Greenscrunchy - 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐔𝐒

𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙄𝙎 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝘼𝙍𝘾?

𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 / 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 𝒶𝓇𝒸. you started this story a little hard, or awkward, or stubborn. that's okay. it's harder than it should be to admit, but what you really want is love. that's what your story is all about - not just the act of loving, but the allowance of it. the confession that you do not want to fight or bleed or save the world, but to simply feel the way two hands fit so easily together. you will have two chairs and a table and you will shut your blinds, and you will say the word love without faltering. this is a happy ending, and you do not need to feel guilty. it hurts our hands to fight - never to hold.

𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮: @manaborn​  ♡ 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜:  whoever is curious!

Susan Sontag, from “Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1963″

thank you, cinnamoroll (that's a childhood dream right there) 🧡💛 and i'm so charmed to see the rest of the Strangers included in this. as it should be!

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nothing new // taylor swift feat. phoebe bridgers

chrissy is at heart a profoundly private person who tires in social situations far quicker than she lets on and will never admit. this becomes especially apparent once she leaves hawkins for college and then for good. (her one exception is cheerleading.)

she’s also the type that will invite friends who don’t have a place to go for the holidays over for thanksgiving and christmas and new years and easter and whatever. you don’t have family or a place to go for the holidays? now you do. you don’t want to deal with your family? come over to her place instead. she gets it.

well well well. some of the lotr fandom has shown their true colors. i'm both surprised and not surprised at the frankly outlandish amount of complaints that dwarves and elves and hobbits of color seem to have elicited. the rage is more outlandish when you discover the reasons for these complaints are 1) tolkien on occasion neglected to describe skin color which apparently renders everyone pale or 2) nostalgic attachment to the peter jackson films makes it unfathomable to picture the above listed races as anything other than pale/white.

here is all i’ll say about it: A WORLD WITH ONLY WHITE SKIN IS AN INCOMPLETE ONE. yes, even a fantasy world.

i love you chrissy cunningham, i love you determination to smile for everyone else, i love you cheerleader personality, i love you soft edges and quiet voice, i love you not jumping to overt conclusions, i love you not quick to judge because you don’t know what happens behind other closed doors because you keep your own door tightly shut, i love you queen of hawkins high who doesn’t alienate because of social standing, i love you never treating people the way her mother treats her because she knows how bad it feels, i love you girly girl who would rather wear pants, i love you dedicated sportswoman, i love you mommy issues, i love you girl who desperately didn’t want to go crazy and didn’t want to die, i love you girl who tried to get help even if it was too late, i love you eager to laugh, i love you making other people feel noticed, i love you wanting to focus on other things instead of being unhappy, i love you girl willing to sacrifice her time for others, i love you girl who wanted to manage and survive on her own, i love you girl who snapped at max and regretted it later and would have apologized, i love you girl whose favorite flavors are watermelon and peach, i love you girl who can’t decide if her favorite color is orange or pink, i love you yellow bedroom with rattan furniture, i love you never making social threats, i love you light makeup hand, i love you damaged soul, i love you exhausted mind, i love you girl who would rather be free than go apeshit, i love you anger that’s painful and unpleasant, i love you summertime sadness, i love you mom friend, i love you detail oriented, i love you sticker covered notebook, i love you dreamy romantic, i love you pencils not pens, i love you warm heart, i love you fearful daughter, i love you hesitant with pda, i love you trendy bangs, i love you struggles with self worth, i love you struggles with self image, i love you desperate to be whole and happy, i love you chrissy cunningham.

𝔻𝔼𝔸ℝ 𝔻𝕌𝕊𝕋𝕀ℕ ℍ𝔼ℕ𝔻𝔼ℝ𝕊𝕆ℕ                               (barhd​)

                 FAMILY     REFERENCES    /     SENTENCE    STARTERS  .

@greenscrunchy​ asked: ​❝ you remind me a little bit of my brother. ❞ 

                       HE   WAS   TAKEN   OFF   GUARD   BY   THE   COMMENT   coming   from   Hawkin’s   queen.   Soft   eyes   glanced   up   at   her,   head   inclined   to   the   side   as   he   did   so.   He   was   quiet,   sat   alone   after   school   until   the   halls   cleared.   It   was   better   this   way.   Less   people   to   pick   on   his   curls,   the   way   he   dressed,   or   by   the   fact   that   he   was   in   Hellfire.   Of   course,   that   didn’t   matter   much   anymore.   That   wasn’t   the   reason   why   he   stayed   so   late.   That   was   just   the   bonus,   “   I…   uh…   ”

            LIPS   PARTED   TO   SAY   MORE   WORDS,   BUT   THEY   were   lost   in   a   small   grunt.   Dustin   put   down   his   pencil   and   closed   his   notebook.   Homework   was   already   done,   just   one   more   problem.   Besides,   he   should   be   going   to   get   his   bike   to   go   home   now,   “   Your   brother?   ”   he   didn’t   know   much   about   Chrissy,   but   he   didn’t   know   she   had   a   brother,   “   I   do?   Is   that   a…   good   thing?   ”   words   questioned   as   he   started   to   slowly   pack   away   his   things.

according to ancient history class, there were three ways to become royalty: take the throne by force, earn the throne by feat or battle or lineage, or be crowned by civilians. the resulting level of power seemed to be the same, but the most beloved of monarchs historically were chosen. 

