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OKAY HERE’S THE DEAL I am making single muse blogs for J/ohnny C/astle and D/ally W/inston and YOU CAN’T STOP ME but here’s what you can do... I need an odd three, who should be my other solo??

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    Watts :  ❛  are you still mad at me?  ❜

    he needed a health credit, and there was no way he was getting stuck behind some hot plate accident waiting to happen in a cooking class. so parenting it was, and somehow he’d talked Susan into joining him. actually, Keith wasn’t altogether sure she was officially signed up for the class, but since she was in attendance to any class, administration didn’t seem to have any complaints. whatever the case, he was relieved and scared out of his mind when they were assigned their pretend-child for the semester. “mad? no, no. freaked out? that’s a way to describe what I’m feeling right now.” he stood over their plastic baby which he’d just broken out of the LOCKED bathroom it was left in. 

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i can’t… starters edit as you see fit!

i can’t see eye to eye with you

i can’t give up like this

i can’t just leave

i can’t ever forgive you

i can’t just move on and forget

i can’t change my mind after all

i can’t go this way

i can’t pretend nothing happened

i can’t turn my back on you

i can’t go back to the way we were

i can’t see the future from here

i can’t climb that high

i can’t sink that low

i can’t cross a river like that

i can’t just sing my sorrows out

i can’t love the way you do

i can’t see the good in people

i can’t believe you’d say something like that

i can’t just think everyone i meet is evil

i can’t ignore true intentions

i can’t not consider the past in my actions

i can’t ever go back to a place like that

i can’t ask you to come

i can’t ask you to stay nor to leave

i can’t get them to back away

i can’t beg you to forgive me

i can’t keep going like this

i can’t take you seriously when you act that way

i can’t listen to you speak like this

i can’t do something like that that easily

i can’t just run in there and announce my presence

i can’t have people thinking i’d do something like this

i can’t be seen with you

i can’t stay away from you

i can’t take something like this from you

i can’t believe we’d ever even make it this far

i can’t see the sky from here

i can’t swim that far out

i can’t hold my own in a situation like this

i can’t talk to people who act like that

i can’t sustain one more second of this

i can’t hold out much longer

i can’t even begin to describe just how fucked up that is

i can’t fix this anymore

i can’t pretend i did this for noble reasons

i can’t claim i believe in humanity or you

i can’t lie about something as big as this

i can’t forgive myself for even the smallest mistake

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‘TOL AND SMOL’ PROMPTS

feel free to combine these with dialogue whether it’s something you make up or from other memes your partner has reblogged. 

[ BEND ]  for the shorter muse to tug the taller muse down so they can kiss their forehead. 

[ LEAN ]  for the taller muse to lean down to kiss the shorter muse’s forehead. 

[ LIFT ]  for taller muse to lift up the smaller one and sit them on a surface where they can be eye level. 

[ CLIMB ]  for the shorter muse to find somewhere to perch so they can be eye level with taller muse. 

[ INTERRUPT ]  for shorter muse to stop during the middle of a conversation and stand on a chair/sit on a table so they can be eye level with the taller one. 

[ GIVE ]  for the taller muse to place their jacket around the shorter muse’s shoulders,  the garment essentially ‘swallowing them whole.’

[ TAKE ]  for the taller muse to find the shorter one has ‘borrowed’ a shirt/sweater/jacket etc.  which is oversized on them.  

[ GO ]  for the taller muse to pick up the shorter one and carry them away from a potential/just started fight. 

[ RIDE ]  for the taller muse to give the shorter one a piggyback ride so they don’t have to keep up. 

[ SEE ]  for shorter muse to insist on getting to ride on the taller one’s shoulders.  

[ FIND ]  for the taller muse to lift the shorter one by the waist so they can reach something. 

[ EMBRACE ]  for the taller muse to lift the shorter muse off the ground when they hug. 

[ CATCH ]  for the shorter muse to run and jump into the taller muse’s arms. 

[ CARESS ]  for the taller muse to pick up the shorter one to kiss them. 

