#fliphimthebird

[puppetoffthehook]

Eddie sits in the parking lot with two coffees and a small gift box that contained a couple of cassettes. Hoping that Billy wouldn’t be late to work as he wanted to surprise him there for his birthday. - @fliphimthebird

Finally eighteen.

As he drove to the shitty community pool that Hawkins residents acted like it was a fucking beach, Billy tried to see the good in finally reaching adulthood. He no longer had to sneak into rated R movies; fuckers here actually checked IDs, who does that?! If his dad didn’t have hooks in him, taking most of his paycheck every week which wasn’t much to begin with, he could finally leave that house.

Billy was still sulking when he pulled into the lot until a familiar van was in view. Checking the time he decided to go say hello. “What’s up, rockstar? Here to finally get some color?” He teased with a grin.

[thornstocutyouwith]

“There’s a dog in the vent, or.. a very large squirrel.” Eddie comments as he could hear the whimpering getting louder in the air ducts @fliphimthebird

No Meme Gang, No Meme Gang.

Pulling the dust-covered goggles off his face and lightly snapping them onto the top of his head Journey glanced around and then snorted, amused by this claim. The other must have been high, to think there was a fucking dog in the vent, or a large squirrel, either. Raising up the carving tool he was holding, he aimed it toward Eddie "Edward, what have I said about letting yourself in my house and making wild claims?" He twisted the tool slowly as he moved in closer. Then pointed the tool out toward a wall, any wall, it really didn't matter, did it? "No fucking animals are in my walls, stop saying there are." Walking away, he made his way into the living room where Homeward Bound was playing. Pausing it he gestured to the tv with the remote in his opposite hand "See, just the tv-Are you tripping right now?" Honestly, a part of him wished he were at the moment.

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[thornstocutyouwith]

The soldier had to think on that for a moment. Of course, something seemed really off at the moment, too. Something didn't even look right. Maybe he was just imagining it though. He hope. Sasha shook his head "I-uh. I d-don't know. I think a few days ago." Looking at the model he grounded himself again. Exhaling a breath before offering a shy smile toward Edward. He glances over again "I guess it's been a while since I bought new ones." Looking over toward the others chips, then. When Edwards attention moved to his model he nodded "Yes. It's really cool." He liked to build models, obviously. He quirked an eyebrow "You play Dungeons and Dragons?" Sasha looked on, questioning. The other still looked odd, out of place "Where's your room?"

"Yeah, pretty alive. When's the last time you got yourself something to eat and uh, some water?" Eddie asks as he notices that his friend was deep into a focus project. "Hm, well your normal chips were stale. So I opted for these." He mentions with a shrug.

Looking over at the project. "Oh that looks cool. I used to build those before I got into the little models for dnd. Yeah, I've heard of them. I think I have one of their older models in my room." Smiling as he sits down on the floor.

[pi-jessicajones]

A link for my bish

@buchananbarnes1991 @fliphimthebird

[demonmegcause]

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Chrissy just wasn’t having a good day at all. She had gotten into a fight with her mom about her eating a piece of toast for breakfast. “Do you really need that?” Her mom asked. Which set Chrissy off. Her father, who was completely blind to the situation said nothing, he just continued to read the newspaper. She kept her cool as one of her friends drove her to school.

Once there, Chrissy made a b line towards the bathroom and ended up throwing the toast up. She cried in the stall for a little bit before wiping her tears away and taking her compact out of her purse and reapplied her foundation on her cheeks so no one knew she had been crying.

The blonde headed for her locker, where Jason was usually waiting for her but he wasn’t there. She put what needed to be put away and was walking past a room when she saw two students in a heavy make out session. She normally wouldn’t have been phased by it but she noticed the guy was Jason. She opened the door. “Jason?” He tried to utter out an ‘it’s not what it looks like’ speech but Chrissy had had enough. “We’re over!” She said before walking out. Chrissy went the whole day without talking to any of her friends or Jason. Jason had been trying to get notes to her but she wouldn’t read them. After school was done, Chrissy rushed out and headed to the woods where no one would find her. She started to cry and bumped into someone. “I’m so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

[haresgrove]

@fliphimthebird liked the thing!

