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   THERE’S A SOLEMN LOOK ON HER FACE   as she  dusts  makeup on the other’s   CHEEKS,   a sort of  graceful focus that caused  painted lips to close into a line  &  for regal chin to    tip upward  ever-so-slightly.   rocky was in another world,   doing the other’s   MAKEUP  with all the gentleness and love of a   mother.    after a moment,   though,   something seems to bring her to the surface: she lets out the   SOFTEST  of chuckles,    before  glancing at the other and asking:     “    --    do you wanna know about the time i first put on makeup?”

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   ROCKY:   misc.  aesthetic board.   outfits,  hands,  and tattoo. 

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  LAUGHTER TO MATCH HER DAUGHTER’S   floats past rocky’s lips,  pride the sole cause of her   twinkling brown eyes,  of her bright smile,   of the  HAPPY NOISE  of her giggles!   “ ---    you’re messing up my foundation!”  rocky cried in PROTEST,  more complaining laughter resounding through the air as she  WIGGLED AWAY  from the shorter.   “you’re gonna kill me,  baby  -   this stuff ain’t cheap!”   HASTILY  pulling out  crappy old   PINK FLIP / PHONE,  observing her face in the  DARKNESS  of the idle screen  before  CLAPPING  a prim hand over her mouth.   “hooooooly shit,  you really covered my face!”

rocky turns her head to look at the other so  QUICKLY,   her bob of black hair almost whips herself in the face.   “you’re gonna have to pay for this,  hon.   pay in the only way possible ...”     &   SUDDENLY,   SHE’S POUNCED!  arms tight around her smaller frame,  squeezing hard,   kissing her face right back!!   “--   SWEET REVENGE!” 

                  * OPEN / MODERN AU.

                  * OH, SUMMER RAYS FALL DOWN onto you as you readjust the pin holding back your bangs. skirt of rose is worn, wind making the fabric move, hands soon falling down to make sure everything looked good. white button up is tucked into your skirt, proper and precise. you look like a goddess: winged eyeliner perfect, lipstick shade of velvet cherry put on nicely, mascara applied along with a light shade of carbon eyeshadow. ( perfection is so rarely achieved yet here you are, a beautiful ethereal being ! ). smirk shifts to a smile as you press kisses all over their face, lipstick stains left behind. you stare at them, laughter bubbling up until it explodes out.

                                     “ — please let me take a photo of you, this is the best thing i’ve seen ! “ 

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  “HEY,  HEY,   i wasn’t about to say anything negative!   i was just pointing it out.”   bright  pink lips  curl into   PLEASED SMILE  --   hand moves  to cup eddie’s  CHEEK  for a moment  before  PATTING  his face fondly.    “you look great,   baby.   really.  what’s the occasion?”

            “Yes I h a v e a flower in my h a i r and n o I don’t t h i n k anything is w r o n g with it. Why can’t guys w e a r flowers in their h a i r?”

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rocky is such a refreshing character to come back to because like ... she’s a character who can really grow and change with me? like she’s Definitely not the same character she was when i first made this blog? i didn’t even have a Name for her when i first made this blog and now she’s got friends and this whole Universe surrounding her and it’s just ... IT’S WILD 

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 SHE ALMOST CAN’T ANSWER!   her grin is too wide,  too excited, to have uncovered this precious secret about her sweet little lizzie girl:  she had mad guitar skills!  rocky’s arms spread out wide for a moment and then fell with a slap back down her side,  and she says almost incredulously,  “i just came to get my ukulele fixed?  but god damn?  you’ve got some explaining to do!”  rocky exclaims almost  BREATHLESSLY  with excitement. 

“---    you never told me you could play guitar!  and like,  you play it good!  you didn’t even say anything when i first introduced you to janet!”  rocky’s hot pink ukulele currently cooped up and stained in her beat-up BACKPACK  slung across her shoulder,  that is.  “think of all the jamming we could’ve been doing,  liz!   think of it!” 

            She’s hiding in the guitar section, shy about her skills, keeping the fire engine red electric guitar unplugged. She’s moderately good at guitar, she even taught some of it to Richie. She plays a small riff before going into the song, quietly singing along. It’s quiet in the store and the distinct ring of a bell can be heard but Lizzie is so in the zone that she pays no mind to it.

