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I’m actually cackling

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@oh-a-hopper-stan MY THROAT CACKLED

this was what that part in dead mom was like, right (beetlebabes dont even look at this post)

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that’s all. give it to him.

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[“Invisible (Reprise) / On The Roof” playing from another room (or maybe the roof?) on halloween night.mp3]

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Ooooo @oh-a-hopper-stan

some sketches 

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⇢ I had to edit in Shane to show my exact reaction to this the first time I first saw it. 😥

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post the cockroach with the autotuned scat please. i need it

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I FINALLY MADE ONE OF MY OWN!! It’s not the bets but I’m happy with it.

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Oh uhm I was tagged by @oh-a-hopper-stan but I don’t have any tumblr covens or squads— or friends in general so?

Rules: Post a gif that represents you, but it can’t be from a fandom mentioned in your header/bio: then tag some people.

tagged by @crimsonredemption, @yeterah and @cowboy-canoodler i think? thank y’all so much ♥ 

i tag uhhh @rcris123 @yu-gi-owh @somethinwickedthiswayrides @tevinterparamour @official-stefano-valentini @unpocowboys @husbandits @lord-of-thunders @c-kaeru @mistermacguire @arthurmoargn and @samwrittenbysam and everyone who wants to ♥

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Thotty McHotty©

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This is me knowing I have 3, 5,000-word essays, 5 projects, and a 50 double-sided study guide in 2 classes due in two days, and choosing to stay up all night on the last night with nothing done, and dancing.

when the adderall kicks in

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Chapter 4/?: The Sinner’s Side

“What’s that over there?” Charlotte tightened the thick quilt around her body as she looked out the back porch screen door.

Across the yard, there was a huge barn with white markings and symbols covering the expanse of the building. Charlotte could faintly make out a cow calling from inside the barn.

Clementine fixed her black, plain sunhat laying on top of her chocolate curls. She had fixed in a ring piercing to her left nostril, and a beautiful, black dress that had long sleeves and cuts on both sides of her legs to expose them. The dress was flowy, and her smooth legs had black, detached pantyhose and black heels.

She looked like a Sinner would.

“What are you getting all dressed up for?” Charlotte turned to look over at her.

“That is my barn, where I keep my farm animals. If I let them roam, they’d be eaten alive. To answer your second question, I’m heading to town. I’ve got some things to do before my fiancé gets home from his trip. I also need to get you home,” Clementine smiled at Charlotte’s excitement.

“But, please do be more careful out there, remember what I taught you,” Clementine picked up her satchel, piling in some books and files into them.

“Yes ma’am, I understand,” Charlotte slipped her shoes on and moved to Clementine’s side.

“Keep these on, and do not take them off, no matter what you may hear or see or feel or think. Hopefully you won’t have any reason to take them off,” Clementine ties a blindfold around Charlotte’s head to cover her eyes, and places noise-canceling headphones atop her head.

Charlotte wasn’t nor will she ever be prepared to ignore the temptations of the Forest.

Clementine kept Charlotte close as they ventured down the gravel path.

“How dare you, Miss Clementine,” A voice rung through the forest with the wind. Clementine didn’t stop.

“I was looking forward to a meal,” a voice slithered past her ear, sending chills down her back.

“I’m not looking for a fight, I’m dressed in my favorite outfit. If you ruin it, I will drag you to the deep, dark, bellows of hell you belong in,” Clementine tightened her grip on Charlotte’s arm, speeding up their pace.

A maniac laugh passed her ears and she pursed her lips.

“You always make me laugh, Miss Clementine,” the voice couldn’t bother her any longer because they reached the entrance to the Forest.

“Alright, Charlotte,” Clementine helped her take off the headphones and blindfold, Jim stumbling out of his cruiser and crushing Charlotte in a big, bear hug.

Clementine looked up at Jim who nodded at her in thanks.