[ GIVE ]  for the shorter muse to stand or climb to sit on a higher surface to demand a kiss from the taller one. 

[  PULL  ]  for the shorter muse to tug the taller one down by the collar to kiss them. 

[ URGE ]  for the taller muse to tilt the shorter one’s chin up so they can look at their face. 

[ LOWER ]  for the taller muse to kneel in front of the shorter one so they’re less intimidating. 

[ HELP ]  for the taller muse to use the advantage of their stature to shield the shorter one from something. 

[ AID ]  for the taller muse to pick up the shorter one to lift them over something  (  stairs,  while hiking, a large puddle etc.  ). 

[ INSIST ]  for the shorter muse to guide the taller one to sit so they don’t have to keep looking up. 

[ COMFORT ]  for the taller muse to tuck their chin atop the shorter one’s head while they hug. 

[ MELT ]  for the taller muse to lean down so they can bury their face into the shorter one’s shoulder. 

[ GENTLE ]  for the smaller muse to hug the taller one while they are seated so the taller one can hide their face against them. 

[ BLOCK ]  for the taller muse to stand in front of the shorter one to prevent them from having to see something. 

[ CUDDLE ]  for the taller muse to the big spoon. 

[ HELD ]  for the shorter muse to be the big spoon. 

[ TENDER ]  for the taller muse to kiss the shorter one’s head while they embrace. 

[ GENTLE ]  for the shorter muse to kiss the taller one’s chest while they hug. 

[ REST ]  for the shorter muse to lean forward and press their forehead against the tall one’s chest/shoulder while they stand in front of each other. 

[ TOUCH ]  for the taller muse to lean down and press their forehead to the shorter one’s. 

[ PRESS ]  for the shorter muse to take hold of the taller one’s face to pull them down so they can press their foreheads together. 

[ GAZE ]  taller muse is sitting and the shorter one who is standing in front of them takes their face into their hands while they talk. 

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🐝  *  ―  𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻𝒀 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.

❛  are we actually doing the right thing?  ❜ ❛  are you bleeding?  ❜ ❛  are you even sorry?  ❜ ❛  are you still mad at me?  ❜ ❛  are you sure you’re gonna be okay on your own?  ❜ ❛  can’t we just be friends again?  ❜ ❛  can we pretend this never happened?  ❜ ❛  can you help me with this?  ❜ ❛  didn’t you listen to what i just said?  ❜ ❛  did you ever even love me?  ❜ ❛  don’t you believe me?  ❜ ❛  do you trust me?  ❜ ❛  do you understand what that means?  ❜ ❛  do you want to talk about it?  ❜ ❛  haven’t you heard the news?  ❜ ❛  have you ever cared about anyone other than yourself?  ❜ ❛  how did you do that?  ❜ ❛  how will i ever be able to repay you?  ❜ ❛  is it my fault?  ❜ ❛  is there anything i can do for you?  ❜ ❛  was all of this just a lie?  ❜ ❛  we’re gonna survive this, right?  ❜ ❛  what are you doing here?  ❜ ❛  what do you want from me?  ❜ ❛  what have you done to them?  ❜ ❛  what makes you think i’m going to help you?  ❜ ❛  when was the last time you ate something?  ❜ ❛  when will it stop?  ❜ ❛  when will you ever grow up?  ❜ ❛  where were you last night?  ❜ ❛  who did this to you?  ❜ ❛  who the hell are you?  ❜ ❛  why can’t you just let it go?  ❜ ❛  why didn’t you tell me sooner?  ❜ ❛  why did you leave me?  ❜ ❛  why don’t you come home with me?  ❜ ❛  why would you do something like that?  ❜ ❛  will you call me when you got there safely?  ❜ ❛  will you please tell me what happened?  ❜ ❛  will you stop doing that?  ❜

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         I can feel in my bones today is gonna be a bitch and a half, but let’s fuckin goooo bc I have denial and the power of daydreaming about these muses on my side *strikes pose*

[othersiders]

Even though it's Monday and Mondays are always shitty days. I still wanna wish you a lovely day or hope you had a lovely day. I send you all of my happy cuddles and happy smiles and hope you'll feel okay today. Love you…. ( incoming hug ) You are the besy, lovely.

thanks, cutie!! this was nice to wake up to before starting my day. you're so sweet! 😊😊😊

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       The only things I care about in this goddamn                            life are me, my drums, and you.