           She does stop however, when a pair of shoes are in front of her. She looks up and blushes, cheeks filling with a cute pink hue. “O-Oh h-ey…” She’s ungodly shy now, the music stopping all together. “What are you doing here…?”

@wanderderry / sc.

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 changedhistory:

        ❛  I BROKE INTO HIS LAB.  ❜        this was an event that COMPLETELY changed his life, but he also regretted it. ❛  i was d a r e d to. y’know everybody said that he was a complete LUNATIC, so i – ah – wanted to see if that was true – and,  ❜ there was a rather CLICHE pause. ❛  the rest is HISTORY.   ❜ the first question was easy but how would one even begin to describe what doc is like? ❛  uhhhhhhh.i would describe him as ERRATIC and LOUD  ——–  but friendly !  ❜

   LAUGHTER FLOATS PAST PAINTED LIPS  at his very simple explanation,  head momentarily  TOSSING BACK  as she imagines it.   “damn,  marty!    look at you!”  rocky giggles in delight,  hand moving to tuck a loose strand of black hair behind her ear.   “that’s actually ... a really cool story,  though?  i’m glad you two are close and he didn’t, like.  call the cops on you?”  a stray giggle escapes her, head shaking.   “what a pair.”

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“ --   FIRST DAY OF SCHOOOOOL!”   here comes the sing-song voice. uh-oh, jane.   she told you you’d regret requesting her presence day to day at school. rocky had been fine doing classes privately as she was, jumping between tutors and community college in order to catch up --   and she was fine doing this,  a chameleon who adapted to their environment!    SURE,  it’d be a little more  WORK  and a lot more  social interaction,   but she didn’t mind it if it made her little sister a little happier.

“ooo,   c’mere.  i love you so much.”  yup,  right in the middle of jane’s friend group,  giving the younger a  BIG SQUEEZE  and a kiss on top of her curly hair. “this was the best idea.   now i get to see you so much.  and embarrass you.”   fingers come gently beneath jane’s  chin,  tilting her chin upward in fondness.  “you’re gonna get so sick of me,  baby.” 

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Alia Shawkat for OUT Magazine

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‘ those suckers got you pretty good, huh? ’ - realanger

  “HEH.   YEAH.”    stinging hand,  formerly  pressed ‘gainst the PAVEMENT / skin peeling from the rude collision,   CLAPS  against the other girl’s as she HELPFULLY  assists rocky in standing up off the ground.   the taller girl moved to dust herself off  &  to wipe  the trail of  BLOOD  that had begun oozing from her nose.  after a second,  she bent down to pick up her  GLASSES,  flung off her nose in the scuffle  --   and then blinked heavily as the other girl’s FACE came into focus.  “nothing a girl like me can’t handle,  though  --    and i can clearly say the same for you.”

 “...    but really.   thanks for helping me out,  there.  they could’ve got me even worse,   had you not ...”    WAVING  manicured hand in the direction of her predators,  whose thundering footsteps could still be heard as they  DASHED in fear.   “ ... done...   whatever it is you did.  what did you do,  by the way?  i would love it if men ran and screamed whenever i entered a building.  you gotta teach me your tricks, sis.”  // @realanger

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  “I MEAN ...    that’s   sorta   fair!   the guy that gave me my job is pretty old, and we’re pretty good friends.”  rocky tilted her head to the side,  inky locks falling over her shoulder,  and  CONTEMPLATIVELY  tapped her finger on her chin.  “but i mean, like ...    how’d you guys meet?    what’s he like?” 

      ❛  NO IT’S NOT       creepy that one of my CLOSEST  friends is a seventy-year-old man !  ❜    @wanderderry​ / sc

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i jumped on that BANDWAGON

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Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Select from the following for my muse to respond to...

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes

♕: Holding hands

♖: Having their hair washed by your muse

♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.

♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort

♙: Sharing a bed

♚: Head scratches

♛: Sharing a dessert

♜: Shoulder rubs

♝: Reading a book together

♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)

♟: Patching up a wound

♤: Taking a bath together

♧: Your muse playing with their hair

♡: Accidentally falling asleep together

♢: Forehead or cheek kisses

♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.