“No problem, but I wrote down a daily checklist your daughter needs to do every, single day or she will be in danger. My fiancé and I are working on removing the evil from this town, once we have done so, she will continue life as normal. She will not have to train her gifts and she can be normal,” Clementine handed Jim a file containing the two checklists, and a black, nylon bag.

“What’s in this little pouch?” Jim twirled it around to give it a full examination.

“It has a few rocks you need to stick in your window sills, sage, and blessed witch hazel. Smudge the sage around your house, and coat all of your entryways— doorways and window sills— with the blessed witch hazel. Just extra protection,” Clementine smiles.

“Are you a witch?” Jim quirks an eyebrow, and Charlotte lets out a shaky breath of fear.

“Yeah, she is. But she said she wouldn’t hurt us, the kind of witch you’re thinking of isn’t how it works,” Charlotte leans into Hopper’s side, ready to go home.

“You two be careful, I sense a dark energy has penetrated the town. My fiancé told me to wait until he and his friends got back to investigate,” Clementine folded her arms.

Jim looked Clementine over once, before smirking, “Let me guess, you’re going anyway?”

“How do you know me so well, Chief?” Clementine smiled back, shaking her head. She popped out her hip with her hand on the curve of her hip as well.

“Well, go on. I’m not heading off until you two leave,” Clementine hopped into a baby light blue Jeep, the paint faded and chipping a bit. The Jeep had definitely seen better days.

Clementine watched the cruiser pull away from the forest and she left shortly after.

The Sinner’s Side, her favorite part of town. Darian was a very Catholic small town, but of course, there was also a side of rebels who despised what they taught in churches.

Clementine could be considered their inspiration, more like she really is considered so. She showed them the truth, and in return they work for her in town.

Her Sinners didn’t cause violence or riots unless absolutely necessary. The church men, and even women, were horrible. They were corrupt. They usually started it.

For example, she sent two guys to town for some food for a big celebration she was hosting, and these Catholic men threw them out and started beating them up for even showing their faces.

Darian was split into two sides: the Sinners and the (Corrupt) Catholics.

Clementine believed people could have free will, they can believe what they wish. However, it’s a step too far when those people don’t allow others to peacefully believe what they wish.

Parking Roscoe at one of the many clubhouses at Sinner’s Side, Clementine climbed out of the Jeep and headed inside.

She was met with cheers and wolf whistles from the guys in the clubhouse, and she rolled her eyes and smirked.

She sat down with a tall, spastic guy and a tan, rough looking man.

“Hi my love,” Clementine greeted her fiancé.

“Stunning as always,” Stiles Stilinski responded, setting his beer bottle down with a smile for her.

“You two are so sappy sometimes,” Scott McCall chuckled.

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Chapter 3/?: Unnecessary Digging

“I need to go home— Hop is going to kill me if I’m not home in 30 minutes,” Charlotte sat across from Clementine, staring at the food in front of her.

“Sorry, not until I can figure out a safe way to escort you out,” Clementine finished off her plate, then looked up to Charlotte’s flabbergasted expression.

“I don’t care if he’s going to send out a search team,” Clementine rolled her eyes, and Charlotte flushes when she remembers Clementine could read her mind— or her body language she wasn’t so sure yet.

“If you go out there, that thing is going to catch you, gobble up your innocence,” Clementine stood up and walked to the kitchen, plate in hand. Charlotte took the time to check out what she looked like.

Clementine had a curvy figure, very attractive. She certainly didn’t belong in a Catholic town like this. She was big city material. With a rusty red, oversized flannel and medium light-washed skinny jeans, she certainly dressed small-town-like. Charlotte could admit Clementine was smoking hot, but she was also way older than her. She had wisdom and life experience that didn’t match her young appearance.

“I’m older than you think, I remember back when this town was crawling with hysteria,” Clementine’s fingertip ran gingerly across the lining of the bookshelf, her eyes scanning for a certain book before she stopped to look over at Charlotte.

A look of realization dawned over Charlotte’s face.

That was the last piece of information she needed from Clementine to construct a loose theory.

