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hey this blog??? ded….. but me??? not ded. catch me over @troublewheeler cuz that’s where i’ve been the past like……. five months. lmao

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hey this blog??? ded..... but me??? not ded. catch me over @troublewheeler cuz that’s where i’ve been the past like....... five months. lmao

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fandub games’ spiderman (part 1) sentence starters !

“there’s a crime? ugh, crime! i hate crime!” “you should have a plan of some kind. aren’t you, like, the police chief?” “why are we shooting the fire again?” “i know you don’t like it when i do this, so i’m doing it anyway.” “i feel like a chipotle burrito.” “what’cha gotta tell me? just kidding! i won’t listen to whatever it is.” “you know, we don’t even really need your help. we just keep you around because it’s convenient for us.” “it’s more convenient to have you help us than it is to, like, tell you to go away, ‘cause you’re just gonna show up, anyway.” “i didn’t wanna go to your stupid, lazer tag birthday party, anyway!” “tell that to the nerds, nerd.” “it looks like this [object] is a visual representation of my heart.” “this is just garbage i was gonna eat, but i wanted to share it with you.” “that’s really ugly. who designed that? that’s the worst color combination i can think of. i mean, you are just a fashion disaster.” “[name], i just got this e-mail from a nigerian prince! he’s gonna give me ten thousand dollars!” “i’m lookin’ gucci! whoa!” “what’s happening? what’s dig duggin’? hey, can i ask you a personal question?” “ah! faith and begorrah, it’s me beautiful boy!” “no, actually. no, wait, yes! yes, absolutely.” “but she seems rich, so, i could probably make a buck or two off this, right?” “look, guns were outlawed, okay? i’ve been over this with every thug.” “you can’t outlaw fists.” “holy shit. i’m instantly in love with you again.” “look, i’m a ginger. i don’t have a soul of my own, i need yours.” “oh, okay. time travel. my favorite way of traveling.” “are you alive, though? i mean like really, intensely alive?” “no, we broke up because you’re just a construct of my imagination.” “you keep sending me into these existential crises and i don’t know how to handle them!” “look, so, we just need to talk about something else ‘cause i’m kinda losing my mind a little.” “harbingers of death, [name]. police are harbingers of death.” “i bought it with the money i saved… from stealing it.” “uh, i’m a journalist and i’m also gonna steal this car.” “no, no! literally, i would never, ever steal anything. i don’t even like steel, it’s like my third least favorite metal.” “what—what happened? is it something—is it worth a vine?” “i told you to stop monetizing my pain and dread and grief.” “yeah, the joke’s are always on me!” “i didn’t say buttcheeks. this is slander and i will not stand for it.” “oh, my god, what did i do? WHAT DID I DO?” “hi, [name], what are you doing here catching me at an inconvenient time?” “i don’t actually know what i’m doing. i just looked it up on wikihow.” “you’re always busy making evil plans and then retracting them when i get some sense into you.” “morality is like a broken mug.” “well, that’s… a first. everyone else hates me.” “i was not thinking that at all. we’re totally not on the same wavelength. this is not gonna work.” “you’ll never make friends if you keep getting revenge on people, [name]. you have to, like, be friendly.” “well, if everybody would stop fucking me over then maybe—!” “okay, [name], listen. i’m going to explain to you the law of the jungle: this is the law of the jungle, as old and as true as the sky. the one that shall keep it may prosper—” “oh, god. oh, GOD. MY COOKING!” “i never believed you could cook, [name]. i never believed that about you.” “there are a lot of clowns in this world that need to be fought.” “wait… wait. i forgot my beef jerky.”

