Chrissy Had Paced The Boundary Of The Football Field For Twenty Solid Minutes Before Feeling Any Modicum
chrissy had paced the boundary of the football field for twenty solid minutes before feeling any modicum less like crawling out of her skin and leaving it behind on the turf. it would take more than twenty minutes or a half hour or hour or the rest of the semester to make any sort of harmony with the disastrous state of affairs back at school, but that was ticking time chrissy did not have.
we’re so sorry, chrissy. you must miss him so much.
a surge of petulance rattled so fiercely in her gut that chrissy kicked at a clump of damp soil and grass hard enough to send it flying, nearly sending her sneaker with it.
it must be so difficult. i always envied you two.
yes, shedding her skin sounded perfect. she would leave behind the deflated organ like a trash liner, right there at the edge of the football field. someone would find it and scream in terror that “chrissy cunningham’s dead again!” and run away or even faint dramatically on the spot. but there would be no body, only the ghoulish sausage casing polite company called flesh. chrissy could walk away from the smiles that wobbled and wavered, the lips that gloss never stuck to, the cracked and dehydrated nail beds she had to mask religiously with stinging nail polish. off she’d go, nothing but muscles and tendons and trailing blood like bread crumbs, a devil straight from a nightmare. her mother would open the door in horror and chrissy would demand an answer. what about now, mom? will i fit in the dress now?
just the perfect hawkins couple.
❝ your boyfriend was adamant that you wouldn’t have gone to someone like young mr. munson for help if you were afraid. ❞
hhmph. jason was more wrong than he knew.
❝ it’s what he wanted people to think. ❞ a hard blink; her lashes felt light without mascara. ❝ ....and where is jason now? ❞ there had been a strange lack of visits from him - or information about him, which was arguably preferable to a visit. chrissy didn’t want to watch while jason pointedly looked away from her bruised eyes and joints and wrist and knee braces. she could see it now, his bald discomfort with her appearance, not so doll-like anymore. not head cheerleader material, looking like that, her mother had already spewed to an attending nurse when she thought her daughter couldn’t hear.
chief powell swallowed and glanced away. avoiding. chrissy froze.
❝ ch - chief powell? ❞
❝ i’m sorry, ms. cunningham. ❞ his posture had noticeably shifted as if a load were suddenly dropped upon his shoulders. ❝ we found your boyfriend beside a fault line. it’s likely that jason was killed during the earthquake. ❞
❝ .....oh.... ❞
then he isn’t my boyfriend anymore, is he?
it seemed like jason really loved you.
don’t you think it’s weird hanging with the freak after your boyfriend died?
you’re friends with the hellfire weirdos? what the shit, chrissy, since when?
that was it. she couldn’t hold in the storm a moment longer.
with an unusually savage cry, chrissy unloaded every iota of frustration on an unlucky blocking sled the football team had left out along the touchline. she felt the drag of an angry yelp as it flew out of her throat. again and again and again. the pull of muscle was refreshing and nauseating in turns. a kick for every stupid comment she’d heard since resuming classes. a pitiful grunt for every time she let the cheer squad, her friends, every oblivious classmate at hawkins high believe a lie about her. another, harder grit of her teeth for every time she didn’t do a thing to make anyone assume otherwise, too petrified to admit to herself just how miserable she truly was.
now, chrissy cunninham was paying for her stepford bullshit and plastic smiles along chewing gum-stuccoed hallways. a perfect picture never meant to last. everything she was told to work for, gone.
four oil painted smiles flashed across her mind’s eye, each one more painfully frozen than the last. on the left, the girl in pink’s eyes started to bleed.
freak, freak, chrissy, you’re a freak!
her shoe flew in one more perfect arc, a final blazing strike for good measure. ❝ UGH!! ❞
“looks like it’s absolutely necessary.” / @tempesttragedy‘s veronica sawyer
sounds of exertion pivoted from growls to a terrified squeak. that whole performance had been witnessed. oh god, oh god. chrissy waited, all tension and electricity, for the derision or the utter shock and horror, but none came. instead, all she saw upon turning was an almost.....blasé pair of eyes.
❝ o-h......um. yeah. ❞ dainty wrist shaking with adrenaline, chrissy tried to dab at her forehead with any elegance she had left. halfway through the motion she gave up, a regretful grin taking the worry’s place. ❝ kind of. it got built up....over a while. ❞
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hiya tigers! i'm in the midst of oozing my way back on here, so i'm beginning to post some stuff that has sat in my drafts for a while. one offs, threads with inactive or moved blogs, etc. if you get a random notif from me and you're wondering why, that's why! all excuses to write are good excuses and i'm using what i have LOL
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.”
MY FELLOW QUEEN, it is time for both of our chrissys to go skipping down the orange and green brick road and live again, LIIIIIIIVE DAMN IT.
-- The ABSOLUTE Queen, @greenscrunchy , is back and I am WIGGLING WITH EXCITEMENT to see her back.
in other news, who is coming to dead girl brunch with @nonangelic and chrissy cunningham while they mourn their lost potential?
there’s going to be morgue-mosas and chai lattslays and boo-berry muffins.
here’s your “wow, what the hell, jason” for today: there are multiple guys on the hawkins cheer squad, and like all cheer guys they play a really big part in building the strength of the squad - which we see in the pep rally when they’re assisting with lifts. jason, during his rousing “we’ll win for the dead people” speech, only draws attention to the girls on the squad.
𝕃𝕀𝕊𝔸 𝔾𝔸ℝ𝕃𝔸ℕ𝔻'𝕊 𝕄𝕀𝕏𝕋𝔸ℙ𝔼 X 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒸𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓎 ( @nonangelic )
as long as nobody’s listening, this fate of our is worsening ( 24 - flor ) / heaven can you help us where we can’t go ( covered by roses - within temptation ) / angels fall like rain and love is all of heaven away ( the ghost in you - the psychedelic furs ) / ghost duet - louie zong
If you marry me
Would you bury me?
Would you carry me to the end?
(lays back all sexy for u on the bed) (bangs my fuckign head on the headboard)
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐂𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐌 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬. 𝘢 𝘱𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.
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