UNDYING

YEAH, she SURVIVED - - - but first, she DIED!

[wytchseen]

THEY’RE NOT COMING FOR US! - - - they’re coming for me.

an independent SAMAN.THA FR.ASER of the NETFL.IX FEA.R STREET TRILOGY. written by bee! focusing in on the themes of ; dying but not being dead. not dying when you were supposed to. feeling responsible for something out of your control. missing important information. finding and losing yourself at the same time.

CARRD. also found at @lovecurst @pyrrhk @timedeserter @fawnslay

[wytchseen]

cheersleads​:

          “  so  you’ll  come  with  me  and  the  girls  to  the  game !?  ”   grabs  the  other’s  hand  and  jumps  excitedly  ,   giant  grin  on  her  lips  .    “  there’ll  be  an  after  party  regardless  of  the  results  -  jason’s birthday  -  please  come !  ”    *  @wytchseen​  ✨

     AFTER PARTY is less of a draw than chrissy seems to think, but sam smiles at her and chrissy’s hand in hers anyways. it would be a GOOD THING to go. keep up the cool straight girl façade. “yeah, yeah, alright - - - YOU CONVINCED ME.” she gives chrissy’s hand a squeeze and waves their linked hands a bit, “should i get jason a gift?”

[wytchseen]

wytchseen​:

i cant think of st verse without NOTE TO SELF, DON’T BE GAY IN INDIANA! re: the opening number of the prom playing in my head

this song really is just very sam no matter what tbh

[wytchseen]

i cant think of st verse without NOTE TO SELF, DON’T BE GAY IN INDIANA! re: the opening number of the prom playing in my head

[wytchseen]

i’m  hungry,  i'm  dirty,  i'm  losing  my  mind,  everything's  fine!  i'm  freezing,  i'm  starving,  I’M  BLEEDING  TO  DEATH,  everything's  fine!

independent sa.mantha fraser of fe.ar str.eet, written by bee.

[wytchseen]

guilehero​:

         it   feel   almost   wrong,      ungrateful,      to   feel   something   other   than      …      okay.      glad   that   he   wasn’t   one   of   the   more   unlucky   few   who   have   lost   their   family      +      home   in   the   reckoning   of   the   century.      her   question   darting   back   to   him   makes   mike   draw   a   breath,      a   rather   forced   smile   spread   tight   across   pursed   brims.      he   still   has   a   home   to   sleep   in      &&      a   family   to   come   back   to,      others   don’t   share   that   luxury      :      how   is   he   supposed   to   look   her   in   the   eye      +      say   that   everything   in   his   life   is   going   to   absolute   shit      &&      he   doesn’t   know   what   to   do      ?      even   the   guiles   of   teenage   angst   hasn’t   rendered   him   that   tone   deaf   in   the   face   of   his   apparrent   privilege   in   a   situation   this   dire.         "         yeah,      they're      uh      …      fine.      you      know,      coping.      we're      lucky      our      house      is      just      a      bit      shaken      up,         "         &&      it’s   still   in   one   piece.      even   if   his   life   is   in   complete   shambles.

         "         what      about      your      family      ?      i      haven't      heard      anything,         "         he   tries   not   to   pry,      but   he   is   worried.      he’s   worried   about   everyone   around   hawkins.      they   live   in   a   place   where   everyone   knows   everyone      —      the   good,      the   bad      &&      the   ugly.      what’s   the   point   in   living   in   such   a   small   community   it   you   choose   not   to   help   each   other   out      ?         "         you      should      come      over      for      dinner      sometime.      i'm      sure      my      mom      would      love      to      see      you,         "

     “yeah. good. i mean - - - i’m glad it’s okay. your house.” SMOOTH, fraser. she looks down at the box she’s in charge of and puts another toy into it, trying not to think too much about how scared the kids this box will go to must be. how sad. sam rubs an eye and steadfastly ignores the low buzzing that has taken up residence in her ears since the earthquake, a fuzzy sort of static sound that sets her on edge and makes her head ache. “oh. uh - - - yeah, they’re good. i mean ... like, safe. mom and her husband got out of here and i, uh, decided to stay with my dad.” it’s not like that’s gonna be a secret for long. it’s hawkins, even in disaster, and if there’s something that has always been true about this place it’s that the people TALK. there’d been gossip when sams mom left her dad. there’d been gossip when she got remarried. there will be gossip about her leaving, and leaving sam here.