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catching the soda, patrick shrugs. doesn’t want to say anything to make sam seem like a better guy. he really thought he was on the right track, but lauren’s made an excuse for him. makes sense as she’s just come back from the date, but patrick doesn’t have to like it at all. pops open the can and takes a sip, only offering a small chuckle at her statement. “not every girl,” he mutters, looking over at lauren. chance missed again and patrick can’t believe it. now he has to offer advice like the kind neighbor he was. the word friend might just crush him, so he refuses to think of himself like that. still a prospect he hopes. “no, don’t do that,” and he means that sincerely. “you could be right, he might just be a gentleman. or he was too nervous. there’s no way that reflects on you, i mean, come on. you’re beautiful.”

lauren smiles sheepishly at patrick’s comment, rolling her eyes as she sips her drink. “ i wouldn’t say that, but you’re probably right. i’m freaking out over nothing. ” with a shrug she swings her feet slowly, still overthinking the whole situation. “ do you think maybe i talked too much? i mean, he did ask me about debate and i went on this whole spiel about how important is it is for people to disagree on certain matters because it allows you to see all perspectives— ” she cuts herself short before she goes on and on again since patrick’s already heard it a few times by now. “ you know the one. ” sipping her soda again, she feels her cheeks blush as she realizes how that could come off annoying, or even pretentious, especially on a date. “ and then somehow harry potter came up and—oh, god, pat. what if i nerded too much? ”

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okay, i did it! i made a stranger things indie as robin buckley as suggested by @billystcr​ ( thanks! ). i plan on adding an oc as well, but at a later date. i worked on the theme all day and i’m pooped. anyway, find her here @onebigerrcr!

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“yeah, strange fancy schmancy man. maybe one degree off from carrying a pocket watch.”   and he took the offer to enter her apartment, bowing slightly before crossing the threshold. patrick instantly regretted his decision. it was his own fault for being nosy, but now he had to listen to how amazing her date was. with a forced smile, he gestured towards her, encouraging her to finish her terrible story. procrastination proved to be his worst enemy at his very moment, hoping another chance would appear for him. and so it did. never a man to throw anyone under the bus, he can’t help but volunteer poor, old sam. patrick straightened back up, a new genuine, yet sheepish smile gracing his features. “oh? he didn’t?” he tried not to sound too giddy. “i just feel like that’s incorrect date etiquette.” he cleared his throat, gesturing to himself somewhat absentmindedly. “if i were him, i definitely would’ve taken that chance.”

lauren shrugs as she leads him to the kitchen to grab a couple of drinks. “ i don’t know. maybe he’s taking things slow. ” while lauren isn’t one for taking things fast, at the very least a goodnight peck wouldn’t be so bad. “ he could have thought he was being a gentleman, which is sweet, ” she suggests as she tosses a soda in patrick’s direction. somehow, she doesn’t think that’s anywhere near the truth. in fact, the absence of a kiss has her doubting the entire date. did sam not enjoy himself as much as she did? is she not attractive enough? is there something in her teeth? while nervously licking her mouth for any debris, lauren exhales a sigh at patrick’s comment. “ oh, i bet you sweep all the ladies off their feet, huh? ” with a chuckle, she lifts herself onto the counter and cracks open her can of soda. “ do you think i should text him and ask him if i did something wrong? or is that too, uh... obsessive? ”

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i really wanna make a stranger things single muse blog so i would really love some feedback on if i should play a canon ( and who ) OR if i should make an original character ( and what fc ) for the st universe.... thanks!

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did you mean original character to fit into stranger things, or an overall original character with a stranger things fc?

Oc in the st universe!

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winnie was so much more nervouse than she anticipated. this was just holden. she’d hung out with him multiple times and saw him all the time. why was this such a big deal now. winnie and her family filed out of their car and she waved them all off so she could talk to holden. “hi, holden,” she smiled, nervously rubbing her arm as she approached him. “please, i’m the one with the black eye. you look really…cute.” she smiled sweetly. “thanks,” she blushed, looking down. “my mom always put me in yellow or pink, so a yellow dress and her dragonfly hairclip with pink rhinestones.”

“ the black eye suits you, ” he teases, nudging her arm playfully. as pretty as winnie is in formal attire, holden can sense that she feels totally out of her element. honestly, he feels the same way. “ thanks. i’m not used to dressing up for... anything. my mom had to tie my tie for me. ” rolling his eyes with a sigh, he places his hands between winnie’s shoulderblades. “ shall we go inside? i’m starting to sweat through my jacket. ” with a chuckle, he leads winnie inside the building where there’s actually some air conditioning. unfortunately, there’s even more hoity-toity looking people that cause holden to feel a bit overwhelmed. fidgeting his tie nervously again, he glances down at winnie and grimaces. “ how do you cope with all this? ”

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NAOMI SCOTT for Marie Claire Malaysia || May 2019 photographed by Mitchell McCormack.

