#alwaysrevvedup

[untilthcyrot]

❝ We shouldn't be playing around in my dad's office, you know, unless you need a referral for a therapist. Is his chair comfy enough? ❞

♡ ───── open starter for violet harmon !

[murkyhazed]

@alwaysrevvedup said: can’t i just blame everything on my dad and be done with it? @ the one and only karen wheeler

               it   would   be   easy   to   blame   others,   but   she   doesn’t   like   to   teach   her   children   (   or   their   friends   )   to   take   the   easy   way   out.      sometimes   it’s   best   to   look   at   the   issue   deeper,   and   figure   out   where   you   yourself   went   wrong.      while   outside   influences   are   definitely   a   factor   in   how   a   person   turns   out,   it’s   also   in   how   you   react   to   them   that   changes   you   as   a   person.      she   offers   a   smile   to   the   teen,   and   shakes   her   head   as   she   sets   down   a   cool   glass   of   iced   tea.      ❝   that’s   one   way   to   deal   with   things.      but   if   you   keep   blaming   others,   you’ll   never   grow   or   mature.      maybe   take   a   look   inside   first   before   tossing   out   blame.   ❞

[sheetbashed]

“Sorry about that. I think I misread the moment. But if I talk long enough and fast enough we can just act like I didn’t happen, right?”

Hidden Pictures Starters !

❝Dude - ❞ Brows FURROWED as he rambled on. She KNEW he had always been this annoying, but why was he picking NOW to let it manifest? He just HAD to go off and RUIN what could have been a NICE moment, huh? Of course. Typical. The blonde WATCHED for another second before allowing an easy smirk to CROSS her lips. It had started off as an EASY drug deal - a quick exchange between two people, but the conversation had lingered longer this time around. Tina figured she was ALLOWED to have a little fun with the OBVIOUSLY flustered boy. ❝Tell me, what EXACTLY did you think was gonna happen here, huh?❞ A single brow ARCHED upwards, and her smirk grew. ❝Did you think we were having a MOMENT?❞

[pcrfectstorms]

[ @alwaysrevvedup gets a semi-plotted starter from max! ]

navigating her new normal was more than a little frustrating, especially with the crappy government issued wheelchair she'd left the hospital with, the damn thing had a mind of its on at the best of times, but trying to navigate through the trailer park terrain was a nightmare, and she spots eddie staring which only pisses her off even more, "take a picture it'll last longer munson! or better help me, unless you get a kick outta watching girls get stuck on overgrown grass." she barks at him, eyes rolling, but honestly? part of her just wanted a little company, and she was too stubborn to just say that. her mom was at work, and she hadn't heard from the boys today, okay so maybe she'd told them to fuck off last night and that was why.

"where's steve today?" she grins goading him for a reaction, oh she noticed how the two of them had been hanging out more since they'd almost both died, how steve checked up on her almost daily, and how she'd watch him slip across to the munson trailer after. "how are you not like, dying of boredum dude? i've read like every book in my trailer, i miss the arcade. too far wheel myself there in this piece of shit." she huffs, "you have van right? --" eyes lighting up as her genius plan hits.

[berylcluster]

➫ STEVE understands the resistance to being taken care of, it makes him slightly less uncomfortable than it seems to make his better half but it did make his brain short circuit. He was used to being "the guy" in all relationships, the one who pays for dinner, opens the car door; now, it was their sly little competition with each other, a little secret most of the world wasn't privy to. He liked that just fine, Eddie was all his and he couldn't ask for anything more. Although with the sleuth crew of kids he wrangled constantly, it was getting harder and harder to make excuses for the looks he gave the other. Worries to fret over for another day, nothing seemed impossible when Eddie happened to be in vicinity of him.

It's when the sneaky bastard takes his hand that he's caught off guard, eyes darting around, following his head and being relieved when no one seems to be around. Alright, they're safe, for now. The kiss quickly shuts down any rebuttal the hair will give, any snarky remark he had is gone and as quick as his voice is taken, his best half is pulling away. Too little, he thinks, Eddie isn't the only one who wants more. There's no way they wouldn't get caught, even if the cameras didn't work in this place (Keith says the manager is too lazy to fix it), the threat of getting caught looms over their heads even in the safety of their own homes.

