#✧ robin buckley. musings / i feel like my whole life has been one big error

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Ⓐ ( from nancy, for robin )

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Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted || egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed (but holy fuck i want too)

[ahsterism]

tag drop pt. 1: misc general

[hawkinsgsa]

which  part  of  this  haunted  house  are  you?

THE WINDOWS.

Tell me, do you look inwards or out? You’re a dreamer who feels just a little too much about things just a little too out of reach. There’s a longing trapped inside of you, to be a part of the nature that you look over every day, and you resent the way people look through you with that same longing. They don’t get it. You watch them in the garden, see them get absorbed into nature little by little. They don’t feel it as strongly as you do. Still, when a new tenant moves in, a baby with them this time, you have to look inside as the house moves to absorb them before nature can. It hurts what remains of your heart, your still beating heart that feels just a little too much.

THE NURSERY.

Dear god, there is so much more for you. Time moves differently here; like it starts and stops and replays and rewinds. The days the days the days. They’re cyclical. They’re endless. The house doesn’t think you know, or rather, it won’t let you know. It is afraid knowledge will break you, so it sits you right in the middle of it all, four walls on every side. But you are not naive. You have been broken before. You are breakable and mendable and you have broken and mended. You wish to know more and, in turn, the house will grow around you like a shield of vines and ivy. It festers inside of you, this wanting, this need to be in control of your own narrative. It’s cyclical. It’s endless.

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ℜ𝔬𝔟𝔟𝔦𝔢 // daemoniumgladius​

“𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲! 𝐇𝐞𝐲, 𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐲—“

He wasn’t subtle when he bursted into Family Video, not paying any mind to the looks that the patrons who wandered around the store were giving him. His head whipped left, then right, before he ran and hopped over the counter to where his friend was working from, ducking down and hiding behind it. Though panicked, clearly ( because he got caught ), there was a wide grin on his face. Once again up to his antics as a menace of Hawkins, it seemed.

“𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰, ‘𝐤𝐚𝐲?” He spoke lowly, quietly, just in case someone had come in after him. It wasn’t uncommon for him to slash the tires of someone who crossed him, but it looked like he was caught; and that’s why he had to hide and be…incognito for a while. “𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝, 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡? 𝐌𝐚𝐧, 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭, 𝐲’𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰? 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬𝐤—𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭.”

@pcrfectstorms | starter call ( Robin & Robbie )

       He comes in like a hurricane, grinning like an idiot, and she knows that grin means trouble, but it's a Monday, and it’s quiet, so honestly she doesn’t mind the sudden invasion as he hops over the counter, spilling the return slips everywhere are he goes careering over, “dude! You’re picking those up!” she scalds, laughing, eyes rolling affectionately at her friend.

      Lucky for Robbie, Robin was flying solo, Steve left an hour ago, “it’s your lucky day dingus, he was on the morning shift, Monday’s are sooo slow, so it’s just lil old me until close, again? Robbie! who was it this time? and what did they do to piss you off? --please tell me you at least didn’t get caught, dingus, ‘cause if this is like the time you convinced me we wouldn’t get caught TPing Miss Clicks house at Halloween, you are screwed my friend.” she says laughing, given the speed he came in here, she’d hazard to bet, he did in fact get caught.

“𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲! 𝐇𝐞𝐲, 𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐲—“

He wasn’t subtle when he bursted into Family Video, not paying any mind to the looks that the patrons who wandered around the store were giving him. His head whipped left, then right, before he ran and hopped over the counter to where his friend was working from, ducking down and hiding behind it. Though panicked, clearly ( because he got caught ), there was a wide grin on his face. Once again up to his antics as a menace of Hawkins, it seemed.

“𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰, ‘𝐤𝐚𝐲?” He spoke lowly, quietly, just in case someone had come in after him. It wasn’t uncommon for him to slash the tires of someone who crossed him, but it looked like he was caught; and that’s why he had to hide and be…incognito for a while. “𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝, 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡? 𝐌𝐚𝐧, 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭, 𝐲’𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰? 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬𝐤—𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭.”

@pcrfectstorms | starter call ( Robin & Robbie )

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@tthehair​ liked for a starter from robin!