He’d seen the whole thing. The kickass guitar cover of Master of Puppets. The scramble to fortify what looked to be a shabby RV. The hoard of freakish-looking bats that swarmed viciously around it. Munson running back out of the RV like a madman with a makeshift spear and…was that a trash can lid? With nails punched through it. Bizarre as his weaponry may have been, the guy put up a pretty good fight, and Billy had to give him props for trying, but he was quickly overwhelmed. There were simply too many. Just like the Mind Flayer had simply been too powerful for him to hold back on his own. When the Henderson kid ran over to hold his dying friend, Billy tore his eyes away from the tragic scene. It reminded him far too much of his own final moments. Expiring in Max’s arms, barely managing to get out an apology that didn’t even begin to cover all the shit he’d put her through. It was too much. Max needed him more, anyway, and though he knew he was powerless to help her, he still ran off to find where Vecna was holding her. Only to find that he was too late.

Time was already weird in the Upside Down, especially for someone who was pretty much dead, but the next few days were still a blur. Billy, or at least the phantom remnant of him, wandered the wastes in both a rage and an overwhelming melancholy. He wanted to kill 001. He wanted to throttle Eleven for failing to save the world a second time. He wanted to find out what exactly she’d done to Max, if she was truly alive or just a living shell. He wanted to crumple to the ground in a heap and wail like a damned banshee!

Instead, he found himself back in the vicinity of that old RV, lost in thought until he realized that someone or something was moving around inside. Eyes narrowed in suspicion, he stalked toward it cautiously to check it out. It was entirely possible that one of the many demon creatures of this realm was attempting to make a meal out of Munson’s body, and he wanted to prevent that, if he could, but he also didn’t know if they could see, hear, or smell his ghostly form. Psyching himself up, he decided to test the theory.

“Hey!” the blond shouted, banging on the door. “I don’t know what kind of fucked up beast you are, but you better get the fuck out! That kid was way too brave to become your fuckin’ lunch, you hear me?! He doesn’t deserve that!”

[just-hopper]

Eddie grumbles as he’s shoved into the back of the police cruiser but he doesn’t protest for once. Doesn’t try to run nor does he try to pick the lock. He looks exhausted, caked in blood, dirt, and wounds. His eyes are dull but wide. Only movement he makes in the back set is shimmying his arms from the small of his back under himself and to his front. Resting them in his lap. A mumble about it being uncomfortable. Then just silence for most of the drive.

“Can I have a cigarette before they lock me away for ever?” A tired rasp from the 20 year old. He knew what was being said about himself. Hiding for weeks in the upside down because he was scared. But he was tired of running.

@fliphimthebird

"Quit being overdramatic." Jim had winded himself trying to catch the Munson boy and aggravated his injured ankle, all which set his tone off as irritated and angry, even though that wasn't exactly the case.

He wasn't even heading to the police station, though for now, he'd let the boy think that.

"You know how long it's taken me to get a hold of you? I spotted you a couple of weeks back. What the hell are you thinking going back there?!"

[wontgodowninhistory]

「 🌈 : @fliphimthebird​​​​​​ 」

NOTICING TRAUMA SENTENCE STARTERS // accepting

based on this ask: “I don’t want to pry, but.. I want you to know I also want to listen. If you want someone to talk to..” 

Eddie never pried. If she didn’t want to talk he just extended the offer and backed off. It was one of the many things she loved him for. He knew when she needed a shoulder to lean on and also when she needed space. She only hoped that she was able to provide that same level of friendship in return. It was always something she struggled with after spending most of her early life friendless and alone. Having people that cared was something new to her and at times it still overwhelmed her. When it was just Steve it had been hard enough but now she had an entire support system and she just wasn’t quite sure what to do with that. 