But he can't help the jerk he feels wanting to grab those hands and get him back over the counter, so instead he stands there in a somewhat bliss, before he lifts his weight over the counter and heads to the door to stick his head out. "Mr. Harrington is my father, you jackass!" Steve taunts, but he means not a word of it, by the evidence on his face, a bright smile to light him up in the dark of night. After watching the van go, he closes the door and heads back to his job. Looking at all the movies stacked on shelves, he sighs, heavy with longing. Man, he already misses him. He looks at the clock. 9:37.

Eddie knows that little smile, how Steve relishes in doing something nice for him. Eddie isn't used to being doted on and spoiled. Sometimes, it's difficult to let go, to let Steve take care of him in these ways. The tapes tonight are a small way of relenting. His gaze follows the turn of Steve's head, silently noting how Keith is holed up there and either out like a light or stoned out of his gourd. He knows the kind of shit Keith smokes. He buys it from him. They're practically alone as Eddie then turns to look behind him and out into the parking lot. There's no new cars or warning flashes of approaching headlights. Eddie gives a coy tilt of his head and starts to reach across the counter, clasping one of Steve's antsy hands in his own. "No, Mr. Harrington. You've provided me with excellent customer service today." There's a beat of silence, and it's punctuated with a hard, fearful pang of his heart that seems to shake his whole ribcage. Using his grip on Steve's hand and the counter as leverage, Eddie hurriedly leans in and steals a kiss. It's over and done in the space of a few seconds, and his lips tingle as he pulls away, wanting for more but not daring to risk it. "I'll wait up for you," he promises with a small smile and swipes the tapes from the counter, scampering out into the night air before Steve can fully react and draw Eddie back.

[ledcheers]

@alwaysrevvedup​ said: be cool about what i was telling you.

❛ Of course I’m going to be cool about it! Why wouldn’t I? Do you not trust me or something? ❜

[zoomingupthathill-moved]

alwaysrevvedup asked:

“ Is this absolutely necessary? ”

“Of course it is.. Do you think I would be doing something, if it wasn’t ABSOLUTELY necessary.”

[maybestronger]

As SOON as Eddie came on stage, Chrissy's back straightened. She couldn't explain why - it was simply a reaction that she couldn't HELP. Their eyes connected from across the room and despite her nerves, his SMILE made her own lips STRETCH in a mirrored sort of way. His little wave caused a chuckle to slip past and with a nod, she was giving her own sort of acknowledgement in return. The blonde had been worried that he wouldn't be happy to see her - that he wouldn't be willing to WELCOME her into his space, but thankfully she couldn't have been more wrong. It was such a small gesture, but it did wonders for her shattered nerves and THUS she was thankful for it all the same.

The eye contact didn't last for long however. As his DRUMMER said something JUST loud enough to catch his attention, and suddenly it felt as though all sounds came rushing back in. She hadn't even REALIZED they had faded away, but damn ... it was true. Blue eyes BLINKED in surprise and she looked around as the crowd seemed to SETTLE in closer, ready for the show and every nerve ending felt alight. Eyes DANCED across the crowd until she found the stage once more and JUST in time too. Eddie had STEPPED up to the mic and her heart FLUTTERED for some unknown reason as he began to sing.

Blame it on the LOVE of live music if you wanted to, but there was no REAL reason why her cheeks went as pink as they did the second that Eddie began to sing. At least ... no real reason that she was READY to admit to herself anyways. But as the song continued on, Chrissy found herself on the edge of her seat with a large GRIN etched seemingly PERMANENTLY onto her features.

It had been such a throwaway comment. He didn't expect Chrissy to take it seriously, to show up to see his band play. That whole afternoon felt like a fever dream: Chrissy Cunningham coming to him of all people. It felt like the only time he'd feel the warmth of her gaze, and Eddie savored it, made her laugh somehow despite the circumstances. But none of that was on his mind as he stepped up to the microphone and plugged in his guitar, preparing to get the night started. As Eddie straightened, his eyes almost immediately fell upon Chrissy. She stuck out like a sore thumb in the usual Hideout crowd---but a very pretty, angelic sore thumb nonetheless. The smile suddenly sprawling over his face was helpless and fond, and it came with fluttery nerves and equally fluttery butterflies. He lifted a couple fingers from the mic in a small, acknowledging wave at her. "Eddie," Gareth hissed from behind him, clacking his drumsticks together to further get his attention. Eddie's head whipped around to face his bandmates. They were all looking at him, anxious to get the gig started. "Right, right, right," he muttered, fingers dipping into his pocket for a pick. "Count us in." On his cue, Eddie played the opening riff, and the rest of them fell in behind, the drums thundering behind him. He took a deeper breath before leaning into the mic, nerves plaguing him more than usual with Chrissy watching. "Plug me in, I'm alive tonight. Out on the streets again. Turn me on, I'm too hot to stop. Something you'll never forget."