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telekinsis:

                   HONESTLY,    THEIR    TOWN    WASN’T    MUCH,    AND    YET    SO    MUCH    HAD    happened    in    the    past    few    years.    Ever    since    that    boy    disappeared    during    November    something    just    keeps    happening.    Of    course,    she    knew    there    were    more    secrets    that    this    place    didn’t    share.    Like    Hawkins    Lab.    It    was    said    it    was    just    electrical    sciencey    things    that    they    did    inside,    but    she    knew    the    truth.    She    knew    the    truth    without    fully    understanding    it.    Her    mom    told    her.    She    had    proof    of    it    with    just    being    alive.    

                    SHE    LET    OUT    A    SOFT    CHUCKLE    AT    HIS    PERSONALITY.    IT    was    a    much    needed    one    these    days,    “    No    offense    taken,    ”    she    reached    out    a    hand    for    his    own,    “    Indeed    I    was.    Not    really    sure    what    my    plans    are.    Like    if    I    will    leave    this    place    or    stay    here    forever,    ”    the    idea    of    staying    here    forever    wasn’t    a    first    choice,    “    Well,    I    do    hope    people    haven’t    been    treating    you    badly.    Never    fun    to    have    all    eyes    on    you.    Where    are    you    from?  ”

         Jonathan had laid out the basics to Argyle about what kind of place Hawkins was, and generally what they’d been going through before they came out to the west coast. he focused more on the relationships left behind than the events themselves. Argyle got the feeling he was in denial about a lot of things, and it wasn’t in his nature to push for answers. content to vibe and live in the present, Argyle supported his friend hence his presence in the small town his buddy grew up in. for better or worse. his eyebrows shot up at her offered hand, and he answered by throwing his arms around her for a firm, inviting hug. “forgive my west coast manners, but we don’t really shake hands where I come from!” he let her go and beamed down with an easy grin. “I’d show you how to slap some skin, but I figured a hug would be less of a culture shock.” 

         “I’m Argyle by the way. Californ-i-a export! I don’t think I got your name?” he nodded at her explanation and shrugged his shoulders like she’d made a fair point. no one really knew what they would do until they did it, and he respected that. “you’re always welcome to my neck of the woods if you get a craving for sun, fun, and the best pizza around. you should give the pineapples a try, my highest recommendation! it pairs excellent with ham and extra cheese.” Argyle put curled fingers to his lips to produce a chef’s kiss with a hooded gaze. “I haven’t had much time to mingle with the locals. so no rude dudes so far, I’m happy to report. your my first encounter so far outside my party.” 

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mysharxna:

the   grin   on   sharona’s   face   widened   as   eddie   finally   agreed   to   her   pleas.   though   she   was   still   hoping   that   after   this   dance   he   would   want   to   stay   a   while   longer.   maybe   she   could   even   convince   him   to   have   one   more   drink   before   he   dragged   her   away   from   the   party.   ❝   cross   my   heart,   munson.   have   i   ever   lied   to   you   ?   ❞   the   question   definitely   rhetorical   since   sharona   has   lied   on   more   than   one   occasion.   once   eddie   finally   gave   her   room   to   dance,   sharona   didn’t   waste   any   time   moving   her   hips   in   time   to   the   music.   the   lyrics   flowing   easily   through   her   lips   as   she   danced   along;   head   head   turning   to   eddie   to   give   him   a   bright   smile.   however,   sharona   didn’t   account   for   the   other   people   in   the   room   and   someone   bumped   right   into   her;   knocking   her   off   her   feet   slightly.   a   frown   settled   on   her   lips   as   she   stared   at   the   offending   presence   and   moved   to   lunge   at   him.   ❝   hey!   watch   where   you   walking,   dickhead   !   ❞   it   wouldn’t   be   a   party   if   sharona   didn’t   try   and   start   a   fight.

