basement-fading

That's where I'll be waiting...❤️

“You know that place between sleep and awake, that place where you still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll always love you. That’s where I’ll be waiting.”

After El disappeared, Mike Wheeler finds that he regularly falls into intense, deep sleeps.

The first time it happened was a month after she had gone. He hadn’t been the same since she vanished into thin air with the demogorgan that night. Her flesh scattered into millions of pieces, and through blurred eyes, and the flickering haze of the lights, Mike had watched her go…He hadn’t been the same since then. He was heartbroken, in pain and struggled to find happiness, in things that used to make him so.

The first night that it had happened, Mike had been down in the basement, clearing out some of his old toys to give to charity, as instructed by his mother. It was late, and the dim lighting made Mike feel woozy, sluggish, he could feel his eyes slowly closing, as he sat in El’s blanket fort while sifting through his things. He liked to be in El’s fort, even though it brought him pain and he only missed her more when he could smell the linger of her scent on the sheets, it somehow made him feel as though she was in some way, still with him.
He drifted off, lying in the fort.

A few hours had passed when, Mike suddenly felt weird. He had no idea what was going on, but he knew he was asleep, but he felt so awake at the same time. He could see a doorway up ahead. It was little more than a few feet in front of him, but it was so dark inside the ‘room’ he could not make out what was inside…He felt a sort of force though, a feeling that he should approach to see what was hidden amidst the looming murkiness…

As he took slow and small steps towards the room, he felt water beneath his feet. He looked down, but couldn’t see anything due to the dimness.

He finally reached the doorway and there was just enough light for him to peer inside. As he approached closer, he saw a small green tinge growing brighter and brighter, until the room was almost fully illuminated. Mike felt a sick feeling in his stomach when the hue revealed the room to be his basement, but it looked different, slimy almost and dank. He felt a sudden breeze in the room, as though there was a presence, a something, a someone in there with him. He felt scared for a moment, his heart was racing rapidly, until he saw her…

Over in the far corner, there was girl sitting in what looked like El’s blanket fort, only it was a little messier and the sheets looked different too. His heart stopped for a moment, he didn’t know who she was, was he in danger? He felt his feet push him closer towards her, as though he had no control over his own body, it seemed to be that whenever his brain didn’t want him to do something, his body decided otherwise, like he was simply a puppet, and his own movements were not that of his own, but that of another force, an unexplainable entity.

He now stood just next to the blanket fort in this imitation of his basement, looking down on the girl below him. She must of felt is presence, because that is the moment she turned around. Her face caught the light, and Mike almost lost his footing, when he saw it was Eleven!

His knees felt wobbly, his heart was racing and he felt so unusual, sick almost, he had no idea what was going on, where he was, or why El was here. He was overcome with joy and happiness though to see her, how could this be possible?

Before Mike could even begin to speak and ask her what the hell was going on, she threw her body into his. Her head resting on his left shoulder, her arms wrapped so tightly around him. Mike felt butterflies appear in his belly, and a pink tinge glazed his cheeks.

“El?!? El! El…I…” Mike struggled to form his sentences, he was so in utter shock and happiness to see her again, he never thought he would. El cut him off before he could say anything else.

“You’re wondering where we are, how all of this is possible, how am I here? I know…You may not realise it Mike, but we are in your dream, but you’re paralysed.”
“Paralysed?!! What do you mean El?” Mike asked with a worried expression on his face.
“You’re experiencing something called, ‘Sleep Paralysis’. It’s when you’re mind is awake, and you are aware of dreaming, but your body cannot move.” replied El.
“But I walked through the door, and up to you?”
“Yes, but that’s because in your dream, you’re in the upside down version of your house. Things work differently down here, while you can move, your movements aren’t decided by you, well you consciously anyway…You do whatever you subconsciously know you want to do, but you can’t stop it.”