♣: Back scratches

♥: Your muse crying about something

♦: Slow dancing

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   SHE EASILY PULLS AWAY THE  moment  bill begins to stir  -  knowing that the boy was fond of personal space! -    and begins to frame it against the different items around the counter.   “hell yeah,  boy,   i’m gonna hang it up!”  her voice still TREMBLED  with excitement,   the excitement of a voice that hadn’t received any kind of thoughtful gift regarding her interests in a  LONG,  LONG time.   (   her parents had always been generous on christmas and birthdays. but they didn’t shop for her:  they shopped for  joel mortimer robinson,   that old son of a gun rocky sometimes remembered in photos.  baseball gloves and toy trucks.   consider her ungrateful,    but   ...   did bill know how much this meant to her? ) 

“i might have to put it somewhere that can’t be seen,   liiiike .... here.”   she put it up to hang RIGHT underneath the cash register,   where only her eyes could see it.   “just ‘cuz,   y’know.  good ol’ timmy’s  half naked and all.”  rocky shot the other a mischievous look,  reaching out to  gently / teasingly  PINCH HIS CHEEK  --    okay,  she couldn’t help herself!     “   -     really,   baby.     thank you so,    so  much.”    she leaned against the counter,    smiling proudly,  broadly.   “you’ve made your mother  very happy.”   she’s  JOKING ...  or is she? 

EXCITEMENT FEELS LIKE A BREATH OF FRESH AIR, though said breath is immediately pushed out of him, a mixture of ( only slightly ) distressed smile and being removed forcefully through squeezing. ( though the hug is reciprocated as much as it CAN be, mother figure can never be DENIED such a thing, especially considering it was GREATLY appreciated ! )

receiving any praise at ALL ( excited, genuine tones aside ) bring a warm feeling to his chest, one that REFUSES to go away despite his own hang-ups about the drawing ( he’s his own harshest critic ! ) he knew it would be ENJOYED, but her enthusiasm still brings a SMILE to normally somber face, like a kid who just got told he could stay up for another thirty minutes ( suprised, in a loving way that only brings normally suppressed giddiness to the surface. )

hands carefully unwrap from hug around back, indication enough that he had his share of physical affection for the moment ( not a foreign concept, just a boundary he would like to keep ), contemplating counter space for a LONG moment. “are you g-going to hang it up?” hardly a question, he already knows she likely IS, prompting a follow-up, “d-do you think anyone will mind if you b-b-block a cigarette…” word doesn’t come to mind for a second “… c-container thing?”

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                                     * HE IS THE GHOST THAT HAUNTS HIS HOUSE — he is the footsteps that sounds at night, the shadow present with nobody seemingly there, the voice that you hear but can’t decipher or locate. ghastly boy, a ghost even before his death.

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i jumped on that BANDWAGON

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                     HER EYES ARE WIDE AS SHE LOOKS AT THE SHOES.           eleven had never seen shoes that  big  before. in all honesty  ,  she hadn’t really  worn   shoes  most of her life  ,  but these things were  huge.  bigger than anything she could imagine. the thought of trying them on  -  was eleven  ready  to be up that high  ?

                      THE GIRL HAS TO THINK FOR A MINUTE BEFORE SHE NODS.           eleven slides off the couch and sits in front of the other  ,  waiting. she wasn’t going to out right  admit  that she didn’t really know how to  tie   shoes   ,  and  putting   them   on  was a struggle for her as well. she’d just wait  ,  picking up one of the shoes to look at them more  closely. 

   “OKAY.   HERE WE GO.”   bright smile curls lips upward as rocky once more pulls the shoe that she had just put on    OFF  her own  foot  before  coming to take a knee on the ground in front of the other.   she sets the platforms on the floor between them.  “they’re ready for you,   captain.”   rocky  JOKED,  holding the shoes in place for the young girl to  slip her feet into.   once the deed was done,   rocky began to tie them   HERSELF.    she hadn’t even taken into consideration the idea that eleven might not know how to tie them --   it was just out of the kindness of her own heart. 

after a couple of minutes  --   they were rather high-topped boots,  after all!  --  of laborious  tying,   rocky fell back on her  butt  and let out a sigh of  RELIEF.  “all done!”   she noted before  gesturing for  eleven to  STAND UP,   bright brown eyes EXPECTANT  &   friendly.   “go ahead,  hon.  moment of truth.”