Fadedlustre​  /  Mike Hanlon * !!

                    hands brushed through fabric samples, weighing her options for what she wanted to create next. however, at her name she turned to the other, confusion immediate. his face, so FAMILIAR yet near impossible to place. memories have always been a bit  f o g g y  , but that’s how it always got with age, right ?? “bill.” the name pushed past her lips before she fully recognized him, memories of a voice calling out ‘ hi-yo, silver, away !! ’, the quarry, a house on neibolt street, suddenly coming to mind. “holy shit !!” she chuckled, smile warm. “i’ve been here quite a while.” at least to her it felt like it. “portland didn’t work out,” she shrugged, already feeling desperate to keep up with her ever racing mind. “what about you ?? here i thought derry was small ; guess the whole world is.”

@heartsofember​ ~ Starter for Beverly 

Bill had ran into a few members of the Loser’s Club, but he hadn’t seen all of them yet. There had been no sign of Pennywise, which brought both relief and a little bit of worry. While Bill wanted to believe that they were in the clear, but of him felt like it wasn’t going to be that easy. He had been lost in his own thoughts when his eyes landed upon a familiar girl. Bill could feel himself pause before he finally called out to her. “Beverly?” He questioned, jogging over to her. “Is that you? When did you get here?” 

beverly 📲 ben👷🏻

beverly: ben hanscom !!

beverly: i have a very important question for you.

beverly: do you still have that NKOTB poster? or any of their records/cds?

                    beverly’s practiced, silent footsteps inside && outside her childhood home took years to master. but, they did her well even now as she snuck back into the venue after a smoke break. she’d been trying to quit, but the DREAMS — they were just getting worse with each face she recognized ( though, she’d take it, if it meant seeing them all again ). she was moving towards the drinks when she spotted him, smile warm as she propped herself up next to him. “i saw a YELLOW WARBLER the other day.” she mused as if they had just spoken yesterday, not ten years or more ago. “i remembered them from your book. so keep an eye out stanny, i think they’re slowly coming back since it’s getting a little warmer.”   @spcllbovnd​  /  stanley uris.

                    luna had never been one to overly care about appearances. it’s not that they’d let themselves go, if anything it was the opposite. whatever spoke to her that day is what she’d wear — && luckily sometimes it matched. the questioning STARES was something she was rather used to at this point — as well as the inevitable comments from some. her usual reaction to such, a small grin, quickly formed. “but yellow is such a WARM color. it’s bright — a person can’t not be happy when looking at yellow. that’s just science.” luna rebutted, shrugging their shoulders. “but i will agree with you on periwinkle && seafoam green. those are lovely colors too. they go quite nicely together too — always reminds me of the water or something. — actually i saw a floral shirt at finder’s keepers the other day with those very colors.”

Regina didn’t remember much of anything. To her knowledge, she has always been in Ivywood. Maybe that’s why she felt so assertive as she would have been back at home. Still, she was still the same Regina. Manipulative, brutally honest, beautiful. It was a shame that she wouldn’t have much character development even without her memories. Anyways, Regina was on the prowl for new photoshoot spots. If she wanted to continue her growth on Instagram, and other social media apps, she needed to up her game. On the search for one, however, she spotted someone who, in her opinion, was in a fashion emergency. Even though in high school she wouldn’t say it to their face, she was more than ready to give unsolicited advice. “That color does not look good on you. May I suggest a periwinkle or… maybe even a seafoam green?” Pink was her color, however, but she limited it to Wednesdays. 

despite all the blows, you are still s t a n d i n g.

                    social gatherings weren’t exactly johanna’s thing, but she’d be anywhere that had a good drink. velvet bourbon was one of her favorites because they didn’t stiff on the alcohol like most places did. a few drinks && she was almost happily buzzed, enough at least to not be a total asshole. though, admittedly, she almost laughed at the sight of entertainment. “yeah, people around here are dicks. they never change, not matter where you are.” johanna mused, dark gaze wandering over the stain. “that’s not gonna come out. they like their drinks fruity && dark it seems. an asshole who also has bad taste.”

               Alec  spent  just  a  little  too  much  time  at  Velvet  Bourbon,  but  he  was  a  social  guy  and  liked  to  people-watch.  At  least,  this  Alec  did.  Normally,  Alec  Lightwood  would  be  off  working,  or  spending  time  with  his  family,  not  slicking  his  hair  back  in  a  small  mirror  in  the  corner  of  the  dining  room.  After  he  determined  that  every  hair  was  perfectly  in  place,  he  turned  and  was  immediately  met  with  a  spilled  drink  on  his  shirt.  “  Hey,  this  is  brand  new!  ”  He  called  out  to  the  person  who  had  now  completely  walked  away,  as  if  nothing  happened.  “  Asshole.  ”  He  muttered,  reaching  for  a  napkin  to  blot  at  the  stain.

edgcofgreat​  /  ben hanscom * !!

               This  should  have  been  a  fun  night,  especially  now  that  Beverly  was  here  with  him,  but  Ben  just  couldn’t  bring  himself  to  let  loose.  One  would  think  that,  with  this  being  the  second  time  that  Bev  didn’t  remember  their  relationship  now,  he’d  know  what  to  do,  but  unfortunately  he  was  just  as  lost  as  the  last  time.  “  Hey,  if  anyone  here’s  wearing  a  clip-on,  it’s  Richie.  Not  me.  ”  He  chuckled  softly,  trying  to  stop  his  expression  from  falling  but  ultimately  failing.  Suddenly  he  felt  as  though  he  was  twelve  years  old  again.  “  I  dunno,  maybe.  ”

🎈❤️🔥

                    brows furrowed tightly in immediate CONCERN at his fallen expression. her heart ached deeply to see him upset, it always had. this time however, the feeling was accompanied by the inkling suspicion that she was missing something. a stir of the heart that only started when she saw ben && some of the other losers again. hands grasped his arms, squeezing them comfortingly. “hey, i’m already missing that smile. besides, you got it. keep hangin’ tough && take it step by step. maybe we can even ask the boys in the band to play one of your favorite songs to make you feel better.” face remained stoic for only a moment before beverly could no longer hide her smirk. perhaps too many NKOTB references, but she couldn’t help herself — she had time to make up for. “&& if not impressed, their loss. plus, that simply means you’re stuck with me the rest of the night.”

beverly 📲 ben👷🏻

ben: bev marsh !!

ben: uh, i think so? maybe?

ben: if i do they're tucked away somewhere. why?

beverly: past meets present has all the goods apparently

beverly: this poster is different tho so you have to have it

beverly: i'll get a CD or two as well just in case

beverly: you have to act surprised when i give them to you tho

                    this whole evening seemed like a horrendous idea. always such a waste, whether that be food, recourses, or time. it practically mirrored a party at the esteemed president’s mansion. ivywood already made her uneasy, && this only made it worse. all the more so when someone in particular caught her eye —— someone she’d known for years, had studied prior to her own games && worked alongside for the rest. but it was IMPOSSIBLE. capitol mutts — their eyes resembled past tributes but certainly the capitol couldn’t do more ... she hoped. johanna waited until he was alone to approach, immediately defensive, gaze cold. “what are you ?? — who sent you ??” @spcllbovnd​  /  finnick odair.

luna tag dump.