It had been three weeks since Star court Mall went up in flames, a tragic accident, a freak electrical fire that set ablaze the new mall, or at least that was the story that the people of Hawkins ate up like grazing sheep. But Robin knew the truth, the Russians that almost killed her and Steve, drugged and bound, she’d been terrified when she woke up tied to an unconscious Steve, and for a brief bone-chilling minute she’s thought he was dead. Sometimes in her nightmare he is, and she wakes up screaming, drenched in sweat and shaking - like tonight, it's a little after midnight when she shows up on his door step, she’d biked over, her parents out of town at her aunts, that before summer Robin would have loved, but being alone terrifies her now.

“hey dingus, you gonna let me in or just stare?” if someone had told her a few months ago that she’d be showing up at King Steve’s mansion in the middle of the night, she’d have laughed them into the next century, funny what a difference getting kidnapped by evil Russians made, right? She doesn’t wait for a response before she’s moving past him into the house, “d’you have any snacks?” she asks flopping down on his couch, hugging her backpack to her chest sighing, “had another nightmare -- you were dead again, and it kinda freaked me out, so I figured if i came here, and reminded myself you weren’t it’d be all good -- my uh mom ‘n’ dad stayed at my aunt’s in Indy tonight, thought I’d be okay but -- apparently not.” she shrugs, arms outstretched, talking with her hands like she always does.

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you can’t tell me robin isn’t autistic coded. ofc it was the 80’s and the likelihood of her being formally diagnosed is super unlikely but she is absolutely on the spectrum. she walked 6 months later than other babies; she has terrible coordination; struggles to make and maintain friendships; has a special interest in learning languages; and the way she was super uncomfortable in itchy clothing, had a freak out about it while using direct as fuck logic when her and nancy were tryna blag their way in. i love her sm. my lil queer neurodivergent angel child.

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@gareththegreat​ hit the ♡ for a starter from robin!

        SHE’S LATE AGAIN, arms full as she’s hurrying down the corridor, and she spots a familiar fluffy haired bandmate, great, she thinks, she’s not the only dingus running late to practice, he was her lifesaver, if only he’d slow the hell down, since her uncoordinated ass couldn’t run while trying to balance her school bag, book bag and her trumpet all precariously balanced in her arms, “ 𝚢𝚘, 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚜, 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚙! ” she calls out to Gareth down the hallway as she catches up to him,

          “ 𝙸’𝚖 𝚂𝙾 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚍 𝙸’𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘’𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝙸𝚏 𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚠��, 𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝? ” she laughs as they make their way to the music room, ready to be yelled at, but hopeful Mrs Andrews was in a good mood for once. “ 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐?” she teases, not well versed enough in DnD lore to know that wasn’t remotely related, but like, both still in the same geek realm, she figures.

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SINCE IT’S PRIDE MONTH, I JUST WANTED TO TALK A LITTLE ABOUT OUR FAVE LESBIAN ICON ROBIN BUCKLEY...

so, while she’s very clearly gay, it’s the 80′s, and it wasn’t easy to be out then, it was at the height of the AIDS crisis, queer kids were terrified, especially in small towns like Hawkins there wasn’t any sort of queer community, a safe space for kids like Robin, so while yeah, i’d love for her to be able to be out and proud it’s not realistic for a SEVENTEEN year old to be out in high school in 1986. she would be SO fucking marginalised, treated like she says like a pariah. she’s known she’s different for a long time, she’s came to peace with it within herself as much as she can, but she’s going to remain very much closeted through high school. she dreams about GETTING OUT of Hawkins, going abroad, or to a big city, somewhere she can find people like her, where she can have that sense of community and belonging she’s been searching for her whole life. that doesn’t mean i don’t want my sweet baby to have girlfriends (OH I DOOO) but just a heads up ima be keeping it real for the time period!!

but also, i am TOTALLY down for a modern verse where she can be out bc please that would be just UgHHHH.

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               IT WAS NICE TO HAVE A FRIEND THAT WAS, LIKE, WEIRD TOO. Hawkins wasn’t the kind of place you wanted to stand out it; to be labelled the weird kid, the freak, she’s spent her whole life trying to blend into the background, not wanting anyone to notice her, to see she was different. Like Barb, at least she thought Barb was like her, until she lost her to Nancy, and then forever, she liked to think that she got out - that she was out there somewhere living in one of the cities they’d daydream about, but it was Hawkins, and knowing what she knows now, she knows the truth was much DARKER.