     “that would be nice,” there’s something a little wistful, a little sad about the response but sam gives a small smile and puts a jacket into the box. she wonders how he’s doing, really, but won’t pry. not when it would probably elicit questions about how she’s REALLY DOING, too, and sam doesn’t want to field questions about bloody noses and ringing ears and vivid dreams. “as long as you guys are up for it. i mean - - - i wouldn’t want to, uh, impose. especially right now.”

[cheerslead-arch]

    𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃    𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑    𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒,    𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄    𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃    𝐈    𝐆𝐎    ?    

[wytchseen]

cheersleader​:

              they’re    two    very    different    girls    ,      but    it    works    ,      and    chrissy    has    found    this    sort    of    solace    at    sam’s    house    ;      her    mother’s    pressures    and    expectations    aren’t    placed    on    her    here    ,      she    can    just    ,      relax    .      even    if    her    mother    warns    her    about    sam’s    reputation    ,      how    jason    tells    her    how    girls    like    sam    weren’t    …    normal    .      SHE  THINKS  SHE’S  STOPPED  CARING,    so    much    .      and    bambi    eyes    flicker    over    to    sam’s    ocean    blues    ,      she    nods    before    sitting    up    ,      moving    closer    to    the    blonde    .        “    i    haven’t    had    my    hair    braided    by    someone    else    in    ages    -    ”      she    admits    ,      looking    over    through    dark    lashes    .      and    she    feels    seen    here    ,      safe    and    protected    under    sam’s    touch    .      girls  were  so  soft,  so  kind    -    how    could    she    not    love    them  ?        “    same    .      i    love    hawkins’    but    …    i    feel    so    uneducated    here    ,      does    that    seem    weird  ?      everyone    here    is    just    …    they    never    change    nor    grow    ,      you    know  ?    i    wanna    get    OUT    for    college    .      experience    new    things    .      figure    out    what    i    like    and    what    i    want    .    ”

     chrissy is NICE. not that the other girls, spread out across her moms living room floor in sleeping bags and bundles of duvet aren’t, but there had been a sort of ... hesitance from them. the sort of hesitation that makes sam’s stomach go to the bottom of her feet, like they know something they haven’t. sam doesn’t know how deep the rumors about her have CUT lately, how close to the truth they edge. chrissy hadn’t seemed unsure, though. “my mom used to do mine every night,” the brush sets to work, carefully and gently carding through chrissy’s hair, “i sometimes, uhm, fell asleep while she was brushing it.” THE WORLD WAS EASIER BACK THEN, elementary school a fond but vague memory.

     “no, it’s not ... weird.” though who is she to say? sam is certain she counts among the weirdos these days. “it’s like ... everyone is stuck,” she waits for half a moment, considering her next words, “that my biggest fear. well. one of them. being ... stuck here. like ... mom, she, uh - - - i mean, you know my parents got divorced,” everyone does, it’s hawkins, “and instead of going somewhere else she just ... stayed here. ‘cause she never left to begin with, you know?” got remarried to another hawkins lifelong resident and thinks sam will be just the same, once she GETS HERSELF BACK OUT THERE, REACH BACK OUT TO PETER, HONEY, I’M SURE HE’D LOVE TO GO OUT WITH YOU AGAIN! sam swallows, pulling the brush gently through chrissys hair, “i don’t want that.”

[circc]

my  physical  heart  feels  so  exposed,  so  shallowly  planted.  it  feels  like  it  is  in  my  mouth.  i  can’t  tell  if  i’m  spitting  it  out  or  swallowing  it.  i  can’t  tell  if  i’m  going  to  chomp  it  to  bits  just  by  trying  to  be   here.  my  physical  heart  seems  to  be  blasting  light  out  of  my  body.  i  fear  that  when  the  light  is  shining  directly  out  of  my  face  that  nobody  will  want  to  or  even  be  able  to  look  at  me.

CIRCE  CROFT.  an  independent  original  character  by  bee.