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Jane “El” Hopper in Stranger Things 3  ⇢  Chapter Two: The Mall Rats

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✄ — wanted plot: he’s sad bc his gf broke up/cheated on him and he’s like “no i’m fine” but he’s definitely not

josie had been working here since she turned sixteen and she actually liked it a lot. sure, she dealt with some annoying customers, but she had her friends at work, most of the customers weren’t that bad, and she thought it was funny when teenage boys tried to hit on her like they had a chance. there was always a new wave of staff members every summer, but there was one boy who’d stood out to her more than any of them. maybe it had to do with how they always seemed to be stationed near each other, but regardless, he was in her mind. she was clad in her usual red varsity shorts that might have been a little too short, her employee ringer tee with the rainbow lettering of ‘adventure peak’ printed on the front, her dirty white chucks, and some tube socks scrunched at her ankles. Josie was in the middle of talking to one of the photographers when she heard a commotion from one of the game booths and she smiled and giggled when her eyes met his while he clearly struggled to fix the machine that blew up the balloons for the ‘bust-a-loon’ game. she excused herself from the other girl and strutted over. “you have to hit the side of it three times to get it going.” the blonde informed him as she leaned over the counter, one of her tan legs perked up slightly.

quirking an eyebrow at the blonde, marshall gives her advice a go. rapping the side of the machine thrice, it hums a moment and then the balloons expand. “ well, ” he mumbles, scratching the back of his head as he witnesses what might be the only miracle that will ever take place at this establishment. “ that was oddly specific. ” with a sigh, he tosses his tools ( random items he found nearby ) to the side, and wipes a bit of sweat from his brow. “ thanks. i would’ve spent the rest of my shift completely clueless. ” there isn’t much else to say to josie since he’s sure she needs to return to her station, but the company is nice. he hasn’t really spoken to anyone in almost a week, but it’s not as if he’s been in the best of moods. “ i bet you don’t have this much trouble over there, huh? ”

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It’s just some stupid story. \ Oh, it’s stupid? \ It’s stupid to get fired over. \ No one’s going to fire us.

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please like this if you would like to plot something with me! i’ll hit up you up with some ideas!!!

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Natalia Dyer for Hunger Magazine         Photographed by Mary Fix

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patrick wasn’t going to lie. seeing the excitement kind of fade from lauren’s face as the door opened hurt like a bitch. but he’d kept his expression the same, curious and eager. he simply wanted to know who the guy leaving the apartment was and what his name was and what he was doing in his current romantic interest’s apartment. “no! i’m not a creep!” patrick exclaimed, offended at the accurate accusation. “i was coming over to ask your opinion on my research proposal, and just so happened to see some strange man in your doorway.” with the mention of the lover boy and their little night on the town, patrick offered a small smile. “hope the date was okay.” and he really meant just okay. any better than that and he could have combust. “i hope you got a good lawyer, lauren.” 

lauren hums, nodding along with his excuse. “ strange man, huh? thought he was ‘fancy schmancy’? ” of course, she’s only teasing patrick. it’s not like she’s that bothered by it. besides, even if he was spying she can’t hardly blame him. if there was a girl coming out of his apartment, she’d be compelled to peek, too. “ it’s a little late for that, but you’re still welcome to come in, ” she offers, smiling up at him as she steps aside. “ the date was amazing, i was just hoping that.... ” trailing off, she wonders if she should even mention it. after all, lauren’s had a bit of a crush on patrick since she’s moved in, but it doesn’t seem to be mutual. as far as she can tell, anyway. it’s not as if she’s an expert with hints and flirting. still, there’s no way someone as cool and handsome and sweet as patrick would ever go for her. “ you know. i was hoping he’d... kiss me goodnight. ”