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         fuck,   climbing   this   sheet   was   not   as   fun   as   the   idea   of   it   seemed   when   one   thought   of   climbing   through   a   date's   window   or   escaping   some   fairy   tale   tower   in   a   story.   he   hadn't   done   something   like   this   since   he   was   a   kid,   and   his   body   was   quick   to   protest.   it   would   explain   his   declining   grade   in   gym   class   as   he   refused   to   do   any   of   the   workouts.   but   as   it   was   a   certain   life   or   death   situation,   eddie   tried   not   to   think   of   the   effort,   his   screaming   muscles,   or   the   bats   in   hot   pursuit   behind   him.   one   hand   over   the   other,   he   made   his   way   up   inch   by   precious   inch.   dustin's   face   hovered   above   having   gone   up   first,   and   their   mission   more   or   less   completed.   ed   was   halfway   up   and   through   to   the   other   side,   back   to   the   real   world   when   he   heard   HER   voice.   it   was   calling   HIS   name.   

         "EDDIE!"

         he   stopped   climbing,   even   slipped   down   a   knot   of   the   sheet.   his   head   turned   back,   down   the   hallway   of   the   haunted   trailer.   she   couldn't   be   there.   she   was   gone.   vecna   had   taken   her.   max   had   told   him   so,   and   he'd   lost   her   for   good.   maybe   this   was   a   cruel   trick   from   the   upside   down's   master   of   shadow.   giving   him   visions   of   the   one   he   let   slip   through   his   fingers   as   he   cowered   on   the   floor...

         "eddie..."

also i was and still am forever in awe of your graphics, they're my favourite on tumblr dot com. also i knew you were a really good person before we talked because you had a free resource blog and you're doing that again. you are so incredibly talented but also one of the kindest and most loving people on this hellsite and i'm just really happy that we're friends.

first impression vs current impression.

𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑬𝑬 𝑪𝑯𝑶𝑰𝑪𝑬𝑺 .

             despite  her  stoic  and  confident  outer  workings,  the  underlying  fear  of  being  herself  was  always  present.  the  world  wasn’t  as  accepting  as  carter  was  ;  she  figured  that  out  early  on  in  her  life.  that  never  stopped  her  from  being  exactly  who  she  was  supposed  to  be,  though,  nor  from  going  after  anything  and  everything  she  wanted.  and  right  now,  carter  wanted  chrissy.

they  found  themselves  in  one  of  the  many  rooms  at  a  house  party  neither  of  them  truly  wanted  to  attend,  but  had  an  obligation  to  be  at.   being  popular  sounded  easy  until  the  weight  of  social  expectations  began  to  feel  much  too  heavy  on  your  shoulders.  behind  this  door,  they  can  breathe.  they  can  laugh  and  relax  for  a  moment,  sitting  across  from  each  other  on  the  floor.  carter  absentmindedly  plays  with  the  hem  of  her  skirt,  listening  to  chrissy  talk  with  a  fond  gleam  in  her  eye.  there  was  something  calming  about  her,  the  soft  way  she  spoke,  the  way  her  eyes  fluttered  downward  and  laid  against  her  cheeks.  carter’s  head  tilts  just  so  as  she  gazes  at  chrissy,  baby  blues  landing  on  the  cupid’s  bow  of  her  lips.

send ♡ if your muse as a crush on carter.