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hi! i am so sorry for the silence in my return home! i've been kind of rotting in the world of the musical i went to see. i'm around! catch me on disco primarily or on one of my hatchetblogs!

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look i love grieving and broken and bruised nancy wheeler as much as anyone but also like. she’s just a teenage girl! she has a matching purple cardigan for her purple t shirt! she has a little ballerina music box in her room! she’s on the newspaper! she likes madonna! she matched her eyeshadow to her snowball dress! she hits bikes and curbs when she drives!

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activity notice :

i'll be on a trip from thursday (24th) to monday (28th) and won't be really active until after. i'm only really bringing my phone for electronics and will be logged into @timebastard for yelling/screaming purposes. my discord is available to mutuals where i can still be reached!

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hey! so! i have some followers here that don't follow my other blogs and that is SO okay, but i just wanted to make y'all aware i'm going on a trip tomorrow! i'll be gone until monday! i'll be logged into @timebastard on my phone, but overall pretty nonexistent beyond disco here or there. if we aren't friends on there just shoot me username and i'll get you added <333

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goodnight, freaks. ♥

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okay. fine. i'll say it. i hope ted dies. </3

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Living in LA with @53min5sec was as close to the dream as Nancy could get. She knew maybe that was silly and something someone would write in their diary, but it was true. She and Steve had established a life here that they could be proud of. Her blog, WHEELER WRITES, was doing wonderful and getting coverage on almost everything newsworthy within LA and out of it. She even had Fred helping out from Hawkins as one of her editors and fellow investigators. Someone had joking called her the modern day Veronica Mars or Sherlock Holmes... and she'd been grateful she wasn't being compared to Nancy Drew. She didn't mind that comparison, but Drew had been a nickname to spite her back when she worked at the Hawkins Post. But on top of the blog, more on that, she was also a PA down at the news station. It wasn't working with her journalism degree but she was rubbing elbows with all the right people to get her in front of a camera one day, mic in hand. Meanwhile Steve was creating music content and getting somewhere with it. He had a following, had people who loved and admired him... he was doing great. They were doing great.

Tonight was a rare evening of neither being at their computers or keeping themselves busy. Instead she'd gone about making his favorite meal: her signature chicken alfredo from scratch. They'd had dinner, talked, laughed, and just enjoyed each other's company over food and wine. She felt unstoppable, on top of the world. It was a life she was grateful for and one she didn't want to lose ever. And she wouldn't. She didn't have fear of that. She just.. she knew she shouldn't take any of it for granted. Which is why she ate up every second of time she could when they weren't working. She even put her phone down and told Fred she'd answer any questions he had in the morning.

Steve had been playing some Mario Kart on the Switch and just had a terrible loss to the likes of Donkey Kong, the turmoil of it making it too hard to play another round. He'd set the controller down and sighed with a slumping motion of his frame into the couch. It had made her laugh from where she was sitting watching him, eyes darting along him then settling on his face with a mischievous grin. what? he asked, but rather than give a verbal answer she just moved with a twist of her slender frame. Her leg swung over and she settled herself onto his lap, hands sliding up his chest and over his shoulders to give them a soft squeeze.

「CLIMB 」 : for nancy to climb into steve's lap

She tilted her head slightly to the side and smiled as she nestled herself cozily into his lap. Her hands moved up from his shoulders to his neck so she could cradle him as she leaned in to brush a soft unseeming kiss to his lips. She smiled against it, holding it a few beats then drawing back to look down at him, "Have I told you today how much I love you?"

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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃  𝐎𝐅  𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄  𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐘𝐎𝐔?

Love as a Choice . . . You choose to love. Love does not come to you easily, but every day you wake up and choose it. It would be so easy, wouldn't it, to grow cold and callous and grim. But you rise to greet the world, making the conscious effort to find something, anything to love. When you fall for someone, you do not kid yourself of their flaws. Instead, you resolve to see them for who they are, mistakes and all and you love them all the same. Your love is work, and it does not come easy. Your love sweats and toils. It is calloused and sunburned; it bears scars and comes with stories. Your love is worn, but it is no less valuable for it. Being loved by you is like being loved by a gardener, a mother, a teacher. Your love may not always be the simplest, but it is worth the effort.

stolen from: @alexunfiltrd tagging: @53min5sec , @fromband , @bybard (jonathan), @freakarus , @zoomingupthathill , @greenscrunchy , and you!!1

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@zoomingupthathill continued from 📰

I'm fine, Wheeler.I'm fine.

