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ok hi. gonna be moving addie to my main <3 might come back if i hyperfixate on him and st again LMFAO but who’s to say. anyways he’s now at @fantasmaz

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HI. HI HI HI

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ACTIVITY NOTICE : I’ll be low activity / semi hiatus for a while. Lots of things happening in my life right and as much as I love writing, my life just hasn’t been allowing me too much time to myself. But in good news, I’ll be working back to back shows and then hitting the road to go see Iron Maiden. Which is v exciting. So from now until September 25, I’ll be inactive on here <<33 I may be on and off on @brumb1es if I get too bored lmao,

Feel free to hmu and ask for my disco at any time!!!! I’m down to just chat or write there, I’m just vibing.

I’ll be filling up the queue this weekend so feel free to send inbox memes or tag me in things as u wish! <3

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ok so honestly. heartbreakingly. muse for addie dropped the FUCK off, in part because the strpc makes me feel … very very icky and! kind of made me feel weird writing a st muse even though I didn’t do anything wrong LMAO. but I miss addie very much and he’ll be stationed here, but I’ll return soon. i love addie v much and don’t want to abandon him and all the silly little ships he has. will b back soon. but find me at @fantasmaz, @sangrars, and @brumb1es for now! ❤️❤️❤️

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[steps on my own emotions and grinds them into the dirt with my heel] anyways

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[   MEME   :      INCORRECT   QUOTES   ]     ;    ACCEPTING  

@wheelersnipe   they   could   easily   switch   roles,         neither   of   them   is   good   at   self   care   sob

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he's not that hot lol get off your high horse

no. my horse is too high. we both smoked out of my milk jug gravity bong and now we’re traversing through the desert in search of god. hope that helps.

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“ you said ‘ five more minutes ’ an hour ago. ”       /       @s4ints​

“       yeah   ...   so   ???       ”   mumbled through a groan                   barely decipherable as real words. void of energy, bored of keeping things together.   bruises that are fading, wounds that are scarring over.   the aftermath of things he can’t explain and will never be able to explain. shoulders exhausted from the weight of everything. disturbingly unlike him to hole up like this, though it is a yearly tradition to withdraw whenever some hawkins bullshit happens. usual high - energy and an unfiltered mouth has suddenly been reduced to an unmade bed and an unwashed def leppard shirt.       the absolute refusal to look lyn in the eye                   the impossible task of lying directly to their face. atticus never wanted to make a habit of faking in front of lyn   ...   even with the ego, even with pretending he hated them in the beginning. he’s never really been afraid of them either.   but he is now.   he’s terrified they’ll see right through him. atticus shifts and turns away, facing the sliver of sunlight that filters through plaid curtains   :   “       i’m tired. i just want to sleep in. i didn't think that would be such a big deal.       ”

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no because. atticus falling into a depression after the battle of starcourt. just being unable to cope with what he witnessed, and also the fact that he knows So Much that no one else Knows. the feeling that he’ll never be the same again. the feeling that he can’t speak to anyone about anything. the fact that his ego gets taken down several pegs because everything is put into perspective. the feeling of almost losing his siblings and feeling responsible for that. the fact that he is constantly in the state of wondering if he could have tried harder for anyone. and even as he grows a bit older, he falls into these slumps where he just cannot dig himself out for a while and everyone gets a bit worried but he hides everything so well. and the way he bottles up all his emotions. because he’s still battling with masculinity and ego and puts a stupid amount of pressure on himself. oh my god.

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may 26, 2021 | anthem

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for muses who won’t get out of bed

mix of fluff, crack, and angst possible triggers: depression

❝ get up! ❞

❝ rise and shine, sweetie! ❞

❝ come on! the sun is out! ❞

❝ don’t make me bring out the tickle monster! ❞

❝ come on, we have stuff to do today. ❞

❝ you are the laziest person i know. ❞

❝ if you aren’t up in the next thirty seconds i’m pouring ice water on your head. ❞

❝ what are you gonna do when you have to pee? ❞

❝ you slept through your alarm again. ❞

❝ come on, i’m already dressed! ❞

❝ no. i’m not coming back to bed. you’re getting up. ❞

❝ you already used all your sick days. ❞

❝ five… four… three… two… don’t make me get to one. ❞

❝ five more minutes. that’s it. ❞

❝ you said ‘five more minutes’ an hour ago. ❞

❝ are you feeling okay? ❞

❝ how long have you been laying there? ❞

❝ come on, [name]. it’s been over a day. ❞

❝ hey… can you hear me? ❞

❝ [name], come on. this isn’t funny. ❞

❝ if you don’t answer me, i’m calling someone. ❞

alternatively:

❝ it’s summer vacation! ❞

❝ it’s saturday! ❞

❝ five more minutes… ❞

❝ but it’s so warm… ❞

❝ please, please just leave me alone. ❞

❝ why can’t you just let me rot in peace?! ❞

❝ go away. ❞

❝ leave me alone to die. ❞

❝ no. i’m too sad. ❞

❝ i don’t feel good. ❞

❝ why don’t you join me? ❞

❝ come on. come back to bed. ❞

❝ no. i told you i’m not going. ❞

❝ can you leave the room first? i’m literally naked. ❞

❝ i already called off work. ❞

actions:

[pour] to pour cold water on them

[feet] to tickle their feet

[shake] to shake them

[horn] to scare them with an air horn

[breakfast] to bring them breakfast in bed

[curtain] to open the curtains, bringing light into the room

[shove] to shove them off the bed

[water] to put their hand in warm water while they’re asleep

[ankles] to grab them by their ankles and yank them out of bed

[sheets] to pull off their sheets/blanket

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EMPATH006​

Alright, so deflecting isn’t a possibility here. Her heart breaks for Atticus. None of the Hawkins kids deserve to see these horrors. But for someone to see them then get no explanation for it, that’s a nightmare. She lays hands on his shoulder, more instinct than anything else. 

“You’re not going to die soon.” Eyes search his face for response. Atticus isn’t a close friend by any means. But it never matters for Qiyi. “I know more than you might think I do too. I’m the girl who died for six years then re-appeared out of nowhere. Lots of stuff happened in those years. Weird stuff that nobody likes to accept as true. So you can trust me. Talk to me here Wheeler.”

everything is so incredibly fucked up.   a pause. a strange pill for atticus to swallow, one that leaves a funny taste in his mouth. he should feel comfort from qiyi, he should, but now there’s more confusion than anything else                   more questions that he doesn’t quite want to ask.   the biggest one   :   when does this all end   ?   years of bullshit that get worse and worse. face pale, hands shaking. the general awkwardness of not knowing where to begin   +   true terror that no one deserves. friends mangled, families frightened, a town wrought with anxiety. and somehow, it feels like it’s falling on his shoulders, like he might be the next one to get swallowed whole by the pit that is hawkins.   “       it’s   ...   it’s a clock.   i hear it behind me. i see it around corners. there’s this voice that i hear                   it spoke to me, it tried to take me, it knew my name. the only thing that keeps me from giving in is   ...   god,   i don’t know why i’m telling you this. you barely know me.       ”

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QUEENCHEER​

        she doesn’t know whether to laugh or grimace   at that.  it was rare for the boys’ sports teams to mix during victory parties, and chrissy could honestly say that she was surprised when half the hockey team showed up that night.  she would’ve expected the football team or the soccer team, maybe even the swim team over them.  she thought it was a nice surprise for the night until it was clear the basketball boys and hockey boys didn’t exactly gel well.  at least nobody’s picked a fight or anything… yet.  

“the boys aren’t so bad,”  chrissy replies, rather unconvincingly.  if he would comment on it, she’d just say she was tired.  “they’re just really pumped up because they’re one step closer to completing that winning streak.  you’ll probably like them better at a non-victory party.”  and that didn’t sound as convincing either.  she lets a beat pass before asking,  “is this not how you hockey guys throw parties?”

     “       no. we usually keep the drinks cold.       ”                 will atticus be bitter about the warm - piss beer for, like, the next week and a half   ?   most likely. how unfortunate. it’s not the best party to begin with, but he could liven up.   he wants to.   but he can’t find it in himself to give up the scowl and try to relax. for a moment longer, he's all soaked up in this weird act                   behaving worse than his little brother who has the attitude of brick. washing a handful of skittles down with the remaining booze   ...   what a dinner. fuck, he should just go home, but his ride is in there trying to get at one of the cheerleaders.   ‘ what a total smokeshow, ’   he said, before disappearing and leaving atticus to his own devices. maybe it’s actually not that bad and he’s busy trying to prove something to all the tracksuits inside.       HOW IRONIC.   the king of keggers is sitting on the front porch with his face in his hands, lamenting over how bored he is   ...   but deep down, it’s because he feels out of place.   the attitude has toned down. the ego has been knocked down a peg. but he’s not exactly the guy who doesn’t leave a bitter taste in everyone’s mouths. especially when he’s cranky as all hell. alright, maybe his moment is somewhat over   ?   a sudden shift from the moodiness                   easily giving into chrissy’s optimism, playing it off like it’s all in good fun.   “       and we have, like. beer pong. and rage cage. ever played rage cage &nnbsp; ?   now that’s fun.   keyword   :   fun.   ”

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UPDATED BLOGROLL  aka  WHERE THE HELL IS DEE THIS TIME ?

@fantasmaz : originally 000day. multi - muse. highest activity. 

@rotalone : semi - hiatus / super low activity. 80′s based. hockey himbo turned metalhead turned roadie turned sacrifice turned accidental vessel to a bloodthirsty demonic entity.

@wheelersnipe : sideblog. the oldest wheeler sibling. vecna song is shadows of the night by pat benatar btw.

@brumb1es : sideblog. duo - muse. darling hockey lads, affiliated with the hockey homies discord <3

UPDATE : @shesould @msredact @tooksoul will now be living here at my multi until further notice.

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MUSE SHAMING

send me a ⚠️ with a reason my muse should be shamed (e.g. “hangs toilet paper backward”) and I can only confirm or deny

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NYI vs VGK - 10.24.21

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