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does the tumblr instant messaging system not work or does the other person not want to talk

a novel by me

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hockstetterisms:

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Patrick sits on a rock at the Quarry, his eyes watching as people swam. He had considered it himself,  but it just didn’t feel right this afternoon….Plus it looked like it was going to rain. Back home he got into an argument with his mother’s boyfriend after the older man asked Patrick to remove the locks from the basement door so they could do laundry. It wasn’t the man’s fault Patrick was so hateful towards him, in fact, Josh often tried to be good to Patrick, getting him anything he wanted and needed, but nothing was enough to silence the rage the teenage boy felt. The lanky brunette only told Josh to go fuck himself before he stormed out of the house, leaving the basement open so they could do the laundry…He swore he heard his mother cry when he left.

Hands rest on his knees as his fingers gently tap against the dark denim. Circular shades hide his eyes as he brushes his hair back. The male was visibly annoyed, hence the sunglasses, he had hoped it hide his expression enough that no one would ask any questions.

Her day had been so good: she went to the library, gathered some more information for her essay (even though it was due to October and it was summer vacation), made a new mixtape  and finished grocery shopping, all in just a few hours. She yearned for more days like that one. Not to mention that the weather was beautiful! Her house was a little far away from the town centre. There was a bridge Amy had to cross but usually Henry Bowers and his gang of meatheads spent time there. She hoped and prayed that neither Henry, nor one of his friends was there. It wasn’t the case. Patrick Hockstetter himself was leaning on the bridge rail and he looked pissed. Very pissed. And if anyone scared her more than Bowers it was Hockstetter.

She couldn’t turn back. The only other route was through the river itself and she had so many things to carry. Amy stopped to take a deep breath. Gripping the bags tighter, she began walking on the opposite side of the bridge. ‘Please don’t see me, please don’t see me, please please please’. 

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hockstetterisms:

There is an amused chuckle to leave the brunette’s lips as he spies on the female, a hand held in front of him as he stares at the stump that had exploded. A slow exhale leaves his lips as he squints, causing the stump to burst into flames. There’s a large grin to pull at his lips as he slowly steps out from cover.

“Look at this, and here I thought I was just going to be on a nice walk. Are you going to put that out or burn the whole forest down?” The male plays coy, his eyes shifting back to the stump.

Taken by surprise by the masculine voice, Amy turned around and jumped back. “I didn’t, I-” She was at a loss of words. All she could think of was putting the fire out. Acting quickly, she leaped onto her backpack, pulled out a water bottle and poured it all on the stump while the boy did nothing to help her. What a jerk. 

“How... how long have you been here?” She realised he must have seen that the flame was her doing but decided to act clueless.

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Reminder to self:

Your writing seems boring and predictable because 

You wrote it

You’ve read it like eight million times.

A person who has never read it before does not have this problem. 

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if anyone knows @zombycrs‘s information, please get in contact with me or the police immediately so we can check to make sure she’s okay.

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// Saw Justice League yesterday. BOI.

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               // @hockstetterisms

              Humming Led Zeppelin’s ‘Immigrant Song’, Amy found the perfect spot to practice her abilities. One by one, she lined a few bottles and cans on an old fence. (Luckily, the place was remote and abandoned. Or so it seemed.) And, one by one, the targets turned into tiny pieces of glass, plastic and aluminium. The bigger the target, the more blood dripped from her left nostril. However, she got bored of exploding only small objects. She wanted to try something tougher. Scanning the area, Amy then directed her energy into a tree stump which boomed into hundreds of chips and pieces of wood. Satisfaction was written all over her face but the smug smile disappeared when the remaining of the stump started burning and smoke rose from it.

              “Shit shit shit! Oh, fuck’s sake, why is there no way to undo this? Oh, God!”

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steve harrington in stranger things season 2

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Sixteen Candles (1984)

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Stranger Things 2 book covers.

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// got no lights but at least i got internet lol #romania

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VERSUS!  FIGHT! D D D D D D

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headcanon #001

Since One was Brenner’s first experiment, he made many mistakes with her. Instead of making himself a father figure to her, he treated her like a literal object/weapon. And since that was One’s purpose, Hawkins Lab also taught her English, Russian, history, geography, mathematics and politics (Russia = bad, USA = good) so she could destroy the enemy from the inside out once the time would come. After One nearly burned herself to a crisp, Brenner started abducting children and treating them (to a certain degree) like his own children, calling himself Papa. The reason One managed to not get caught by the Lab after her ‘suicide’ was the Lab’s own doing: they taught her too many things for their own good.

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@zombycrs​

              She’d heard of the disappearance of Will Byers, of course, but her parents always told her to stay out of trouble, even though she desperately wanted to know more. But after so many things pointed to the involvement of Hawkins Lab, Amy kept her distance. When Will Byers came back from the dead, she decided get close to him, mostly to find out anything she could about the damned Lab, but also to try and comfort the poor kid. She knew exactly what it meant to “die” and come back to life.

             She stood in the cafeteria, tray in her hand, watching as some kids called Will several nasty names. Her dark brown eyes landed on one of the bullies’ food. She concentrated for a few moments and soon spaghetti and meatballs started flying straight onto the kid’s shirt. Laughter filled the cafeteria as Amy made her way to Will’s table.

             “Is this seat taken?”

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Guys what if Will and Mike turned all their experiences with the Upside Down into a comic book? Mike, the DM, would write out the story and give everything words. Then the ever talented Will Byers would illustrate the whole thing. To them it would be real but it would sell as one of the most popular Sci-Fi comics ever. How beautiful would that be?