              But she has Rue now, and that’s cool. And she thinks that maybe Rue is like her too, that she doesn’t quite fit in, but not too much so that anyone really pays too much attention, no one really pays much mind to two dorks being friends, right? They’re in her room, Manic Monday playing on the radio, “𝙸 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝙸𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚊, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚔𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚐𝚘 -- 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 ��𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚕. 𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎, 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚃𝙾𝚃𝙰𝙻 𝚂𝚀𝚄𝙰𝚁𝙴𝚂 ” she laughs, eyes rolling as she flops down on her bed, watching the other girl as she rolls up.

                   "𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎?" funny, because her parents were kind of ex-hippy types, and she knows for sure her mom and dad had definitely got high before she came along.  But her anxiety was always at a solid EIGHT on a good day, so she was never convinced she’d be one of those people who liked the feeling, especially when she’d never even really been drunk before either.

@redemptioninterlude​ hit the ♡ for a starter from robin!

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           KEEP IT COOL ROBIN, KEEP IT COOL. Only cool was something so far out of reach when it came to actually talking to girls she liked. Or rather, one girl. The video store was quiet for once, part of her missing the chaos of the kids invading the place, instead she’d stuck with Steve for company who’s being a total ass right now as she spots Lexi Howard walk through the door, Steve grinning like a dork nudging her and telling her to talk to her, what’s she got to lose? Like it's THAT easy, like she could make a total fool of herself, and be MORE of a social pariah than she ALREADY is. nudging him behind the counter, she mutters to him to shut up, a flash of a smile directed at Lexi as she looks over at the two of them behind the counter -- but like, she’s probably looking at Steve, right? Didn’t everyone? With his stupid dreamy hair.

            The irony of her being more afraid to talk to the pretty girl she likes than of the literal monsters that go bump in the night isn’t lost on her. “Oh uh -- hey! Did you -- uh wanna check me -- i mean -- THOSE out --” Jesus fucking Christ Robin, pointing at the VHS boxes she had in her hands, “ you find everything you were looking for? --” hoping, praying, she doesn’t point out her dumb ass slip up, cause yeah, yeah you were checking her out Robin.  Real fucking smooth, eyes rolling internally, knowing Steve was gonna be on her ass the second Lexi leaves the place for that shit show.

  - @unpreferred​ hit the ♡  for a starter from robin buckley!

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liiabilities asked: [  FACE  ] :  receiver won’t stop talking. in an attempt to get them to stop, sender grabs their face, underestimating the intensity of the act. / ronance

MEME:  almost kiss prompts   FROM:  @liiabilities​   STATUS: accepting!

She was doing it again, wasn’t she? The over talking, the going off on a tangent about something, and losing track of where the conversation had been going in the first place. Robin did that a lot when she was nervous, and Nancy Wheeler made her fucking nervous, she’s giving her that wide-eyed smile she does whenever Robin goes off, the one that’s usually followed by an arched brow and a look that says are you done?

If someone told her in sophomore year she’d be friends with prissy Nancy Wheeler, she’d have rolled her eyes so hard they got lost in the back of her skull. Robin wasn’t wrong often, she was clever, book smart and stubborn to boot, she had never understood why Steve had been so hung up on Nancy Wheeler until she really got to know Nance. So it turns out, Rob was wrong, she’s not a total priss, in fact she’s kind of amazing, and badass, and super smart, and so freaking pretty. Which is annoying, because like, it makes Robin extra nervous around her. Like she’s hyper aware, when she makes eye contact a little too long (she never really did understand what was too much eye contact) and she can feel her cheeks heat, and she prays to a god she doesn’t believe that Nancy doesn’t notice, that she just writes it off as another weird little Robin quirk.

Only now Nancy’s hands are on her face, and she's looking at her like she’s staring into her god-damn soul, and It's too much. It catches Robin off guard, and she freezes, wide eyes pupils blown like a baby rabbit caught in headlights, mouth agape her breathing quickens, pulse racing was Nancy Wheeler going to kiss her?  No, that was insane, that was her stupid little wishful crush talking.  Robins eyes hone in or the curve of Nancy’s lips, they look soft, full and pink, she wonders what she tastes like, what it would feel like to kiss her - Robin’s never been kissed before, which yeah, yeah at eighteen she knows is fucking embarrassing.

