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   Time was nothing short of a fleeting sensation when she was going to be living forever. That much was apparent but either way, she liked the idea of finding a period that suited her best. So far, she hadn't cared for many passing trends so far, though, corsets were rather annoying and she'd choose to rather never go back to those again, if she has the chance. Anna shakes her head a little at th thought. It hadn't been very long since they had started to become a thing of the past, either way. She was thankful. Maybe she'd be able to breathe normally now without feeling like her air supply was going to be choked off. Poor humans and their inability to survive without breathing.

@phantasmagcrical​ sent: 🎉💋 ( Wally @ Jinx because you know he definitely would do a drive by kiss on her cheek ; you have full permission to maim him as she sees fit for his transgressions )

It had been brief. His lips barely ghosted her cheek before dissipating, the caress barely present. Had she not known him or seen him, then she would probably not even take note of the fleeting tingle that could be sensed on her cheek.

Jinx had been caught off guard, perplexity apparent on her face as she was trying to navigate the turmoil of emotions within; trying to fight the butterflies that tumbled in the pit of her stomach.

A rosiness bloomed on her features, resembling the tint of the color in her hair. She should have gotten used to his flirtatious ways by now, but it turned out that wasn’t so. Extending one of her hands, Jinx threw a couple of hexes in his way, attempting to stall his attempt of escape.

♱˖ ─── GROWING UP UNDER THE GAZE of ghostly eyes had given Shiloh a unique relationship with the eerie and ominous, the young woman’s flight response hardened in ways that made her unflinching to the things that would send most people running away with their tails between their legs. As tragic as it was, she’d become almost numb to the GROTESQUE and grim, her once-visceral reactions now composed of casual sighs and unblinking eyes. Having Adam by her side tonight was far from necessary, as she knew that she was capable of handling herself, but she’d appreciated his company regardless. In fact, she’d jumped at the chance to have him tag along.

            ❛ I’ve always hated this place. ❜

            The brunette’s gaze shifted away from the figure that she’d spotted behind the RUSTED forms of the dormant carousel horses, settling on the young man that strode next to her. ❝ Yeah, I’m starting to feel like that was… ❞ She glanced around at the barren fairground, the old rides and structures covered in the passing of time and the markings of graffiti. ❝—the general consensus. ❞ With a black-polished finger, she pointed towards the PROFANITIES that adorned the side of an old cotton candy stand. ❝ I heard the place sucked, even before everyone, y’know… fucking died. ❞

Usually, it was Nancy or Karen who had the ‘Holly makeover’ done to them: letting her play around with cheap makeup, style their hair and sometimes even paint their nails to get all dolled up for tea parties. Being the only one home, it was now Mike’s responsibility to entertain her and make sure she was looked after. As much as he would rather be reading comics or playing video games, or even Holly how to play them, he knew that she would definitely complain to their parents if she had a bad time; and then he would have to hear a lecture from his mom and the annoying echo of his dad agreeing with everything she said.

In the living room on the main level of the house, Mike was sitting on the carpeted floor with Holly on the couch directly behind him. Small hands were playing with his hair, which had grown to be quite long and now reached his shoulders, thus allowing Holly to be able to tie his hair easily enough into pigtails. He was in the middle of flicking through the channels, trying to see if there was anything entertaining on, when she made a comment about his hair and how nice it looked today. Well, he had to see what she'd done to it now.

⛧˖ ‒‒‒‒‒ IT WAS ONLY THE BEGINNING OF SECOND PERIOD and Eddie Munson had already landed himself in the doghouse; the end result of multiple disregarded warnings that had ultimately culminated into a trip to a familiar post in the hallway and, eventually, a seat in the school’s library. What was it that he’d caused now? A ruckus? A disruption? A commotion? He couldn’t even remember what the choice of words had been this time, which was most likely the product of years of blurred-together transgressions. Ah, well, that was just how the piece of shit cookie crumbled sometimes.

            The metalhead had half a mind to ditch the period all together, but with the very real threat of failure looming over his head like a burgeoning shadow, he’d managed to talk himself into taking another crack at the essay that had been stumping him for the past week. Ms. Calding had been nice enough to extend the deadline for him, after all. It had been in the spirit of sparing him from completely flunking her class, but he was beginning to wonder if there was a deadline in existence that could save him from his soon-to-be doomed fate at this point. Give him weeks or give him months, he couldn’t see how dragging out his suffering would make achieving the impossible any less IMPOSSIBLE.

            Eddie’s last-ditch effort came in the form of crumpled papers and doodles, strewn across the table amongst thin stacks of former attempts that had been aggressively scribbled out; a cover-up for the wreckage of botched sentences that lay beneath them. His last failed endeavor had been folded into the shape of a paper plane, and like it was guided by MISADVENTURE INCARNATE, it flew on a beeline path that led straight to the back of ADAM PARK’S head like it was a damn target. Of course, it had to be a jock. Albeit, he didn’t have any personal beef with this one. He counted himself lucky that it wasn’t someone worse, like Jason Carver or one of his mindless cronies.

            For a moment, Eddie was still and silent, his lips folding inward as he tried to extinguish the fruition of a giant grin. ❝ Shit, ❞ he muttered, unable to stifle the hint of a chuckle that rolled out with the single word. He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to make it through an entire sentence. Pushing himself to his feet, he crossed the library to perch himself against the table that the baseball star sat at. ❝ Sorry about that. My bad. ❞ His apology was genuine enough, although the rising grin that was still causing the corners of his mouth to twitch may have said otherwise. ❝ You jocks and your big heads, y'know? Hard to miss em’, ❞ he quipped. It was genuine ENOUGH.

@phantasmagcrical​ asked:  interesting, now leave me alone.” -- from Jon Not Accepting || Meme

     There's a raise of a single eyebrow at Jonathan's words. How long had it been since the other had moved to California? How long had it been since Steve had left Hawkins for an actual vacation that wasn't with is own parents? The sun felt amazing on his skin and the air was different than back home. California had a more relaxed feel compared to Hawkins and Steve understood the lull of it. Besides, pretty people walking around all the time? Who could complain about such a thing?

    "Damn, we just met back up and you're already telling me to leave?" Steve pauses, running his left hand through his hair as he looks to the other. "Here I was hoping for a *Hey Steve! How's Hawkins? How's your shitty job? Thanks for coming to visit!*." Steve jokes, of course, a small shake of his head follows as his hand falls back to his side, his gaze never leaving the photographer.