         his head fell back as he mimed a robust laughter at her question. Eddie gripped his gut and really hammed up his reaction. “should I answer that in chronological or alphabetical order?” his hand rest loosely on her hip as she began to rock out, and Eddie followed suit. his head coming forward to shake out his long hair to the bass drum kicks of the chorus. jumping on the balls of his feet, he moved with the pace she set and pressed his waist to hers after he was through banging his head. watching as she sang along, he gave her the spotlight while producing an air guitar with his free hand, biting his lip as he played out the imaginary power cords. they might as well have been putting on their own private concert if reality didn’t knock its way back into the scene. not too unlike a pit at a real concert. except they weren’t on stage anymore, but they’d been transported back to the masses and nearly pushed to the ground. this time, he would’ve went along with her. so focused on their fun, Eddie almost didn’t catch her as he’d planned to do all along. stumbling himself, he righted them soon enough and in time for Sharona to give the offender a piece of her mind. his arm redoubled around her waist to pull her back. “yeah, man! take a walk before she rips your face off!” he warned the jerk with a maniacal smile. 

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         ✨like this to plot thru ims or discord✨

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mysharxna:

this   was   a   side   of   herself   that   sharona   had   rarely   shown   anyone.   her   usual   cool   demeanor   had   melted   away   thanks   to   the   help   of   one   too   many   drinks   that   night.   she   wouldn’t   be   surprised   if   people   at   school   tomorrow   talked   about   it   but   that   was   a   problem   for   future   sharona.   a   pout   formed   on   her   lips   as   he   lifted   her   off   the   ground;   clearly   not   wanting   the   fun   to   be   over   just   yet.   ❝   no   !   ❞   she   whined,   tying   to   wiggle   out   of   his   grasp   so   she   could   grab   another   drink.   ❝   it’s   not   even   that   late   yet   and   people   are   still   dancing.   ❞   almost   as   if   it   was   on   cue,   rock   you   like   a   hurricane   started   blasting   through   the   house.   ❝   OH   !   we   can’t   leave   yet.   we   can’t   !   ❞   sharona   shook   her   head   as   she   tried   to   tug   eddie   in   the   direction   of   the   dance   floor.   ❝   c’mon   just   one   more   dance.   ❞

         I got to leave - it’s time for the show... “fuck,” Eddie pronounced when she wiggled out of his grasp and back into the fray of the party to the Scorpions anthem. his eyes widened as big as plates when she tried to take him along. digging his heels in, it was almost sacrilegious to deny the call of the metal tune that begged to be headbanged to, but Eddie was on a quest. he couldn’t leave her in this state surrounded by idiots who couldn’t give a shit if she made a fool of herself, or worse yet, fall again and do serious damage to herself. his head looked this way and that for any sort of assistance, but he knew he’d be riding his white knight mission solo. as Sharona talked him into sticking around, he was caught by her last bid: one more dance. “deal! fine! one more,” he signaled with one finger between their faces. “you promise? you gotta promise to take it EASY, okay? just... stay close to me. we can dance.” his arm returned to her waist but more loose this time to give her ample room to move. in case she lost balance again, though, he’d have her covered. once he was confident he had her, Eddie started to dissolve into the rhythm of the song, head rocking easily along to the beat. 