“uh -- w-what are you doing?” stuttering and stumbling over her words, super aware of the warmth of Nancy’s hands on her jaw, looking down at the shorter girl, wishing, no, willing her to wake up, because this had to be a dream, no way Nancy was looking at her like this. Robin might not be great at reading social cues, but she’d seen enough movies to know that look, the one the girl has right before the love interest kisses her, and its driving her fucking insane, she has to be reading this wrong, head shaking she takes a step back, moving out of Nancy’s touch, just needing a second to anchor herself back to reality, fingers fidget with the ring on her right hand, “wait -- were you? -- did I -- you were looking like -- no forget it, I must be losing my fucking mind --” hands flailing, panic rising in a red flush that she feels creep up her chest and neck.

[hawkinsgsa]

𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆𝒔  𝒐𝒇  𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆  :  𝒅𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒔  𝒂𝒏𝒅  𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒔  𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔

bold  what  applies  to  your  muse. ( repost, don’t reblog! )

𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙽 »  toothy grins, stories around the campfire, clothes covered in pet hair, hot temper, old jeans, heartbeat in head, potatoes and steak, beaded jewelry, bruises like galaxies, mementos, backpack stuffed full, craigslist furniture, spontaneous road trips, air ripped from lungs.

𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙳 »  homemade bread, white lies, easily excited, trying on hats, band geek, pep talks, no impulse control, sunsets, vintage fashion, long showers, selfies, following dreams, rosy cheeks, song mash-ups, pink lemonade with tequila, loves easily, animated storyteller, full of comebacks.

𝙲𝙻𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙲 »   list of wishes, biting their tongue, band-aids and neosporin, shoulder to cry on, morning sun, necklaces, trial and error, homemade quilts, formal clothing, astrology fan, messages in bottles, pleated braids, speaking up for friends, feathers, motivational quotes, vivid dreams.

𝙳𝚁𝚄𝙸𝙳 »   bird watching, shy kid, wind chimes, trying to whistle, summer camp, apple orchards, lost in their head, glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, hoodies, thrift shopping, saving worms off the sidewalk, latin, bare feet, thunderstorms, numb fingers, braided hair, naming potted plants.

𝙵𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁 »  goosebumps, leather jackets, adventure, chewing nails, cares deeply but can’t show it, bronze locks, no sleep, taste of iron, netflix binges, never forgets, combat boots, stories behind scars, table for one, official soundtracks, sore calves, trusts themselves the most.

𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙺 »  always trying to be better, wanderlust, meditation, sweatpants, old photographs, yoga, sleeping in hammocks, nostalgia, minimalist design, breath of fresh air, baby animals, volunteering, perfectionist, doesn’t care about fashion, healthy snacks, noticing the little things.

𝙿𝙰𝙻𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽 »   school uniforms, thick jackets, sleeping with the windows open, logical advice, scrapbooking, compasses, i fight for my friends, sculpture gardens, cold morning air, big soul, likes routine, secret romantic, last to get jokes, sunflowers, practical presents, misty weather.

𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁 »   herbal tea, smell of rain, blinking away tears, camping trips, collecting bones, swiss army knives, first impressions, anxious thoughts, bobby pins, burnt marshmallows, too competitive, clothes lines, messenger bags, holding grudges, gets along better with animals than people.

𝚁𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴 »  flirtatious sarcasm, candid photos, lost phone chargers, adrenaline rush, picking dirt out from beneath their nails, social chameleon, clashing clothes, self-deprecating jokes, claw machines, sits in chairs wrong, smudged eyeliner, has too many sunglasses, eats nothing or everything.

𝚂𝙾𝚁𝙲𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚁 »   infectious laugh, family trees, shivers down their spine, lipstick and roses, mood swings, clumsy, believing in destiny, high expectations, sleeping in darkness, collection of nail polish, passionate, good grades but never studies, poetry books, blowing kisses, not knowing their own strength.

𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺 »   knowing everyone’s secrets, backpack covered in pins, envy, being in walmart late at night, earl grey, selective memory, conspiracy theories and cryptids, keysmashing, need to know basis, can’t cook, bags under eyes, experimental art, flickering bulbs, black clothing all year long.

𝚆𝙸𝚉𝙰𝚁𝙳 » piles of books, cat in lap, keeping a diary, indecision, scented candles, studying alone in a café, lingering touches, museum dates, unanswered questions, taking on too much responsibility, collections, chalk dust, comfy robes, unnecessary apologies, coming home after a long day.

