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bethhxrmon · 4 years ago

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do flowers exist at night? -chapter one

Chapter One: The Party That Was Not A Graveyard Smash

Pairing: Steve Harrington x OC

Chapter Summary: In an attempt to try and fit in and make friends, Annie decides to take a chance on a Halloween party. Whether or not it was a good idea is up for debate.

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Swearing, Billy being the awful person he truly is

A/N: So here we are, the first full chapter! I hope everyone enjoys this and if you feel so inclined, let me know what you think! If you missed the prologue, you can find it here.

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The bell rang for class to start, but that was not enough to pry Annie away from her book. With Carrie’s destruction of an entire town in full-swing, how could anyone expect her to put it down? There weren’t many pages left. She already went through this section of government class in two other schools already. Not to mention her lawyer mother made sure she knew the Constitution forwards and backwards, especially the Bill of Rights.

“Annette, is that what we’re doing right now?” the teacher asked.

Annie’s head snapped up and she slowly closed the book, “Um… no, sorry.”

Right behind her, she could hear Carol snickering with Tommy. Instead of turning around and snapping at them like she so badly craved, she chewed on the inside of her cheek.

“Well, being new is not going to exempt you from participating in this class. How many amendments were in the Bill of Rights?” the teacher asked, staring her down.

Annie tried to hold back a laugh and failed, “Ten, do you want me to name them all? We’ve got the first one with freedom of speech, petition, assembly, press, and religion. Then the next one is the right to bear arms. After that we’ve got the soldier quartering act, the freedom from search and seizure… should I continue?”

“I will continue teaching the class. You will pay attention,” replied the teacher, her face flushing.

From the corner of her eye, she could see the King of Hawkins High himself trying to not to laugh from a couple desks in front of her. He then shifted his position and caught Annie’s eye. Annie arched an eyebrow and then Steve nodded to her book.

An oddly specific act of kindness in her opinion, Annie shrugged and went back to her book. This time, she also made an effort to position herself so it wouldn’t be obvious she was reading. Even though she could tell Steve was making an effort to help her out for whatever reason. She continued reading the destruction as it came to an end. The hardest thing about not giving herself away was not allowing herself to react to what she was reading.

The book was finished within the next fifteen minutes and she looked over at the board. No one was paying attention. Everyone was talking about the party at Tina’s. Despite not having anyone to go with, Annie contemplated going anyway. Being home alone for the last few days made the matter lose its novelty.

Within the last half hour of class, Annie put away her copy of Carrie and pulled out The Exorcist. It was Halloween, what else was she going to read? Perhaps reading about supernatural experiences wasn’t the best thing to read while she was home alone, but she didn’t care. After watching the movie, she had to know what it was all supposed to be about.

When the bell rang, Annie closed her backpack and slung it over her shoulder. She fidgeted with the sleeve of her black and white striped shirt as she made her way to her locker. Once she unlocked it, she got the things she needed and left the building.

She pulled her Walkman out of the pocket of her dark blue windbreaker, put her headphones on over her ears and pressed play. The Walkman went back into Annie’s pocket as she walked. There were a few mix-tapes in a small pocket of her backpack and several more at home. All with long titles written with a black fountain pen in sloppy cursive varying from “songs to give me that good boost of dopamine” to “i need to feel like a badass in half an hour or less”. The tape currently in her Walkman was “spooky vibes for the spookiest day of the year”. A Halloween mix-tape felt fitting.

“Time Warp” was going through her ears as she made her way down the street. Having lived in large cities where a car would have been a hassle, Annie only relied on public transit in the past. After the divorce, her mom only had enough money to get one car. There wasn’t much of a chance for Annie to learn how to drive and the bus took far longer to get her home than walking did.

Sure, there was a bit of a chill, but Annie just zipped up her jacket over her shirt and had her hands in the pockets. In the pocket without the Walkman, she could feel her switchblade. After years of late night rehearsals in Seattle, she wasn’t about to play around with staying safe in any town. Even if it was as small as Hawkins.

After about half an hour, Annie got home just in time for “Ghostbusters” to play. A small, brick-colored house stood in front of her. She unlocked the front door and went inside. Immediately, Erik started dashing around the house, causing Annie to smile.

She took off her headphones, letting them hang around her neck.

“You’ve been keeping busy,” she said, watching as Erik finally stopped when he hopped on the windowsill in the living room.

There wasn’t much to be done, so she put her headphones on again and pulled out her book from her backpack, flopping on the couch. After reading for a little bit, she closed her book and marked her page with the flyer for Tina’s party.

Was she really going to go? The thought of waiting for children to come knocking on her door when she was perfectly aware no one would come was a last resort for sure. The small house she shared with her mom edged on the outskirts of town. Some annoying middle schooler even claimed it was haunted. All she remembered about him was he wore a baseball cap and had super curly hair.

However, ghosts were not real, so there was nothing to worry about. At least, that was what Annie told herself as she got up from the couch. She went over to her room, putting the cassette in her boombox so she could hear it as she got ready for the party. What else was she going to do with her time?

Maybe it would be fun. Maybe she could get some friends. Maybe things would stop feeling like they were steadily falling apart.

She pressed the play button and music started to come from her boombox as she went to her closet. If she didn’t put this Sandy costume to use now, she would never get a chance to use it. So she changed into the black pleather pants and a black, cold shoulder shirt. It was simple but obvious. All that was left was some hair and makeup.

That was easier said than done as Annie distracted herself dancing around her bathroom as “Superstition” played in her room. She spun around, dancing like an idiot and suddenly everything went black. The power had to have cut out again, but that didn’t change how jarring it was to be in a pitch black room. Unable to even see what was in front of her, she reached out to the wall to try and find her way to the door.

It was a good idea until she felt something wet and slimy and she recoiled. A scream left her mouth and she shut her eyes, not sure what that was at all. Something just felt off.

And just like that, the power came back on. As for the slimy wall, it was dry. There was still residue on her hand and she was quick to scrub it all off. She made sure to leave the bathroom door open this time in case the power cut out again.

By the time her hair was all curled and teased and her eye makeup and red lipstick were applied, it was about time for the party. She threw on her shoes and the black leather jacket that was supposed to tie the whole thing together. The only thing that was super different was the lack of red heels. Her switchblade was in the pocket of her jacket and she left once her cat had his food.

It took a decent walk to get to Tina’s, but it wasn’t nearly as dangerous as she figured. With a bunch of kids running around, she was in decent company for most of the walk.

Finding Tina’s house was the easy part when she saw all the different people going in and out. It took a bit more courage to walk up to the house and go inside.

What if they didn’t like her? The thought of people actually liking her was a bit more tempting than caving to the prior thought. So she forced herself to walk all the way up to the house and inside.

There were other teens in their own costumes and it was already loud and people were dancing around. She could smell the alcohol as it mixed in with sweat and cigarette smoke. Probably a bit of weed too, but she couldn’t be too sure. If she didn’t cower into herself, then maybe she had a chance at fitting in.

As she walked towards the punch bowl, she couldn’t help feeling the eyes of someone staring at her from across the room. Her eyes ended up meeting Billy Hargrove’s for just a moment. Annie was quick to turn away and focus on filling up her cup.

Liquid courage would do the trick, right? It had done her some form of good in the past. She just needed a chance to relax.

Spending time on her own for so long made her want nothing more than to be around other people. Being liked by them would be a nice addition too. With the way Billy looked at her, it was possible that things were taking a turn for the better.

Annie would never admit it, but she kind of had the tiniest grudge against the boy. After all, he had the nerve to move into Hawkins a couple weeks after she had. It solidified her position in the school as the depressed weird girl. Sure, she might have done some of that to herself, but that didn't mean that she didn't long to be liked and to have someone to talk to.

Besides, there could be a sense of camaraderie between both of them. They were both from places far away from Hawkins. And, okay, maybe Annie was using all of this to justify the fact that she was going to try talking to him because he was hot. Was that such a crime?

It was Nancy Wheeler coming over and almost pushing her away from the punch bowl that ripped Annie from her thoughts. She rolled her eyes, walking away from her and over to where Billy was.

And just as she thought, he was kind of charming. Almost in the same way her last boyfriend had been. This was the sort of thing that she was supposed to be doing. Not reading all the books that she could find alone in her house, but flirting with people and partying. If she was stuck in this town, she may as well try to find someone worth talking to.

Two cups of punch later and she'd somehow managed to gain some sense of popularity. When some of her favorite songs came on, she had no trouble going out and dancing. What she wasn't the biggest fan of was how Billy was now at a point where he seemed to be staring at her almost too intently.

"Hey, what do you say I get you another drink?" Billy asked, looking down at her.

Annie shook her head, leaned against the wall, "It's all good, I've still gotta walk home.

"Walk home?! Come on, I can take you home myself," he said, turning so he all but had her cornered there.

She was quick to shake her head again, "That's fine, you've been drinking, I'd rather not deal with that."

"I haven't had that much," he insisted, though Annie could smell the alcohol right on his breath.

Sure, she was a little tipsy, but she wasn't stupid either. If she went in his car, he'd try to screw around with her. Which would have been fine if she was into that, but she just wanted to hang out somewhere for a few hours. Flirting wouldn’t be too bad either, but she really just wanted to talk to people.

"Um... I'm good, seriously, and can you get-" she was cut off by a sudden silence in the room.

While Annie wasn't sure of what happened, she was pretty sure Steve just got Nancy to spill red punch all over her sweater. Regardless of who was at fault there, Billy had turned just enough that she could duck away and leave the house. If she stayed much longer, she wasn't sure anyone would have tried to help her out.

The Halloween air was a bit chilly, so she tugged her leather jacket around herself. Some people were standing around the front yard. No one seemed to notice she was there. It was like the black costume made her blend into the night. At least she could say she really tried. She went to a party and tried to talk to people. It was on her for thinking Billy wouldn't end up creeping her out.

She wasn't sure if she really wanted to take the walk back to her house just yet. Obviously she would have to eventually, but she wished she could have made a friend who could drive her home later. Instead, she was stuck in the middle of the walkway, staring down at some streetlights. It was a bit too bright for her to really see any of the stars.

Someone brushed right past her, almost shoving her to the side, "Hey, what the hell?!"

Her words were either deliberately ignored or she had been too quiet to have been heard in the first place. It seemed that was happening more and more lately. Though, it only took her a couple seconds for her to realize that it had been Steve who brushed her to the side like that. For being the King of Hawkins High, no one seemed to be going after him.

A bit of alcohol still in her system, she jogged a little bit, "Hey, Harrington."

"I already said I was sorry," he snapped, "What do you want?"

Annie blinked, "Well um... I um..."

"Listen, now's a shitty time-"

"Jesus Christ, let me finish my sentence!" Annie exclaimed before shaking her head, "Sorry, just... I know we're not friends or anything, but you look kinda lonely."

Steve grimaced, "Yeah, that's kind of the point."

The Steve Harrington standing in front of her now was a far cry from the guy who helped her sneak her book out in government that day. Maybe turning around and heading out was the better idea. Then she saw Billy starting to head out of the house and decided dealing with a broken-hearted jerk was a bit better than dealing with a creep.

"Well... I guess I don't know what happened-"

"So you wanna find out and gossip with Hargrove or some shit?" he asked, his hands on his hip.

Annie rolled her eyes, "Let me finish! No, I don't even know him that well. In case you didn't notice, I kinda don't have any friends." she noticed him start to open his mouth, "And don't you dare say anything until I'm done. I just-I wanted to check on you. I don't know what happened, and maybe I'm really overstepping here, but I wanted to make sure you're okay."

It was then that Annie noticed Steve looked like he was thirty seconds away from crying his eyes out.

"You're being serious?"

She nodded, "I wouldn't have anyone else to talk to about this... but if you really wanna be alone, I'll let you be."

"Ah, fuck it," he muttered, "Come on, book girl."

Annie couldn't stop herself from laughing as she started walking with him, "I've got a name, you know."

"Yeah, well..." he trailed off, looking down almost like he was trying to wrack his brain.

"Annette or Annie, whatever's easier to remember," she said.

Steve sighed, "Right... sorry, names just aren't really my thing. Nothing's really my thing, though."

"I'm sure that's not true. You're, like, super popular," she replied.

He scoffed, "Yeah, and that's why I'm bullshit."

She could see that Steve was rather pained about the whole thing. What that thing was, she wasn't completely sure. Of course, she wasn't even sure where they were walking off to either.

"Okay, who told you that?"

"Nancy."

Annie blinked in surprise, "Isn't that your girlfriend?"

"Don't remind me," he said, leading them both over to a small park.

She frowned, "I don't know how much it means coming from me, but I don't think you're bullshit."

"You don't even know me," he pointed out, sitting on a swing.

"No, but you're not a dick to me."

"A year ago I would've been."

Annie sat on the swing next to him, "And what the hell does the you from a year ago have to do with any of this?"

"I ki- I fucked up. I fucked up so many times. I shouldn't even be with Nancy right now, she had... every right to dump me and never look back. Apparently she's been wasting her time this whole time," he let out a shaky sigh.

She frowned, "Well... if you don't mind me asking,what's wrong with the both of you now?"

There was a sense of something between Steve and herself. It was obvious there was a barrier. Just because she was helping didn't mean he wanted to open up to her. At the same time, if he hadn't really wanted her there, he could have told her to fuck off at any point. So she chose to set her eyes on some moon flowers in the park.

Steve fumbled around in his pocket before pulling out a cigarette and a lighter, “Do you want one?”

“No sorry… um I quit a while back.”

Another silence fell between the pair as he lit a cigarette. Annie mentally cursed herself. Why would he care that she quit smoking? He most likely just asked the question to be nice.

"It's complicated. Last year was... it was really rough, we went through a lot. We went through it together, you know?" he took a deep breath, "I guess... I really thought we were getting through it, you know? And... I know it's almost a year, and I guess... I guess we're not seeing things the same way."

That was when Steve's voice cracked, and Annie hesitated to shift over so she was closer to him. She put an arm around Steve, letting him cry. Well, she couldn't see he was crying, but she assumed that was what he was doing.

She let out a soft breath, "Well, I'm no shrink, far from it, but I mean... she seemed pretty drunk. Maybe she wasn't thinking."

"I know she meant it, okay?!" he snapped, "Sorry, I... she's got a point."

"Just because someone has a point doesn't mean they're right. All I'm saying is that... maybe there's more you both have to unpack if what you went through was really that serious."

He shook his head, "Even if I'm not bullshit, which I doubt, she said she didn't love me anymore. I planned the rest of my life around us loving each other. I’m such a fucking idiot."

"Okay, I'm sure that's not true, Steve," she said despite having no clue, "She's probably just pissed off about something. You should probably just talk to her when she's sober. You guys seem to have something really good going, and you’re not an idiot."

Whenever she walked around the halls for the short time she was there, they looked pretty cute. Though, she supposed that wasn't everything. It still only seemed right to help him feel like there was something still worth fighting for.

Annie sighed, "All I'm saying is that there's gotta still be something there, right?"

"I guess," he said, "Why're you even here?"

"That's a loaded question, my friend," she said, patting his shoulder.

He turned, squinting his eyes at her, "Okay, why're you sitting here talking to me?"

"Well... a specific chain of events happened and you walked into me. I got kinda pissed because I felt invisible, and you looked like shit so I felt bad. And, well, the rest's history."

"I look like shit?" he asked with a halfhearted laugh.

She shrugged, "Your face is a bit red, but your costume's solid and your hair's still pretty good."

Steve started to chuckle, "Glad my hair's still got it... hey, did you need a ride?"

"Um... I don't, you're probably totally far off from where I live," she said, messing with her hands in her lap.

He shook his head, "Now that's some real bullshit. Come on, book girl, I'm driving you home. You'll get eaten alive out here by yourself."