At first, there was silence. Something that was abnormal when it came to Robin. Normally she could ramble on without taking a breath for an impressive amount of time. That was about random stuff - easy stuff. Sitting here on Eddie’s couch with her head rested on her knees, holding an ice pack to a fresh black eye was not one of those things. They both knew who was responsible for it but that didn’t make it any less difficult to talk about. “Thank you…” That was all she said at first. But that seemed to open the floodgates enough for her to continue. “One day he’s going to kill me, Eddie.” The words were spoken in an eerie matter of fact way as if she could somehow see into her future. Luckily it was one that would never come to pass. “And that will be it. I’ll just be gone before I ever lived and no one will remember me.” Maybe she was over exaggerating but right now it didn’t feel that way. Her father had the upper hand and a good hundred or so pounds on her. If he intended to kill her as he’d told her he would then he very well could.  

“Can I just…” She was frustrated, wanting to cry and trying not to. Robin wasn’t good at being vulnerable. “Can I stay here for a while? At least until it blows over and he forgets he wants to kill me?”

[scoops-ahoy-ladies]

@fliphimthebird

We just talked about this

Steve: It's pretty cold outside.. wanna hold hands? We should stay close.

Eddie, blushing: Okay.

Gareth: It's fucking summer.

[puppetoffthehook]

“I like the new look, suits you.” Eddie lightly teases about the black eye on Billy’s face as he toys with his metal lunch box in the forest that contained anything but lunch. “Do you want the usual or.. something a little stronger for uh, that.” @fliphimthebird

Billy openly glared at the older boy. One eye might be swollen shut from mouthing off at his dad before school but if anything he looked even more mean now than before. Munson just didn’t give a shit and that pissed the blonde off even more.

The offer of something stronger is tempting despite the hell he went through getting off hard drugs in the past. He doesn’t want to go back to that. “Just the weed. I’m not buying hard shit with a nosey brat in the house.” Which had been his reason to get clean; Max could’ve found his stash and if she took anything they’d both be dead.

[thornstocutyouwith]

“I hate croutons. They taste like dried bread.” @fliphimthebird For Sasha, Eddie is high. Maybe they’re both high lol

RP Memes from a “Stupidest Thing You’ve Ever Heard” Reddit Thread

"Really? No way." Sasha muttered, pulling his attention away from the toy model he was working on at the moment and eying Eddie "How did you even get in here?"

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[pixelpaladin24]

“So.. which of these knives do you use as tools and which ones are for.. fun stuff?” Eddie asks as he isn’t sure where he is besides being in some type of weaponry vault. @fliphimthebird

It wasn't an everyday event that a mortal just materialised in your chambers. More precisely, in your weaponry vault, which was the adjoining room to your chambers. He just finished checking his dagger collection when the man appeared from nowhere. There was a second of tense silence - during which Loki was thinking about whether the man was hostile or not as he sized Eddie up - when the man spoke.

"What?" He asked at first, then he smiled, then he started to laugh. When he could stop laughing a few seconds after, his tone was light. "We can use any of them for fun stuff, if that's what you like~ how did you get here and who are you?"

[alwaysthesitter]

Steve had figured it was something along those lines, but he couldn't stop the faint "oh" that left his lips as it was confirmed. He had seen people die in his life, it was hard not to with what they had experienced, but fortunately no one incredibly close to him. The closest had been Barb, only because of her close proximity to Nancy. And of course, what had happened to Eddie and Max. But Steve was blessed he hadn't really lost anyone close to him.

He blinked at the question, shaking his head a bit. "Uh, I have them. I mean, at least physically." He didn't know which was worse, because sometimes it truly felt like they were dead to him. Or he was dead to them. "They were never around much. Still aren't. Like, my house is their house, clearly. No way could I own that place on a Family Video wage." He shrugged, not often one to talk about his parents. "But they've basically been skipping town since I was twelve, so I spent a lot of time raising myself."

He suddenly felt uncomfortable with eyes being on him, and being the center of attention, so he cleared his throat. "I'm sorry about your mom though, man. But that isn't your fault. I hope you realize your dad is a prick for thinking that."

Eddie clears his throat a little as he notices that Steve seemed to be a little flustered or at the very least shy. So he didn't press the idea of skinny dipping any further. "Yeah, getting shot sucks. So let's stay home and avoid that." He chuckles softly. Tucking his cabin key back into his pocket for now. Relaxing a little on the bed.