[alinastarvko]

OLIVIA WELCH as HEATHER NILL in Panic (2021-)

[wytchseen]

guilehero​:

         hawkins   has   never   been   the   best   place   to   live   in   by   any   means,      but   at   least   it   had   one   thing   going   for   it.      it   was   safe      :      the   type   of   town   where   you   know   your   neighbours      +      wouldn’t   be   afraid   to   leave   your   door   unlocked   at   night.      though,      as   of   a   few   years   ago      —      everything’s   turned   into   a   total   shitshow,      to   say   the   least.      despite   that,      for   all   the   shit   that’s   happened,      he   never   thought   he’d   find   himself   in   this   position,      with   @wytchseen​      &&      so   many   others   in   his   class   piling   up   donation   boxes      +      helping   those   who   weren’t   so   lucky.         "         you      doing      okay      ?         "         who   is,      really      ?      but   it’s   worth   to   ask,      right      ?

     red-rimmed eyes swivel to look at mike wheeler when his voice pipes up from beside her and she wills her hands to stop shaking as she sorts through donated toys and children’s clothes ; she’s making a box for the wright family, who have a little five year old boy and a mother who hasn’t been seen since the ... EARTHQUAKE. sam dutifully ignores the needling knowledge of the smell of sulfur and rot and the strange red tinge of the slices through the earth and does her best to give mike a smile. 

     “uh,” NO would feel pretty selfish to say. mom and her stepdad packed up their car and booked it, leaving her here when she refused to come along - - - dad can’t afford to move, which means sam will stay for however long it takes him to scrape up enough to get out of hawkins. which gives her limited time to decide what to do about the ... DREAMS, and the headaches, and the terrible feeling in the pit of her stomach that something is COMING. “holding in there, i guess. how are you? your family is all ... ?” she trails off, glancing towards the board of posters with familiar faces printed across them. it feels too terrible a question to name. “i mean, i saw, uh, nancy around, but - - - your parents and little sister are alright?”

[wytchseen]

thrill3rs​:

if  this  doesn’t  work,  deena  doesn’t  want  to  think  about  the  likelihood  of  sam’s  statement  being  accurate.  for  the  first  time  in  a  long  time,  deena’s  optimistic,  because  she  may  crumble  otherwise.  this  had  to  work,  she  just  got  sam  back,  she  doesn’t  want  to  lose  her  again.  when  sam  apologizes,  deena  finds  it  difficult  to  look  at  sam  again.

“  no―  don’t  be  sorry,  i’m  the  one  who  treated  you  like  shit.  ”  she  was  angry  at  sam  for  leaving  her,  jealous  that  she,  herself  couldn’t  escape  shadyside,  &&  afraid  that  sam  would  leave  her.  so  she  just  ripped  the  band aid  off,  left  sam  before  sam  could  leave  her.  “  &&  stop  saying  this  isn’t  gonna  work,  cause  it  is.  things  are  gonna  be  okay  again.  ”

     DREAD settles in as her eyes start stinging and her throat feels thick and like it’s difficult to swallow. she’s not gonna start crying. no way. she made it this far without the waterworks and it’s not like they’re gonna help at all now. sam drags the mop across the floor and watches the streak of red grow. her palm stings and she tightens her hand around the handle while swiping at her eyes with the other in what she hopes is an inconspicuous move to try and keep her eyes clear of tears.

     “i didn’t mean any of that stuff i said,” the words come without her bidding, “at the hospital. i was just - - - mad, and said shit i knew would hurt you.” sam sniffs and shakes her head, looking resolutely at the ground as she continues her task. “i’m not saying it won’t,” it HAS TO, “but i just ... i wanted you to know, just in case.”

[wytchseen]

thrill3rs​:

for  a  very  brief  moment  she  can  feel  herself  blush,  but  now  is  not  the  time  to  be  flustered  over  a  simple  form  of  contact.  they  needed  to  be  running,  so  robin  will  put  her  feelings  aside  &&  do  as  sam  says.  when  sam  says  she  has  to  run,  she’ll  run.  “  what’re  we  running  from  exactly?  ”  given  hawkins’  history,  there  were  probably  a  million  things  they  could  be  running  from.  “  i  mean―  i  know  it’s  definitely  something  bad,  i  just  wanna  know  what  we’re  potentially  dealing  with.  ”