"Alright, fine," she said, getting up, "I've still got a name, for the record."

Steve looked at her in thought, "Maybe... but I think mine suits you more. I've never seen someone read that much in two weeks."

"Perks of having no friends," she replied with a tight-lipped smile.

He got up, leading the way to his car, "And what does that make me? Chopped liver?"

"Hey, if the shoe fits."

By the time Steve pulled up to her house, it seemed like Steve looked better. No, he wasn't super happy, but he didn't look like he was about to cry his eyes out either. As it turned out, she barely lived a quarter mile away from his house.

She opened the door, "Thanks, um... I'll see you around, yeah?"

"Yeah, good night," he said, "And by the way, you're not as invisible as you think."

Annie paused before smiling, "Thanks for that, seriously."

Once she closed the door and headed inside her house, she could feel the novelty of the night drain. It was probably an anomaly. She was okay with that.

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hawkinspostbite · 5 years ago

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BURN THE WITCH - chapter one

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MASTERLIST BURN THE WITCH

A/N: I do not claim to, nor do I own Stranger Things; the concept, characters, plot, etc.

Sunlight peered through the cracks in the curtains, Anna opened her eyes, groaning. Her back was sore and her left leg was numb from hanging off the edge of the couch all night. Eleven had a bad night, which forced her out into the living room yet again. The light above the stove turned on. “Another night on the couch?” Dad asked.

“I need my own room.” Anna groaned yet again, sitting up.

“Well…”

“Yeah, I know, “this is only temporary”, “eventually she’ll stop having nightmares”, “you’ll get your own room soon”. May I ask, when is soon?” Her father had began making breakfast for himself, as Anna folded the blankets that she used that night.

“Soon… soon is…” Of course he couldn’t answer. “Soon is when it’s safe.”

Anna rolled her eyes, placing the blankets in the basket next to the television stand. “Okay, whenever that is.” She mumbled.

“Will you please get dressed? And get the kid up too, while you’re at it.” Anna shook her head, walking over to her bedroom door. She knocked gently before turning the handle and going inside. Against the wall, curled up into her pile of blankets was Eleven, for once, looking peaceful.

Anna walked over, sighing as she tapped on the young girl’s shoulder. “Hey, El, it’s time to get up.” Eleven groaned, rolling over to look at her. “I have to get dressed, and Dad’s making food.”

“School today?” She asked, sitting up slowly.

“Yep. It’s Thursday.” Eleven got out from under her covers, turning the lamp on the bedside table on. She walked across the small room, to the calendar that hung on the wall. Anna quickly made up El’s bed, smoothing the covers.

“Thursday.” El read aloud, using her red marker to put an X over the day’s date. “October three-zero.”

“October thirty-ith.” Anna spoke. “It’s the thirty-ith, not three-zero. Okay?”

“Thirty-ith?” El replied.

“Yeah, thirty-ith.” She smiled. “Now go ahead out, I have to get dressed.” El left, closing the door behind her. Anna quickly dressed, finished making her bed, and joined her father and Eleven in the “kitchen”. They ate their breakfasts, Dad gave Eleven her word of the day, and then he left for work.

“Have you seen Mike?” Eleven asked quickly. Anna knew she had been patiently waiting to ask until her father was gone.

“Not since Saturday, but I might be going over to Nancy’s tomorrow.” Anna pulled her coat on and grabbed her keys. Eleven sat on the couch, sadness washing over her. “I know you want to see him.” Anna walked over, sitting down next to her.

“But I can’t.” Eleven mocked Jim’s tone of voice. “That’s stupid!” She whined. “Can’t I see him? With you?”

“No, no- El, you know that’s not up to me.” Anna raised her hands in defense. “Dad’s rules are dad’s rules, they’re there for a reason.”

“You break rules, all the time!” El interrupted.

“I do not!”

“Yes. You sneak out after dark, you open the curtains when he isn’t here, and you never enter with the secret knock.”

Anna was shocked. There were two ways to handle this; pick a fight, and anger the teenaged-girl with psionic powers, or get up and walk away. She chose option two. “Here’s the remote.” She grabbed it off of the coffee table, tossing it at El. “I’m going now. Eat some real food today, make sure your dishes are done, and change out of your pajamas. I’ll be home at four.” And with that, she slammed the door behind her.

From outside she heard El groan in protest. On the walk to her car, Anna was careful to avoid every one of the traps her father had set, in paranoia of trespassers. Seeing her car was never easy, every day it was like a kick in the face with embarrassment, and it took everything in her to remember why exactly she had to drive an old squad car (still painted), to and from school every single day. Why? Due to the addition of Eleven into the Hopper family, Jim decided it be crucial that no other living soul, save for the three of them, could have even an inkling of knowledge as to where they lived. And because the car was registered to the police station, no one would be able to track them back to the cabin.

Anna hated her car. It was ugly, annoying, and embarrassing. The heat worked in the winter, but the air didn’t in the summer, and the radio antenna got snapped off on a chase back when it was a useful police vehicle, so the radio didn’t work. The only form of entertainment she had was her tape player, which lucky for her, had a tape stuck inside of it. Not that she was complaining, for it had Fleetwood Mac’s “Rumors” album. She and her dad tried everything, the eject button, digging it out with a butter knife, and just shaking the entire radio column (that was her father’s work), before giving up.

The ride to school was the same boring one, only about fifteen minutes. She passed the station, at which she gave two presses on the horn, to alert her father of her passing by. Then made a left at the library and was welcomed into another marvelous day at Hawkins High School. She parked in her usual spot, noticing that there was a new car parked next to her, a blue Camaro, with California plates. In her rearview she could see Carol, Tina, and Vicky congregating outside of Carol’s car.

Anna got out, walking across the lot to greet her friends. “Morning ladies.” She slapped her palm onto the hood of Carol's car.

“Jesus!” Vicky squealed. “Morning.” She rolled her eyes.

“You just missed a new kid by like, five minutes.” Carol winked at her.

“He’s totally hot.” Tina grinned.

“Nope.” Anna shook her head. “I don’t need a boyfriend.”

“Oh come on Anna, why not?” Tina asked.

“Seriously, a new kid would be perfect for you. He doesn’t know anything about your troubled past-“ Carol said.

“Okay, I am not the one with a troubled past, that’s my dad, and I am not taking the fall for it either. I’ve just spent the majority of my life cleaning up his mess.” She turned to walk towards the school. “I’ve got a lot of shit, that goes on at home, you don’t know about. I don’t have time for a boyfriend, but thanks for the concern. See you at lunch.”

Inside, Anna attended her morning classes, followed by lunch, where she was given an invitation to Tina’s Halloween Bash, and finally introduced to the new kid, to whom she showed no interest. “This is Anna Hopper, her dad’s the Chief of Police.” Tommy grinned from the other end of the table.

“Way to scare him off!” Carol swatted at his arm.

“There’s nothing to scare him away from, C.” Anna glared at her friend. “Look, I’m not interested in a relationship, or anything actually at the moment, so if that’s the only reason Tommy dragged you here, you’re free to go.” She snapped at him.

“My name’s Billy. Billy Hargrove.” He held his hand out for Anna to shake, to which she didn’t comply. “So that’s your car, parked next to mine?”

“Yes.” She replied, not looking up from her food.

“How comes you drive a cop car?” Billy asked.

“Her dad’s paranoid.” Vicky chimed in.

“Bitch!” Anna called to her.

“So you’ve been friends with her all these years, and never been to her house?” Billy asked, curiously.

“Anna moved here four years ago with her dad, and they lived in a trailer, which was kind of dumpy, let’s be real.” Carol explained.

“Seriously?” Anna gasped.

“Well!” Carol defended herself. “We used to go over there all the time, but about a year ago she moved, where? I don’t know, but none of us know where she lives, and none of us have been there.”

“Told you, her dad’s paranoid.” Vicky sighed, poking at her salad.

“So you live a life of secrecy?” Billy asked.

“Not by choice.” Anna replied. “If I had it my way, we’d still be living in New York.”

“She comes from a broken family.” Tina explained.

“Jesus Christ, Tina! It’s his first day here, do you think it’s really appropriate to be telling him my entire life story? Especially if I didn’t explicitly agree to it?”

“Sorry. You’re right, I’m sorry.” Tina looked down at her tray of half-eaten food.

“Yeah, sorry A.” Carol added.

Anna sat down, and the group carried on with lunch as if nothing had ever happened. The rest of the day went by uneventfully, and as the final bell rang, Anna made her way out to the parking lot. Across the way she saw Nancy getting into Steve’s car. They waved at each other, and that was that.

Anna’s friendship with Steve and Nancy, and Jonathan Byers was on the down-low. The four of them had shared an exciting experience the previous year.

Anna had been at home when her dad told her that Will Byers had gone missing. She wasn’t upset, she didn’t have a specific attachment to him, or anyone he was linked to, sure it was sad, but the kid went missing and that was that. A few days later she came across Jonathan in the red room, developing his photos, and that’s when the investigation began. She and Jonathan teamed up to try and find out what happened to his brother, Anna used what information she could find from her father’s work, and Jonathan used what information he could find from his mother’s ramblings. Eventually teamed up with Nancy, and the three discovered where to find the faceless beast. That was also when she had first met Eleven, who had been living in Nancy’s basement, and was hidden by her younger brother Mike and his best friends Dustin Henderson, and Lucas Sinclair. Eleven’s existence opened up the discovery of the alternate universe right beneath them, which the boys had dubbed “the Upside Down”, the monster which they had been seeking “the Demogorgon”, and Eleven’s constant running away from “the Bad Men”. While her father and Mrs. Byers performed Will’s rescue mission in the Upside Down, the kids stayed out of sight with Eleven at the middle school, and she, Nancy, and Jonathan went back to the Byers to kill the Demogorgon. In the end, accidentally assisted by Steve, they rid both worlds of the Demogorgon, Will was rescued, but unfortunately, Eleven had disappeared. Cut to two months in the future, Eleven showed up in the woods, right outside of the trailer, and the rest was history, and life as Anna knew it now.

Since Will’s disappearance and reappearance, the small circle of people that knew about the otherworldly happenings in Hawkins had become a secret society of survivors, sworn by the government to never speak about what happened, to anyone. In school, her relationship with Steve, Nancy, and Jonathan was a “Hello, goodbye.” type, and they never stayed in the same area for too long. On the weekends, she would spend what time she wasn’t with the girls, with Jonathan, working on photos and keeping a watchful eye on Joyce and Will for her dad. Anna was instructed by her father to steer extra clear of the kids, for fear of letting Eleven’s presence in the Hopper home slip. Mike had formed a unique bond with her, and quite frankly, his heartbreak over her being gone was hard to watch.

On the way home, she noticed her father’s truck was still at the station. Hopefully he would be home on time, so that she would be saved of having to deal with Eleven’s trust issues with her father.

She pulled off into the dirt path at four o’clock exactly. And reached the house shortly thereafter. One knock, three knocks, then two. “You’re late. It’s four, zero-eight.” Eleven spoke from the kitchen.

“I never promised four, exactly.” Anna stepped inside, Eleven locked the door and turned the sink water off. “Just doing your dishes now?” Anna kicked off her shoes. “What’d you have to eat?”

“Sandwich.” Eleven replied, sitting on the couch.

“PB&J?” She asked, hanging her coat on the coat hook behind the door.

“Yes.” Eleven’s eyes followed Anna as she walked towards their bedroom door.

“You changed out of your pjs. Nice.” El nodded. “I have homework, am I good to go inside for awhile? Dad should be home around six.”

“Yes.” El replied again.

Dad wasn’t home around six, but Anna made dinner anyway. She took her’s into the room, because Eleven promised her that she would eat everything, vegetables first. At seven thirty Anna got a shower, and El followed shortly after. Dad did get home around eight fifteen, El sat at the table with him while he ate, and Anna fell asleep, so deeply that she didn’t wake until the next morning.

The next day was Halloween. “October thirty-first.” Eleven stated. The pair had woken up long before dad, and were already dressed when he awoke. “Boo.” El surprised Anna in the kitchen, wearing her bed-sheet as a costume. She had cut two eyes in it, to be a ghost.

Anna flipped the piece of French toast she was cooking. “Nice.”

“Trick or treat?”

“Not my choice kid.” From the other side of the tiny cabin, Anna heard her father’s footsteps. “You’d better hide now if you want to scare him though.”

Eleven retreated back to their room, shutting the door just enough. “Morning.” Dad cleared his throat, inspecting what his oldest was making for breakfast. “What’s cooking?”

“French toast.” Anna could hardly suppress her laughter.

She heard El’s footsteps from behind them. “Oh, Jesus!” Dad turned around, slightly spooked by the young girl’s presence.

“Ghost.” El replied.

He rolled his eyes at Anna, walking over to the table. “Yeah, I see that.”

“Halloween.”

“Sure is.” Anna plated each of their food and sat it on the table. “But right now it’s breakfast, okay? Come on, let’s eat.”

Anna grabbed a cup for coffee for her dad, and two glasses of juice for her and El. “They wouldn’t see me.”

“Who wouldn’t see you?”

She sat down across from her father. “The bad men.” She spoke at the same time as Eleven.

“What are you talking about?”

“Trick or treat.” El replied.

“You want to go trick-or-treating?” He looked between Eleven and Anna.

“She’s never been.” Anna shrugged, taking a sip of her juice. Eleven nodded, and Jim shook his head in response.

“You know the rules.”

“Yes, but-“

“Yeah, so you know the answer.” He got up and guided her to her seat next to Anna.

“No, but, they wouldn’t see me!”

“No. Hey, I don’t care.” He attempted to take the sheet off of her. “I don’t care, alright? You go out there, ghost or not, it’s a risk. We don’t take risks, alright? They’re stupid, and?”

“We’re not stupid.” Eleven huffed, looking at Anna for guidance.

“Exactly. Now, you take that off, sit down and eat. Your food’s getting cold.” El shrugged the sheet off, leaving it on the floor. Dad poured syrup onto his food, handing it back to Anna she did the same to her’s and then to El’s, who had no syrup-portion-control. “Alright, I’ll tell you what. How about I get off early tonight, and I buy us a bunch of candy, and we can sit around and get fat and we watch a scary movie together? Anna, you’ll be home at the same time, right?”

“Actually, I was going to go to-“ She began to explain that she had plans to go to Tina’s Halloween party, but her father gave her “the eyes”, so she stopped herself. “Yeah, I’ll be home.”

“How’s that for a compromise?” Dad asked.

“Compromise?” Eleven replied.

“C-o-m, promise. Compromise.” Anna sounded the word out for her. “That can be your word for the day. Okay? Compromise, it’s in-between, it’s like halfway happy.”

“By five-one-five?” Eleven looked over to him.

“Five fifteen. Yeah, sure.”

“Promise?” El looked at him, then at Anna.

“Yes.” Dad replied.

“Of course.” Anna sighed.

“I promise.”

“Halfway happy.” Eleven said.

The trio finished their breakfasts together. Jim did the dishes, while Anna helped Eleven make their beds. “I’ll walk out with you today.” Dad said, waiting by the door for his daughter. Anna nodded, pulling on her boots and coat.

“Good food today, dishes done by four.” El nodded from the couch. “And if you put that sheet in the laundry basket I can show you how to sew patches onto it tomorrow, okay?” Eleven jumped up, rushing to put the sheet in the laundry area. “Lock the door!”

She and her father walked down to their cars in silence. “So dad, about that party tonight-“

“No.”

“Dad, please.”

Jim opened the door to his truck. “No means no. You promised El that you’d hang out with us tonight, and promises are promises. She really counts on you kid. Besides, what’s gonna happen at that stupid party anyway?” Anna rolled her eyes. “A bunch of kids in stupid costumes are gonna drink themselves silly until I have to send Callahan in there to break it up.”