“Our town used to be called Salem,” Charlotte responded, and Clementine smirked in her direction.

“Indeed,” Clementine thumbed through the huge book in her arms.

“The fact that you can remember it like it was yesterday makes goosebumps crawl up my arms...” Charlotte’s eyes brimmed with tears. She wasn’t sad— oh no, no... she was intimidated by the person in front of her.

Clementine looked to the side at her feet for a moment, her chin tilted down, before her eyes lifted to meet Charlotte’s shaking ones.

“And why are you afraid of something like that, Charlotte?”

“Because... Salem’s name wasn’t changed to Darian until after the 1692 Witch Trials...”

Chief Jim Hopper was ... a total asshole let’s be honest. He’s been through a lot ever since his daughter, Sara, passed away from cancer and his wife left him.

He lived in Hawkins, Indiana as the Chief of Hawkins Police, he saved the small town from the Soviets and the Upside Down, and lost the woman he’s sought after for since high school, Joyce Byers.

After escaping tragic death (how, he doesn’t really remember), he ended up in the small, Catholic town of Massachusetts. They were all firm believers in Catholism, it made him cringe. They complain about him smoking and drinking excessively. Every woman was married off by 18, leaving no one to have one night stands with.

He also missed Callahan and Powell, even Flo forcing him to eat apples and stop smoking cigarettes. His team were all no fun to be around, they were all serious.

Hopper turned the ignition off in the truck, and looked around the front yard for any sign of his adopted daughter, Charlotte.

He guessed she was huddled up inside already, it was starting to snow outside anyway.

When he opened the door to his house, something felt wrong. It was like a weight dropped from his throat and straight into his stomach.

“Charlotte!” He called from the entryway, kicking off his boots and shedding off his top to leave him in his white under-tank top, yet a voice startled him.

“She’s not here,” a girl with bouncing curls and a rusty red flannel had her back to him in the kitchen. She was looking at the picture frame in her hands.

Hopper’s hand hovered over his gun at his side, “Where is my daughter?”

“Somewhere safe,” the strange woman tossed the frame onto the counter without a single care to give. Her carelessness caused anger to boil inside him.

“What gives you the right to break into my home and throw my things around?” Hopper’s nose flared in frustration. This woman was starting to get on his nerves.

“What are you gonna do? Arrest me? Oh officer— right, my mistake— Chief, Jim Hopper, please do cuff me,” her voice dripped heavily with sarcasm. Her hands were pushed out with a pout covering her pretty lips.

“Why are you here?” Hopper crossed his thick arms.

“To let you know she is safe. There is something out there you don’t wanna reckon with,” her tone held a darkness, like she was challenged by it as well.

“It lives in the forest,” she finishes with a wave of her hand.

“That’s it? That’s the only lead I get?” Hopper shrugged, his eyebrows furrowing when she dug her pointer finger into his chest, taking his balance for a split second.

“Don’t. You. Dare. Don’t you even THINK about stepping in there,” Clementine’s expression caused his arm hairs to stand up in chills.

“And why not? If you aren’t going to give me my daughter back then I guess I have to go get her myself—“

“YOU CAN’T!”

“WHY NOT?”

“BECAUSE SHE’S DEAD IF EITHER OF US TRY!”

Hopper’s expression softened and he backed down, hoping she would elaborate.

With a deep breath, she stuffed her hands in her pockets, “Trust me, babysitting an angsty, bisexual, horny 17 year old is not fun. She either stares at my ass or my tits 80% of the time. 20% of the time she stares off into space when I try to get her to do something. The entire time she bugs me about stuff.”

“Don’t go around town saying that she’s-“

“I know, Jim. I know. Sinners have to stick together,” her eyes held a ... longing glance as she stared up at him.

“Do you even live in town?” Hopper asked.

“No,” she didn’t explain farther.

“...please protect her,” Hopper looked down at their feet.

“If I don’t, the world may just end, but gradually,” Clementine’s lips pursed as she stared holes into his chest.

