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࿔˚𖤓 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𖤓˚࿔

credit to @sidereustales for putting them in my brain

Chrissy had never seen the ocean.

She’d been out to Lover’s Lake, of course, and her aunt had a place on Lake Michigan she visited for the summer a couple times as a little girl. But she never got in the water, too self-conscious under her mother’s critical eye to shed her cover-up.

Years later, even without her mother being there, she still felt that same instinct to hide, to conceal, to disguise. It was why she had never so much as looked at a bikini, let alone bought one or wore it in front of Jason; and why she always kept her towel wrapped around her right up until the moment she had no choice but to drop it.

This was different, though. She had never been in the presence of something so vast. Something that stretched so far in every direction.

And nothing had ever made her feel so…tiny.

I wanna know what THEIR woods convo would have sounded like

Here's my little contribution to Argyle Day by @genderthings 😊💜

"Try before you deny" / Baking

Hair + Fashion - SurfCheer - 08.01.2025

I went with something simple with Chrissy braiding her pretty partner's hair happily 💕

Done using watercolors, ink pens, alcohol markers, gel pens, colored pencils, acrylic paint pens, graphite pencils and Photoshop for the background motif

AO3 post / Bluesky post / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Pillowfort post / Twitter post

ARGYLE WEEK day 3: music

Edit: HellcheerPizza? NO! HELLCHEERDELIGHT!

i was going to write an introduction to this but i couldn't think of anything. i just want to show appreciation for a few fics i absolutely loved which in my opinion, haven't got the recognition they deserve. reblogs are encouraged, that's kind of the whole point of this! go and appreciate a writer you love rn.

Hands in your Heart, and Hearts in your Hallway by @sharpbutsoft

stonathan teen & up 3,220 words Jonathan knows, with an aching certainty, that there’s another version of events, another timeline, Will might have said, where this could go differently. Where the first time he straddles another boy, and is forced to face the fact that he likes it more than any boy should, is a tender moment.

my comments: i fully acknowledge that there might be a bias here, as this fic was gifted to me and i got to see it through the various stages of completion, but it’s really something so special. please give it a read if you miss s1 stonathan as much as i do, it does their characters justice in a way that feels so realistic yet hopeful.

how the light gets in by @fastcardotmp3 (series, still in progress)

wheelingham some parts rated m, some rated e 29,427 words Chrissy looks at Nancy Wheeler every day and she knows that this is the good, this girl is the good, with her offerings of sustenance (no matter how limited) and her promises to come back tomorrow again and again and again, never breaking and never missing. And Chrissy would die twice before she hurt the good. That’s the difference, because Chrissy sees blood on her face and in her hair, sees the knots in it and the lack of washing, and all she wants is to create her own pocket of good here.

my comments: the kas!chrissy au i didn't know i needed until it happened, this series is everything. i'm feral about it in a way i can't articulate here without sullying you guys' good image of me (lmfao as if) or getting very, very tmi

Let’s Get Out of This Country by @walkingsaladshooter

surfcheer (argyle/chrissy) teen & up 2,579 words They drive until they find a field of wildflowers. They pick them and weave them into crowns, place them on each other’s heads. The sun is warm and Chrissy asks him if he’s ever read A Wrinkle in Time and he gasps like he just won the lottery. They lie in the sun until her cheeks burn pink and talk about tesseracts and gentle beasts until she nearly feels hoarse.

my comments: this fic was so soft and i still think about it. it captures the vibe i envision them sharing so well. healing to read fr

What Water Gives, It Takes Away by @bitchsteve (saintmares on ao3)

nancy-centric teen & up 3,224 words It’s a strange feeling, the sinking. It’s almost serene, and nothing at all like she had imagined it would be. Not that she had imagined it all that much. Still, as she descends down further and further toward the very bottom of the pool, slipping into a somewhat suspended sitting position, all she feels is calm as all the peace that she had been searching for since they left the Upside Down finally finds her.