“Yeah, because we know that’s always successful.” Anna muttered.

“I’m sorry, kid. But there will be other parties.”

“I know.”

Jim opened his arms, and Anna stepped inside, the two of them embracing for a moment. “See you at five fifteen.”

“See you then.” She sighed, getting in her car and watching as her pulled away.

Anna pouted all the way to school. She had spoken to Nancy a few days before, after she had learned that Nancy might have convinced Jonathan to go to Tina’s party. “Come on Jonathan, it’s perfect!” Anna had exclaimed.

“Jack and Wendy Torrance?” Jonathan asked, suspiciously. “But we aren’t married.”

“Yes and we’re not dating either, but two friends can go to a Halloween party as Jack and Wendy Torrance if they want to.” Anna sighed. “The costumes are very functional. Guaranteed, we both already have everything we’d need in our closets, right now. Plus, they’d be super warm.”

“I’ll think about it.” Jonathan sighed, knowing that if he could make Anna happy for even one night, he would consider it a win.

“Yes! Thank you!”

So she had her costume, she just needed to think of her escape plan, and execute it. Tina’s party started at eight, by then, they should be well onto their second scary movie, Anna could complain that she got a stomach ache from eating candy and then “go to bed” for the night. Then after El and dad were asleep, she could sneak out. The plan was perfect, considering that El got tired by seven on even a weeknight. Foolproof, immaculate, fabulous. She would return in the morning, showered and in-bed, in just enough time to get a good amount of sleep for Saturday chores.

“So, you gonna make it to the party?” Tina asked, upon Anna’s arrival.

“Yes, why do you ask?” Anna shut the car door behind her.

“Because you pulled in about five minutes ago and didn’t even realize it. I figured you were planning how you’re gonna get there.”

“Yeah, well my dad wants me to watch scary movies with him and eat candy all night, so I have to figure something out between now and then.”

“Nancy said you were going with Jonathan Byers as the couple from “The Shining”… I didn’t know you were friends with him.” Tina said, kicking a rock while they walked towards the school.

“Um, yeah. Childhood friends, we talk here and there. But that’s if he even shows up.”

“So if he doesn’t, you’re just gonna come as Wendy, without her husband?” Tina stopped.

“Yes, you and I will understand it so what else does it matter? Everybody will be drunk anyway.” Anna began walking again, a blast of warm air hitting her as she stepped inside the school.

“You’re right.” Tina sighed. “Besides, you’ll look cute no matter what you’re wearing.”

“Oh, my dear. So sweet to me.” Anna laughed, kissing the tips of her fingers and pressing them to Tina’s cheek. The pair walked to their lockers, and began their day.

School let out at three-thirty, as usual, and Anna wasted no time throwing all of her things into her locker and making a beeline to her car. If she had to suffer through a scary movie marathon with her dad and El, she wanted it to happen quick and painlessly. Maybe if she was lucky she’d fall asleep during the movie, and miss the whole thing.

At home, Eleven unlocked the door after hearing the secret knock. Anna discarded her shoes and coat and went into the bedroom to lay out her costume underneath her covers. Granted, her outfit wasn’t exact, because she had to do with what she had laying around, but she made it work. She had denim overalls, a multicolored flannel top, and a tan turtleneck sweater underneath, and for footwear, her brown workboots would have to do.

Anna joined El on the couch, the pair flipping through various television stations and stopping to watch a show occasionally. Five o’clock came and went, as did six, and seven. Neither of them had eaten, for they knew they would fill up on candy. Anna sighed, getting up. “El, do you know how to keep a secret?”

“Yes. Why?” Of course, El was a secret herself.

Anna looked at the clock. “Dad’s not coming home early, clearly. And I have somewhere to go.”

“Friends?”

“Yes, with my friends.” Anna walked over to the back of the T.V. “I want to go hang out with them, but dad wouldn’t let me. Now that he’s not coming home, it will need to be a secret. I’ll help you wheel this into the room, and make you food before I go. But you can’t tell dad where I went. Promise?”

“Promise?”

“I don’t break my promises El, I never break my promises.” Anna held her pinky out for El to grab with her’s.

“Promise.” El linked her pinky with Anna’s.

“Alright, let’s get moving then.” Anna unplugged the television and she and Eleven wheeled it into their bedroom, positioning it just right, so that El could watch it comfortably from bed. “I’m gonna get dressed, go ahead and pick out what you want to eat.”

Eleven shut the door as she left, allowing Anna to get dressed. She joined El in the kitchen, heating her food up in the microwave. “See you in the morning.” She smiled as Eleven locked herself and her food into their room.

“Goodnight Anna.” Eleven called as she left.

From the porch Anna could hear the locks click, and she carefully made her way through the woods and into town. At the corner of Trestle and Jojo she came upon the payphone, and quickly sliding to quarters into the slot, she dialed Tommy’s house-phone. “Yo, Tommy speaking.”

“Hey, it’s Anna. Can you pick me up?”

“Well, well, well, managed to break out of prison tonight?”

“Yeah, for one night only. Now can you get me or not, I’m right down the block from the station and I’m gonna get caught!”

“Sure thing Hopper, I’ll be there in ten.”

“Make it five-“

“Five! I’ll be there in five!” Tommy sighed, hanging up.

Anna kept her head hung low while she waited for Tommy, becoming paranoid that every single passing car would be her father discovering her escape. If the party was at Carol’s, she could’ve walked. Carol lived on Pine Street, which was only a ten-minute walk from the cabin. Or even Tommy, who lived in Loch Nora. But Tina lived around the corner from Steve Harrington’s house, which meant a perfect party house, surrounded on two sides by woods stretching for miles, and very few neighbors to be found.

Tommy came, music blasting, and Anna quickly climbed inside. “No Carol?”

“Nah, she went to Vicky’s after school.”

“Thanks for the ride.”

“No problem. Last thing I need is the chief’s daughter pissed at me for no reason. You’ll be having your dad pull me over or some shit like that.” Anna and Tommy laughed, and they chatted the whole way to the party.

Inside, Tina was surprised to see Anna in attendance. “They said you wouldn’t make it!” She pointed excitedly over to Carol and Vicky. “But I knew you’d get out!”

“You look warm.” Carol snickered, handing Anna a cup.

“It’s cold outside?” Anna said, taking the cup.

“Drink up, it’ll only make it worse.” Carol patted her on the shoulder and guided her friends outside.

The girls mingled here and there for a bit, Vicky and Tina found random boys to scamper off with, Tommy was off bullying people with new kid Billy, and that left just Carol and Anna. “So Tina told me you were supposed to have another half to your costume? Jonathan Byers?”

“Yeah, and? Like I told her, he’s a childhood friend. Who cares, he didn’t show up anyway.”

Through the window she could see that Steve and Nancy had just arrived, and Billy and Tommy were already taunting them. She rolled her eyes, downing the rest of the liquid in her cup. “Want another?” Carol asked. “I’ll go get.”

Anna nodded. “Thank you.” That would be three drinks, and then that was it. She needed to be able to sneak into the house with a still-functioning motor system.

Tina had made a Halloween mix specifically for her party, adorned with all of the girl’s favorite songs on it. The portion that was currently playing must’ve been mixed for Anna, because all she had heard in the past ten minutes was Fleetwood Mac, not that she was complaining. “Drink for you.” A new voice came into play.

Anna turned around, coming face to face with Billy. “What’s your costume?” She laughed, taking the cup from his hand.

“Don’t know, but my shirt got wet.”

“So that’s why it’s off?”

“Yeah. Carol told me to give you that.”

“Thanks.” Anna took a sip, nodding her head to the music.

“You like Fleetwood Mac?” Billy scrunched his nose.

“You don’t?”

“No, just never pegged you for a hippie.”

“I’m not a hippie.” Anna turned back to watch the trees. “Maybe a spiritualist, but not a hippie. I’m going for a walk, you coming?”

Before Billy could reply, Anna was walking into the woods. “Are you sure this is safe?”

“I’m not afraid of a few trees Hargrove. Come on.” Anna assumed he was following her, by the sound of his heavy footsteps behind her. “You know, they say that Stevie Nicks is a witch.”

“You believe it?”

“I don’t know. But I’ve read a lot about her, and witchcraft. Even have myself a few crystals-“

“Are you a witch?” They came to a small clearing in the woods.

“No. Just curious.” She finally turned to face him again. “But things like that aren’t totally impossible… Not around here at least.” Anna sighed. “Hawkins is tainted.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Weird things happen around here. Random power surges, stuff you can’t really explain with common knowledge.”

“How do you know all of this?”

“My dad.” Anna dumped the rest of her cup onto the ground. “And first-hand experience. But there are some things you should know about this place. Things that will keep you safe. If you’re smart.”

“So what are they?”

“Never leave your house after dark, alone.

Always lock your doors.

Leave the curtains closed at night, and make sure there’s at least one light on in your house. Just incase-“

“Incase what?”

“You would know it if you’d seen it.”

“And stay away from government facilities.”

“What’s wrong with the government-“

“Sworn to secrecy.” She held her hand over her mouth. “It’s all for the safety of yourself. You can ask anybody, but not many will tell you the rules because everyone’s too afraid.”

“Afraid of what?”

“What’s in the dark.”

Billy’s eyes widened with fear. He couldn’t quite find the right words to respond with. “I think I’m gonna head back now.”

“Be careful.” Anna called.

“You’re not coming?” He turned to look at her.

“No. I’m gonna hang behind, take a long walk back. I’ll meet you back in ten, promise.” Billy nodded, smiling back at Anna.

She watched as Billy’s shadow faded into black, the moon and stars providing little to no light for her to walk. She began to follow him, taking her time, enjoying the stillness of the woods. She tripped on a fallen tree, falling and slicing her hand on a broken branch. “Shit!” Anna cursed, sitting on her knees. She couldn’t see her wound, but from the wetness that she felt in her palm, she figured it was pretty deep. She wiped her palm onto her pants-leg, the material becoming stained with blood. Anna began to walk again, more careful of her surroundings.

Behind her she heard a snap. It was most likely Billy, trying to come around a tree and scare her. So she stopped and stood. “Very funny Hargrove, but your cover’s been blown.” There was no response. “You can come out now.”

She was met with another twig snap.

“Hargrove? I’m serious, come out now!”

Another snap.

“Billy?”

Another snap, closer.

And then the world fell away.

#stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things 2 #jim hopper #jim hopper imagine #eleven #eleven imagine #Billy Hargrove #billy hargrove imagine

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chocolateghost · 6 years ago

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WIP Game

Tagged by: @majicbeyondthewall @kitten1618x @lady-and-lemoncakes

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.

Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues or interests you, and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!

Ok ya’ll best believe I'm gonna put like every single WIP I have in this post. Because honestly why the hell not? Maybe I can generate some interest that will help me get my ass to work!

Hey There, Mrs. Lovely - After finding out her husband has been cheating on her, Sansa decides to start an affair with the hot teenage boy next door. Barely there plot and smut galore. There may be an end in sight. Maybe...

Can't We Be Sweethearts? - Jon and Sansa are teenage best friends who EVENTUALLY become high school sweethearts. Based on my actual love story with my wife. The slow burn may kill you. WILL BE UPDATED SOON!

Of Film & Paper - Jon and Sansa play the role of Jim and Pam as they become idiots in love in this AU of The Office. Hilarious with an angsty slow burn!

Love At 40,000 Feet - Mysteriously sad Jon takes a trip to the Summer Isles, but perky flight attendant Sansa aims to change his mood. Been on hiatus for a long ass time. Not quite abandoned, but fuck if I know when I'll ever get back to it.

Zombies - Zombie apocalypse AU. Jon and Sansa aim to retake back their family home from the monsters that took it from them. An extremely late birthday gift for @patritxi that apparently won't see the light of day until her next birthday lol.

Blood on the ice - Hockey AU for @uchihabat. Jon fights Ramsay during a game. Sansa loves it so much she pretty much creams her jeans.

Seedy motel - Jon works the graveyard shift at a (you guessed it) seedy motel. Hooker!Sansa likes to bring her clients there. Shenanigans ensue.

GIF WAR - An idea I had with @captainbee89, this story follows a text convo between Jon and Sansa. Flirty texts and gifs run rampant.

Los Angeles is dead/these drugs ain’t working - Jon is a jaded strung out rock star who left Sansa behind years ago to find fame and fortune. Now clean and sober he aims to make amends and hopefully win her back.

fall cabin bonfire - Based on a prompt @queenalysansa specifically requested from me. Sansa gets lost and accidentally stumbles upon Jon’s cabin in the woods. He offers her cider and candy corn and a place to spend the night. She’s forced to wear his clothes when hers catch on fire. WILL BE FINISHED SOON!

what sin replaces love - Originally supposed to be a Jon and Sansa reconnect after years apart type story, this shit has evolved so many times in my brain I have no idea exactly what it’s about anymore. Has the potential to be my magnum opus if I could actually figure it out. All I can tell you here is that it will be dark and hot and angsty and fluffy and just fucking EVERYTHING. I will definitely give more info if anybody wants!

Jonsa xmas 2018 - Still undecided but will most likely either be an It’s a Wonderful Life or Christmas Carol AU. Plenty of angst and holiday feels to go around!

Spring break dilf - A gift for @asongforjonsa. Sansa’s boyfriend breaks up with her right before her spring break from university, ruining her vacation plans. Her best friend/dormmate invites her to stay with her and her dad to cheer her up. Enter Jon Snow: The Spring Break DILF. Kinky sex to the max.

Mods & rockers - Kind of a star-crossed lovers good girl meets bad boy story. Set in England in 1964 during the bank holiday riots in Brighton.

Groundhog Day - Jon (or maybe Sansa) is stuck in an infinite time loop forced to relive the worst day of his (or her) life.

les cousins dangereux - A gift for @sansasnowstark where Jon and Sansa are cousins and they’re doing it on the down low. Like everywhere. There’s literally not a surface they haven’t fucked on.

Stalker - A story I started for the Dark!Jon week. Jon is like legit stalking Sansa. He’s a total creeper, but also she maybe kind of loves it? It’s weird lol.

Too many straights and not enough grease - Sort of an AU of The Outsiders. Greaser!Jon fights soc!Joffrey to defend Sansa’s honor. Probably way too similar to my mods and rockers story. But fuck it, I love The Outsiders. STAY GOLD PONYBOY!

Answering bell - Jon is Sansa’s hot new neighbor that she’s way too shy to talk to. Little does she know that he’s also an up and coming musician with all legion of horny fans just dying to get a piece of him.

I’m tagging (anyone I want to dammit): @asongforjonsa @vivilove-jonsa @amymel86 @what-would-wonderwoman-do @uchihabat @templeton21 @jrojoyce @ludholtzjj @queenalysansa @captainbee89 @valofwinterfell @tayl0crow @scullylikesscience @winterrose527 @israfel00

#jonsa #jonsa fanfiction #jonsa fanfic #future jonsa fics #chocolateghost fic #wip game #will i ever actually finish any of these #i mean probably #but fuck this is too damn much #somebody kill me now

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dearorpheus · 7 years ago

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what're some of your fave things pertaining to fairy tales/folklore?

My god, I am so glad you said “some”. I’m going to use “some” as the operative word here. These are a variety of things I’ve been working over lately.

