* ANSWER / FOUND.

stranger things. original character. / by lux.

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thinking about Her. (: 

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mundane and routine, that was what this was.   another day organizing movies on shelves and attending to the needs of customers.  this is where you spent most of your time, the rest of it spent writing and overseeing local news. this was the distraction that you needed.  a distraction from the things that you still so desperately sought to ignore.    how long had it been since you’d seen heather?  nearly two weeks?    perhaps the longest that you’ve gone without seeing your girlfriend, ever.     you could hardly shake the memories of what had happened.  the mind control, all of it.   the way that she had nearly destroyed you just as so many others had been destroyed and controlled.  it’s the doorbell that stirs you, turning around to greet customer but simply being face to face with the one that you’d been avoiding. 

        heart pounds in chest, eyes wide at the sight of her.  clearing your throat. 

        “ if you’ve come to talk, i told you that i’m not ready for that. please leave. ”

        @lifeguaird​

[slayere-deactivated20160507]

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dynamics. how about that? give this a like or smth.

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hehe.

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“ you’re really scared of it? ”  brow quirks, sheer disbelieve by the offputting stance of none other than steve harrington.   had his grand reputation at hawkins’ high finally slid from under his feet? who was to say.  rubber gloves adjusted upon slender digits, lifting scalpal from the metal tin placed on tabletop before you both.  perhaps you’d been an unlikely pair.  an unlikely team in a class such as this but you couldn’t deny the way your heartbeat quicked when paired together for this assignment.   as if that traitor in your chest felt necessary to remind you that he still could cause pulse to quicken despite how much you sought to ignore it.  

         “ it’s just a dead frog. i’ll make the first incision if you just hold the tin. ”

                   @fourspray

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I   WAS   AFRAID   TO   SEE   WHAT   I   HAD   ALREADY   KNOWN   FOR  YEARS.      KNOWING   THAT   I   CAN’T   STOP   THE   HURTING  - -  BUT  I   HAD   TO   TRY.   // stranger things original character by lux.  ©

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i want to get back on here...but i need plots...and dynamics...and threads. 

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i love a girl.

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   “ it’s okay to talk about it. ”    your voice is soft, there’s an extra mug of hot chocolate on the table - one for him.   you put it out just in case he wanted it.  just in case the warmth it held could provide some sense of comfort or relief despite the grief that bogged him down.    grief that held you down just the same.   a brother lost, one that you never actually got to know or see grow up. it’s a grief of a different kind.   perhaps grief for your parents and all that was once had but was now lost.   

“ - i mean i won’t force you either. i just know how it feels. ”

@fisthrust

[annafridacharlotte]

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rentalfuck·

❛  mm-hm.  ❜   bear mumbled, doing his best to at least half absorb what was being said. she was   wishing   for something, something else was   confusing   , and the word   deep   was thrown in there somewhere. it would all make sense eventually, even if eventually was only a few minutes down the line                but in the moment, the only thing bear deemed worthy of his attention was the tickle of hair brushing past his nose and smell of shampoo forever trapped by a scunchie.  

thick brows furrowed as preference made itself known, a    challenge    most certainly on the horizon.  ❛   cute   isn’t easy,   ❜   bear began, his grip on lacey’s waist    tightening    just a little.   ❛   like…   sexy   is easy, because it’s obvious. but cute is so    specific    that it has to be geared towards whoever’s looking at it, and grungy cute? that’s            WAIT   , no, i got it right in the middle of that sentence            c’mon.   ❜   pushing himself backwards and popping right up, it was a hand anchored around lacey’s arm which guaranteed that she would do the same, whether she liked it or not. 

the closet which bear had    fully expected    to raid was altogether forgotten as his own shirt was swiftly removed and offered in lacey’s direction.   ❛   bra   off   , this   on   ,   ❜   he instructed, eyes dramatically covered as he made a show out of turning around to give her   privacy   .   ❛   you have overalls, right?   full length, shorts, skirt            doesn’t matter, the shoulder strap thingies are the important part.   ❜  

part of you knew he wasn’t quite paying attention, knew that he just allowed you to ramble whatever you needed to say at any given time.   you didn’t always mind, it often felt nice to decompress and express what you held in the corners of your mind -- too often kept hidden.    despite this, despite the focus and turmoil that knit brows together, all focus was lost entirely by shift in weight upon bed and the swift movement of his hand yanking you upwards.  

“ how is it not easy? i can’t just say make me look sexy -- you’ve seen what i look like! ”   eyes roll, standing and following him directly to your closet.  there’s confusion that melts across your face despite your need to question him, you withhold.   hands removing garment and swiftly exchanging it for the oversized shirt that practically drowned you.   

       “ of course i do. there’s a skirt one in there somewhere. ”

[laidbear]

(   LACEY   REYNOLDS   /   UNSOLICITED   AESTHETIC   )

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[lenakluthor]

“Make them think that you’re sane.”

[tiffsmemes]

book meme / and the mountains echoed, khaled hosseini

where did you go?

it’s getting late.

my fault. all of it.

what’s the matter, honey?

i’ll get you cleaned up.

that’s enough of that now.

don’t make fun.

it’s an old habit.

sorry about what happened in there.

it’s all good here.

you were always welcome here.

that’s going to bruise.

accidents happen.

please don’t be angry.

i need a nap.

come back.

how about some eggs?

i’m sorry.

i’ve come to take you home.

lay your head down and close your eyes. 

i can do it myself.

sad shit we saw back there, huh?

that’s easy for you to say.

can you sleep by me tonight?

i slipped.

it’s you i worry for.

but it hurts.

what if you get sick of me?

tell a story.

it could be important.

good for you.

i got hungry.

you don’t have to do that.

we’ll be home soon.

don’t you have family here?

i sound like an idiot.

you’re just an ignorant little boy.

where did you get that thing?

i take care of myself all right.

you’re not coming, are you?

i was going to tell you.

oh, you sweet boy.

i don’t have the heart for this.

[lifeinpoetry]

But I know we’ve got animals in us like a house on fire. They smell the smoke and they’re digging at the doorframe.

— Alicia Mountain, from “The Difference between Oasis and Mirage,” High Ground Coward

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@bloomsreal asks: ‘ i can’t count on much in this crazy world, but i can always count on you. ’ - ant. 

          it’s moments such as these that you treasure, nights with your best friend. someone that you’d drop everything for in a moments need. hand reaches forward, settling to rest on her knee; smile graces features. bedroom floor scattered with snack foods and soda bottles, old movies fall to background noise.   

          “ till the end of time, ant! i’ve got your back. ”