#softprelude

[punkavior]

Now the question is, who is the freakiest and who is the bad bitch ??

@softprelude​

[emptygcrdens]

@softprelude​ sent: ∗ 33﹕   sender  hovers  over  receiver’s  shoulder  as  they  complete  a  task . | accepting memes

         “I can feel you breathing down my neck.” Madeline doesn’t move, eyes trained on the paper before her. She doesn’t need to look, Daniel had been staring at her for awhile now, apparently he had moved to look over her shoulder. Madeline doesn’t mind it, they’re both stressed. This project had gotten the best of them, and it doesn’t matter how perfect Daniel’s writing is or how eloquently Madeline can present, a lot was riding on this. For once, Madeline had contributed a hefty amount to this project, and as they were going over their work she couldn’t find any imperfections. She wasn’t worried, but, as time went on, the dread of failing had finally come over the both of them. “It looks fine.” Finally setting the paper down, bringing her fingers to her forehead, rubbing gently at her temples. “We deserve a break.”

[hawkinsyearbook]

@softprelude​ liked for a starter

He’s been sitting in the Music room for a bit now. Playing Beethoven’s Für Elise over and over again. Many years ago he had heard his friend play it first when he was in The Hospital. It sounded so beautiful and it impressed him so much that he had to learn it too. Ever since then he’s been playing Piano trying to perfect the craft. Though this one piece of music he was sort of obessed with. He asked Dan to come here so he could show him how much progress he had made with it...he wanted Salt to be proud of little Pepper.

[chivalrites]

You have all of one ask to completely shatter my character. Make it count: pre-Eddie middle school on an unbreakable timeloop

completely shatter my character.

Jeff Quince has been 11 for as long as he can remember. It has been 1979 for millennia. There is no past or present in this asbestos-tiled hellhole. Hawkins Middle School is his purgatory and he cannot remember the sin he committed to be sent to this place. Something is terribly, horribly wrong. Something is empty and worn away in his very soul.

Sometimes he sees a boy with cropped hair in baggy clothes, catches a whiff of nicotine and fried food and finds some familiarity, something to hold onto. He thinks he should know him. Thinks he has known him for an eternity. But the boy never turns, brown eyed never meet. Every morning, Jeff awakens to find himself waking through the front doors of the old school. Every afternoon it ends when he steps onto the bus. He cannot scream. He cannot change. He cannot speak.

[fogels]

*                 𝑔𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑛  𝑙𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡          .        /        @softprelude​​   ,

𝚂𝙷𝙴'𝚂  𝙲𝙷𝙴𝙴𝙺  𝚃𝙾  𝙲𝙷𝙴𝙴𝙺  𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷  𝙷𝙸𝙼  ,    grinning  in  the  mirror  at  his  reflection  that  is  now  more  than  ever  unlike  hers  .   daffodil  has  her  arm  slung  over  him  ,   her  straw - blonde  hair  against  warm - brown  curls  .

❝         𝑦𝑜𝑢  𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘  𝑎  𝘩𝑒𝑙𝑙  𝑜𝑓  𝑎  𝑙𝑜𝑡  𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒  𝑎  𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑒  ,         ❞         she  winks  at  him  ,    flashing  braces  .         ❝         tell  me  ,   do  you  feel  like  one  ?         ❞

[playindndarchive]

@softprelude​  continued. 

“ oh,  you  were  serious.  okay. ”  eddie  had  half  expected  it  to  be  some  kind  of  joke  or  something  that  led  to  another  set  up,  even  if  this  guy  didn’t  seem  like  the  type.  expect  the  unexpected.   “ uh,  rates.  yeah. uh - we’ll  figure  it  out. ”   maybe  he’d  do  it  for  free  after  all.  it’d  be  nice  to  teach  somebody,  even  if  he  couldn’t  allow  himself  to  say  that  out  loud.   “ i  believe  you. you  could  come  by  the  trailer  park  later? i  sometimes  sit  outside  and  play. ”

[wheelerwinemom]

@softprelude​ asked: From 'Late Night Wanderings Sentence Starters': ❝ Do you know where I am? ❝

Trees, a small parking lot, and a playground with a red slide. It wasn’t that much to go off, and it could really be two places in town ... But she’d just have to take a chance. It had to be Washington Road. Already gathering her keys, the cord of the phone only stretched so far, so instead she took another moment to reassure the boy, even though her entire body was nearly dragging her towards the car.

“I think – Yeah. Yes, I know where that is. Okay, Daniel, just .. stay where you are. Get out of the phone booth and out of the streetlights, I’ll be there in a few minutes. Don’t worry, okay? It’s gonna be fine.”

[playindndarchive]

For the rumor meme - ❝I heard you're willing to give guitar lessons? ❝

" i'm willing if you're willing to pay. no hard feelings, it's just business. "  - @softprelude