The Tinder Box. (Denmark, Hans Christian Anderson)How Children Played Butcher with Each Other. (Germany, Grimm’s)The Poor Boy in the Grave. (^)The Fisherman and His Wife. (^)The Blood Brothers. (^)The Twelve Brothers. (^)The Hand and the Knife. (^) The Juniper Tree. (^)Bluebeard (France) / Fitcher’s Bird. (^)The Lindworm. (Norway)The Golden Root. (Italy)The Bamboo-Cutter and the Moon Child. (Japan)The Boy and the Wolves, or, The Broken Promise. (England)The Maiden with the Rose on Her Head. (Portugal)The False Prince and the True. (Portugal)The Eye Juggler. (Native America)The Lute Player. (Russia)The Death of Koschei the Deathless. (Russia)The Descent of Ishtar to the Underworld. (Western Asia, I think?)The Arabian Nights. (Middle East)

Shorts:Snow, Glass, Apples, Neil GaimanAmong The Thorns, Veronica Schanoes (based on The Jew in the Brambles, which I do not like)Ekaterina and the Firebird, Abra Staffin-Wiebe

Collections:The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories, Angela CarterAngela Carter’s Book of Fairy TalesRed as Blood, or Tales from the Sisters Grimmer, Tanith LeeThe Language of Thorns, Leigh BardugoIrish Fairy and Folk Tales, W. B. YeatsMy Mother She Killed Me, My Father He Ate Me (haven’t read it but was recommended it by @girlwithouthands and I trust her)

–Interval: I would love to talk about creatures of folklore as well but that would be starting something that I’ll absolutely never come close to finishing so let me just impart to you awareness of the Gashadokuro (x), although… you should probably check out the Yōkai in general–

Books:The Juniper Tree, Barbara ComynsTam Lin, Pamela DeanThe Goose Girl, Shannon HaleUprooted, Naomi NovikDaughter of the Forest, Juliet MarillierDeathless, Catherynne M. Valente

Poetry:Transformations, Anne SextonIntroduction to the Body in Fairytales, Jeannine Hall GaileyMrs Beast, Carol Ann DuffyFairy-tale Logic, A. E. Stallings

Non-Fiction:Beauty and the Beast: Classic Tales About Animal Brides and Grooms from Around the World, Maria TatarWomen Who Run With the Wolves: Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype, Clarissa Pinkola Estés

Articles:The Importance of Being Scared: Polish Nobel Laureate Wisława Szymborska on Fairy Tales and the Necessity of Fear“Once Upon a Time” and Other Formulaic Folktale FlourishesIt Was or It Was Not: Femininity in Arabic FolktalesWhy Are Old Women Often The Face Of Evil In Fairy Tales And Folklore?Beauty and Bestiality

Films:Tale of Tales (2015), dir. Matteo GarroneThe Brothers Grimm (2005), dir. Terry GilliamPan’s Labyrinth (2006), dir. Guillermo del ToroRed Riding Hood (2011), dir. Catherine Hardwick (okay, listen, look at me, listen. I know. I know it’s bad. but I find the ending very gratifying and the atmosphere during the film is tasty)La Belle et La Bête (2014), dir. Christophe GansSnow White and the Huntsman (2012), dir. Rupert Sanders (Charlize Theron as the Evil Queen and the immense beauty of the forest scenes and Breath of Life are too compelling to ignore but you should probably black out the rest)Hansel & Gretel: Witch Hunters (2013), dir. Tommy Wirkola

Miscellaneous:these illustrations based on Aesop’s FablesThe Wolf by Fever Ray (song)this videothis professor examining the specifics of a university course, Grimms’ Children’s and Household Tales

#also shout out to that children's tale 'The Green Ribbon'#asks

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rainbow-squirrels-7 · 6 years ago

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!!ENDGAME SPOILERS AHEAD!! Since I did it last year with Infinity War and now that I’ve seen Endgame twice here are my ramblings:

But before we begin apparently I accidentally predicted Endgame’s title during my IW ramblings and then completely forgot about it...

-so like that friggin beginning tho poor Clint like the entire movie. Agreeing with a favorite YouTube movie reviewer of mine, this was really Clint’s shining movie despite his uh- downward turn for a bit there -but on the bright side I’m glad his older kids’ names are canon now; like legit I thought those (Cooper and Lila) were made up by the fanfictioneers. Maybe they were and the writers were like ‘huh okay less work for us- yoink’ -then Nebula and Stark playing table football that was adorable. The shiny paper reminded me of that one Chris Hemsworth gif you know the one of him making a face at his reflection? -and heck yes Carol coming in hot to save the day what a legend -woohoo go get Thanos time -and he’s just in a frickin farm in a T-shirt (a T-SHIRT?!?) collecting some fruits and starting a new YouTube cooking channel -“what’s up half of the universe today we’re making weird bumpy fruit stew” -but heck yeah Thor cut off that guy’s head -and then just like whoa five years later. I usually can’t stand time jumps but it’s alright. It really gives a perspective of ‘yeah the world isn’t better with half its population. Everyone’s so sad’ -good job of Steve starting a therapy group tho even if he doesn’t take his own advice -I can’t believe a rat saved Scott talk about lucky -unless that rat was actually Loki -just sayin -and the bike kid: “wouldn’t you like to know weatherboy” -I forget how old Cassie was in Antman and the Wasp but +5 years to that I guess. She looks a bit too old to me but what do I know. I’m very glad she didn’t disappear though cuz I love Scott very much and I don’t want him to go through that -tbh Scott saved everyone cuz he had the time travel idea in the first place. I love an optimistic boy -UHBUHH I HAVENT TALKED ABOUT CAROL’S HAIRCUT YET UM HECK YEAH -it’s very good I’m very gay -anyway -I liked Nebula’s prominence in this movie she’s growing on me but of course it doesn’t take a lot on account of me loving robots (cyborgs?) so much -getting the band back together! -baby Morgan Stark/Potts was Very Good -ohmygod Thor -so chub -I was annoyed being without beefy Thor the first time, but rewatching it though I thought his Look was maybe not only reflecting his depression (cuz yeah) but maybe mythological Thor? Like I’m just throwing spaghetti at the wall but maybe in actual Norse myth Thor was (well, actually a redhead) that chub/beef combo but he did have the fluffier beard that MCU Thor had this time. Idk, like I said- spaghetti -Valkyrie’s back! Love her -they call her that though? Isn’t that what she is- like her job? Does she not have a name? Could have sworn it was Brunhilda or something -and Korg and the sharp bug guy are back too! Love them -friggin playing Fortnite -jokes aside though I do love that deep look into Thor’s guilt throughout the whole movie. Like he thought killing Thanos would just make everything better but it didn’t and just couldn’t deal and would rather drink to forget -Clint’s guilt was also interesting, like showing that ‘oh god he could really go there, he could get this bad given the circumstance’ -just Blade Runner-ing all around Tokyo -I haven’t seen Blade Runner but it has neon lights and rain right? -but yeah I do like the “the Snap took away good people and bad people but like it could have just took bad people and since it didn’t I’ll have to instead” -sad boy -he was very uh ‘Magnus rushes in’ if you will, during this movie. Not caring for a lot of it if he lived or died cuz he’d lost so much -god he was good in this movie -anyway -I also called the time travel:

-it still doesn’t completely make sense to me though? Like time travel is confusing enough but adding in a multiverse just makes it even more so -I loved the revisiting the old movies! -low key wanted an Age of Ultron revisit so we could have OMG we could have seen Pietro again -still on the #bringbackpietromaximoff train guys -but anyway we could have seen some good Wanda scenes and also my boy Vision again -but it did make more sense to get the three in NY at the same time -it was real cool to see the bald wizard lady (Minerva from TAZ Amnesty) defending the wizard building during 2012 Avengers- like that is so believable and now we can watch 2012 Avengers and be like “oh hey the wizards were there” -“that is America’s a**” I love how much Scott hero-worships Steve like we saw that in Civil War and yes it’s so funny and I love it its great -Steve vs Steve fight?? Great -“I can do this all day.” “Yeah yeah I know.” -And again, we can totally watch 2012 Avengers again and be like ‘yes meeting with Secretary Pierce and the other Shield guys- this is totally believable, it’s exactly what would have happened we just didn’t see it.’ -the elevator scene! I thought for sure Steve was gonna do the “now before we begin does anyone want to get out” but the “hail hydra” was just as good -“they’re hydra but we don’t know that yet” “they Look like bad guys!!” -and I guess Loki using the Tesseract to escape during that scene is setup for a... tv show? He’s gonna be wreaking havoc through time and space I guess?? Glad he’s back though -anyway revisiting more movies -friggin Guardians 1 -Quill singing Come and Get Your Love really badly cuz all we heard was the actual song and OhmyGOD that was hilarious -I’m glad Rhodey and Nebula got on a team cuz they can be prosthetic buddies -but did Nebula just not tell Clint and Nat that one of them would have to die for the Soul Stone? Or did they know and just not wanna talk about it till it came up? -TBH I though the ‘lose someone you love for the stone’ requirement would have been filled by both Clint and Nat already cuz Clint could have been like “um my dude do you even know how much I’ve lost already??” -apparently not though -Nat’s hair was great for the time travel parts I liked the red fade to white -though it was a sad and intense moment with Clint and Nat deciding who of them had to die it was also sweet cuz you can see how much they care for each other -and I was- well not glad but I really wanted Clint to see his family again -not that The Avengers weren’t his family -that friggin line “did she have family?” “Yeah. Us.” GOD -and then there’s that whole rigamarole with double Nebulas and oh Gamora’s back too -again time travel/the whole multiverse thing apparently doesn’t make sense to me so I’m just gonna gloss over it as much as I can until I can get more into it later -anyway the other time travel to the 1950s! -cool callback to Winter Soldier like you could see Zola going into the bunker -like So many people were there at the Camp Lehigh (idk if that’s how it’s spelled) like Everybody was there -good good moments with Tony and his dad -I thought it would have been cool for Tony to have given his dad the inspiration for his own name but oh well. Maybe that wouldn’t have even worked with time travel and all -Steve’s prank call to Hank Pym that was funny “um the box is glowing” -but oh geez the scene where Steve finds Peggy oh god when he goes in the room with her name on the door my roommate and I were watching it together the first time I saw it and both of us went “ohhhhhhh oh nooooooo” -cuz like that’s the first time he’s seen her since he went in the ice! Or at least seen her how he remembers and not old in Civil War hhhhhhhh GOD -I think seeing her there was a factor in his decision later but I’ll get to that later this is a long heck movie -oh and the OG human Jarvis showed up! I like him, I only saw season 1 of Peggy’s show but I remember liking him a lot -but yeah back to the present unless- well I’m sure I missed something -OH FRICK THOR’S BIT -I can’t Believe they went back to The Dark World -tbh I actually like The Dark World I think it’s a good movie but it’s not universally liked -callback to the scene with Loki tossing the cup in the air ahaha that one was always good -so if they had Rocket’s pokey device during that movie the whole plot of that movie could have been avoided? -anyway um Frigga?? What a queen. Literally -I loved “I was raised by witches I can see with more than my eyes” -she’s really what Thor needed there but god the “she dies today” poor boy -she’s so good though -I loved that ‘measure of a hero is being who you are not who you’re supposed to be’ Yes -and the “I’m still worthy!!!!” Thor needed a win -“eat a salad!” -Now back to the present -Stark-Tech can apparently channel Infinity Stones? And doesn’t need a special heart of a dying star and giant dwarfs to forge a special gauntlet um okay -“what do I have flowing through my veins right now?” “Cheese whiz?” -Bruce is so good though so strong I loved the “I was made for this” -so sweet when Laura called Clint! Yes! Everyone’s really back! -and double Nebula just Had to ruin everything tho -before I get into the final battle- I wonder how much of the time travel scenes were reused from old footage and how much was reshoots with the same actors/costumes/sets? -anyway -um rude blowing up the compound -and god the water scenes were so stressful the first time. Water/specifically-about-to-drown scenes always freak me out. Also trapped under ice and squished under something scenes -Clint finding the gauntlet and getting away from Thanos’ cronies! Every time anyone was running with the gauntlet all I could think of was that one goof from TAZ Balance in Petals to the Metal- Taako’s “Grab the Gauntlet and don’t look back” friggin

-also when Steve, Thor, and Tony all go to confront Thanos who is waiting for them, there’s a specific song playing in the background: https://youtu.be/H_9mnO_NOjk?t=120 (it starts at around 2:00) and you’ll hear this series of deep bell sounds? For the life of me- that specific sound sounds SO FAMILIAR and I can’t friggin place it. I can’t decide if it just reminds me of the Wind Dance song that plays in TAZ Balance whenever the Hunger shows up (which is fitting tbh)? Or if it sounds like some boss battle music that I can’t place? Maybe from Pokémon or Mystery Dungeon? I just can’t remember. It sounds real cool tho -but uh yeah UM -STEVE!! WORTHY!!!! -I mean we all be knowing but! -such a cool scene. I started clapping the first time I watched and others in the theatre joined in -not as cool as when Vision lifted the hammer but I’m biased -but things look dark at this point and I can’t remember if it’s at this part or one one next but there’s this real cool wide shot, this real nice tableau of Steve on a hill or something and this light behind him as he faces Thanos’ army and yeah it just looks real good. Like a good computer background I’d like to have or a poster -but yeah then! -“ON YOUR LEFT!” -Yay!!! Portals open and ‘oh yeah! Everyone’s back now! We have friends to help us fight!’ -gave me some good TAZ Balance episode 68 vibes. Could have called for a cool Lup-esque speech tho from Steve since he’s so good at that- “You see this? This is scary. But we can do this.” -EXCEPT -now we reach the part of my rambling where it turns into somewhat of a rant -because I’M annoyed but only for a specific reason that won’t affect the average moviegoer since Apparently not everyone’s a fan... -cuz Literally the only person who doesn’t show up -is my boy Vision -I mean Yes -I Know he was one of the people who died before Thanos snapped -but my hopes were Way Way Up that he’d come back somehow -and UHHH APPARENTLY I WILL JUST HAVE TO BE DISAPPOINTED -everyone Else came back??? Why not my boy?? -he wasn’t even mentioned despite being So Important in IW -except vaguely when Wanda pulled a real Taako in Balance episode 67 “You f**king took everything from me!!!” -she could have took out Thanos on her own for sure like he had to call in the big guns just to stop her from doing just that -strongest Avenger heck yeah -and Carol came too! -friggin Star Wars Episode 8-ing up in here shooting through Thanos’ spaceship that was So Cool -and the Girl Squad! Girl Squad! part!!!! Yes!!!!! So good!!! Protec small Peter! -somewhere, Nat smiled -Spider-Man’s instakill that was great -I loved the ‘pass the gauntlet’ part though -when Clint handed it off to T’Challa, T’Challa called his name and that was good cuz callback to Civil War when Clint said “we haven’t met yet. I’m Clint.” And T’Challa was like “I don’t care”. He does care now! Lol! -Carol just friggin Beast mode Thanos can’t even touch her he had to pluck the Power Stone from the gauntlet to even knock her back! We stan! A legend! -and oof Tony to Stephen Strange “14 million and one we win? Is this it?” “If I tell you it won’t be” -cuz oof -it really was a good ending for Tony though -he started it all way friggin back in 2008 -and the “I am Iron Man” Yes -and also I think it was in Age of Ultron that part when Tony was talking to Fury and it was like “I saw them all dead and that wasn’t even the worst of it” “the worst was that you didn’t” -so it’s very fitting and so so good -lining up with and going against Howard’s earlier “the greater good rarely outweighed my personal interest” and proving that Tony really was so heroic -so like it’s sad but it’s fitting and not like an unsatisfying end for his character -and it’s not like he won’t be friggin mentioned ever again or anything he’s friggin Iron Man he’s already in the new Spider-Man trailer -(no shade at all in the ‘not begin mentioned at all’ category...) -anyway oh wait -oh god Peter Parker tear my heart out again sad boy he’s so good at making us sad when he’s sad about Tony -yeah anyway again -loved the “proof that Tony Stark has a heart” disc from the first movie that was good -oh and so like the camera is moving through all the different groups of people on the dock and moving towards the house -(just an interlude but CAROL IN A SUIT UM YES) -there’s a shot of some random kid! And I didn’t know who it was until I was leaving the theatre and another guy heard me and my dad talking and he told us! It’s the kid from Iron Man 3! Now That was a nice throwback -but yeah then it gets into the I guess TAZ Balance Rebuilding Year-esque scenes -which were all Very good! Good family scenes; Hope and Scott and Cassie, and T’Challa and Shuri and their mom, and that scene with Wanda and Clint was very good BUT -would it have been So Hard to do just a small scene of maybe somewhere in Wakanda like Shuri helping to rebuild Vision with all that vibranium while Wanda was there watching? Maybe even from his old body?? Would that have been so hard?? Just Something to give me hope?? -why are all these movies So Against Wanda being happy??? -but yeah almost to the end -more time travel with Steve going to return the stones! I’m glad Sam and Bucky got more lines I love them both -but what I really loved was that Steve got his Magnus ending -not in a “how does Magnus die” way but a “how does Steve live” way -love me a good happy ending esp if it involves dancing like that’s All he wanted -like I said earlier, I think just seeing Peggy again was enough for Steve to be like ‘oh it doesn’t matter if I can’t live without war action (a la what Ultron said in AoU) i do really want that life with Peggy and I can do that now’ -it was just Good -but it does raise a few time travel questions -like if Our Steve went back to the 1940s (he did go to the 40s right?) does that mean that there’s another Steve still stuck in the ice? I would say there can only be one Steve at a time but that was proven wrong in the very same movie. There’s gonna be something to do with multiverse in the next Spider-Man which will of course just make everything all the more confusing but still... I guess if I don’t think about it too much it’s not such a big deal -it was also very fitting that there weren’t any after credits scenes. It reminded me of the end of TAZ Balance with the announcer (Junior) not announcing the final episode since he said in 68 that we’d have to see what happens in the last one together. Idk but I liked that -and I liked the signatures of all the OG avengers! That was like them signing off on this huge thing they did, which is really what happened! This huge friggin 12 year thing! -wait was that what the 12 meant all along?? The 12%, the 12 minuets? We may never know -but anyway back to the most important part to me -my boy Vision

