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why do you haunt your house? -- to tell your story

you're a desperate ghost. the people in your home can't seem to hear you, but you need them to. so you grow louder, bolder, and more obvious. but if they do notice, they don't listen. instead, they leave. you can't move on to the afterlife until someone tells your story. you just don't want to be forgotten. when you were alive, you were always running around, working, trying to earn everything── even if it was offered freely. as a ghost, you only turn it up a notch. you can't let your hard work go to waste. if you're forgotten, it's like you were never here. like you never mattered. i hope you remember that you do matter. that even if you can't save the world, you can help your little corner of it. i hope you let yourself rest. you deserve it.

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i do keep thinkin about river and if he ever gets to find his real family again…. and how after like 11-12 years, they don’t even know you. what do you even say. the last time they saw you you were just small. do you just hope they’ll believe it’s you? that they’ll somehow Know? that they even want to see you? (your whole life you were told they didn’t want you and they gave you up) do you just want to ask them why? or if it’s true? if they didn’t give you up, did they even look for you? did they miss you? what if you’re some kind of disappointment somehow now, like too damaged to be wanted or taken back?

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hands u him: baby punk

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i do just sort of think river expects to die in harlan if he can’t get out. and he knows it’s gonna be his dad. and i also just sort of think there are a lot of times the sheriff thinks about it, gets close to going through with it. mostly he just goes out and kills someone else, instead.

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me after watching the stupid terrifier movie: river with religious imagery scars for the vibes. river with palm scars

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me posting my comm here as a little keepsake. art is by akuchoi. <3

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and if river was at camp crystal lake he would also be loading a gun to fight jason and making eye contact with tommy like wym there's another traumatized blonde with a statement jacket here. i think he would also survive but at what cost. on account of his final boy genes

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the adoptive punk rocker found family in question

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slicing up eyeballs i want you to know

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also funny is the band was probably like. hey can you do backup vocals. and then he sings smth and they're like no that's actual singing can u do it worse

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struggling to listen to punk rock bc it’s only sometimes my vibe but for river and his funny little band that adopts him when he escapes harlan it is for The Research. anyway the concept of river on some shitty stage at someone’s rager basement party completely zen doing those very fast driving basslines or crazy guitar solos ,

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he's normal. he's having a normal time i'm sure

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@meatriarch said: “ he’s a really bad man. ” | del vc ): like maybe falk mention in passing, when shes walking with river to the road... weighted words hinting that she knows what that mans about. and maybe more. tho she doesnt clarify further,

river makes a sound that’s not quite a laugh, and it makes his split lip sting. wonders if she even knows the half of it. wonders if, actually, she knows way more than him. her eyes, the way she said it — maybe she did. maybe she does — know something, like the trees know things.

he doesn’t really understand what she is. doesn’t understand where she came from. but she walks with him like she knows the way ahead. doesn’t say much, doesn’t move the air around her. flickered like dewdrop light through leaves. something not quite here, but not quite gone. river's never seen a ghost before, but harper has. and he believes harper. thinks he believes the stories about these trees now, too.

❝ … yeah, ❞ river finally says roughly, at a loss for anything else. drops his head, eyes scanning the underbrush they tread over. one stumbling step after the other. he’s exhausted, half-dazed. his lungs burn from running. river turns a wary glance over his shoulder — as though expecting the sheriff’s car to come rumbling, off-road, down the steep mountain path any minute now. he blinks slow in the fading daylight. ❝ — i know. know what he does. s'why i... ❞ trails off, goes quiet, too.

( “ what are you gonna do, riv? run? ” dad’s teeth were snarling and close. he smelled like if trees were rotting. and sharp, dirty copper. like he was covered in it. the rain-rot, the splitting bark. the dark red-brown. river’s eyes were on a chip in the hard wood wall behind him. )

river slows down, expression screwing together into something troubled. the girl — her name is delilah — seems to go very quiet. and a dizzying thought comes into focus, then — dad’s gonna come looking. gonna drag you back like always. gonna be in so much shit. while another voice in the back of his mind says; but if you say sorry — if you turn back now, maybe —

— maybe don't be stupid. don't be fucking stupid, man. this is the only shot you're gonna get.

river watches her for another moment. when he finally speaks again, he's plain, unblinking. ❝ ... he um. has this room, in the basement. all locked up. hurts people, down there. ❞ doesn’t think it, knows. spent days in the room. room lots of people spent days. their last ones, maybe. four locks on the door. one little basement window. heard it, sometimes. the knock, knock, knocking against the wall. one day, when he was thirteen or fourteen, he found a box of driver’s licenses in the crawlspace. now he looks at delilah, and he tries to remember the faces on the cards.

it makes him feel like he’s been pushed under icewater. makes his breathing hurt. the singular thought that she could have been someone he had helped scrub clean from the concrete floor washes him in a deep, sickening dread. like a feverish and familiar horror, like he wants to throw up. and river shoots a look up into her eyes, with that same bright fear. he doesn’t want to know the answer, he really fucking doesn’t. but he asks, anyway, breathing shaky;

❝ did he... did he hurt you, too? ❞

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and tomorrow? i shall finish some replies i think

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i was thinking about that one post that’s like ‘the heartbreaking thing where a character is so scared or hurt they just resort to calling for their mom or dad’. a little different but also not but. just thought about how in possibly his last moments, river would still call the sheriff dad. even though he’s the one who’s hurting him and making him scared, anyway i was going somewhere with this,

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literally new dog coded son but this one's Haunted.

meanwhile leland sitting next to him some kind of retriever wagging his tail

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was thinking about how at one point when river's back, and whatever Forest Related Psychosis is taking hold, he thinks he hears whispering from the bodies he's buried under the house and on the property. so in a tweaking out haze he starts digging up the bodies and buries them all out further in the forest but the whispering still doesn't stop.