#with: itsburkhart

[soemotional]

𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍!

𝐖𝐇𝐎: steve harrington & jackie burkhart ( @itsburkhart​ ) 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓: steve harrington learns all of the midwest is the same, except wisconsin is way colder. 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: the hub, point place, wisconsin, 3:45 PM, october 1977

steve had been the king of his small indiana town before his dad’s car dealership filed for bankruptcy, and they had to move to an even smaller town in wisconsin. steve didn’t understand what about wisconsin would make the business flourish, but it wasn’t like he had much say in the matter. before he knew it they were packing up everything steve had ever known and headed for america’s dairyland. a new town meant new friends, a new school, and having to build up his social prestige all around. steve wondered if they even had a swim team in wisconsin. the harringtons arrived in point place on a tuesday afternoon and were unloaded and settled into their new home by dinner time thanks to the hoards of movers that his miraculously-still-wealthy parents hired.

but buddy and charity harrington’s only son was nowhere to be found while they unloaded. steve had taken it upon himself to get the lay of the land, get some kind of upper hand before his first day. he walked to the center of town, stopping in some place called the hub. he was pleasantly surprised that people his age seemed to scatter the tables, at least this place wasn’t full of geezers. he played it casual, combing a hand through his hair as he walked over to the one of the gaming machines. despite his best efforts, it was pretty obvious he was sizing up the place before he pulled up a chair and straddled it backwards at a table next to the pretty girl with even nicer hair. “hey uh....” despite his best efforts, steve forgot his opener. he laughed it off and tried to look gorgeous as he raked a hand through his hair again. steve composed himself the charmingly introduced, “i’m steve, just moved.” he threw his arms over the back of the hair and gestured vaguely to this space, “this the local hang out?” 

[nadinehunt]

you seriously think i could’ve done this ?

@itsburkhart

"hey! that's not an insult!" a fight had broken out in the hall, two idiot guys fighting over god knows what. well, apparently nadine had come to a conclusion. "i mean, two guys fighting over you is quite the achievement. can't say that's ever happened to me." a shrug of their shoulders, as they watch far enough back not to get stuck in the crowd of high schoolers desperate to see. "super badass, actually. if you did, of course."

[daevilhorns-1]

if anyone were to ask ,         he would claim to have been dragged here against his will [ ... ] and it was partially mostly true.         jackie was very persuasive.         IN THE SENSE THAT. . . . .         levi had an unfaltering need to please those he enjoyed the company of         ( when he was willing to admit it )         and his initial refusals were quickly flipped on their head with something as simple as a pout aimed in his direction.         when suddenly he was finding himself slipping on a patched jacket and grabbing his car keys —— and consistently reminding her that he was going to complain the whole time.

        𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙷𝙴 𝙺𝙴𝙿𝚃 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙸𝚂𝙴.

⁽ ✟ ⁾ @itsburkhart . . . . sender and receiver go shopping together.

❛❛ i know i'm like , super strong an' stuff but [ ... ] jesus christ. think you got enough shit ? ❜❜         as if the torture couldn't get any worse ;         he was stuck carrying the exuberant amount of bags that continued to be added to his arms like charms.         AND SHE DIDN'T APPEAR TO BE SLOWING DOWN ANY TIME SOON.         ❛❛ if y'don't at least buy me a giant pretzel , i'm gonna drop all this and leave without you. ❜❜

[faithfulfriends]

@itsburkhart said “how do we know you're not a cop, huh?”

a seedy bar in the wisconsin outskirts wasn’t where warren expected to be today. certainly didn’t expect to be playing a hodgepodge of a festival there that same night, either. the group of kids in the corner was an endearing sight, no matter how loud and brash they were. they reminded warren of days back in pittsburg in chucks garage, not a care in the world and the gift of youth on his side.

when the pretty brunette got up from the booth and marched over to warren, he had to blink a few times to process her words. was he a cop? since when did cops look this good? he laughs softly, shaking his head. “no, ma’am i’m in a band.” his hand continues to roll the base of the beer bottle against the sticky wooden surface, gesturing over to her friends. “you guys look like you appreciate good music.” he was sure one of them was wearing a led zeppelin shirt. “never heard of the six?”

