Spinning around under the spotlight, your clothes flare up, swaying with the breeze. Shimmering in bright cheerily colours. Every single piece of fabric shines under the spotlight, drawing all eyes to you.
Microphone in hand, you prance around the stage, shoes clicking smartly against the ground. You beam and wave, before singing your lungs out. That picture perfect smile never leaving your face, not even for a second.
The perfect, unmatched idol.
The waist is unbearably tight, every single inch of fabric insistent on choking you. Stretching across your skin, leaving raw, red marks imbedded into your body. It’ll never scar, but they’ll burn, throbbing red hot.
Every breath felt like it’ll be your last. Your chest struggles against your clothes, pushing out as far as it’ll go. Your lungs ache, begging for a deeper breath, begging for just one mouthful of air.
Cold sweat peeks out of the nape of your neck. Translucent beads of salt, dripping down into the curve of your back. A dark patch only grows, the wet cloth clinging into your skin.
How you wished for nothing more but to claw this stuffy outfit off you. Much like some feral beast shedding its skin. Tearing off a part of itself.
The shoes pinched and bit, leather teeth sinking into your heels. In protest against the feet placed within them. They were two sizes too small, an efficient way of constraining your movements. Forcing each move to be careful, calculated. Only small, cute movements.
Your toes were smashed together, sardines tightly packed in a can. Your legs screamed in pain, begging for you to stop. Call it quits. Run backstage and collapse.
Yet the crowd was still there. Light-sticks held high, all shining brightly with your colours. Cheers of your fans, watching your performance with starry eyes. They came for you.
You can’t just quit.
More importantly, he was still there.
Clutching onto his phone, a chibi keychain of you dangling from it. He didn’t wave it, but the screen glows. You could see it, even from the stage.
A warm light, almost like the gentle rays of the evening sun. It flows through you, gently caressing the depths of your soul.
Heart thumping wildly in your chest, your fingers tighten around the microphone. Your eyes meet his, a grim determination burning within.
One last song.
Just for him.
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stranger faves screenshot game
need to know who's been your single favorite character at any given point in Stranger Things using screenshots of the exact moment that person first became your fave.
this is not a ranking or a top list! this is for your #1 spot only and who it has belonged to over the years. start with whoever first stood out from the ensemble to you and add a new pic every time someone surpassed them as your new favorite. last pic is your current fave.
I probably already know who your faves are but I wanna know what exact frame of film did it for you.
mine: Joyce lying to Karen. I felt that in my bones -> baby Eleven becomes my legal daughter. hello 911 I'm having chest pains from needing to hug a fictional character -> Max lies to her counselor. hey I identify with this character more suddenly, good things must be coming her way this season!
(tagging some friends but if you see this you're invited) @bananananurr @elmaxjunkie @heroesbyler @aemiron-main @elevenmayfieldz @fantasticdragonglitter @reikunrei @gshepgf @rogueddie @sacchrineskies @henrysglock
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Blimbo I'm gigglimg because
I am gigglering because I just noticed something in the preview PDF I sent you
He is being used to represent Thunderclan… minimalist FireHeart
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