     sam stumbles, catches herself, is careful not to accidentally pull robin down. or slow her down. it’s a GOOD QUESTION, and one sam doesn’t have a full answer to. “weird shit.” what is it they all call it, that place? “the, uh - - - upside down stuff.” sam hadn’t named it anything in her head. what was the point? it wasn’t like she had anyone to talk to about it without sounding ABSOLUTELY BONKERS. “we just ... gotta get inside or - - - or something, okay?!” a locked door between them and ... the thing sam had felt coming, waking up, slipping out between two realities, that would give her peace of mind. “it’s not, like, right on our tail, but i - - - i don’t wanna give it a chance to be.”

[wytchseen]

i’m  hungry,  i'm  dirty,  i'm  losing  my  mind,  everything's  fine!  i'm  freezing,  i'm  starving,  I’M  BLEEDING  TO  DEATH,  everything's  fine!

independent sa.mantha fraser of fe.ar str.eet, written by bee.

[wytchseen]

cheersleader​:

    her  mom  says  sleepovers  are  dangerous;      too    much    junk    food    ,      too    much    makeup    ,      too    much    boy    talk    ,      too    much    giggling    …    too  much  fun    .      her    mother    was    strict    with    what    went    around    her    and    what    went    in    her    ,      and    she    had    to    BEG    to    spend    her    last    night    with    the    other    girls    .      she  feels  lucky  to  be  here,    to    be    with    …    sam    and    the    others    .        but    mostly    sam    .      something    about    the    blonde    always    made    chrissy    feel    at    ease    ,      at      peace    -    like    she    wouldn’t    be    judged    for    eating    a    brownie    at    a    slumber    party    .        “    too    much    keeping    me    up    .      sometimes    i    just    wanna    …    shut  it  all  off,      you    know  ?    ”

     sam knows her mom was ELATED when sam asked if she could have a sleepover ; mom had popped popcorn and drove sam to rent some tapes and had bought a truly horrifying amount of nail polish for them to use. SOMETHING NORMAL AGAIN, FOR ONCE, some vestige of when sam was in a cheer uniform and a smile and was dating peter and didn’t wake up screaming or spend days on end in her bedroom with the lights off and curtains drawn. it’s part of why she’s still awake. sam nudges chrissy, the universal symbol of sit up, and gives a hesitant sort of smile. “let me braid your hair? it always, like ... it makes me feel better when people do it?” she reaches for an abandoned brush on the coffee table and wiggles it a bit. “i - - - yeah. i get it. it ... i keep hoping it’ll get easier once i’m out of this place. like - - - in college, or whatever.” not that sam has any clue where she’s going, or what she’s doing, or if she’s even graduating on time. teachers have been TAKING IT EASY ON HER due to the whole ... tbi thing, but - - - there’s only so much to be done about shit grades.

[wytchseen]

massive stranger things vol 2 spoilers

if i had a quarter for every time sadie sinks character died and then came back foiling the bad guys plan i'd have two quarters which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice

[wytchseen]

goddealt​:

@wytchseen liked for a thing!

max fidgets in her hospital bed–– it’s not that she isn’t grateful to sam for coming here, it’s just… she thought she’d be more ready to hear about it. about vecna, the upside down, whatever the hell is happening to hawkins. but if there’s more to know, max needs to be ready. she’s working with a whole slew of setbacks now–– her whole life has been upended. she has to learn to navigate the world all over again, without her sight, without the strength she used to feel. no matter how scary it is, max will take anything that might make her stronger. “so… they said you, like… saw something? that you…” she swallows. “you were with vecna too.”

     it feels - - - WRONG to be here. intrusive to step in now, after, now that they have suffered so much and tried so hard while sam, what? HID? tried her best to ignore the feeling of dread in her gut and the way her hair would stand on end and the gnawing knowing? she fidgets herself, lingering by the door instead of crossing to the chair beside the hospital bed. sam hates hospitals. the antiseptic smell. the fluorescent lights. the shit food. “uh - - - yeah, i ... not like - - - you all were. but.” she goes to shrug, stops, and steps a little further into the room. “i just ... see things. sometimes. flashes of things. like the,” sam gestures awkwardly towards nothing in particular, “ground breaking apart just before they happen.”