[bitchprose]

If anyone has responded to any of my posts on @/itsburkhart, @/mlssworld, @/livlngdeadgrrrl, or here in the last... 2/3 days... Please tag me directly. Tumblr is no longer notifying about reblogs, and I'll be damned if I gotta pay to see that across several different accounts SKJRKSJLSKF

[inqustvea]

             ❝  it’s  too  bad  you  aren’t  this  cool  to  hang  out  with  sober .  ❞

@itsburkhart​

[goldympic]

🥇👊.•° 𝙸𝚃𝚂𝙱𝚄𝚁𝙺𝙷𝙰𝚁𝚃┆ “  gets a starter.

❛   𝚆𝙾𝙰𝙷 𝙹𝙰𝙲𝙺𝚂, 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙼 𝙳𝙾𝚆𝙽 !    ❜     ———     he says with that stupid smirk and look on his face.     victory has him gloating.     but how could she blame him after the epic night they all had ??     i mean,  ask around !!       (  not the neighbors,  of course,  i’m pretty sure they have an entirely different opinion  )    ❛    so fucking irritating    ❜       

               he teases       ❛       it’s 7am,  lower your voice    ❜        barefoot,    he still holds a half - empty can of beer as he stands in the middle of the sideway        ❛     did you enjoy the party ??     ❜        he asks very well knowing she didn’t come.       ❛     i heard all of your friends did    ❜

[orumad]

🎰

// for randomly generated ships.

michael guerin (roswell)

lip gallagher (shameless)

kathryn merteuil (cruel intentions)

eric forman (that 70s show)

john bender (the breakfast club)

[ragegrove]

* / continued from here. & @itsburkhart

                 oh, great. and here she comes back. he’s deciding to IGNORE it-- until this PSYCHOTIC tiny asshole is having the NERVE to steal his damn cigarette right out of his damn mouth. slamming the weight down the second WATER comes flying in his face, however. anger flies through him like a raging wildfire and it’s a wonder he doesn’t throw the entire thing AT her. “what the HELL is your PROBLEM?” wiping the water from his eyes, grinding his jaw before he’s grabbing the open can of beer he also had next to the water and throwing the entire contents of it at her face. crushing the empty can in his hand, billy’s chucking it at her head. LET’S SEE HOW SHE LIKES IT.

[cosmicbxtch]

Nancy rubbed her eyes, trying to stem the oncoming headache as she smooshed her face farther and farther into her chem textbook. Taking regular sabbaticals from school might be good for her mental health but not for her memory retention on cell regeneration. 

Pulling her face out of chapter three, it was only then that she noticed that there was someone sitting adjacent from her at her study hall table. 

“Oh... hey... you’re in my Chem class, aren’t you?”

[mtrbrth]

𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 .    »     @itsburkhart

           even after a month of living here , he still felt as out of rhythm as he had the first week or so - when his body clock was refusing to stop ticking along to san diego time. he’d felt like death every morning for a week , hauling himself out of bed for school while the sun said it was seven but his body said it was four am. the house across the street kept chickens and their rooster , without fail , screeched at dawn every morning. he was going to wring its neck or hit it with his car       whichever was easier.

it was the reason for his bad mood that was only slightly alleviated by the fact that he’s found a music store with a decent selection. in hawkins , it’s the closest thing to a miracle. most of what he’s sifted through he already owns , but there are some older tapes he’s been meaning to replace anyways. the bell over the door chimes when it opens and his eye twitches at the noise , but billy only glances up from the crate he’s flipping through when a familiar perfume wafts his way.     “  hey , burkhart. you hitting up shelby’s tonight?  ”

[damneddixon]

{ @itsburkhart​ starter, plotted, closed}

It was still what counted as the ‘early days’ of the outbreak, everybody trying to scrape together what they could, raid the nearby facilities to stockpile on supplies that they would need soon in the future as the world slowly dwindled down to nothing. Their group was still relatively small, at least in terms of how many people there used to be alive on this earth. Daryl and his brother had stumbled across them, and they welcomed them in. Merle had ideas about swiping their shit and running, but Daryl had been hesitant about the matter, and decided in the moment they were better off living beside them rather than running off on their own. 

But no matter how small their group, there were still many mouths to feed. And Daryl figured that if they were kind enough to welcome them in to the group, then the least he could do would be hunt for some kind of kill to feed them with. A small doe was the current prey in his eye, and he was just that close to shooting it with an arrow, bow already raised and aim already taken, until he heard a few loud footsteps through the crunching leaves of the forest, footsteps that clearly disregarded the owner’s surroundings. As soon as the doe heard the sound, she took off running far faster than Daryl would hope to catch up to, meaning that they were down an animal and down a meal. With his bow still raised, he immediately turned towards the sound that the footsteps had come from, ready to fight if need be and even more ready to take it down if it was one of those walkers that were inhabiting the earth. 