-I was so naive

-like I’ve been told there’s gonna be a tv show or something but like -come on -you could have given me Something -I feel like Griffin in the Fallout 4 Monster Factory after Roachie despawned “nothing?!? You leave me nothing!?!” -so like all in all it was a good movie a Really Good movie I liked it a lot -that Time Heist- I love time travel plots. I already had some of my next DND campaign planned with time travel being a big part- I hope my players don’t think I’m stealing lol -it was very enjoyable and so so good to wrap up this huge thing and put a bow on this story arc. Which I guess can open the door for experimentation now? Which would be kinda cool -Scarlet Witch movie maybe and my dreams can come true??? I can be happy??? Please -I just- one little scene could have left me less disappointed and given me just a little hope but anyone who’s not in the ScarletVision boat will not be disappointed by this movie (cuz the deaths [Tony and Nat] are heroic and satisfying to me, so I’m not not satisfied by that) -it wasn’t Their movie but still. Let me complain -It really was really good though -And I guess I only get motivated to write fanfic like once a year (or whenever new ScarletVision content is in a movie though um the Vision part of that was uh nonexistent) so like my Complements fanfic is in the process of growing a fourth part so look out for that I guess -and if you’re still here reader, I hope you enjoyed my long long ramblings

-and in conclusion:

#marvel #endgame #endgame spoilers

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jumphq · 6 years ago

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Matt’s Spotify Holiday Playlist

I love holiday music. Specifically Christmas music, even though I know it’s not politically correct to say. But by saying this I’m not trying to be exclusive; I didn’t grow up in a religious environment. To me, Halloween is about dressing up, Thanksgiving is about food, and December is about Christmas songs. I think that most of my piano training came from learning carols on my upright piano in our dining room. Everyone is allowed to sing Christmas carols, whether they celebrate the holiday or not. It’s the sense of community that’s the important part, the hope that people are thinking about you as you think of them, and the hope that things can be peaceful and happy and calm and wonderful. For the past four years straight in Chicago I’ve been a part of a caroling group that randomly shows up at parties and theater lobbies and sings for fun. It’s one of my favorite nights of the year. Jump, Little Children only recorded one Christmas track, during the Buzz era of our careers, and it was a really fun time. I wrote lyrics especially for our cover of “You’re All I Want for Christmas”…they were about wanting to make out, of course.

Spotify won’t let us share that single with you, but I can list some of my (and Evan’s, and Johnny’s) favorite songs of the holiday. We tried to pick some that you might not know. We hope you like!

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6bKQGQ3CQWhUL9SD9wtBfW

God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen by Annie Lennox: this entire album, “A Christmas Cornucopia”, has been my favorite Xmas album for the past few years. Annie sings the living hell out of every song, super intensely, and sometimes in French.

Ho Ho Ho by Sia: this came out last year. I love Sia. I love her melodies and her lyrics and her absolutely amazing ability to be a musical businessperson. There are lots of great songs on this album, this is one of my favorites, but there is also one called “Puppies are Forever” so she wins. Her voice is SO WEIRD on this album. I love it.

Father Christmas by the Kinks: I sang this last year with my friends Erik and Jessie in Chicago. It’s kind of hard to sing. I was stunned to find that members of the band I was singing with didn’t know it, so I’m including it here in case you haven’t heard it.

Jingle Bells/Il Eat Ne Le by the Swingle Singers: our dad loved the Swingle Singers, a group started in the 60s that kind of scats classical music and other songs. This drives some people nuts but I adore it.

Little Drummer Boy by the Dandy Warhols: Little known fact: The Dandies are one of my favorite bands. I can’t explain why. I even loved the movie that made them look like assholes. When this song kicks in I become high.

Winter Weather by Squirrel Nut Zippers: Evan chose this one. It’s from one of his favorite holiday albums.

Thank God it’s Christmas by Queen: Every member of JLC loves Queen. We disagree about a lot of bands, but not Queen.

Lo, How a Rose E’er Blooming by John Fahey: this one is from Jonathan. It’s his family’s holiday background music soundtrack…I started this track and he said: “that sounds like Christmas, to me!”. I had never heard of John Fahey, but “Lo How a Rose” is one of my favorite carols.

Merry Christmas (I Don’t Want to Fight Tonight) by the Ramones: it’s the Ramones. They started American punk music. They sang a Christmas song. It’s great.

Hark! The Herald Angels Sing by Bad Religion: it’s a punk rock twofer! Bad Religion is amazing by being both melodic and punk at the same time. It’s a fine line.

Christmas in Hollis by Run D.M.C.: my deaf wife can rap along with this entire song, and she loves to do so, even in the middle of summer. I’m normally very anti-Christmas music outside of December, but shit, man…what kind of miserable asshole tells a deaf person to stop singing?

Rock’n’Roll Santa by Jan Terri: this one is difficult to explain. Treat yourself and Google “Jan Terri” right now and enter the rabbit hole; we’ll see you in a few hours.

Chorale from the Christmas Oratorio by J. S. Bach: another Bivins Brothers holiday necessity from Dad. Dad loved bebop, Irish music, baroque music, and Jump, Little Children (luckily).

Christmas Card from a Hooker in Minneapolis by Tom Waits: from Johnny, naturally. It was Tom’s birthday last week, and he’s 69. He’s finally growing into the age that he’s been living for decades.

White Christmas by Esquivel: for your Space Age Bachelor Pad Christmas Party.

Christmas Time (Don’t Let the Bells End) by The Darkness: friends like Ward Williams keeps his glam metal close to him at all times, and especially at Christmas.

We Wish You a Merry Christmas by Weezer: because we do. And Happy Hannukah, or Kwanzaa, or National Cookie, Brownie, or Bacon Days. We’re thinking about you!

#holiday music #christmas

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jessiewritesthings · 7 years ago

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La Douleur Exquise - Part 2

Steve Harrington x Reader

A few people asked if I was doing a part 2, so here it is! Hope you like it! x

Part 1

The weeks passed by as you and Steve found yourselves falling into a comfortably quiet routine. Things were not the same as before, and you doubted they ever would be. What used to be lazy Sunday afternoons at the Harrington’s pool turned into adventuring around Hawkins on your skateboard. Your original distaste for cigarettes had evaporated, and you often found yourself with one dangling from your lips as you skated around town, listening to your favourite mixtapes on your Walkman. Carol and Tina quickly became your closest friends – something that confused you just as much as it confused Steve. The two of you had spoken a few times since your untimely confession. It was always awkward and stilted, and with Nancy at Steve’s side you always wanted to make a swift exit. Carol and Tina were always there to comfort you – you lied, and told them the cause of your crushing heartbreak was a boy named Tobias you had met at your Gran’s beach house. ‘A right bastard,’ you had exclaimed, telling them the story of how Tobias had completely and utterly betrayed you. It was easier, in a way, to make up an alternative story – it almost helped you cope better.

You were weaving your way through Hawkins downtown, on your way to meet Carol and Tina at Benny’s diner. Rock and Roll Hoochie Koo blasted in your ears, and you sang along with Rick Derringer’s lyrics lightly. The warm air felt good against your bare arms, long hair flowing wildly in the wind behind you. School had gone out a few hours earlier, and Spring Break was finally here. You hadn’t made any plans, instead opting to hang around Hawkins with Carol and Tina – the three of you intent on having a week full of partying, drinking and talking boys. Carol and Tina specifically wanted to discuss the new hot rod at school – Billy Hargrove. Carol often seemed to get bored of her tumultuous relationship with Tommy and you knew she just wanted to flirt with Billy to get a little attention and a reaction from Tommy. Turning the corner on your board, you spotted Carol and Tina standing outside the diner, cigarettes in hand.

Turning off your Walkman, you picked your board up and joined them.

“Y/n, so nice you could finally make it,” Carol said, eyes rolling. “When are you going to get a real car and stop using that slab of wood?” she asked, inhaling sharply.

Raising your eyebrows at her, you shrugged. “Didn’t know it bothered you so much,” you retorted, a small smile on your face.

“Whatever. Let’s eat, I’m starving,” she said with exaggeration, pushing herself off the wall and stomping on her cigarette butt. Glancing at Tina with a knowing smile, you both followed her in. Carol strode to the far end of the diner, sitting in the corner booth. You slid into the seat across from her, resting your feet on your board.

“Can I take your order?” A petite, blonde girl wearing an apron emblazoned with BENNY’S stood in front of your booth, pen ready. The three of you recited your orders with precision – you always got the same food.

Carol picked at her fingernails mindlessly as Tina chatted excitedly about her parents leaving for the weekend – another party was definitely on the cards.

The bell above the door jingled as it was pushed open, and Carol was broken out of her reverie as she glanced at the people who had just walked in. A devious grin spread across her face as she rested her hands on the table, leaning back in her chair. Too occupied in your fries and strawberry milkshake that had just turned up at your table, you didn’t bother turning around – it was likely just a poor freshman, bound to get picked on by Carol. You smiled to yourself, remembering all the times you would come here with Steve to debrief after a stressful day at school, or discuss the spontaneous activities of the night before. While you had wished you could avoid many of the places you used to go with Steve, Hawkins was far too small for that dream to become a reality. You’d had to suck it up quickly – you couldn’t exactly run out of the Hawk because he was on a date with Nancy now, could you?

“If it isn’t the two lovebirds,” Carol called out from across the diner. Without taking a glance, you knew she was talking about Nancy and Steve. Spluttering on your milkshake a little, your breathing suddenly became slightly more ragged and desperate. Carol waved the lovebirds over, gesturing for them to take a seat.

“Feel free to join us,” she said. “Tommy will be here soon, then we’re all going over to the junkyard,” Carol explained. Steve had a hand pressed to Nancy’s back and she turned to face him, resting an arm on his shoulder. After a silent moment between them, Nancy sat down next to you, moving close so Steve could fit in the booth. You sat silently, eating your fries as you listened to the girls discuss what to wear to Tina’s upcoming party. You were so aware of Steve sitting to your left, silently listening just as you were.

“Y/n, what do you think?” Tina asked. You looked up, taken aback at the question. Your brows furrowed in confusion.

“Shall we make it a pool party?” Nancy asked, before Carol could step in with a rude comment.

Moving your feet along your board lightly, you nodded. “Yeah, I think that sounds perfect,” you answered with a smile, taking a sip from your milkshake. The door jingled again and this time you turned your head to see Tommy and Billy making their way over to your table. Tina moved from her seat to allow Tommy to slip in next to Carol, and Billy leaned over the side of the booth, resting his arms next to your shoulder.

“Hello, gorgeous,” Billy said with a smirk and a sparkle in his eye.

“Hi, Billy,” you replied, rolling your eyes. He rested one hand on your shoulder as he leant over to grab a handful of your fries. You didn’t have to see Steve to feel the tension rolling off his body. Everybody else was oblivious to it, but to you it was clear as day – you knew him well enough to know when he didn’t like someone, and now was no exception.

“Didn’t expect to see you here, Harrington,” Billy teased. “Treating the princess to a romantic evening with this lot, are ya?”

Nancy shifted uncomfortably in her seat, and Steve turned to face Billy, brows furrowed in anger.

“Shove off, Hargrove,” you muttered. Billy turned his attention back to you, picking up a lock of your hair and spinning it in between his fingers. “Only since he’s your best friend,” Billy replied, leaving his seat.

“I’ll see you at the junkyard tonight,” he called out as he left the diner, making sure to give the blonde waitress a once over as he left. Your heart surged as what Billy said sunk in. Everyone was aware that something happened between you and Steve – you can’t go from being inseparable to not being seen together without any consequence – however no one knew the real reason for your drift. The tension in the air was palpable, and you were not blind to everyone’s eyes flitting between you and Steve, curious for some sort of explanation. Leaning back in your seat, you scrambled for an excuse to get out of the diner. Within a matter of seconds your world had come crashing down once again, and the small, tight feeling you held close in your chest rammed into you with full force.

You looked up at Carol, doing your best to control your features before you spoke.

“I’m ready to head off, if you are,” you said, raising an eyebrow. Tommy nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, let’s move. I’m more than ready to smoke up,” he said as he followed Tina out of the booth, one arm wrapped around Carol’s waist. Steve and Nancy stood to leave the booth, and you tossed a few bills on the counter and collected your board before following them out.

“Y/n, what’s going on?” Steve called out to you. He was leaning against his BMW, arm wrapped around Nancy’s shoulder.

“We’re just going to hang at the junkyard. You know, the usual,” you replied, gesturing your hands in a shrugging motion.

“The usual since when?” Steve asked, his voice rising. He removed his arm from Nancy’s shoulder to stand in front of you.

“Christ Steve, I don’t know… It’s just a thing we do now,” you replied, one hand resting on your hip as the other clutched your board. You could feel beads of sweat forming on your back, and your denim shorts were starting to feel restricting due to the heat.

“A thing!? You’re smarter than that, y/n! And now everywhere you go, you’ve got a packet of Marlboro Reds in your pocket and god knows what else on you!” Steve exclaimed, gesturing to the cigarette packet that was visible from the pocket of your shorts.

Nancy’s eyes widened as she realised what Steve was saying, and she reached forward to place an arm on his shoulder, trying to bring him back.

“Steve…” she whispered, glancing around the carpark. Carol, Tina and Tommy watched the commotion from the bonnet of Tommy’s car.

Anger evident on your face, you glared at Steve.

“What is your problem, Steve? Why do you care what I do in my spare time?” you shouted, daring him to answer.

“We’re friends, y/n! I’m worried about you,” he replied with exasperation, hands on his hips.