chrissy cunningham had landed squarely between earning the throne through dating jason and her leadership of the cheer squad, and being pulled to the top ranking by public opinion. the former was a side effect she hadn’t asked for, and the latter was flattering if confounding. all chrissy did was smile and say hello, and hawkins high seemed to think she had it all. each day they assumed so was another day chrissy succeeded in hiding the hideous thoughts populating her mind with damning growls. outside pressure crystallized the voices into sharp barbs more difficult to shatter than diamonds and far more dark. 

then sometimes, when eyes were turned elsewhere, when the hallways were quiet, she could temporarily abandon a title festooned with never-ending rumours and expectations. that late-afternoon illusion was broken by the outline of one dustin henderson slouched against the wall, head buried in stacks of homework. chrissy slowed her nearly silent pace to her locker. the image radiated with a passing, familiar bittersweetness that urged chrissy to remark on it, already knowing her interruption would startle the freshman when it was too late to stop. 

yet chrissy found herself hoping she looked less of a gawk-worthy queen and more like an average senior coming from cheer practice in her tank top and hawkins tigers shorts. it was a long shot. though, she’d not properly traded words with dustin since the school year began. he might surprise her. 

                             ❝ yeah, i do. his name is matty. you’re a freshman, right? he’s two grades below you. ❞  fading sunlight caught the sweat-curled ends of her ponytail, strawberry blonde blinking copper as chrissy scuffed her left sneaker against a seam in the linoleum.   ❝ he loves to read. always gets this....focused look on his face when he does. like you had just now. ❞  she stalled the sudden, misplaced urge to chew her lip and smiled instead.  ❝ it’s really sweet. ❞

maythememebewithyou​:

White Christmas (1954 film) 

“My dear partner, when what’s left of you gets around to what’s left to be gotten, what’s left to be gotten won’t be worth getting, whatever it is you’ve got left.”

“Pushing, pushing…”

“What is this, the best two out of three?”

“We’re practically strangers.”

“When I figure out what that means I’ll come up with a crushing reply.”

“____, if you’re ever under a falling building, and somebody runs up and offers to pick you up and carry you to safety, don’t think, don’t pause, don’t hesitate for a moment, just spit in his eye.”

“That’s ridiculous, even if it made any sense at all.”

“I think it’s impossible, ridiculous, and insane! And I wish I’d thought of it first.”

“How do you do?”

“Don’t just stand there – how do I get off?”

“You ought to be horsewhipped. First you, and then you, and then you again.”

“Please, don’t quote me the price when I haven’t got the time.”

“Well, it’s not good, but it’s a reason.”

“Mutual, I’m sure.”

“Oh, that’s very funny. Ho, ho, ho.”

“I’m not the marrying kind. I’m not the engaging kind, either!”

“We ate, and then he ate. We slept, and then he slept.”

“Are things really that bad?”

“Troops ready for inspection, sir!”

“Oh, no. You wouldn’t do this to me…”

“I don’t know what you see in this long drink of charged water but honestly, after you get to know him, he’s almost endurable.”

“It’s probably just a small internal muscular hemorrhage, sir.”

“Well, you’re not exactly Superman, but you’re awfully available.”

“That’s right, ideal. That’s exactly the word we used, too: ideal. We looked at this big ski lodge and we said ‘Isn’t it ideal, absolutely ideal,’ didn’t we.”

“That’s not the way back to headquarters.”

“Wouldn’t do what?”

“Don’t you think we ought to…kiss or something?”

“Looks like it’s absolutely necessary.”

“I’ve got a feeling I’m not gonna like it…”

“Let’s just say we’re doing it for an old pal in the army.”

“Look who’s talking about guilt!”

“I want you to get married. I want you to have nine children. And if you only spend five minutes a day with each kid, that’s forty-five minutes, and I’d at least have time to go out and get a massage or something.”

“Let’s face it, ____, you’re a lonely, miserable man.”

“She’s always felt that she’s mother hen and I’m her little chick. She’ll never leave the roost until I’m taken care of.”

“____, you know that, and I know that, but ____ doesn’t know that. At least he won’t for about an hour and a half.”

“I just dropped by to thank you for saving my life.”

“I guess I’ve always been a silly school girl…you know the bit, the lady fair and the knight on the white horse.”

“Well, it was a life worth saving.”

“What’d you have for lunch today?”

“Well, break your arm, or your ankle, or your neck, but don’t break anything valuable, huh?”

“We’ve established that the lodge is ideal.”

“Well, then you’re happy for the wrong reasons, and that’s the same as being lonely and miserable, except it’s worse.”

“You know, in some ways, you’re far superior to my cocker spaniel.”

“Oh, my word, if I wasn’t such a mean old biddy, I’d break right down and cry.”

“Vermont should be beautiful this time of year: all that snow.”

“Let me tell you something, it’s kinda dangerous, putting those knights up on white horses. Likely to slip off, you know.”

“Well, I guess that’s the end of that.”

“It sounds very… Vermonty!”

“Why is everybody so concerned about my eating habits? Why don’t people just leave me alone?”

“I’ve got a feeling you’re gonna hate it.”

“How much is ‘wow’?”

“Last night, she couldn’t sleep. Today, she won’t eat… she’s in love.”

“Since you saved my life, you decided you have a right to run it.”

“It’s right between ‘ouch’ and ‘boing.’“

“Well, I like that! Without so much as a ‘kiss my foot’ or ‘have an apple!’”

“We like to take care of our friends.”

“I’m more of the ‘I don’t mind pushing my best friend into it but I’m scared stiff when I get anywhere to close to it myself’ kind.”

“Is that bad?”

“It’s always that she’s been kind of a mother hen.”

“We wanted the mother hen to leave the roost so that the little chick could… oh, I guess we laid an egg.”