“What do you mean by that?” Hopper was afraid to ask.

“You don’t want to know.”

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Chapter 2/?: The Introduction of the Sinner

Wind scatters the gritty sand across the bay.

“Again..” Charlotte mumbles as she watches the waves crash into the crumbling sand. Usually she would be sitting in the sand, watching the waves, until she wakes up. This time, her dream is different.

The dream turns into a dark dream— that of a nightmare.

The waves curl up into the sky, and wood barks up the towers of foamy water into the form of towering trees.

She’s seen these familiar trees before, but they were taller. Like she’s actually inside the forest that lurks around in the back of her head like negative energy.

Her skin instantly breaks into a pasty, pale, and sweaty mess. The energy radiating from this area causes a swirling ball of anxiety grip her stomach and toss it around her rib cage.

This place was— no, is—a place where no living being should wander.

But, that’s what draws people in. The naïve and the weak allow that cold chain masked as false hope of adventure to drag them in with no room for resistance.

That same chain suddenly shoots out from an empty clearing a bit of ways away and clamps around her wrists and ankles. It pulls her to the ground. It begins to lurch her closer, and all she feels is the numbing shock of what could possibly happen. The horror of what could be pulling her— of what could possibly do what it did.

All the suspense regarding her questions is what led to her screaming, but no sound left her.

A black figure stood in the clearing once she was pulled through a bush, yet she couldn’t distinguish any feature about the figure due to the gooey fog raking through the clearing. The trees surrounding the circumference of the clearing were dead and rotten.

Decaying bark peeled down the trunks of the trees, the sound unexpectedly so ear-deafening, yet she couldn’t describe how it sounded. She was still in shock that she couldn’t even distinguish the sound herself. The only thing she could hear is the blood-curdling screams of terror ringing inside her head.

Due to the overwhelming suspense filling her chest, Charlotte’s vision began to fade to black and her body went limp.

Charlotte jolted from her laid position with sweat dripping down her neck. What she assumed as cabin walls, she gazed at the tapestries adorning them.

“Lucid dreaming,” a soothing voice caught Charlotte’s attention.

Charlotte looked around the dimly lit cabin, while fear filled her gut once more.

“There is no need for fear, young one, no need,” the voice returned.

“How did you know—“

“I’m not normal, I’m what your townspeople would call... a Sinner,” Charlotte finally found the owner of the voice— the soft, smooth voice. Her hair was bound at the back of head, her tight, chocolate curls had bounced out of its ponytail. Her eyes had found purchase in the mug she held to the table. Her body looked tense, like she was doing something that made her highly uncomfortable.

“What do you mean by that? What sins have you committed?” Charlotte’s eyes burned the back of the stranger’s head.

“You’ll see, when the time is right,” her voice held a tone that of finality about that certain topic. How did Charlotte catch that just in her voice and body language? It was more of a gut instinct.

“What am I doing here? How did I get here?” Charlotte asked as she pulled the quilt higher up her lap.

“You were dreaming. Lucid dreaming. But it wasn’t you who was in control of your dreaming plane. An evil. Some thing that is evil. It is digging its claws into the roots of this town, and corrupting it. Not that I care about the people or the town itself. It’s disposable. But in this instance it is not. After witnessing your “lucid dream”, I finally realized its intentions.

To answer your questions, you are here because I found you near my house, seizing up in what I believe was shock. You were shaking and you had foam pouring out of your mouth. Along with the foam, a black, thick goop oozed from out of the pores of your face. I’ve never seen anything like it. I was able to bring you out of your unfamiliar state of shock, luckily.”

During the woman’s explanation, Charlotte had took to staring at her lap. Everything she was saying weighted heavily upon her stomach, to the point where she had to run to the trash she noticed while looking around.

“Everything will make sense once I learn your significance,” the woman took a quiet, long sip from her drink while Charlotte bent back up, rubbing the side of her mouth.

“Who are you?”

