Stranger Things 2 + Text Posts [pt.4]

i’m officially making one of these for each chapter of strings attached in no particular order, since i honestly love this fic with all of my heart & soul & it cures all of my chronic illnesses. 

a moodboard inspired by chapter FOUR of @hannahberrie’s fanfiction: “ STRINGS ATTACHED. ” (aka the scene in which el kind'a “ hijack’s ” mikes car & then the two kind'a go on an unplanned slushie date) .

STRINGS ATTACHED MOODBOARD INDEX ― [1|2|3|4|5|6|7|8|9] 

i’m officially making one of these for each chapter of strings attached in no particular order, since i honestly love this fic with all of my heart & soul & it cures all of my chronic illnesses. 

a moodboard inspired by chapter FOUR of @hannahberrie’s fanfiction: “ STRINGS ATTACHED. ” (aka the scene in which el kind'a “ hijack’s ” mikes car & then the two kind'a go on an unplanned slushie date) .

How strange it is. We have these deep terrible lingering fears about ourselves and the people we love. Yet we walk around, talk to people, eat and drink. We manage to function. The feelings are deep and real. Shouldn’t they paralyze us? How is it we can survive them, at least for a little while? We drive a car, we teach a class. How is it no one sees how deeply afraid we were, last night, this morning? Is it something we all hide from each other, by mutual consent? Or do we share the same secret without knowing it? Wear the same disguise?

Don DeLillo, White Noise (via the-book-diaries)

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She is sugar, curiosity, and rain.

E. Lockhart, We Were Liars (via the-book-diaries)

OTP Prompt 99

Person A: Are you.. blushing?

Person B: What, no.

Person A: Did I get the ever-stoic, hardcore, total badass Person B to blush?

Person B: No… It’s… It’s the cold.

Person A: Huh. It’s the cold. And not that I told you “your face is freaking adorable and I bet the rest of you is too?”

Person B: *blushing harder* *voice cracks* N-no.

Chapters 2 & 3 are up!!!! I love writing these feisty little first years and their stubborn refusal to all be friends. 

She was very near hating him now; yet the sound of his voice, the way the light fell on his thin, dark hair, the way he sat and moved and wore his clothes—she was conscious that even these trivial things were in woven with her deepest life.

Edith Wharton, The House of Mirth (via the-book-diaries)

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“i was in love steven. like out of my mind in love! what was i supposed to do?!”

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raw raw ra-ah-ah, or whatever Lady Gaga said.

DREW STARKEY at the 2025 Vanity Fair Oscar Party - March 02, 2025