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mysharxna:

@othersiders·: how many fingers am i holding up?

brown   eyes   squint   as   the   metalhead   held   his   fingers   in   front   of   her   face.   she   had   taken   quite   the   tumble   from   dancing   on   top   of   the   table;   the   jack   and   cokes   not   really   helping   with   her   balance.   and   she   might   have   hit   her   head   a   little   bit   on   the   way   down.   but   this   was   a   party   !   it   would   be   a   waste   for   her   not   to   get   as   trashed   as   she   possibly   could.   she   leans   a   bit   closer   before   she   finally   responds.   ❝   uh……   three   !   ❞      she   replies   with   confidence;   though   she’s   not   entirely   sure   if   that   was   the   correct   answer.   ❝   hey,   eds,   how   many   fingers   am   i   holding   up   ?   ❞   she   holds   up   her   middle   finger   and   a   laugh   escapes   her   lips;   almost   falling   backwards   again.   yeah,   she   was   definitely   wasted.

         he was two heartbeats away from holding up his middle finger to check her concussion likelihood, but he thought that would be too mean since she face planted in front of all these people. not to mention, she was clearly out of her mind drunk. Eddie liked to think he was chivalrous when it came to certain people, following in the immaculate example of one of his heroes Ronnie J. Dio. now he just felt like a tool to see she picked up his original idea and ran with it. Eddie let out a tired breath to disguise his brief show of amusement that she'd actually flipped him off instead and pressed the devil horns he was holding against his forehead to pray for patience. “alright, lady graceless. I think the party’s over.” he hoisted her back up from under her armpits and used his arm around her waist to keep her steady. “should’ve seen THAT ONE coming,” he muttered remembering her flipping him the bird before she wiped out. 

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untilthcyrot:

               ❝ Easy. Have a really good lookout. ❞

         “ingenious. you know, I got a whole club that could lookout for me, but I’ve never considered that. maybe I have some Freudian complex that makes me WANT to get caught.”

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upsidehell:

            Shrugging off his the words, the girl knew he meant no malice with them. If anything she was understanding of them. Everyone looked at her like she was a freak, every few weeks she’d disappear and return covered in bruises and needled marks from her stay at the lab. Nobody beyond their close circle of friends had ever asked why she came back like this, and often she knew the ones that did really didn’t care, they were just gossip baiting. “I get it Ed’s I really do. For the first time ever there’s a bigger world out there than just this place.” she sighed, the lingering feeling of her own failure coming to the surface.

Fingers slowly plucked at the peeling paint that was coming away from the table and with a blissful sigh the girl couldn’t help but find a little light at the end of the tunnel. “But can I just say how proud I am of you. Not only are you going to ace Ms O’Donnell’s final, but we’re going to graduate together.” she grinned, nudging him under the table, “And I may or may not have a little surprise for you after we get our diploma’s. A gift to say thank you for putting up with me all these years.” Vicky wasn’t usually the gift giving type, not that she didn’t enjoy doing it, quite the opposite actually but it was just very rare she had any money left over after paying towards the house bills and her constant breakdown fee’s on her precious truck ‘Jerry’.

“Don’t do that.” whispered the girl, a warm flush of pink rising to the surface of her cheeks. “I’m just as lost as you are in this place. I mean…” she sighed, “with Rick in and out of jail every couple of weeks, and working two jobs on top of school. I just— I just get by y’know? Nothing wise or special about it.” admitted the brunette.

         he watched her play with the chipped paint on the table and dropped the plastic fork in favor of taking her hand away from her task. Eddie wasn’t sure if she was fidgeting out of boredom or the momentary shared anxiety as they sat together, but he didn’t want those feelings to weigh her down. turning her hand over, his other hand came up to smooth the lines of her palm with his callused finger tips, roughed up by years of playing guitar. “it was always there, Vick. it just looked different when we were younger, that’s all. all inviting and like a big dish of ice cream we wanted to swim in and eat up. now it’s turning into something kinda scary.” a small grin formed on the corner of his lips as she praised him. shaking out his hair, he waved away her compliment. 