The repetition of the sentiment was enough to put Nancy on alert, brows raising and eyes brightening with an uncertainty. She may not be as close to Max as she was the others and vice versa, but she wanted to be. She knew she wished to know the girl more, wished to be better friends than they were. She wanted Max to be able to lean on her and rely on her in similar ways the others could. Sure the teens weren't always coming to her over Steve, but she wanted to be someone they could trust. Someone that was willing to do anything for them. And she knew in this moment Max was asking something of her by saying she was fine, asking that Nancy stop following and leave her to her thoughts.

But being alone right now wasn't a good answer to any of this. So she persisted, stepping quickly until she was at Max's side and offering a soft, "I insist on it," she gave a small grin despite the tension caused by her presence. She entwined her fingers behind her back and moved in step with the redhead, speaking soon after her initial words, "Do you find the woods to be... relaxing? Or...?" She knew persisting was either going to go well or terribly, but she had to try.

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@greenscrunchy :

"when all this first started happening...." chrissy picks ill advisedly at her dry cuticles and stares toward the classroom ceiling, imagining glow in the dark stars instead of fiberglass tiles. anything except the quiet room around her. "all of this upside down stuff, i mean. did everything in your life start to seem different?" freed from the confines of her brain the answer sounds remarkably obvious. but with all of her outsides taped together and begging for healing, her insides are crying out too. she just needs to know. has the world irreversibly tilted in ways not even an earthquake could shake loose for anyone else? "it's like my eyes are brand new." chrissy swallows as the inference hits her too late. all it took was a passing thought for her body to remember going blind. "it's just that everything i thought was important before has changed. i have less to worry about and more to be afraid of. or, more is possible. or both. if all of that sounds crazy, you can say so..."

Nancy was quiet beside Chrissy, blues on her in a calm gaze as she let the strawberry blonde speak her thoughts. Nancy knew immediately what she wanted to say in response to the initial question, but she doesn't. She bites her tongue and does her best not to interrupt. She wants Chrissy to have the space here to talk and the trust to be able to say what she's fully thinking. If there was anyone who knew how plagued by all this one could be... it was Nancy. And it wasn't just for Barb, no. It was because of what Vecna had chosen to show her. He'd taken her and given her visions she'd never be able to unsee no matter the outcome.

it's like my eyes are brand new.

She understood that sentiment and what it entailed, but she felt cursed with her new found vision. Seeing all of that and knowing it could still come? Seeing all of that and knowing there may be nothing she can do to stop it? Her blues shut briefly as Chrissy continues, her head turning to tilt down slight while her elbows rest on her knees-- hands wringing together tightly in a near white knuckled grip. When Chrissy trails off Nancy opens her eyes, turning her head again to look at her, "It doesn't sound crazy," she starts by reassuring the other, hand pulling from her other to reach out and gently layer over Chrissy's arm, "What's happening... what you're now a part of? It's terrifying, Chrissy. It's scary and we have to admit that before we can face it. There's nothing we can do unless we face the reality of what horrors are out there and coming--" she didn't want to scare Chrissy more, but she wanted to be honest, "But no matter what happens we can't let it stop us from trying to win and to fight. We can't let what we've seen and what we know to happen. We can't let Vecna take everything from us."

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Nancy had just finished closing up her locker when her space was invaded by Lorelai. Her bright blues flicking to her friend looking back at the lock to spin it. She felt a small smirk tug at her lips, short laugh leaving her as she turned to place her back against the cool metal of the lockers, "Mm, well, I could say yes, but you may find me in the same space as insufferable if you do." She wrinkled her nose, amusement brightening her face, "I promised Steve that he could help me study for my anatomy quiz." A short pause then, "Like, actually study, I mean, with like flash cards and stuff. But he's known to be handsy despite it." That was her warning. "However, I could tell him to behave if you really want to come over."

she  practically  skips  down  the  hallway  and  comes  to  a  stop  beside  nancy,     “richard  and  emily  are  being  especially  insufferable  today,   mind  if  i  come  study  at  your  place  later?”

