#batterdad

          ❛ school on monday. ❜ though he knows that’s not the actual question, side stepping it with a pause as hands dig into jacket pockets, considering his answer. ❛ i have basketball that day, they’ll know if i go anywhere. i think the earliest is tuesday .  ❜ a sorry almost passes past lips before he stops it, there’s nothing to apologize for. ❛  unless you think joyce’ll go into work early tomorrow, i can sneak out again ?? ❜

“ L A D Y troubles, huh kid?            ---- well, life’s a B I T C H, & so are they, am I r i g h t ? ”

the distinctly odious man chortles with a snort, raising his hand  for a h i g h  f i v e from the youngster.

                    “this -- is, um...” 

This was the first time in at least a decade, Jareth thought, that he’d been shocked into silence. There was a corpse of a mangled, disgusting creature in the trunk of this young man’s car, and it was nothing he’d ever seen before. Leaning in close to the beast, he squinted, seeing that although it was dead, there was a sort of greasy-slime gleam to its skin. He shivered, and stepped back, looking over this bizarrely normal looking teen.

for every  ♥  I receive in my askbox, i’m going to recommend a blog ! 

 @hclfwayhappy/ @loserpact ! 

Kit, you ROCK. You were the first person to welcome me in a group chat & honestly, I am just so grateful. Because of you, I feel more at home in this fandom than I ever have in anything. Thank you, thank you, thank you. <3

@asscveration !

          climbing the harrington house hadn’t been easy,  but he managed to find a way to get up onto the roof so he could find steve’s window. this was rare and any chance they can get to just forget the troubles they face was taken without hesitation. he climbs in through the window, a little clumsy at first, nearly falling on his face as he trips over his own feet. cheeks turn pink as he ducks his head.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 a small nancy & steve playlist ft. @batterdad​ 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

          it’s been forty minutes since he woke up. forty long, glorious minutes after wandering around his bedroom, silently hoping the other won’t notice him going and taking a shower after slipping out of bed, suddenly very, very glad he’d gotten used to having to spend mornings quiet and alone. studying relaxed features, the silence starts to annoy him, moving to press lips against forehead and cheeks with the hint of a smile, laughter infecting his words. ❛ wake up, asshole, the diner stops serving breakfast in an hour and i’m not cooking. ❜