         Eddie continued to draw patterns on her hand, glancing up at her every now and then. “oh stop! it’s not a done deal yet. it still means a lot, and I couldn’t have done it without you. you know that right?” he feigned a great deal of pain and suffering when she nudged him, pretending it hurt more than it did to lighten the mood. he was allergic to being serious when it came to anything but music and DnD. his horror melted into excitement at the mention of a gift. “for moi? what ever could it be, huh? you gotta tell me now. you brought it up! you can’t just leave me hanging like that. it’s cruel and unusual punishment.” 

         his eyes lit up and his teasing momentarily put on pause when he caught sight of her blush. a tender sort of look warmed his features and Eddie leaned in to catch more of it. “do what, huh?” his fingers left her hand long enough to brush the apple of her cheek. “you blushing, Lipton? on account of me? well, isn’t that interesting...” his hand squeezed hers at the mention of her troubles at home. Rick was a good friend, but Eddie didn’t want to end up like him. he was sorry Vicky had to deal with it all the time. “I know, I know. hey, can we dream talk for a second? leave reality and getting by behind for a little while.” his smile bloomed to full force showing rows of white teeth. 

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strcngergirls:

It was refreshing to hear that Chrissy wasn’t the only one who wanted out of this town. She didn’t know much about Eddie’s home life, but if it were anything like hers, she could empathize with the wanderlust. Her mother was more of a prison warden than a parent and her father was more of a phantom, lingering from time to time but mostly existing as a fleeting presence. If she could leave Hawkins, move somewhere far away and start a new life all on her own terms, she could become something greater. If she had the freedom to fly, she might never come back down.

“I’m thinking of doing the same.” She admitted with a coy smile. She hadn’t told anyone about her plans of leaving, not her parents nor her teammates. Not even Jason knew of her plans to escape the minute her diploma touched her fingers. Chrissy would disappear like a thief in the night, a puff of smoke, leaving a lifetime of memories and broken dreams behind to achieve something real. 

“I was thinking of New Orleans, but it’s still up in the air.” It was a wild choice, she knew, but it was enticing. Hawkins was uptight and boring, and she craved somewhere that was the exact opposite. The drama and lights of New York didn’t interest her much, and neither did the beaches of Miami. San Francisco sounded nice enough to visit, but Chrissy wanted a happy-medium. New Orleans was different enough, far enough, and stranger enough for her. “Where were you thinking? Maybe I’ll hitchhike with you on the way out.”

         ed almost started laughing when she jumped on his band wagon. he automatically pictured her in some ivy league college or maybe even an all girls school depending how uptight her parents were. she’d be tucked away safe getting the best of the best, and it was what she deserved. his heart only clenched when the added thought that she deserved that and more creeped its way into that train of thought. it was a perfect life for a perfect girl, but there was more out there, and she deserved to experience it. so when she started about New Orleans and hitchhiking with him, his heart nearly stopped beating altogether from the shock.

         “I’m sorry, but what are you planning to do in New Orleans? I’m sure there’s much better schools on the east coast. or like, I could totally see you in Beverly Hills with the world at your fingertips,” he grinned madly as he posed like one of those valley girls they’ve seen in the movies. he wasn’t making fun of her in the least, but she was just part of that world in his mind. no doubt when he said he was getting out, she might have pictured him greased up in some garage or working in a dive bar. it’s just the way it was. Eddie clapped his hands and doubled over, folding his arms around his stomach and tilting his face closer to her space. “you wanna catch a ride with me? color me surprised, princess. don’t get me wrong, I’d be honored to offer you my chariot anytime, but are you sure?” his eyes narrowed in suspicion, testing her resolve or seeing if she was only humoring him for this unique conversation. 

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untilthcyrot:

               ❝ I didn’t realize that goth girls had to be completely emotionless. I guess that means that not everyone is what they seem. ❞ Lydia happened to be a girl of many layers, ones that nobody dared to take the time to peel back. The girl sarcastically snorted to herself. ❝ I highly doubt that. ❞ Call it self-esteem issues if you wanted to, but she doubted she really dazzled him.

         “who said emotionless?” his eyebrows furrowed as he gave her a crooked look coated with confusion. “I can agree with that point in every context. for example, I’ll bet you think I’m an asshole punk, but the truth is, I’m a punk asshole with a great sense of humor.” he winked. “the one thing I don’t joke about, though, is when I’m dazzled. when you said you’re different, I agreed with that too.”