“Who the fuck is there?” He called out, head tilting around his weapon some to try and catch a glimpse. “No funny business or I’ll shoot.” 

[atypedarc1]

            ❝  WE  SHOULD  FORM  A  CLUB ,  ❞   AND  WHILE  COURTNEY  LOVED  FORMING  CLUBS,     the  reason  was  perhaps  a  bit  spiteful  this  time  around ;  hand  resting  on  jackie’s  shoulder  in  solidarity.       ❝   the   “girls  who  are  dating  complete  DUMB - ASSES  who  don’t  deserve us ”    club  !!   ❞ 

@itsburkhart  ♡’d  !!  

[c0kehead]

@itsburkhart said: ❛ you   vanish   for   three   days   then   decide   to   come   back   around? ❜

---

“ Watch yourself , Jackie . It almost sounded like you cared about me for a minute .”  Tate turned his back to the ocean breeze , leaning his head down and creating a little wall with one of his hands so he could ignite the end of his cigarette . A few puffs were breathed in and let back out through his nostrils , and his Zippo was returned to his pocket . With hands on his hips , the blond finally turned back to acknowledge the petite girl standing at his side .  “ I don’t know what you want from me ,”  he laughed a little .  “ I didn’t go anywhere . I just ... have to isolate myself sometimes , you know ?? I have to be alone . You wouldn’t understand .”  Tate’s mind was a dangerous place to be , for himself and for all those around him . He couldn’t be fully honest with her , or anyone else , because of the fear that someone might think he was mad .

[inqustvea]

                        @itsburkhart​​  :   ❝   and   if   I   had   a   beer ,   i’d   be                                                                       getting   over   it   right now .    ❞ 

                FAMILIAR   MUSINGS ,   he   hears   her ,   and   then   ----   he   hears   her .   she   speaks   a   mere   sentence   and   somehow   epitomizes   his   pure   essence ;   trivial   desires ,   some   that   spur  randomly   to   his   absent   mind   throughout   the   day ,   some   that   weigh   him   down   with   weariness ,   most   that   grow   restless   with   a   dire   need   that   keeps   him   from   simply   standing   up   straight . 

                 broad   daylight ,   just   the   cusp   of   the   afternoon ,   but   what   tickles   at   the   lobe   of   his   ear   somehow   sits   well   with   an   eight   am’s   bowl   of   captain   crunch   and   two   tiny   pieces   of   bacon .   his   eyes   light   up   like   a   dark   sky   finally  brought   on   by   bright   tomorrow   and ,   suddenly ,   he’s   paying   attention   to   what   she   has   to   say .   

                problem ?   some   probem ,  there   was .   but   all   that   matters   now ,   to   sam ,   is   that   they’ve   got   a   resolution .   ❝   well   --   there’s   always   that   gas   station   just   down   the   road ...   ❞   expert   at   keeping   a   straight   face ,   almost   a   bastard   at   it ,   he  tries   to   feign   a   lack   of   hope   --   guilty  excitement .

[goldympic]

🥇👊.•° 𝙼𝙸𝚂𝙲 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂┆ “ @itsburkhart​  /  accepting

“ i wish i could hate you. ”

𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙻 𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙺 !! 𝙸𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝚃𝚁𝚄𝙴,  𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳𝚂 𝙳𝙸𝙳 𝙷𝚄𝚁𝚃  more than actions    --------    i wish i could hate you,  she says and his own world starts shrinking and compressing around him.   His head hurts, reddened eyes sting as if sand had been thrown directly at them     ❛     is that what you want ?    ❜      he asks but dares not to look at Jackie,  he can’t face the disappointment he’s sure it’s mirrored in her eyes,  you see,  he’s not that brave,  he’s never been good at this,  at facing the consequences of his mindless and constant fuck-ups    ❛    maybe you fucking should    ❜     jaw clenches and so does his hands as eyes are squeezed shut for a brief moment.    ❛    it would make things easier for you,   am i right ?    ❜       he can’t remember a fucking thing from last night,  for all he has now is a goddamn headache and a sense of guilt he can’t seem to shake      ❛      i warned you,  Jackie,  don’t you dare say i fucking didn’t      ❜