The woman turned to look at Charlotte over her shoulder, and Charlotte admired her beauty, even though she was seeing her face at an awkward angle. Her eyes were a warm hazel, and her skin was warm as well. Everything about her and her home was warm and comforting. Charlotte could deduce her heritage being Hawaiian. Finally, she spoke.

“Clementine, I am Clementine.”

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Chapter 1/?: Small Town Sins

Her curly hair bounced as she strolled into the movie theater. Her heels clacking against the echoing tile—

“Damnit!” Charlotte shoved aside her laptop and papers, her slender fingers digging into her scalp. She couldn’t find the motivation to write. A certain someone was distracting her from writing her piece to enter into the writing club’s competition.

Ah yes, we start out our story with a young, confused girl. Her name is Charlotte. News of a shy, foreign exchange student from Britain spread through the small town of Darian, Massachusetts like electricity lighting an old tree.

Darian is surrounded by trees for miles. You could will, most definitely, end up lost for days. As a result of this, it is rumored the naïve will wander in and disappear. No one knows where they go.

It is also rumored that a woman lives in the cursed forest. However these are just rumors— don’t get the wrong impression of Darian, Darian is lovely! Such a cute, small town. Cute.

The sound of Charlotte’s locker slamming shut on her, startled her from her thoughts. She was met with the most beautiful, sparkling eyes she’s ever seen.

“Get out of my locker space, tea-lover,” Jackelyn lifted her shoulder as she put in her locker code. Charlotte didn’t care that she was in love with her bully— that’s what made Charlotte so attracted to Jackelyn, like a magnet.

“What are you staring at?” Jackelyn crosses her arms as she looked over at Charlotte.

“Your eyes,” Charlotte responded, which caused a blush to spread over Jackelyn’s face.

“What are you, gay?” Jackelyn spat out, embarrassed. This caused everyone around them to stop and listen. Now Charlotte’s face was red.

“I-I no! I just think your eyes are pretty!” Charlotte shyly closes in on herself, regretting the surge of courage she felt to compliment Jackelyn.

“Sure,” Jackelyn quickly recovered and two of her friends joined from behind her. Jackelyn’s red, cashmere sweater and white, collared shirt underneath made her figure seem curvy.

“I’m- not like that I swear-“ Charlotte tried to convince everyone she was normal, but no one was buying it.

“Alright, you little bastards get outta my way, important cop business,” Chief Jim Hopper split the crowd like he was Moses and the Red Sea. He grabbed Charlotte up and started to guide her away from the scene.

“Chief-“

“Hey- HEY-“ He slammed the door shut to an empty classroom and pointed at the angsty teenager.

“What?!” Charlotte spat back, crossing her arms.

“You can’t- you have to be careful- you know what this town will do to you, they’re a lynchin’ town. If you show any kind of sin toward their church—“ Chief slices his throat with his finger, making a churtling noise.

Charlotte rolled her eyes and looked down at her shoes.

Yeah, Charlotte was... questioning her sexuality. Jackelyn was the only person that she was attracted to. Could she be ‘Jackie-sexual’?

Also, Jim Hopper is her guardian of sorts. Both of her only living relatives— her parents— decided they didn’t want her, so Jim Hopper signed off on Emergency Custody. He had a seemingly rough past that she couldn’t figure out, but she wasn’t going to keep prying. Respect is important in this bond they’re trying to form, she knows that.

“Sorry kid,” Jim looks down at his shoes, sighing.

“Any leads on Miss Clementine?” Charlotte looks up at him. The woman who supposedly lives in the cursed woods hasn’t been seen in weeks. It’s happened before, but recently her disappearance seemed off. The whole town feels like there’s something wrong.

“No, but that’s none of your business kid. You just keep doing angsty teen things, this is adult stuff,” Jim ruffles her hair, and pushes Charlotte out of the classroom so she could be on her way to class.

“Things are changing and it’s not a good change either,” Charlotte whispered to herself as she hurried to class.

Oh was Charlotte unfortunately right.