Mike felt bewildered, lost in El’s words and still not entirely sure what was going on. But what El had explained to him was that, he was basically dreaming, but he was also awake, at least in his brain anyway. He was sort of drifting in an in-between, a middle-ground of being awake and being asleep. He had asked El if she was really here, if she was real, he couldn’t bear not knowing, kidding himself that she was there if she really was not. To Mike’s joy, she was real. She explained that because the Upside Down had a mind of its own, and had powers not even she could fully fathom, it could allow her to exist in Mike’s dream, and it was all real.

Time passed, as they played together in Mike’s duplicate basement. They tried on fancy dress, El was reduced to fits of smiles and giggles at Mike wearing a pale pink, fairy costume, that El had forced him to wear. Mike found himself, so easily falling back in love with her all over again. It was so easy, her smiles and laughter were like medicine to his broken heart.

They played hide and seek, Mike pretending not to know that she had hidden herself behind the sofa…yet again! El falling down to the ground, struggling to breathe from laughter, as Mike jumped up on her, tickling her sides, until she cried, Mike shouting that she was 'the loser’ in a jokey, playful voice.

They held hands and snuggled on the sofa, his blood feeling warm at the feel of her fingers intertwined with his, as she rested her head on his stomach. She playfully asked Mike why his heart was beating so fast, and at this, he blushed immensely, stumbling on his words, telling her it was just because they had been running around and playing, he was out of breath.

Mike never wanted this to end, his mind pleaded with him, not to remember that it was a dream and that he had to wake up sometime soon.

As he was stroking El’s hair and playing with every piece, twirling her blonde, soft wig around each finger, he suddenly felt odd. The surroundings around him, his basement, were starting to fade away, the wallpaper seeming to fall into itself, engulfing into the nothingness around it, and a wind seemed to be picking up again in the room.

“What’s going on?” asked Mike.
El looked at him, sort of sad eyed.
“You’re waking up Mike…”
Mike suddenly felt a crippling fear dwelling in his stomach.
“What?! No, El…I-I can’t go, not yet! I…” tears started to rise up in eyes, “I barely even seen you for that long, I-I want to spend more time with you!” he whimpered.

El put her hand in his, and smiled as she said, “You’ve been here 3 hours already Mike, you’ve got to wake up, you have things to do! But you can visit me anytime. I’ll always be here in your dreams, waiting…”

Mike felt El softly kiss his cheek, as her face slowly faded away into the darkness. The room was gone now, the breeze had stopped, she was gone…

Mike woke up sprawled out in the blanket fort. He was greeted with his mother’s face glaring down on him.
“Michael! I’ve been calling you for the past 10 minutes! I wouldn’t of sent you down here to sort your stuff, if I knew you were just going to sleep on the job! Go on! Get up stairs and go to bed!”

Mike abided, and slowly started to shuffle up from the covers on the floor, his mind still half in a dream state. As he remembered the last few details of his dream, he heard a faint echo ringing in his ears, as though she was in the room with him;

“You know that place between sleep and awake, that place where you still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll always love you. That’s where I’ll be waiting.”

Music Tag

Yes! I thought I wouldn’t get tagged again lol, anyway thank you @maxvillareal​ !! for tagging me <3

rules: put your music library on shuffle. list the first ten songs that come up, then tag ten people.

  1. You’re So Foxy - No Doubt
  2. Gentlemen - mewithoutyou
  3. Car - Brand New
  4. The Morning After - Meg Myers
  5. Such Small Hands - La Dispute [seriously 1 of my fav bands. No one is on their level with lyrics. I get chillllls D: ]
  6. Holy Toledo - Citizen [what lol I think I’ve only listened to this once]
  7. Fading - Basement [super favorite, so many good shows too]
  8. Jane Doe - Converge
  9. Hometown Hero - Title Fight
  10. Deep Sea Creature - Mastodon [oh damn I use to listen to them sooo much years ago.]

