#strangestofmuses

[shcstough]

        joyce byers doesn’t SCARE easily, especially not after the couple of years they’ve had, but with the way jane’s looking at her...she’s nervous. ❝ is everything okay, sweetheart ? ❞ she’s not entirely SURE what she’s done, and she wishes hopper hadnt run to the store so he could tell her what’s going on. ❝ do i have something on MY FACE ? ❞

               { @strangestofmuses ask and ye shall receive }

[loyaltyburdened]

     i just wanna take a minute to say thank you to @suchsweetsnark,      @strangestofmuses, @magiciiisms, @beautifulnancy, and @roseguided      for their kind words from last night! it really means so much to me and i really      appreciate it! <3

[storytellerwheeler-moved]

strangestofmuses

  I can imagine Mike legit just dropping everything...

el: -enters the room- mike: -actually physically drops everything- lucas & dustin: the fuCK mAN

this is accurate okay?

[thegoodcoptm]

@strangestofmuses

The trail of rare meat was something he got officer Price sceptical and woke his curiosity, so he decided to went after this  track of baits. Along the train tracks were a lot of this suspicious lumps and at the end of the trail he spotted a kid with a bucket. “Hey, buddy. Care to explain me what this type of environmental pollution is about?”, he asked with a firm voice but also tried to stay friendly. 

[shcstough]

       ❝ they told me jim TOOK IN A KID, but to be honest, i didn’t think he was the kind of guy to try and replace his daughter. good on him, i guess. what’s YOUR NAME ? ❞

               { @strangestofmuses liked for geneva }

[shcstough]

strangestofmuses replied to your post: threads i will always need: any of the kids...

//-coughs- jane inquiring about joyce’s intentions with her dad -coughcough-

;; THEY ARE THE PUREST OF PURE JANE WE PROMISE ( well...most of the time )

[celestialintervention-blog]

@strangestofmuses and The Ghost; continued from here.

He touches down on the ground. There’s no sound. His toes touch first, then his feet, then his knees. She doesn’t have to look up at him anymore. Their eyes meet, and his are so soft. “That’s better. I was never very good at looking down at people.”

He shakes his head. “No. It was an accident...a Christmas gift. Imagine Peter Parker, but without the spider. If he got bit by a gem, that’s me.”

He holds his hand out to her. “I have great ears. I overheard some discussions. Someone needs to do something about these labs. But first, I’m trying to make sure everyone’s okay. The ones I can find, at least.”