Your body revolted in anger, unable to believe what he had said. Friends – as if! Granted, you knew that if you hadn’t of confessed how you truly felt back in November than maybe - maybe – you would still be the same y/n and Steve. But he still would have chased Nancy. And you would have continued to love him blindly. You were both amicable to each other, but it was hard and you both knew there was no going back.

“We’re not friends anymore, Steve! We can’t be! It’s not going to work,” you cried out, hair flaming around you. “I can’t keep pretending like we are. I’m done.”

You spun around on your heel and stormed over to Tommy’s car, settling into the backseat.

“Y/n, please!” you heard Steve call.

Sighing, you sunk into the seat. “Can we please go?” you asked, not looking at Steve as he stared at you in frustration. Tommy started the car with haste, and took off in the direction of the junkyard.

Weeks turned into months as you and Steve avidly avoided each other after your argument outside Benny’s. Your relationship was so strained that you couldn’t actually recall the last time you spoke to each other. An altercation with Billy had led to a minor conversation at one of Tina’s parties back in June, but it was now the middle of December and you were both going out of your way to avoid one another. Steve had tried hard, at first, to make amends but after you made it clear you weren’t interested he backed right off, delving even deeper into the world that was Nancy Wheeler. The strangest thing was going to your Gran’s by yourself for the summer holidays – you’d spent the whole summer cruising around the beach by yourself, and caught yourself daydreaming more than once what it might have been like if Steve was there with you.

“Y/n, where are you?” your little sister called.

“Out back,” you yelled back into the house, stubbing your cigarette out onto the concrete step. The sun was beginning to set as a chill settled over the yard, and you pulled your grey sweater around your fingertips.

“Can you do my makeup?” your sister asked, smiling kindly at you. Standing up, you grinned at her, ruffling her hair.

“Of course, squirt. What time is the dance again?”

“6 o’clock,” she answered, darting through the house to get her hands on your makeup bag. Your parents had left town for the weekend, and while Tina and Carol had tried to convince you to have a party, you let them down gently. You’d promised your sister you’d help her get ready for the Snow Ball, and there was no way you were going to let her down.

The two of you sat cross-legged on your bedroom floor, Depeche Mode coming from your record player as you dusted some eyeshadow over your sister’s eyelids.

“Y/n?”

“Yes, y/s/n?” you replied, raising an eyebrow, brow pencil in your hand.

“Why aren’t you friends with Steve anymore?” Your sister looked at you with wide eyes, hands wrapped around her knees. Gulping, you averted your gaze, wanting to avoid her quizzical eyes.

“I saw him today, you know. He was with Dustin and Lucas again. He looked pretty weird. Dustin said that he’s heartbroken,” your sister continued, matter-of-factly.

“Did you now,” you responded, faking a smile as you added some blush to her cheeks.

“I think Nancy broke up with him,” she said. “Will reckons she’s been hanging around with his brother, Jonathan.” This was true, you thought. Nancy had been spending a lot of time with Jonathan lately, much to the surprise of everyone at Hawkins High. You were well aware of the argument between the two of them back in November – the whole school knew about it – but you didn’t care to know anything further than that.

“I don’t know, y/s/n,” you replied, finishing the blush before trying to add a small pop of lipstick.

“Ugh, no,” she shrugged, swatting your lipstick-clad hand away. “Maybe you should talk to Steve and see how he is. He’s dropping Dustin off at the dance tonight.”

Giving her a pointed look, you began to question her actions.

“What’s brought all this Steve talk on, huh?”

“Oh, nothing. Dustin seems a little concerned, that’s all,” she announced as she got off the floor and went to fetch her dress from her bedroom. Your mind was pacing as you thought about what she had told you. Poor Steve.

“Here, all ready,” you sister announced as she stood in the doorway.

“Oh, y/s/n, all the boys are going to want to dance with you tonight,” you giggled, teasing her. Her brows furrowed as she glared at you.

“Alright, alright,” you grinned, slipping on your converse before grabbing the keys to your car. Fleetwood Mac filled the speakers as you started to drive, the streets quiet. You had saved all year for this car, and the only person more impressed than you were was Carol. It was a small, red Ford Escort that you’d bought off a family friend a few towns over. It had quickly become your favourite possession, although you made sure to always have your skateboard in the back for nostalgia’s sake. Humming along to Don’t Stop, you pulled into the parking lot, rolling to a stop near the gymnasium entrance. You glanced at your sister, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“You ready, kid?” you asked, smiling gently at her.

Her eyes lit up as she turned to you, grin spreading across her face.

“Yes!” she exclaimed, pumping her hands on her thighs.

Undoing your seatbelt, you laughed as you opened the door.

“Alright, off you go. I’ll be here from nine-thirty, okay,” you called out as she made her way to the front door. She turned to wave, before ducking inside. Watching with a smile, you leaned against the bonnet, bringing a cigarette to your lips. Sighing, you thought back to your last Snow Ball with Steve. You had spent the entire night drinking juice and dancing, so much that your mother took you both home an hour early – not at all due to your green faces and queasy stomachs, you had thought. The voice of Christine McVie wound its way into your ears, still playing the tape inside your car.

“I wondered if I’d see you here,” a familiar voice called from behind you. Jumping off the bonnet, your cigarette dropped from your hand, searing into your denim jeans.

“Christ, Steve,” you whispered, holding a hand to your chest. Returning your attention to the cigarette, you ground it into the cement, making sure it was out.

Steve came closer, leaning lightly against the bonnet next to you. The pair of you hadn’t been this close since the day of your confession – over one year ago. You were painfully aware of your current state – your hair was unbrushed and hung loosely down your back, your sweater the host of a coffee stain and your face completely untouched.

Thumbs twiddling in your lap, you glanced at Steve. It had been a long time since you had really taken him in. He looked older, more than the one year. What’s more, he looked exhausted. Whatever had happened between him and Nancy had clearly taken its toll. His hands were splayed out on the bonnet, index finger twitching to the music. Suddenly he glanced at you, eyes wide.

“Nancy and I broke up,” he said simply.

Confirming your earlier discussion with your sister, your mind took a blank. What what what do I do you thought. Raising your eyes to his, you swallowed.

“Oh… oh Steve, I’m so sorry,” you replied honestly.

“S’okay.”

The two of you sat in silence – you were unsure if you should ask Steve what happened, Steve unsure if he should tell you.

“We broke up after Tina’s. I think… I think she’s dating Jonathan.”

“Oh… I’m so sorry Steve,” you whispered, cursing yourself internally for having no words to offer.

“Don’t be sorry. Not your fault,” he answered, facing you. “You could apologize for cutting me out, and for being such a shitty friend, though,” he offered.

Your shoulders hunched in defence, face quick to turn to a scowl.

“I’m not going to argue with you again, if that’s what you want,” you retorted, lighting a cigarette and inhaling.

“That’s not what I want either, I – you did though, y/n. You were supposed to be my best friend.”

A surge of anger ran through you as you leapt off the bonnet, turning to face Steve, inhaling again.

“What are you – I don’t,” you yelled, completely flustered. Taking a deep breath, you spoke again.

“Steve, you’re allowed to not want me. Fine, whatever. But I’m allowed to leave you – we aren’t obliged to stay together, not in circumstances like this!” Your eyes were wide, and you gulped as you processed Steve’s reaction.

“No, no you’re not! We are best friends! We made a pact all the way back in kindergarten, when we first met, that we would be friends forever, and nothing would tear us apart!” Steve yelled, standing in front of you, his chest heaving. “I needed you, y/n – I always need you,” he said quietly.

You turned away, running your hands through your hair. The familiar chords of The Chain began to play from your car and you sighed, focussing only on the music for a moment.

And if you don’t love me now You will never love me again

A solitary tear fell as you turned to face Steve again.

“Look, Steve, I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I told you I love you. I’m sorry that I fell in love with you. I’m sorry that I couldn’t handle being around you, and I’m sorry that I abandoned you when you needed me. It’s just really fucking hard.”

Your hands were slick with sweat as you raised your eyes to meet his.

I can still hear you saying you would Never break the chain

“Y/n, I love you,” Steve said earnestly.

“What – how dare you, Steve!? Don’t say that, Steve, don’t you dare say things you don’t mean because you need a friend,” you cried, pushing him away. He grasped onto your wrist, holding you tightly.

“Y/n, please. I was stupid. I didn’t realise that I felt this way until that first day of Spring Break, when we argued at Benny’s. I hated myself for making you sad, and Nancy asked if something had happened. She guessed, she guessed what we fought over and she was so convinced I felt the same way about you she wanted to break up with me then and there.”

Tears sprung from your eyes, struggling to get out of Steve’s grip.

“Please, Steve, let me go –”

“Let me finish, please. No-one knew that we almost broke up. She knew I was in love with you then, and I convinced her otherwise. I was going to tell you, but you were with Hargrove that one time at that party and I was just so angry that I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t do it.”

Steve’s thumbs ran circles over your wrists, as he gazed at you with desperate eyes.

“I love you, y/n. I’m so in love with you, and I’m an idiot for taking this long to figure it out,” he finished, taking a deep breath.

Your mind was racing and heart thudding as you looked at Steve. You knew, without a doubt, that he was telling the truth. Steve was a terrible liar, you could read him like a book.

“I don’t know, Steve,” you whispered, as he pulled you closer.

Gently he tilted your head towards his, hesitantly bringing his lips closer. Quietly, he pressed his lips to yours, one hand wrapped in your hair. Placing a hand on his hip, you pulled yourself closer. Waves of fear and excitement coursed through you, your body erupting.

Pulling away, you took a step back before glancing at Steve again.

“I can’t believe you waited over a year to do that,” you smiled.

“Neither can I,” he replied, tugging you close. “We’re never going to break that pact, y/n.”

“Oh, I know,” you said, grinning as Steve pressed his lips to yours once more.

Sneaking outside the gymnasium, y/s/n and Dustin watched from afar.

“About fricking time,” Dustin muttered, offering your sister a high five. The two of them grinned at each other, dashing back into the dance to avoid being seen.

Steve pulled you close as you sat on the bonnet of your car, humming into your hair, fingers twirling the ends.

“Hope you’re worth the wait, Harrington,” you said, playing with his fingers.

“Oh, I will be,” Steve replied, grinning as he pressed a firm kiss to your forehead.

Chains keep us together.

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stranger-lex · 7 years ago

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All There Is (Billy Hargrove x Reader) (slow burn)

Oh so I saw your request for prompts or something in the billy tag so I hope they’re still open? Or feel free to ignore this. It doesn’t matter what fandom, I just hope it’s inspiring! - Smoke spilled past his lips as he brought the cigarette away. It dissipated into the night, and he turned with a final wave. “That’s all there is.” // heck yes let’s do it!! i'm making this a short series and it’s a slow burn so this is kinda setting it up but i hope you like the first part!! //

You were always one of the first people in class. You made sure of it, especially on the first day. With no seating charts, you wanted to be sure to get a good seat, somewhat close to the front of the room, but ideally also near a window. You were a good student, but sometimes you couldn’t help but daydream.

First day of junior year. Physiology. Your counselor had warned you it would be a difficult class, and you’d laughed. You wanted to be a doctor. There was nothing this class could throw at you that you weren’t expecting. Like always, you were the first one in class. You took a seat next to the window, fourth row from the front.

“Good morning, (Y/N),” Mrs. Anderson smiled at you from behind her desk.

“Good morning,” you returned the grin.

The two of you chatted until the classroom was full, other students joining in on the conversation as they came in and claimed their seats. Just before the final bell rang to say class was starting, the only empty seat was next to you. Familiar faces filled the room, all smiling, some laughing, asking how summer’s had been and if anyone else was nervous about the class. As the bell rang, someone else entered the class. Someone new. Mrs. Anderson smiled at him and he nodded, looking around the room before seeing the last empty seat and walking across the room to take it.

“Good morning, class,” Mrs. Anderson began. “I’m sure you were all warned about the difficulty of this class. I’d like to start off by saying I’m more than happy to hold any after school tutoring sessions. I will do everything I can to provide you with the tools you need to succeed. But I do ask that you study on your own, so any study groups we have outside of this class period are specific, not just the same lecture I gave in class. Does anyone have any questions?” No one did. “Alright, then. Let’s get started.”

The first two weeks of class came and went easily. When Mrs. Anderson announced the first quiz, you were ready. You knew the cells you had been studying, and the parts that made them. “It’s nothing to stress about,” she assured the class. “I just want you all to know where you’re at so when the test comes, you’ll know what to study. If it will make it easier, I won’t even grade them. But I do ask that you put in your best effort. That’s the only way to improve, right?”

The day of the quiz, you finished in five minutes. When you stood up to turn in your test, most people around you were halfway done. The new boy next to you had two things written on his paper: Billy Hargrove and on the third line, endothelial cell. You looked at my own third line: Golgi apparatus. You placed the quiz on Mrs. Anderson’s desk, returning to your seat when you was done. For a few minutes, you stared out the window, then decided to doodle. You snuck a peak at Billy’s quiz. He hadn’t written anything more. Another few minutes passed before he stood up and placed it on Mrs. Anderson’s desk, returning to his desk with a hard expression on his face. The lecture for the day was a review of the quiz you had just taken: she gave the correct answers and answered any questions the class had. You barely took any notes. Billy scribbled down everything he could. You watched his face fall when she gave the answer to number three: Golgi apparatus.

After that day, you began to watch Billy in class. He hadn’t said a word; he didn’t ask questions, he didn’t talk to any of the other students. He took as many notes as he could, everyday, scribbling down nearly everything the teacher said, even if she had said the same thing the past three days. The day of the test, you finished second. You did your best not to look at his test when you stood up to turn yours in, but you couldn’t help but notice it was nearly entirely blank. When you sat back down, you watched him. An earring dangled down from his left earlobe, barely noticeable with the way his long hair sat on his shoulders. He wore his jean jacket nearly everyday, the button-up shirts he wore only buttoned halfway. A necklace hung around his neck, adorning the exposed skin on his chest. When the bell rang, you left, and he stayed, staring at his paper, his frustration clear on his face.

The following week when you got your tests back, a red A decorated the top of your paper. Mrs. Anderson gave Billy his paper upside down, and he practically winced when he turned it around and saw the much smaller F at the top of his paper, with the note “Please see me after class” written underneath it. You looked away, tucking your test into your bag.

When the bell rang, you stood up, your stomach grumbling as you headed towards the cafeteria. From the classroom across from yours emerged your best friend, Amelia, who smiled at you eagerly.

“How’d you do on the test?”

“I got an A,” you smiled, and she laughed.

“No surprises there. Hey, have you seen Steve today? I guess Nancy talked to him yesterday during gym and it didn’t go very well. He’s pretty upset about it.”

You shook your head, adjusting the bag on your shoulder. “Haven’t seen him yet. I’m sure we’ll see him at at the table.”

“Yeah,” Amelia mumbled, concerned. Her and Steve had been good friends since seventh grade, and she knew how hard the breakup had been on Steve. The day after, she had invited him to sit with the two of you at lunch, and he had been sitting with you everyday since then. The two of you entered the cafeteria, bought your food, and sat down. A few minutes later, Steve joined the table, incoherent mumbling joining his annoyed expression.

“Fucking Hargrove,” he twisted his face up, his mumbling becoming noises for a moment before he said, “Plenty of bitches in the sea,” in a high-pitched tone. More mumbling, and then louder, to you and Amelia, “God, I hate him.”

“So I see befriending the bully is going well.” Amelia half-laughed.

“You know what he said to me yesterday?” Steve asked, his tone incredulous.

“I’m going to take a wild guess and say ‘plenty of bitches in the sea?’” You took a bite of a French fry.

“Yes! And I just ran into him outside and he reminded me of it! He keeps screwing with me and it’s driving me insane!”

Amelia rolled her eyes, biting into her veggie burger. “You’re being overdramatic.”

