IT’S LIKE EVERYONE FORGOT ; IT’S LIKE NOBODY CARES.
ind. nancy wheeler of stranger things ——— penned by maddy
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GHOSTS , DEMONS , & CRYPTIDS . OH MY !
andi stanis + zac clarke + matt jones = the ghost bros
ind. paranormal investigator ocs — brought to life by : maddy , des , & cosbo
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so !!! i’m going to put out a fresh starter call because i miss my girl, andi, so jot that one down. give this a like and i’ll toss a starter your way !
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INQUISITIVE !!!
❛ so you hunt —— ghosts ? ❜
“ not HUNT , per say. ----- we’re more investigators. we don’t want to get rid of them , just communicate with them. ”
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@r218 // starter.
FOUR HOURS. from 11 pm to 3 am , she has been tormented ( television turning to static , lights turning themselves on and off , various noises in the corners of the room , bathroom door slamming on its own ). at any other place, she would have run down the hall to BANG on matt and zac’s door ( SHE ALMOST HAS ). yet, there is a sneaking suspicion -- in between her dozing and waking with a racing heart -- that she encountered this ghost earlier. if, and only if, what her friends had said about michael was true , then there was a strong possibility. deep breath / eyes close ; breath released / eyes open. shifting from side to back , eyes settle on the patio windows. “ if you’re the same ghost as earlier , i know you can show yourself --- or speak at the very least. ” she’s had enough of the games. she’s EXHAUSTED. she wants to be brave this time.
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so !!! i’m going to put out a fresh starter call because i miss my girl, andi, so jot that one down. give this a like and i’ll toss a starter your way !
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the person I reblogged this from is a cute peach
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@ghostbatteries : it’s go big or go home.
me : GO HOME !!!
@ghostbullshit : weak.
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ghostbatteries replied to your post: when you find your old blogs and kinda ...
I HATE THESE BLOGS
I MEAN !! TAG URSELF ME TOO
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when you find your old blogs and kinda wanna vomit a little but also you realize how much you’ve grown.
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“ say what you will about star wars, but john williams is a fucking legend. ”
open to mutuals !!!
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“ say what you will about star wars, but john williams is a fucking legend. ”
open to mutuals !!!
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“ el ! ” young girl’s name is called over her shoulder as the older pushed bacon around the pan in front of her. waffle mix bubbled and sizzled as the electric maker pressed the batter into shape. “ el, breakfast is ready ! ” in all honesty, andi wasn’t exactly sure how she’d convinced matt to let the other stay with her for the weekend -- or maybe the convincing was el’s doing entirely. she HAD bribed the child with promises of a girls weekend, if she wanted : manicures, pedicures, movies, ice cream, the whole works. she just prayed it was well - received.
@janeives // a starter i’ve owed for days
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cont. from here // @ghostbatteries
lies. words rolling off her tongue and yet she utters them for a sense of comfort -- utters them because society says : if you haven’t seen someone in a while, you must ease into the conversation. you cannot pester. you cannot accuse. there are others in this world that would point fingers and become angry. in fact, she had been angry before the door opened. why had he cut her off? why hadn’t he told her that he’d moved? ( WHY? WHY? WHY? ) what caused their family to up and disappear? why was she not informed?
standing on this new porch feels wrong. this is not the porch she knows. there is a porch that holds memories : long summer days , band-aids , and mythical worlds. all pulled away, erased, forgotten. heartbreak, sadness is what she feels -- there is an opportunity lost. an opportunity to say goodbye to his home. a place where she, alongside him, had grown.
now she stands in front of a figure that , to her surprise , she does not recognize at first. long hair, dark shadows under brown eyes. sturdy brown eyes she could always depend on, no matter what. mind wonders if her eyes tell a similar tale : sturdy? dependable? unacceptable. guilty. ( YOU WEREN’T HERE. YOU WEREN’T HERE. YOU WEREN’T HERE. HE NEEDED YOU. ) eyes settle on her best friend and her heart reaches for him.
he cracks a smile first and she slowly follows suit. there is a nagging voice that keeps whispering to her : something still isn’t right. she writes it off , writes it off to lack of communication , writes it of to the fact that they are out of step. too much time had passed. society says that they both need space, but the last thing she wants is space. there has been far too much space between them lately. she will not drift. she will not be pushed away. instead, she will grip tighter, pull harder, hug stronger.
hug is exactly what she aims to do. in two strong motions, her body has moved before her mind can process and her arms are wrapped around him -- managing to avoid the mug in his grasp. she is here for him. she is not going away. if he pushes her hug away, so be it but she will not be defeated. time is hers to command now ; neither school nor other obligations cannot command her anymore. quiet breath escapes her as she settles on tip - toes because suddenly, with flesh under her fingers, he is REAL again. throat tightens and eyes sting. ( GUILTY. GUILTY. GUILTY. ) andi stanis is a terrible friend.
“ i’ve missed you and ----- i’m sorry. ”
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