[radiatesmagic]

@alwaysrevvedup​​ joins candy at the rave: “   You’re so weird,  Candy.  But I like it.   ”

“THANK YOU.” Her response was near instantaneous as she perceived it to be the best compliment she could ever receive from someone. Most of the time the word ‘weird’ got tossed around when someone was being mean to her; it was refreshing to hear someone actually prefer her weirdness. Her face was currently in the process of being painted a deathly pale monotone color; cheeks sunken in from the dark brown body-paint contouring both sides of her face to look more like the Mona Lisa. Staring into the mirror as she continued to work on her living art project she barely even acknowledges Eddie’s presence other than the quick thank you. 

It’s only when she puts down the paintbrush from her hand back down to the palette did she turn her head to look at him. “——are you here for Indie?” It’s a normal assumption to be made; rarely does anyone visit her in the middle of a weird project. “But what do you think? Am I freakin’ you out yet?”

[strcngergirls]

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[untilthcyrot]

Hidden Pictures Starters ! | “This is a very old neighborhood, Lydia. All these houses have some kind of horror story.” asked by @alwaysrevvedup

As they drove through the neighborhood on their way home from school in the later afternoon hours, Lydia's curious dark brown eyes roved over the many houses they passed to get to her own. Her house was tucked farther down the street in a more remote area, the perfect house for a couple that wanted both privacy and a place to start a family of their own one day, though those dreams never came true. Not only had they not been able to have children, but a horrible car accident prevented them from living any more dreams that they might have had. Then Charles Deetz scooped up the property and his wife carved the house to match her personality - attention seeking with nobody left impressed besides her own ego.

It left her to wonder just how many houses used to harbor innocent people living their perfectly ordinary lives until, unsuspectingly, it was taken away from them. She wondered if their ghosts had been left behind, too, tormented by a past they couldn't forget and a future they would never accomplish on this earth. For the medium, a gift she had inherited in her teenage years, it really did make her question her own mortality at times.

❝ Oh, yeah? What about that one? ❞ Lydia pointed out the window to a brick house with a slightly flickering porch light. The probability that it was just an electric issue was higher than it was that the house was actually haunted. As they passed the house beside it, she pointed to that one, too. ❝ Or that one? Do you think any of them are haunted? ❞ As monotone as she sounded, she was only having fun with him, something she knew he would pick up on without her having to crack a big smile to prove it.

[hargrove]

📝 Is the muse cooperative or do they like to take the wheel when it comes to threads? 

MUN VS. MUSE

「 -cue my hysterical, unwavering laughter-

yeah this bitch always does what he wants. 」

[sheetbashed]

❝There we go, that's a GOOD boy.❞ The small bit of PRAISE came out in the form of a muttered chuckle, and she slipped past him with ease now that he'd gotten out of her way. Once the door is opened, the blonde stepped inside and eyes didn't KNOW where to fall first. This place was a MESS. She wasn't entirely sure what she expected of course, but ... SOMETHING better than this perhaps? Her nose wrinkled as the smell of old booze and cigarette SMOKE hit her, but it wasn't a NEW smell so she got used to it rather quickly. After a few beats, she looked over her shoulder in his direction and quirked a brow. ❝The evening?❞ Did he think she was SPENDING the night? Well ... maybe. Only time would tell. Brows then relax as a SMILE overtakes her features and with a small shrug of her shoulders, the girl turned to face him. ❝No time like the present. Could at least FIX the bed for us, no?❞ At this point it was just a TEST to see how far he'd go to make her comfortable, as honey colored eyes all but POUT in order to get her way.

The air between them seemed to grow warmer as Tina got closer, shrinking the space between them. One rational brain cell argued that this wasn't a good idea, but it was quickly overwhelmed by other hornier brain cells excited at the prospect of a good time. "All right," he relented as he stepped aside, allowing Tina enough space to get through the doorway.

