Luna Had Been In The Cafe Not Too Long Ago, Though She Hadn’t Exactly

beepxbeep​  /  richie tozier * !!

Richie smiled up at his friend and reached up to grab the cigarette, taking a drag from his mouth before reaching back up and putting it back in hers. This was reminiscent of all the nights they’d had growing up, the ones where they couldn’t help but be together for. The days where they skipped school and smoked in the janitor’s closets, the early mornings where they would get together after a bad night and smoke until the sun came up. As much as he hated Derry, it had given him 6 wonderful things and Bev was absolutely one of them. And truth be told, he needed this here in Ivywood. Her words brought him back and he rolled his eyes. “Oh come on, Beaverly….this is serious.” Which it was. He didn’t get serious a lot, only really with three of the losers, but when he did it was usually important. “I was just thinking about it and I mean…you know we both have fucking shitty pasts and we’re here and we’re stuck and do you…I mean our parents can’t get to us here right?” he asked, curiously. “I mean we all love my dad, good ole Wentworth Tozier can come any day but I mean my mom…and your dad.” Richie could handle his mom showing up if it happened but Bev’s father was a whole different story. 

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                    “maybe i’d take you seriously if you weren’t a literal dickhead.”  beaverly — unacceptable from anyone else. it was almost as if greta && henry had all made sure her reputation stuck with her no matter where she went. but, with richie it made her laugh, though with one shared look she knew... this was important. the usual flush that always hid behind cheeks quickly faded, face white at what richie suggested. her memories might be rather fucked, but one strong memory of hers was never wanting to see her father again. whatever that meant for her. it was bad enough he visited her in slumber. && richie’s mother ?? her presence bev imagined would be nothing but a setback. despite how  d r y  her mouth had become, she took a long, long, desperate drag from the cigarette, she was gonna need it. bev wanted to be optimistic, to say of course they wouldn’t show up but what was stopping them ?? “the idea makes you wish that border stopped people from coming in instead of leaving, doesn’t it ?? but realistically they could. the bowers gang too. all of them. derry might’ve been small but this place almost feels smaller.” beverly fixated her gaze on her hands, the soft texture of his hair as fingers continued to brush through it. “but look at all you’ve done without her, all you’ve accomplished no thanks to her. even if she can get here physically she can’t get here.” digit lightly tapped against his temple. “not anymore. && even if she tried she’d have to get through me first.” determination strengthening the tone of her voice once again, nothing but sincere.

feel the beat ( 2020 )

beverly 📲 ben👷🏻

ben: i... never thought about it like that

ben: we might as well dress up like we did back then too, make it a theme

ben: not that i'd wanna wear any of my old clothes haha

beverly: see that's why you gotta keep me around

beverly: so much denim was worn 😬 but i'm in lol

beverly: it's either replicas of our old clothes or we find those awful neon windbreakers to wear

beverly: so choose wisely, hanscom 😎

wxlksxflxfx​  /  scorpius malfoy * !!

Scorpius nodded his head, agreeing with what the other was saying. “Wouldn’t that make life easier?” He joked, letting out a laugh. Honestly, Scorpius was tired of thinking. Tired of trying to figure out what was going on because he felt like he was the only one searching. Listening to their suggestions, Scorpius let his head just kind of nod before he responded. “I think it’s all just a bit overwhelming. Being in this random town, and being stuck in it. Not knowing anything about it, I mean, it’s so odd…” 

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                    luna’s own laughter easily followed, nodding in agreement. “yeah, that’d probably make life too easy.” despite how they still did wish for such a thing, there was something about figuring life out — a big puzzle that one never had all the pieces to, never would either until the very end. a small, what they hoped to be comforting, grin etched along their lips. “it won’t answer everything, but maybe check out the tours of the town. every place, every person, is ODD until you get to know them. though yes this place is stranger than most. but one thing i’m sure of even though i don’t know all you’re dealing with ?? there are answers to all your questions even if you don’t have them figured out quite yet.” 

                    beverly wasn’t exactly on the tour because she cared about history. more so ever since the discovery of missing a few key memories she wanted to know more about this place. if she couldn’t remember everything that was gone, she at least wanted to know WHY it happened. what was actually real && what was only in her head, at the very least. but as she assumed, it wasn’t as if the tour was going to give her all the answers. why would it ever be so easy ?? with a sigh, she wandered to the other, arms crossed as digits rubbed at elbows ; a nervous, deep in thought habit of hers. “the books you mentioned, do they go back even further than the years you talked about or —” words trailed off, brows furrowed as bev noticed the other’s pasted expression. she offered a small, kind grin in return. “— long day ??” bev knew all about those.