“No I’m not. I swear he’s trying to start a war with me during basketball. Keeps calling me ‘King Steve’ and shoving me around. One of these days, man, I’m going to snap.”

You laughed at the thought, remembering Steve’s beaten face after his fight with Jonathan Byers the year before. “Who is this kid?”

“Billy Hargrove,” Steve practically spat. “He’s a fucking--”

“He’s some new kid from California,” Amelia interrupted Steve. “I think he feels threatened by Steve. And I think Steve feels threatened by him.” She teased.

“That’s bullshit,” Steve’s tone was harsh. “He’s this asshole prick who thinks he’s better than everyone because he’s tall and tan and blah blah blah. I hate him. He’s probably the worst person I’ve ever met.”

“You were friends with Tommy and Carol for a long time.”

“I know.”

You laughed for a moment, then shook your head. “I think you have it all wrong, Harrington. He’s in my physio class. He never talks. I can’t see him being the jerk you say he is.”

“(Y/N)! He’s the worst!”

“Come on, that’s not fair. Maybe he’s lonely? Maybe he’s jealous that you’re so popular.”

“Are you really making excuses for him right now? He’s awful.”

“Everyone has some good in them.” You insisted.

Steve rolled his eyes. “He doesn’t.”

You shook your head, taking the last bite of your burger. “Okay, I’ll find time to prove you wrong later. Right now, I gotta run. I need to go to my locker before class.”

“See you later,” Amelia grinned. You smiled back, collecting your things. You could hear Steve start his rant again once you were away from the table.

The halls were mostly empty, with the exception of a few small groups of people walking to their lockers and couples making out. You checked your watch as you walked, mindlessly twisting the dial of your lock once you reached the locker.

“(Y/N), right?” A voice came from behind your opened locker door. You jumped slightly, taking a step back to look at the speaker. Billy Hargrove.

“Yes?”

“I’m Billy,” he offered a small smile. “Listen, I, um, I’m going to need to ask you for a favor.”

“I’m not making any promises, but okay.” You moved your locker door slightly, half closing it so you could look at him as you leaned against the locker next to yours, smiling back at Billy.

“I need you to tutor me.”

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denimwrites-archive · 7 years ago

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Special Nights & Snowball Fights

Prompt: Request by Melon Anon - “Can I get some female reader x Race from Newsies plz? No specifics, have fun w/ it please”

Fandom: Newsies (2017)

Pairing: Racetrack Higgins X Female Reader

Summary: When the power goes out in the middle of the night, and the wood stove isn’t running, Race knows just what to do to make the night special. And the subsequent next day in the snow.

Word Count: 1,736

Warnings: A tiny bit of language? And some historical inaccuracy?

A/N: I kind of made this winter themed? Also I haven’t seen the 1992 movie so I don’t really know if the newsies had a woodstove but I thought it seemed likely they would, so I put that. Also I know that New York had streetlights in the 1880s, but I kind of inferred that houses had electricity which wasn’t really commonly the case until the 1930s.

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Winters in New York were cold to say the least. After a day of selling with the chilly wind keeping you awake, you were more than happy to go back to the lodge where it was warm and comfortable. The woodstove was at the center of the main lodge room, and there were plenty of blankets that assured none of the newsies would freeze.

However the same didn’t apply during the day. Sure you all had plenty of layers, but that didn’t stop the cold from seeping into your bones, or the frostbite that burned at your fingertips. But selling had to be done if there would be food to eat, and wood to put in said woodstove. It was a joint effort. Everyone would give some of their money to buy cords of wood. It was commonly referred to it as the ‘warmth tax’ which was an honest name.

One of the people who Finch bought wood from though, was not as decent. He was terrified when he came back to the lodging house to find that the wood he had paid for had not been delivered. As he tried to explain how the deal went down with all of the newsies watching him expectantly, he felt so guilty. You had comforted him and made sure that the newsies knew that he couldn’t have known it was going to happen.

After many grumblings, the newsies started passing out blankets and paired up so stay as warm as possible until enough money could be saved up for another cord of wood. Which also meant that the warmth tax would probably go up. Finch still seemed to be torn up over the blunder, but the newsies did forgive him, and he ended up bunking with Albert to keep warm. They seemed resigned to their fate of sharing beds, but they already knew that they’d risk freezing if they didn’t conserve body heat from past experience.

As you were grabbing more blankets from the closet you felt arms wrap around your waist. You looked behind you to see Race behind you, giving you a smirk. “How’s my bunk buddy doing?” he asked giving you a quick peck on the cheek before giving you a squeeze.

“I’m alright, but we could use some more blankets,” you replied, gesturing to some on one of the taller shelves. Race scoffed and reached up, grabbing the edge of a stack and pulling them down into his arms.

As you reach to grab them out of his hands, he lifts them over his head and asks with a cocky smile, “What’ll you give me for them?” You let out a huff and roll your eyes. He looks at you expectantly, but as you’re about to answer Specs plucks them out of Race’s outstretched arms with a shake of his head. You can’t help but laugh at the look on Race’s face as Specs walks away, his eyes wide and mouth open.

He lets out a grumble before turning back to you. You smirk and brush past him, “I guess you aren’t getting anything then.” You hear more grumbling from behind you, but you ignore him and go back to helping the other newsies. After everything is distributed and you start to settle in for the night you can’t help but shiver at the chill that creeps up your spine.

Race once again comes up behind you and this time spins you so you’re facing him before pulling you close. As your face presses into his chest, you can’t help but lean into his warm body. He leads you to his bed by the window and you get comfy under the covers. Soon enough you’re fast asleep in his arms, safe and warm.

That doesn’t last very long, however, when you feel someone shaking you awake. You grumble, and attempt to turn over, but whoever it was was relentless. Letting out a sigh, you blearily wipe at your eyes until the culprit comes into focus: Racetrack Higgins. “Race, what the hell? It’s still night, the bell hasn’t rung yet.” Ready to settle back into his chest you glare at him as he shakes you again. “What?” you ask.

He puts a finger to his lips, motioning for you to be quiet. You let out a sigh but nod your head. Grabbing your hand with a smile, he starts to pull you out of bed. That’s where you start to draw the line. Refusing to get out of bed despite his pleading look, he takes one of the blankets and wraps it tightly around you, pulling you up before you have time to protest more. He drags you over to the window and you can’t help but gasp at the sight.

The normally lit city is completely dark. At first you look at Race in a panic, but he just points up at the sky. Furrowing your brow, you’re about to ask him how he can be so calm when the city apparently didn’t have any power, but then you glance up and can’t help but stare. Without the lights of the city, you can see stars in the sky. The moon is full and bright as it shines over New York, illuminating the rooftops and giving a surreal glow to the outside.

Turning to Race you can’t help but smile at him. He gives you a loving look and gives you a kiss on the temple as you just stand there and take in the sight. Seeing stars in New York was something special in and of itself, but you were with the boy you loved. And as you watched it became even better when the skies decided to open up and snow started falling. The moon lit up the tiny flakes causing the night to make you think it came straight out of a carol.

Despite being in his arms and still wrapped in a blanket, you couldn’t help the shiver that crept up your back. At your shaking, Race gave you another kiss before pulling you back into bed. “Sorry for waking you up doll, I just thought you might appreciate the view since it finally rivaled your beauty for once,” he said, nuzzling into you. Letting out a hum, you flop into a comfortable position as close to him as possible, basking in his body heat.

“I definitely did, and it means that there’ll be one hell of a headline.” You can’t help the giggle that escapes you and Race gives a quiet chuckle as well. You mumble out a soft, “Goodnight,” before once again falling asleep. It isn’t long before the morning bell is ringing and you get up to face another chilly day. None of the newsies look like they slept well, but no one needs serious thawing out, which is better than what you expected.

As you bundle up and prepare to head out you take a glance out the window only to see a blanket of white. You grab Race’s arm as he walks by and you point outside. His eyes light up as he realizes what this means. Giving you a smirk he whispers his plan in your ear, and you eagerly nod. When the rest of the newsies are finally ready to head down to the circulation desk, you march down as a solid mass, trying to conserve as much heat as you could as you brave the cold and snow covered streets.

Waiting outside of the gate for the headline, impatiently glaring at the still blank chalkboard, Race breaks away from the group. A few of the guys watch him with slight interest, but almost everyone is looking at him when a snowball comes barrelling towards the group from his direction. The playful grin on his face is enough for you all to know he did it, but when you take a few steps back and make as snowball aiming it at the group as well, that’s when it’s every man for himself.

Laughing as the boys scramble for a clear swatch of snow to start building their ammunition, you group up with Race. You compact the snow and hand the ammo to Race as he launches them at anyone who dares come too close. You see Jack get nailed in the face, and Albert has snow all over his back. Distracted by all of your friends around you, you don’t notice Race grabbing a hand of snow and dropping it onto your head. Letting out a squeal, you whirl on him with a shocked look on your face.

That look soon morphs into a dangerous glare, and Race stops laughing immediately. He gives you an apologetic shrug before you start chasing him around the square. You’re screaming at him as he keeps just out of reach. The other newsies turn and watch you two squabble as you finally grab the back of Race’s jacket, pulling him to the ground. You’re both out of breath, and the smiles on your faces are almost painful with how big they are.

Leaning down for a kiss, you ignore the groans from the still watching newsies. You vaguely hear Jack call out, “Get a room!” but are too lost in the taste of Race and the chill from the snow to really care. You’re interrupted by the gate opening and the excited calls of the newsies about the headline. Helping Race up and brushing snow off of him, you get in line. Upon seeing the title of today’s paper you can’t hold in your smirk as you glance at Race. ‘Power Outage Affects Thousands On Coldest Night On Record’

He shakes his head and pulls you close, kissing you as you mumble, “I told you so.” By the time you get your papers, the streets are starting to become alive with people, and you start selling the paper. Most people stop to buy it only for the main title, but the other stories inside actually aren’t that bad either.

By the end of the day everyone has sold more papers than they expected to and are able to chip in for a few pieces of wood that would last for part of the week. Sure it wasn’t the best, and you would still have to preserve heat, but you weren’t complaining since it meant more time with Race. And probably more snowball fights. Who wouldn’t want that?

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thebarsondaily · 7 years ago

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Christmas Carols

for @tribalvipe

Christmas Carols Author: amagicalshipper (aka meg0613) Rated: G Summary: A collection of Christmas themed drabbles for Tribalvipe part of The Barson Daily Secret Santa on Tumblr.

You Better Not Pout (Santa Claus is Coming to Town)

“I don’t know how I let you talk me into this.” Rafael muttered as they made their way through the holiday shopping crowd of Toys R Us in Times Square two weeks before Christmas.

“Because I saved your ass with the last case and you said you owe me.” Liv responded with a smirk as she sipped her peppermint mocha a turned her attention back to the Lego sets. “Lego City or Star Wars?”

“Star Wars, always Star Wars.” He answered her before continuing, “I meant dinner, drinks, a movie, maybe even taking Noah for an afternoon. I am fairly certain I could file extortion charges on you for this.”

Liv turned back to him and rolled her eyes, “Well Counselor next time you will have to be more specific. Now, if you will stop whining we can probably get done faster and I will let you take me to lunch and and then a movie.”

“Wait, I’m Christmas shopping and taking you to lunch and a movie? Which one of us here is the lawyer?’ He faintly protested.

Liv dropped the Lego set into the shopping cart, moved a little closer and playfully placed her hand on his chest, “I learned from the best.”

Rafael smiled at her flirting and placed his hand over hers before she could move it, “Is that so?” He asked stepping closer enjoying the sight of her face flushing slightly. Then he saw her eyes twinkle slightly and he knew he was about to be in trouble.

“Yep, Jack McCoy taught me everything I know.” She replied as she turned back to the shopping cart and began to make her way down the Hot Wheel aisles. She cast a glance back over her shoulder where he was giving her his best pouty face, she laughed and said, “Come on Rafa, you better not pout Santa is watching.”

Silent Night Rafael tore off the notes he had been scribbling and threw it on the floor running his hands through his hair in frustration. He was working on his summation for court tomorrow. The defense counsel had done his best to discredit the victim and despite Olivia and her team’s efforts they had not found a reliable witness. He sighed as Olivia crossed his mind, they had bickered that afternoon in his office, and truthfully he had taken his frustrations out on her. She of course had called him on it which at the time he did not appreciate.

“I should go.” She told him letting him know that he had pushed too far and she was taking the high road this time, “Are you still coming over tonight? Noah wants to practice his songs for the holiday program again.”

“I can’t write my summation with all that going on.” He said tuning his attention back to his desk to avoid the guilt that he was feeling.

“Fine.” Was all she said before he heard his office door slam shut.

Now in his own apartment all he could hear was deafening silence. He honestly could not remember the last time he had spent the night at his apartment alone. Sometimes they would all come over there on the weekend for a change of pace, but it had been months since he had been there alone. Had it always been this quiet? He missed the sounds of his life with Liv and Noah. The sounds of Liv getting dinner together, and Noah crashing his cars together or telling an elaborate story with his action figures. He missed hearing the songs Noah had been singing for weeks in preparation for his program at school. All that he heard around him now was what he was missing.

As he quietly closed the front door to her apartment he could hear Noah was just beginning to sing Silent Night. Rafael walked quietly to the living room joining Noah’s song softly in Spanish.

“Rafa!” No exclaimed “Momma said you had to work.”

Rafael picked the boy up and hugged him tightly, “I needed a less silent night.” He caught Olivia’s eye and saw her smile as he mouthed a silent apology.

All I Want for Christmas is You

Olivia blinked slowly as she stared at the man in front of her, trying to take in the words that he had just said wondering if she had heard him correctly. They had been spending even more time together over the last few months, especially since his suspension and everything else last spring. She would be lying if she tried to deny there had been a shift in their relationship. They were closer, they touched more, even the names they called each other had changed. His voice broke through her thoughts.

“Livy, please say something.” He half whispered.

His voice was so tender and vulnerable as he waited for her response. His eyes shimmered with sincerity but also held the fear of rejection. In a million years this was never how she had pictured something like this happening, In her apartment on Christmas Eve surrounded by half assembled toys, wrapping paper, and stocking stuffers.

“Say it again.” She said crossing to the living room to where he had been assembling Noah’s Hot Wheels track.

“Ask me what I want for Christmas again.” He requested pulling her closer and wrapping his arms around her.

“What do you want for Christmas Rafa?” She asked her voice shaking slightly.

“You, I want you.’ He told her his voice not shaking at all.

“Do you mean for tonight?” she asked, already knowing it wasn’t what he meant.

“I mean for as long as you will have me, you and Noah both.” He explained.

“Then you better plan to be here for a long time.” She told him her voice no longer shaking before pressing her lips against his.

Silver and Gold

Olivia laughed at the sound of another silver bell ringing, Rafael smiled and pulled her close for another kiss and they slowly swayed on the dance floor. “We should have just covered the entire room with Mistletoe.” She joked.

‘Hey, the bells were your idea, remember?” He teased. “Perfect for a Christmas wedding you said.”

“Yes, but I forgot just how juvenile my team can be.” She said with casting a glance in their direction where Carisi was happily ringing his again.

This time Rafael pulled her closer for a kiss that would more than satisfy any on lookers, but perhaps leave his bride wanting more.

‘Rafa, there are other people here.” She lightly admonished as she tried to catch her breath.

He grinned at her as he took her left hand into his, “See these gold bands, than means they can watch us kiss all night.”

Liv grinned back at him and whispered, “Well, I don’t plan on letting them watch all night.” Before she repaid his kiss with one of her own.

What Are You Doing New Years Eve?