Inside, it would be polite to say a bomb had gone off. Sheets spilled off one side of his bed, the floor peppered with worn clothes he hadn't bothered to gather for laundry yet. His electric guitar hung on the wall, helping further obscure the mirror already partially covered by posters. The dressers were crowded with sound equipment and various detritus: emptied beer bottles, spare change, crumpled receipts, and a partially filled ashtray. "Sorry for the mess," he interjected. "Really would've called the maid if I knew I'd be entertaining company for the evening."

[barhd]

@alwaysrevvedup​ asked: Apropos of nothing, Eddie tosses a small, newspaper wrapped parcel onto Dustin's lap. A green bow sits atop it, and there's far more tape than is necessary, but it's the thought and effort that counts. The dungeon master walks away nonchalantly, sipping his hot chocolate as if nothing is amiss. But beneath the layers of paper and tape is a garishly bright Hawaiian shirt that only Dustin could rock in full confidence and a pack of batteries for the younger boy's radio. 

                  THIS   WAS   THE   SEASON   OF   GIVING,   AND   THOUGH   he   enjoyed   a   nice   gift,   Dustin   much   preferred   being   around   those   he   loved.   It   sounded   something   straight   out   of   a   dumb   movie,   really,   but   it   was   the   truth.   He   hoped   to   have   Eddie’s   gift   wrapped   and   ready   to   go   by   the   next   time   they   met.   However,   that   didn’t   turn   out   to   be.   If   anything   he   cursed   himself   as   soon   as   the   present   was   tossed   onto   his   lap.   The   wrappings   weren’t   pretty,   and   of   course,   that   didn’t   matter   to   Dustin.   Although,   the   nice   green   bow   put   it   all   together.   He   smiled   to   himself.

               HE   WAS   QUICK   TO   UNWRAP   HIS   GIFT,   TOSSING   the   paper   to   the   side   to   see   what   treasures   he   received.   Blues   instantly   spotted   the   shocking   colored   shirt   he   was   already   in   love   with,   and   easily   picked   up   the   batteries   that   hid   underneath   the   shirt.   No,   it   wasn’t   much.   But,   really,   that   didn’t   matter   to   him   either.   It   was   the   fact   that   Eddie   got   him   something.   Something   in   his   taste,   something   he   would   like,   and   something   he   would   need.   He   paid   attention   and   he   cared.   It   made   his   heart   warm.   So,   with   little   to   no   hesitation,   Dustin   ran   after   the   older   man.   Body   slammed   into   his   back,   with   his   hand   still   holding   the   gift,   but   managed   to   wrap   his   arms   around   Eddie   in   a   nice   embrace.

[cheersnap]

@alwaysrevvedup​ has given chrissy a gift ! —— It is a very small wrapped parcel that passes between his hands and Chrissy's. The size and shape likely gives it away before the colorful holiday paper is peeled off: a cassette tape secured in its plastic case. But it isn't a particular album or band but rather a curated mix Eddie has painstakingly put together on his own. Let It Go, the first metal song he played for her, is at the top of the track list---scrawled in his characteristic writing---along with some of his personal favorites from Metallica and Motely Crue. But it isn't entirely metal either. There's other songs that are meaningful and personal to him, ones he wants to share, from The Doobie Brothers, Fleetwood Mac, and Woody Guthrie.

        christmas was probably one of chrissy’s least favorite   holidays.  the family reunions where she’d have to answer a hundred questions with rehearsed, mostly insincere answers, all the nice food she could look at but hardly eat.  ( sometimes not even look at — she knows her mother watches her like a hawk whenever there was a table of food before her ).  that wasn’t to say that she hated christmas, though.  it was just so... family-oriented and god knows how much chrissy was not.

but looking at the gift from him in her hands right then eased up some of her reservations — and not for materialistic reasons.  “i make a point of only opening presents on christmas day,”  chrissy tells him apologetically, but she’s beaming.  she felt a lot less nervous about the gift she had for him now, too.  “thank you, eddie.”  and before she can talk herself out of it, she gets up on her toes to gently peck him on the cheek.  “i’m sure i’ll love it, but i’ll call you up immediately just to tell you.”

[rebelcliche-archived]

@alwaysrevvedup asked: 📜 Send in 📜 and I’ll use this incorrect quotes generator using your muse and my muse. | accepting!  

eddie:  nancy  and  i  have  that  kind  of  easy  chemistry  where  we  finish  each  other’s- nancy:  sentences. eddie:  don’t  interrupt  me.