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[pearlypairings]

November Writing Goal :) 400 words/day

Day 14:

I was feeling v stuck today with my wips and barely putting a sentence together. Miss Losty (@1lostsoul0fishbowl) encouraged me to do a writing exercise instead and I used a prompt list made by schoolofplot from Instagram (schoolofplot.com) as inspo:

I picked day 16's prompt and went with a minor character in There is a Light that Never Goes Out and Let the Light In, Eric who works at The Hawk with Jonathan.

Wrote over 500 words and clearly unstuck myself (thank you all-knowing losty). Here's my unedited/not proof read snippet for the exercise:

There was one thing Eric knew better than anybody else at The Hawk: the one, the lonely, the cynic Jonathan Byers.

And he was proud of that seemingly impossible feat.

Jonathan moped and mopped, he mostly kept to himself as he worked diligently to whatever ends their manager requested. Which was total bullshit by the way. Everyone knows their first job as a teenager is supposed to be easy peasy ladies-please-me. His coworker worried him with how serious he took this menial job.

But after a year of working together, Eric had broken through the weird gothic books and all the melancholy music and ultra-focused facade into the real brick and mortar that made up Byers. He had seen him SMILE, laugh even!

There was a real dude underneath all that loner armor, because Eric had seen him flirting with Hawkins High’s It Girl, Chrissy Cunningham. At first, he thought maybe he was having a fever dream or maybe one too many shifts in a row. But no, sweet little cheerleader Chrissy was leaning over the concession counter for a hush conversation with his quiet friend.

That was certifiable per any popular kid’s understanding of the world, but Eric always believed Jonathan had it in him.

Though that mysterious conversation was months ago, Jonathan hadn’t offered much of an explanation except a few witty retorts and hints of more smiling (could he be more obvious?). Despite his best efforts, Jonathan was terrible at keeping secrets from him.

OH. He needed the theater to himself and an alibi? Sure, definitely nothing to do with the newly single most eligible seniorette.

Hmmm, he’s making eyes at the gaggle of cheerleaders and their popcorns. Totally a coincidence Chrissy is batting her eyelashes at him in morse code.

But today? Today Eric couldn’t pretend to ignore the very real affair Jonathan had been poorly hiding. It was too obvious—he was slacking off on his responsibilities. The broom sat in the corner untouched with the tile floor collecting popcorn like a magnet. His rag hung over the lips of the sliding door to the candy, bone-dry, while the counter screamed with a thick layer of syrupy pop overflow.

There was trouble in paradise if Jonathan Byers wasn’t on his way to being Employee of the Month for the 8000th time in a row. Eric sped through the ticket line post-haste for the sake of his friend (even mumbling through a sale for two of the hottest chicks in the junior class, a waste of an opportunity not to charm them). After the last two groups of ticket sales, there’d be a lull between movies and he could finally meander his way to Jonathan without any more demerits from their manager*. 

Jonathan handed over the last Coke and nachos like he was offering the customer his last kidney, his face sullen and barely recognizable from the more encouraging guy he’d seen the past few weeks. Closing the register, Byers looked totally checked out as he stared off at the ceiling.

Eric locked his register and cubby, before hopping over the booth counter toward his dearly depressed friend.

“Byers! What’s going on man?” he greeted him, tapping the counter. “You look like my grandma tried to kiss you.”

Humor. Humor was the key to all breakups, rejections, and screwups. Eric would know. He was no stranger to the last two.

[thegleampt2fromtheglowpt22001]

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[tawnysoup]

CW DEATH, DEAD BODY, STRANGULATION, BLOOD, IMPLIED SELF-HARM (in case my tags aren't enough!!!! stay safe)

(Above you, you hear Loop trying to take a breath.)

[whalesharkstho]

pose practice with my fav goober B)

[cosmic-spectre]

at the dangerous market..........buying groceries lethally......

original idea by @ctrl-alt-deleting-yr-face

[forgettable-au]

FORGETTABLE-AU (Page 61-64)

* I-I don't think we were talking about the same thing...

[BEGINNING] [PREVIOUS] [CONTINUE]

[xxplastic-cubexx]

filler

[limblesstar]

no one talk to me im thinking about the flamenco dancer who looks exactly like raphael

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 271

“Grandmother is visiting,” Damian suddenly said with no warning and with his usual not-quite demanding tone. 

“Who?” Tim wasn’t the only one to startle, seeing as Bruce had practically froze, a downturn to his lips in a silent show of confusion. 

Damian scowled. “Are you deaf Drake? Grandmother is coming to Gotham to, quote, make sure I am being properly cared for.” None of them had known that Ras was with anyone actually. At least Tim was pretty sure that would have been in the files. 

“Oh?” Dick didn’t quite crouch to Damian’s height but it was a near thing. “She-” “He,” Damian corrected, interrupting him. They all exchanged a glance before Dick continued. 

“Is he coming to the Manor or…” 

Damian scoffed again, a tiny bit of a flush against his face. “No, Grandmother will most likely be staying with Akhi-”

Now wait one moment-

“YOU HAVE ANOTHER BROTHER?!” 

[strawberri-draws]

OTGW studies to prepare for a possible animatic :]

[panthermouthh]

“You doubtless recollect these papers. Here they are. Everything is related in them which bears reference to my accursed origin… the minutest description of my odious and loathesome person is given, in language which painted your own horrors and rendered mine indelible. I sickened as I read.”

[scissorcraft]

they know something, don't they.

[cozylittleartblog]

a little Postlet. . because i Miss them

[vaguely-concerned]

the mourn watch background gives you such a GIFT in having other characters notice and call out on-screen that rook code switches like a motherfucker. the whiplash of hearing my snarky 'heeey I'm just a little guy! :>' funnyman rook speak the heightened ritualized phrases of the mourn watch with perfect seriousness and gravity completely naturally and/or break into an academic tone that can keep up with emmrich at the drop of a hat never stops giving me such endless delight. truly their real mind is a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside some hideous mourn watch casual wear

[icedlava1]

The idea of Tomas being the youngest yet the tallest out of the brothers is just funny to me lol

[spindle-girl]

Crazy to me that Armsmaster built specific counters to a group of 5 teenagers in less than a month during which the city was being bombed by an entirely different group of villains and has two more worse groups as well. Priorities man