Liv stared down at her phone for what seemed to be the hundredth time. She told herself she was being silly. He was her best friend why shouldn’t she call him? She hasn’t spoken to him since Christmas Eve, they had texted a few times but she missed his voice. Honestly after several days off she was missing adult companionship. Not to mention tomorrow was New Years Eve. That was the part she was holding her back, calling Rafael Barba to ask him if he wanted to spend New Years Eve with her and Noah. He no doubt had much more enticing offers.

“You should at least call him, see if it comes up.” She finally said out loud to herself.

“Hey Livy.” He answered the phone as if he had been waiting for her. She felt the butterflies in her stomach flutter at the sound of the nickname he had taken to calling her lately.

“Hi, how are you? I didn’t need anything just wanted to check in with you. You doing all right?” She rambled nervously.

“I’m good enjoying some time off and catching up of some new case law I’ve wanted to review. What about you? You and Noah enjoying yourselves?”

“Yes, we’ve played cars, been to the movie, and baked more cookies than I can count.” She told him.

“Sounds fun, you guys want some company?” He asked

“Well, yeah, um…” Liv stammered

“Livy? What’s up you seem uptight?”

“No, I just..Well.., I wondered if maybe if you didn’t already have plans if you would want to spend New Years Eve with Noah and me. I mean if you already have plans I completely understand…I just thought I would ….” She rambled again until he cut her off.

“I would love to spend New Years Eve with you guys. I thought about asking but I didn’t want to overstep.” He assured her.

Liv breathed a sigh of relief, “I guess we could both use to say what we want a little more.” She said before realizing how it might sound.

“Sounds, like that’s a good New Years resolution for us both .” Rafael replied. “Maybe we should start at midnight tomorrow.”

“Not waste any of the new year?” Liv asked with a mix of nerves and excitement.

“I don’t plan on it Liv. I’ll see you and Noah tomorrow.” He promised her and she felt the butterflies fluttering as she heard him hang up the phone.

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aleatoryalarmalligator · 7 years ago

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categorized and generalized all the types of tumblr aesthetics i have come across.

I have been going through archives for the last five years on tumblr now, and i can’t help but notice that a lot of blogs are the same. There seems to be a pattern in the sorts of aesthetics i run up against. So, in my exhaustion, i tried coming up with all the different aesthetics, and i tried to put them into certain categories. Obviously, some of these categories are mixed with others.

PORN TUMBLR

-general porn

-lesbian/gay general

-kinky stuff

-daddy dom stuff - tied up boobies

-bears

-just unrealistic nudes

-just realistic nudes

-vintage porn, and occasionally porn that is so old that it was drawn by someone in the 1800′s

- hentai and erotic animal people cartoon characters going at it

-person who took about five pictures of themselves naked five years ago who has not come back

RICH KID TUMBLR

-super modelesque kids in their super rich cool kid clothes and fashion in Starbucks taking pictures of their food and their trips to Europe in 1st class

- incredibly expensive looking sunglasses

-rich kid travel blogs with hundreds of thousands of notes of pictures from rich people buildings

-quotes that say 'be happy' or stuff about saying anyone can just travel anywhere at any time, just the general advice you might get from someone who doesn't know how the other half lives

- cats

VINTAGE TUMBLR

-the greatest generation stuff, forgotten early hollywood actors/actresses, very old movie gifs, Theda Bara, Clara Bow, Carol Lombard, early Joan Crawford, Gone with the Wind ect..

-50's, 60's and 70's, Nancy Sinatra, Brigitte Bardot, Marilyn Monroe, Audrey Hepburn – generally a lot of Audrey Hepburn

-Posts old advertisements and old cars, sometimes old toys, a few pinups, vintage comics, kinda weird

- vintage toy blogs - just toys, named and dated

-sometimes retrospace stuff

-sometimes just old comic book stuff

FEMINIST/ GENDER STUDIES TUMBLR

-intersectional feminists who post mostly text and back and forth writings, sometimes they fight

-radfems and turfs, unpopular minority of angry at the intersectional feminists

- Fat Acceptance movement, chubby bunnies

-other girl's selfies, lots of girl power related drawings of gender symbols and the like, Grimes, being a witch, Courtney Love, sailor moon, and so forth, sometimes bleeds into soft grunge

-topics on transgender, gender fluid and others that have informative

- asexual community

BLACK LIVES MATTER TUMBLR

-black lives matter awareness, police brutality, pointing out flaws in legal system

-lovely stylish selfies

-call outs of racism, lots of dialogue, and the extension of twitter

80's + 90's GIF TUMBLR

-like gifs of scratched up VCR obscure film openings, and repetitious obscure 80's gifs in general, everything is fuzzy and looks like it came from an 80' infomercial, kinda makes you feel scared

-90's gifs of Pee Wee Herman, Catdog, Clarissa Explains it All, Chucky Cheese, Fruit by the Foot, Beavus and Butthead, Bart Simpson, and so on

HIPPIE TUMBLR

-just like the rich kidz, only they have white kid dreads and post a lot of vanlife stuff, lots of festivals

-mostly psychedelic gifs, with occasional trippy art, Foster the People is their favorite band

-real hippies, who post pictures of communes and people making tyed dye things, nonsexual nudes with hairy women, Grateful Dead stuff

-Buddhist and Hindu quotes, sometimes lilies

SOFT GRUNGE TUMBLR

purple and pink skies, water, windows with lace

girls with pale skin and perfect make up, and chokers, bruises, sparkly skin

mermaid texture, mermaid hair colors

Lana Del Rey

kind of like 90's only more melty and pink

quotes about good vibes

Eternal Sunshine for the Spotless mind reference

moon print

dream pop bands from the early 90's

GROWN UP SOFT GRUNGE TUMBLR

picture of Uma Thurman overdosing in Pulp Fiction

lots and lots of flowers

lots of sensual pictures of pale skin under certain lighting

albino people

albino animals

pictures of sunrises

Reykjavic

kind of like the Soft Grunge, but just a little bit more subtle and film tumblry

ART BLOG TUMBLR

old roman art

chinese, japanese and korean art from long ago

renaissance and medieval art with religious context

just like medieval art of specifically torture

18th and 19th century portrait paintings

Scenic paintings of hills, Van Gogh, Toulouse-Lautrec, Monet

Dada, Pablo Picasso, Jackson Pollock, Salvador Dali, Andy Warhol, Adolph Wolfie

Modern art that is squiggly, slimy, and bizzare, breaks art rules but looks good, David Shrigley

Modern Surrealists

ARTIST BLOG TUMBLR

posts really great homemade gifs that nobody knows about infrequently

blogs that only have the artwork of the blog owner – generally post infrequently and not given enough credit ever, except maybe one of there works has a whole bunch of notes

person who keeps painting the same thing over and over again and does it a lot for years at a time, 0 notes usually – who are you??

collage artists that mix 50's scenes with hyperspace backdrops

FILM BLOG TUMBLR

-Stanley Kubrick, Jean Cocteau, lots of black and white french films

-that movie where the two people are sitting on the ledge of a building and the other one jumps off

Clockwork Orange

-Paris, Texas

David Lynch

Blue Velvet, Twin Peaks (gets stolen by other kinds of blogs frequently)

Wim Wenders,

Rare film art from Poland in the 70's

Jans Svankmajer

Man Ray, Max Ernst,

cool quotes by philosopher, artist, psychologist, or film director

Amelie

sometimes Wes Anderson

PHOTOGRAPHY TUMBLR

abandoned places, gas stations, archaic cafes, falling apart amusement parks

uses too much dark fade out in the background pictures of fields and stuff, overused filtering – posted a ton three years ago and then left

just photostock

girl who takes pictures of herself in costume

Nature pictures, animal pictures ect..

person who just takes pictures of textures and minimalist buildings – usually colorful

person who's personal Instagram picture just automatically post to tumblr also, probably never checks up, usually pictures of them with friends as a pub

Indigenous pictures from around the world, some of them from books, some from National Geographic, some from other places

Super old pictures from old newspapers, the great depression, WW2 – generally black and white

MUSIC TUMBLR

Really likes Led Zeppelin, The Doors and The Who, sometimes mixed with other vintage, often posts the same pictures and songs for years – you feel bad because no new music will be coming out from these artists

super cheesy Van Halen, Kiss, Styx, Ozzy person, Big Hair, likes 80's pin ups and skulls, sometimes into martial arts

super cheesy death metal fan, lots of pinups, corny black and white pictures of skulls and such

REALLY likes British Invasion, The Zombies, The Kinks, The Hollies, The Animals, will occasionally post Detroit girl groups from the 60's, some Velvet Underground, pictures of the Beatles girlfriends

Just David Bowie, Lou Reed, Patti Smith and Iggy Pop. Maybe some New York Dolls

Old Blues and Jazz, Etta James, Son House, Nina Simone, pictures of Leadbelly and Howlin' Wolf and especially Miles Davis

really into post punk, Nick Cave, Siouxsie, Bauhaus, The Cure, Einsturzende Neubauten, Lydia Lunch, PJ Harvey and Rowland S. Howard, sometimes Morrissey. also generally mixes film and art blog stuff in with occasional feminist things

Just Morrissey, they call him Moz.

Fan clubs for specific bands that are newer and popular like Arctic Monkeys or Fallout Boy, but also ones blogs that really like emo lyrics from early 2000's and such – scene kids that are still scenin' it up

loves Jens Lekman, Belle and Sebastian, The Magnetic Fields and The Pains of Being Pure at Heart, Cigarettes After Sex. Usually posts really cute modern art, and uses tumblr mostly for writing, has the cutest hair cut and can pull off overalls, never posts too little or too much, extremely twee

HISTORY TUMBLR

ancient mesopotamia, greek and Egyptian history and relics

Blogs that are specifically about one place in one era - Ancient Russia, Ireland before it was taken over, precolonial India and so on

Samurai, Geisha, and scrolls

Swords, knights, castles, kings of Europe in general

Specific Wars, examples: 7 Years War, Revolutionary War, WW1 + 2

France from before the revolution – pictures of wigged men, Napoleon, Marie Antoinette

Jane Austen time era anything 18th and 19th century, slight excuse to post lots of Pride and Prejudice gifs with Keira Knightly and that Mr. Darcy in the rain

Outfits – just outfits that are really old

person who is obsessed with the Nazis and seems to like Hitler

Flappers and earlier 20th – often an excuse to post gifs of Downton Abbey

Vintage books, often children books, but sometimes others

DESIGN TUMBLR

really fucked up pictures of the Simpsons melting and stuff

gradient graphic art with symbols or words meant to convey a product that I don't understand for an obscure magazine subscription

graphic squiggles without form, minimalist graphic pictures of beach balls, tennis bats, and sneakers

bizarre smiley faces made from smaller smiley faces

80's inspired design

odd looking models with undercuts and no eyebrows

cartoon dogs and cats

just static and glitches. Nothing more, nothing less

either they make their own graphic designs and they rarely post, or they compile reblogs of everyone else's and they post all the time

WEIRDO TUMBLR

insane family pictures of family who all has mullet dressed as bumble bees

Lots of Robert Crumb, some vintage stuff, but nothing remotely main stream

Some of the modern art, but only the weirdest of it

claymation masks

Comix

Moebius

art from early Power Point

100 piece sculptures with melted toys

paintings of monsters

Steve Brule

children's fan art of Smokey the Bear – looks disturbing

Items that are too kitschy to be accepted by your average vintage indie blog

sometimes a specific blog centered around some kind of crazy event where everyone dresses completely insane

POLITICAL TUMBLR

the communists and Marxists

a mixture of BLM and LGBTQ stuff

the libertarians, anarchocapitalists, Ayn rand folk

the left wing anarchists, freegans, graffiti punks, garden punks, possums

informative left wing news that explains to us everyday how the GOP is fucking us

alt. right creeps who are simply here to be trolls and upset everyone else – anti SJW, that stupid frog, nationalists, trump supporters and such – irrelevant poorly thought memes

I miss Obama memes

Bernie Sanders forever and always folk

RAINBOW TUMBLR

pictures of rainbow candies, toys, designs, clothing and so forth all of it rainbow

people who post one color at a time, so when you go through their archive it's all gradient and neat looking – usually the pictures are a little stock photoish though

HALLOWEEN TUMBLR

Betty Page

The Cramps. Reverend Horton Heat

Psychobilly pin ups, old cars, burning skulls, vintage B horror movies, The Swamp Thing

Legitimately obsessed with the activities of Halloween – posts witches, devils, trick or treat candy, Bella Lugosi, The Monster Mash, Halloween decoration - and doesn't ever forget how many days away Halloween is

Jack the Skeleton

Freddy Krueger

FANCLUB TUMBLR

Superwholock

Hannigram

American Horror Story

K Pop and J Pop + Korean Drama

boy bands in general

Hamilton

My Little Ponies

Ghibli Studios

Various anime shows

fat Disney princesses

Super heroes

Pokemon

Big Bang Theory

Mighty Boosh

Monty Python

Phantom of the Opera

Labyrinth

Vampire Chronicles

Orange is the New Black

Breaking Bad

Alice in Wonderland

Harry Potter

Star Wars

Steven Universe

Adventure Time

Game of Thrones and Walking Dead

any television show really

Furry cartoons

lots of spacy quick anime chibi versions of characters who are hooking up and wouldn't normally in the show

scenes from movies with subtext that comes from a different movie or show

probably countless others i am not thinking of.

SPECIALTY TUMBLR

serial killer blogs

unexplained mysteries, ghosts, ufo's

pictures of galaxies with information (not sparkly silly ones with no context)

sewing and yarn

precious stones

cars

just gardening

just cats

religious blogs, either Islam, Christian, Jewish, Hindu or Buddhist

specific animal blogs, snake, spiders, wild cats and such

science blogs about technology and stuff

NATURE TUMBLR

stock photoish pictures of camp grounds and misty mountains – often taken by the hippies

angelic looking deer, and occasional animal burials with flowers'

person who takes pictures of flowers all the time

granola type fellow who loves juicing and backpacking – doesn't get on tumblr much

BLACK AND WHITE GOTH TUMBLR

slenderman fan art, actually just about anything creepypasta related

you have to turn off the music when you visit their page because it's just too much

fan art of black eyed children

slit wrists

pictures that were turned into Gifs because they shake

taxidermy

screamo lyrics

Alice in wonderland with X's for eyes

gothic models

occasional serial killer

skulls and references to Edgar Allan Poe

GIF MEME TUMBLR

just a sea of Gifs and memes relating to anything about life ever – almost shitposting but not quite

eventually one of the gifs got 100,000 notes for it's relatability so they get a lot of traffic

lots of pictures and circumstances from The Office, Parks and Rec, and It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia

Nihilist memes

SOFTY TUMBLR

kind of a little girl dom thing going on

Kawai and lots of Japanese girls

cute colorful make up

plushies and toys

references to fantasy cartoons from the 80's, the last unicorn, or that one with the girls in that band

Polly Pockets, Furbies, trolls

gifs of stars and hearts

Sailor Moon

pink bedroom

baby animals

occasionally more on the vintage kitschy side

WICCA TUMBLR

ravens, bats, candles

pentacles and other symbols

crystals

sometimes there is dreads

occasionally, it is a serious practicing Wicca who posts spells and gives witch advice

lots of personal reflections

boobs

GROSS TUMBLR

Tim and Eric, Steve Brule centered blog that are mostly in the act to make you feel queezy

like, people eating cheerios with ketchup and people wearing shoes with the soles cut out, people putting their feet in spagetti, bad tattoos on foreheads

snails, beetles, bird doing mean things to people

mostly moldy things, moss, strange dolls

things that look like they came from the dark crystal,

delapitating bedrooms that once belonged to a little girl, torn wall paper, old porcelain dolls that are slightly upsetting

Clowns

occasionally a blog so gross you will be ruined for having seen it – Two Girls one Cup sort of thing

NERD TUMBLR

old video game start up pages

Super Mario Bros.