How quickly things could change. The mood in the town seemed to match Lucy’s now and she didn’t once think she should do something to cheer things up. She was tired of the lies. Lies that she wouldn’t have to return to this wretched world. Lies that her oldest brother and sister believed so thoroughly, it made her angry and she was more and more frequently wishing they would never be able to remember anything ever again. She wished she could forget everything. Lucy had stopped caring. She felt nothing. Not even hatred. To feel hatred would mean she still cared about something. She went to work on autopilot, not listening to a word anyone else was saying let alone her own words. She had the dialogue memorized by now. She didn’t need to pay attention. “And that concludes the tour for today. If you’d like to learn more about the town, make sure to check the gift shop for books on the history of Ivywood. There’s a sale on books to the end of the week.” The pasted on smile fell away as soon as she turned from the group.

                    each footstep echoed against the concrete as mike went for his run, airpods in each ear. mike attempted to focus — mentally going through his notes for one of his upcoming finals. LAW SCHOOL, he had the confidence ( perhaps too much of it ) to do it, but there was always a part of him that feared FAILURE. he almost didn’t see the other until a can struck his foot. he quickly picked up what he could to help, pausing however at the sight of her tear filled eyes. “hey, no need for emotional cabbage — better the spilled milk than you right ??” mike jested in usual manner, an attempt to lighten spirits. “you alright ?? they never double bag, it’s bullshit.”

lulu juggled the bags on her arm and tried to get back home quickly as possible. her wagon had lost a wheel and she was still waiting for the new one to come in but she had to grocery shop. the blonde picked up her pace but the inevitable happened and one of her bags broke. she watched as her stuffed rolled away from her and she tried not to cry. she knelt to the ground to start picking up some items but tears filled her eyes and she shook her head. she could do this, she could get home and then she would cry at home. 

@heartsofember​ for anyone 

edgcofgreat​  /  han solo * !!

               Han  felt  ridiculous  here,  dressed  in  some  suit  that  was  way  too  tight  and  overall  unpleasant,  surrounded  by  people  dancing.  He  was  sure  that  if  it  weren’t  for  Leia,  he  wouldn’t  have  come  in  the  first  place.  But  here  he  was,  and  perhaps  the  first  interesting  thing  that  happened  to  him  all  night  was  when  someone,  who  he  assumed  was  a  fan,  came  up  to  him.  “  Uh,  yeah.  I  think  there’s  a  reason  for  that,  kid.  ”  He  held  out  a  hand.  “  Han  Solo.  You  got  a  name?  ”

・。・゜★

                    perhaps it was RUDE to stare, but finn couldn’t help it. he knew of the past — the clone troopers that were made in the likes of jango fett, bred to serve. could something like that have happened again ?? it felt like han though. && that was something finn was having difficulty in understanding. “that’s not funny. we all know solo is —” words trailed off, jaw clenched tight. even now, it hurt too much to say out loud. finn shook han’s hand regardless. “it’s finn. we’ve met before though. you know — big deal in the resistance ??” a hint of a grin formed at the memory, but he also wanted to see what han ... or whoever knew.

I’m not afraid of you!

dcvinely​  /  marley rose * !!

Marley was somehow good at making decisions, especially if it wasn’t about herself. She could indulge into someone else’s life without ever having to think about her own. So, when the other had said that they did need the help, Marley let out a content sigh, soon a smile spread over her features. If she had learned anything while being in Ivywood, it was that it wasn’t as different as Lima, Ohio. Well, other than random people waking up here. Other than that, she found similarities between the two small towns. “Well, I’m definitely glad to help!” And with that, she went around to a few different clothing racks, picking and grabbing different clothing items for the other to try. When she finished, she returned with a smile. “I think these would look good on you, too.”

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                    the one shirt was all the help finn expected. while used to the community back on the resistance base, he doubted many other places could even come close to replicating it. how could they ?? after seeing && going through what they all did together, those bonds were forged. he couldn’t expect much from such a place he knew little about, but the kindness of others was a surprise, but welcomed. eyes widened with each additional item she picked, smile genial as he chuckled. eagerly, he took her suggestions without question. he may not have ever picked them for himself, but he found he liked them regardless. “see, i never would’ve picked any of this out. back where i’m from we just kinda wore what was durable.” a shrug, his smile only widened. “i’m finn. i can’t say i can help you with fashion, but i owe you one.” 

Jake: that’s a pretty rock, Dwight

Dwight: thanks! Feng gave it to me

Feng: I threw it at you

Dwight: She’s very sweet