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wildcardwheeler asked: “ you haven’t slept for days, have you?” // Robin

concerened starters  | accepting  |  from @wildcardwheeler​

           ROBIN ISN’T A GOOD LIAR, she isn’t good at pretending she’s fine when she’s so far from it, they’d lost.  That sinking feeling outside the RV talking to Steve was right, god-damn it, this time she hadn’t wanted to be right. Eyes blood shot, dark circles frames them, making her lack of sleep apparent to anyone with eyes. They’re in the car, driving back from the hospital, Max is still unconscious, doctors say they don’t know when she’ll wake up; if she’ll wake up. It’s just the four of them, Steve’s driving, with Dustin up front, Nancy and Robin in the back, he should be here, that plays over in her head, Eddie on the ground, Dustin screaming, a swamp of dead demo bats spread out, god there was so much blood. It haunts her at night, wakes up screaming herself, soaked in sweat and her heart racing so fast she feels like it might burst out her chest.

         She hadn't known Eddie long, but there was a bond that forges fast when you go to war together to save the world, the same world that thinks him a murder, when they don’t know he was a hero. They all were, even if she finds it hard to see herself that way, especially with what they lost, what they still might lose. If what Nancy saw comes true. The end of the freaking world; this wasn’t exactly what she meant when she says she wants to get out of Hawkins after high school.

                                        “ 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗’𝚝 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞?”

         Robin who usually has so much to say, is quiet, eyes flicker up to meet Nancy gaze, a soft sigh escapes, and she shrugs, no use in denying with painted out on her face, she knows she looks like shit, her mom told her before she left the house. “𝙸 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 -- 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗’𝚝 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎...” she can’t even bring herself to say it, since we lost Eddie, since we lost to vecna.

           “𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝? 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕, 𝚒’𝚖 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎 -- 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎. 𝙽𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎 -- 𝙸 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎... ” swallowing thick the lump in her throat, teeth sinking into the flesh inside her cheek, everything was still such a mess; still so unknown, they have no idea when vecna would rise again; when Max would wake up; what else was to come now the gates were open. "𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚝?"  she asks, not to accuse, but more from a place of concern, Nance always looked perfect, but even she looks exhausted, scared, hell they were all terrified.

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petitefighter asked: ❝ what if i’m not good? what if i’m the monster? ❞   ( robin ! )

ST4 Starters | Accepting | from @petitefighter​

           She had never been Nancy’s biggest fan; resentment somewhere under the surface for taking away her only friend in middle school. Nancy was everything she wasn’t, she fitted in where Robin found herself on the margins, never quite feeling like she belonged, and she’d made peace with it, it was easier that way, right? But she has to admit the more time she spends with Nancy, she finds she had her all wrong, she wasn’t just some prissy stuck up perfect girl, she was a little afraid on the inside, and there was a certain comfort she takes from that. They may not be best friends like her and Steve, but she likes Nancy, likes how hard she goes for the people she loves, even if she’s scared.

            Head shaking, not expecting she’d be giving Nancy Wheeler a pep talk, but stranger things had happened in Hawkins, "𝚗𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝙽𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗’ 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚛, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠? 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚜𝚜, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚜𝚜, 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛.” she laughs nervously, because if she’s being real she’s freaking terrified, hand reaching out anxiously for Nancy’s to comfort her, awkwardly since Robin wasn’t really one for showing affection always a little afraid it could be like taken the wrong way, and that would be disastrous.     

            " 𝚑𝚎𝚢, 𝚒𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎, 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛? 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐! 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝, 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚒𝚝, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚒𝚝 -- 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎, 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢?"

[pcrfectstorms]

brokenegoed asked: ❝ i’m not moping. ❞   // steve for robin

ST4 Starters | accepting | from @brokenegoed

              SHE CAN’T EVEN HIDE THE EYE ROLL that comes with his denial, he was so moping and, frankly, it was embarrassing when he could literally have almost any girl in school, much to Robins annoyance, it was SO easy for him, and she sometimes thinks he just doesn’t see it.  "𝙸 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝙽𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚢 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚞𝚍𝚎, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎 - 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢 - 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚌'𝚖𝚘𝚗, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌." she laughs shrugging, there was never any filter with Robin, she called it how it was, and it was kinda pathetic to see him moping over a girl he broke up with over a year ago.

            Even though she is sure despite Nance and Jonathan still being technically together, the way she was acting in the library was sending some MAJORLY  jealous vibes which Robin set straight,  "𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚂𝙾 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜, 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎, 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚛, 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚍𝚞𝚍𝚎 -- 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚊 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚗𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕."  ever the optimist, she's laughing shrugging, because the reality was she was freaking terrified.