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working with new nails so i'm going to try and write here or there or everywhere! <3

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𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘺 . . . 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙨 𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 . . .

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HAVE YOU EVER SEEN HIM SKATE ?? THERE'S NOTHING LIKE IT, HE DRAWS YOU IN, HE'S HYPNOTIC. WHAT ALEXEI IVANOV CAN DO IN FOUR MINUTES ON THE ICE IS ALMOST SUPERNATURAL.

𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐈 𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐕, a fandomless original vampire character based in figure skating, with original vampire lore. est. 2025. written by sans, 27.

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𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑓𝑡𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑠, 𝑓𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑠?!

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It was another of one of those nights where Nancy couldn't sleep and the nightmares were too much. She'd called Steve after waking from a brief lie down, body shooting up in a near cold sweat with a shriek bubbling up that she'd held in. She had fought the way it fell back into her stomach and twisted it making her feel sick. Part of her had wanted to run to the bathroom and rid herself of what dinner she had, but another part of her kept her still in the bed as she breathed heavily and came to her senses. She knew she could go wake her mother, Karen would be there in a heartbeat to help her through this.. but her mom didn't understand it all. Didn't know it all. Couldn't know it all. Even with the world split into several pieces here in Hawkins.. Karen would never know how terrible it was in Nancy's head. So she called him. She called the one person she knew would come running without hesitation.

In the past that may have been Jonathan, but since their return to Hawkins and with everything going on? He'd been more focused on his brother and mom, something Nancy couldn't fault him for. She felt the same about Holly and Karen, Mike by proxy. Her family was at risk of something terrible happening to them if Vecna's plans fully came to fruition. She couldn't afford to not be focused on them. So, they were on a break. Something that they both very much needed, but weren't sold on if they wanted. Nancy loved him. She'd always love him, but she wasn't sure if that was because of what they'd gone through or something deeper. She wanted this time to think as well as be with her family. And she was glad he understood... even agreed.

So she didn't call him. She called Steve and part of her felt bad for that, but she was aware of what lengths he'd go for her.. and really? She needed that. She craved the idea of someone going whatever distance they could for the sake of someone else and Steve had made it clear he'd always do that for her. Maybe she was using him. Maybe she was being unfair, but yet he came. He always did and always would. And as they sat on the grassy hillside looking out at Hawkins... ash in the air, red glowing cracks from the ground-- they were inches apart sat side by side.

It was just after three in the morning and she knew he had to be tired. She was tired, but she didn't want to sleep. Couldn't. She was scared to. She didn't want to see what laid behind closed lids and didn't want to remember what she was forced to see. And @yourfool was doing his part to help them stay awake and keep the energy flowing by telling her some story. A story she had been listening to, but had since lost the plot for and ability to fully listen. Instead she was finding herself listening to the silence around them. The lack of active wildlife made it that way. Most of it clearing out after the split. It was unsettling in ways that made her stomach twist, but she was doing her best to keep a face. To keep a listening appearance, but it was fake and she could tell he was noticing. It had her drawing a frown to her face, murmuring a soft, "I'm sorry." Tears burned in the corners of her eyes begging her to release them, bright blues falling from Steve's face to the hands in her lap that were wound together tightly. She didn't want to fall apart, didn't want to break and become this weak mess of a heap after all of this. She was meant to be strong and capable--

"You can.. you can keep talking," she tried softly before sniffing a breath and lifting her head to look at him, eyes wide and a tear slipping out that she didn't notice. But he did. He stared at her for the longest beat before--

He lifts a hand to Nancy's face but doesn’t touch her, “…Say the word, and I’ll stop.”

Her breath catches as he reaches out, eyes flicking to his hand then to his face. She feels caught like a deer in headlights, might even look it too. Her wide blues wider than before and lips parted in slight to let out a shaky breath. She looked to his hand again then reached her own up, gently taking hold of his by her wrist and drawing it closer to place the palm to his cheek knowing his thumb would remove the tear that had fallen there. She shut her eyes, exhaling softly though shaky still. Her chest felt tight, wound and ready to burst with emotion she didn't want to show.

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𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘺 . . . 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙨 𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 . . .