Okay, [sorry I kept your formatting] 
I have no idea what came up.
Hahah, anyway I tag @beaella9  @108sims @simmering-pancakes @simmingswimmingly @sparkiemonkey @msqitotrap @lemonheadsims @scampsims @kkelpcake @bluglitch

@gentlemenxpassion

“Mom you need to eat something…” Eve was kneeling in front of her with a plate of food. For days now Ari hadn’t been eating or sleeping and Eve was worried about her mother. Ari didn’t even really move when her daughter spoke and pulled her legs closer to her body and remaining in the corner of the basement. Blue eyes slightly faded as she looked at the floor. Her delicate fingers grabbed the blanket on the bed she slept on and she covered her body with it. Eve sighed and looked back at the other girls who were worried about her. “I’ll go get dad.” She started to stand to go but Ari gripped Eve’s wrist, still looking at the floor and shook her head. She didn’t want Derek to come down here. He probably didn’t care about her anyway but she didn’t want him to see her like this.

She laid down and turned her back to the other girls, the blanket covering her. Her normally shiny blonde hair was dull and up in a bun. While she laid there her whole body shook violently while she closed her eyes trying to rest but she couldn’t stop replaying Derek yelling at her or the feeling of his hand around her throat. Tears formed in her eyes.

Show Recap: Thursday / Basement / Touche Amore @ NYC 4/29/2017

Thursday performed at Irving Plaza on April 29, 2017, with support from Basement and Touche Amore. Check out the setlists, photos, and videos from the concert!

Touche Amore 

  1. Flowers and You
  2. Pathfinder
  3. New Halloween
  4. The Great Repetition
  5. Art Official
  6. Displacement
  7. And Now It’s Happening in Mine
  8. Amends
  9. Benediction
  10. Home Away From Here
  11. Just Exist
  12. Rapture
  13. ~

Basement 

  1. Whole
  2. Fading
  3. Aquasun
  4. Spoiled
  5. For You the Moon
  6. Earl Grey
  7. Brother’s Keeper
  8. Promise Everything
  9. Pine
  10. Covet

Thursday 

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  1. For the Workforce, Drowning
  2. The Other Side of the Crash / Over and Out (of Control)
  3. Cross Out the Eyes
  4. Beyond the Visible Spectrum
  5. Autobiography of a Nation
  6. Counting 5-4-3-2-1 
  7. A Hole in the World
  8. Signals Over the Air
  9. Jet Black New Year
  10. This Song Brought to You by a Falling Bomb
  11. Division St.
  12. Sparks Against the Sun
  13. Understanding in a Car Crash
  14. War All the Time
  15. Turnpike Divides
Fading
Basement
Fading
Basement // Fading

Rain falls hard
Washes me away
I feel sick

I feel sick
So empty
So ordinary

Cause in my head I heard you call my name
I’m breaking down
I’m fading


And everything I had will fall apart
Nothing stays the same
And everything I had will fall apart
Nothing stays the same

Cause in my head I heard you call my name
I’m breaking down
I’m fading

I haven't entered the basement in eleven years now.

original / author

Our house had an interesting setup.

The stairway down to the basement was in the garage, protected by a coded doorknob.

You enter the code, you gain access.

Pretty cool, really. Even cooler, in our family’s house, was the cat flap in the opposite wall.

We had five cats, and enough basement for them to have all the space they needed for their food, water, and litter. Letting them in and out through the garage was a hassle, so my dad carved a hole straight through our living room wall, right into the ledge above the stairwell to the basement.

At a certain angle it was almost eerie, how a cat could seemingly dissappear straight through the wall.

But I digress.

The point, of this promisingly, honest to god true story, is the living hell I experienced with my chore of feeding the cats and changing their litter every night.

I haven’t told anyone else this story, ever, but it seems like it’s time to get this off my chest. To make it known, and real.

Shit, I’m terrified to make this real. But I can’t keep this to myself anymore.

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