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"𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 '𝟼𝟽 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙸 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚜!" ʙʀᴏᴅʏ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇʀ ʀɪᴄʜ ᴊᴏᴄᴋ ɪɴ ʜᴀᴡᴋɪɴꜱ. ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ ᴀꜱꜱʜᴏʟᴇ. ᴏᴄ+ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴏᴠᴇʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ ♥︎ +⇵

a private & independent portrayal of a ' stranger things ' 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑. ( 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍* ) ! older brother to dustin henderson . the eyes and ears of hawkins . mun & muse are both 18+. mv / ms .

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝗆𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽. 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾 & 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌. 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖾. 𝗈𝖼 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾.⠀ ⠀ ⠀

𝗽𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗱. ◤                𝗇𝗎𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝟢𝟢𝟣                𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗃𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗀𝗎𝖾                𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌          " 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒖𝒔. 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚. "                                                         ◢

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𝑉𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟 𝐶𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑙 ╔═══════════════╗ ❝ 𝑫𝒊𝒅 . . 𝑰 . . 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆 ? 𝑵𝒐 , 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒊𝒏 𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑳 ❞ ( 🧵 )

This one's normal, promise. It only has four legs this time, and it's pretty small.

"Boo." She'd been following the other for what felt like ages before Dylan had noticed "Why are you in the woods, it's gross out here."

Well... He's got a long tail, and a really cute fur pattern— especially around his eyes—, and I found him in the yard. He ate the cat food I left out for him all week.

She makes mistakes just to watch her siblings make the same mistakes in a few years, but now she can laugh at them for it.

When they get older I have to stop laughing and make sure mom doesn't kill them but, I'll laugh again later.

She couldn't stop the mirthful grin when her sister yelped in surprise. It didn't go away when she continued either. "Ooh to 'write'..." Roadie nodded along like she understood, "I (also) like coming out here to write." She was not talking about writing.

Fuzzy egg

"Green. Just the colour, what it means." She wasn't letting upon her euphemism/metaphor. She was too stubborn. "Earth, living things, life," her voice took on a playfully dark tone, "Death." Or weed, weed, weed, and weed. It was calming.

... are you psychic? Are you in my brain? How many fingers am I holding up, what kind of animal am I thinking about? H o w did you know he's a raccoon? Are you a witch, momma?

She's right, and you know it.