His eyes drop when Steve asked about his mother. "Uh.. my mom. She.. well, she passed away while giving birth to me.. My dad blames baby me for that one. It's um.. part of why Wayne is my legal guardian." His voice thicken a little while he talks. Fidgeting with his rings, eyes darting around the room. "I only have photos of her.. a couple of her jackets, and uh, the cabin she left for me."

After a moment or two, he finally looks at Steve. "You still got your parents or.. is it a sad memory like mine?"

[pi-jessicajones]

a.k.a hawkins cont...

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Jessica had had to stop and think about it. Had she noticed a change in the way Kilgrave had been acting in her hallucinations? Excluding the addition of Reva when things had really ramped up, she couldn’t be sure. He had been a little less grossly flirting with her but then again those had never really been part of her hallucinations to begin with. Making a small sound at the back of her throat when she fully realised when Kilgrave had changed.

Kilgrave had started noticing his surroundings a lot more. And even made comments on them. In the pas that hadn’t been that unusual however, he was making comments about Flower and Eddie as if he had actually met them. Now that she actually stopped long enough to analyse the word choice he had been using in her presence, Jessica cursed. “About four days,” she slowly admitted to him.

“And the other symptoms wouldn’t occur because of my healing,” she breathed although she did look at her leg. Motherfucker still hadn’t healed. They had yet to work that part out. But the headaches? Nosebleeds? She hadn’t had any. So she hadn’t been fully aware of the attacks. Feeling the cold of the metal around her wrist. she had opened her mouth to make a comment about her strength but didn’t get far. As she had turned when she heard the clock chimes.

“...fell out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down.” Jessica’s response was to insult and ask questions never.

Her words had managed to stop Vecna from approaching though. That was a relief. Something told her if he got too close his mouth would probably smell of blood and rotting flesh. Or some other bullshit like that. So he wasn’t coming forward and he wasn’t trying to kill her. Yet.

About to say something else, Jessica noticed that he had waved his clawed...whatever the hell it was and now half of the landscape had woken up and was coming for her. “Oh fuck me sideways,” she growled as she dodged the first thing to launch itself at her. Rolling to her feet she realised that in doing so she had gotten closer to Vecna.

“Yeah, nope.” She used her powers to jump up and over his head and raced away from him. Having to use her speed to ensure that she managed to successfully dodge the deadly landscape. She slid to a stop for a second as she heard ....she grinned. Oh that sweet fucking demon. One of her favourite songs.

Iron Man.

Not entirely sure what the music was supposed to do, she had to stop herself from doing something incredibly stupid and jumping where she shouldn’t. Staying in one place for too long however, allowed one of Vecna’s vines to penetrate through her shoulder. Without hesitation, she reached up and ripped thing off and out of her body. Hearing the screams, she turned back and sighed. “Next time ask for consent,” she snarled at him.

Jessica spotted the room Eddie was in. Putting on a burst of speed and dodging the last few flailing limbs she jumped through it. Only to kind of fall back into her body in the room with Eddie. Gasping as she realised she was back in the room with Eddie, she coughed a little.

“Fuck.”

[haresgrove]

😘 - Demon!Eddie

International Kissing Day | @fliphimthebird

“Well, well, look who’s back from the world of the living. You could have at least given me a heads up, you know. Maybe even asked me to come with-” He froze in place when Eddie interrupted him with a kiss. Those lips burned against his frigid ones, very nearly thawing him to his core, and for a brief moment, he forgot where and what they were. Then he returned the kiss, tentative and quiet, before breaking away to speak his mind. “You’re lucky you’re cute, Munson,” he muttered, fairly certain that he’d be blushing now if he still had the capability. “Don’t just leave me with a note next time, okay? I’ve been back there plenty of times, and no one has seen me. I’m a ghost, remember?

[itsbitmxdinhere]

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Steve wasn’t ok at all, he had been trying to hide his pain as best as he could but those bats really screwed him up. So once they feelt safe from the bats and he tried to stand up his body failed him and tripped suddenly feeling really dizzy at the huge amount of blood loss.

“ Shit ...” , this wasn’t good this wasn’t good at all, they didn’t even have any medic supplies in here how was he going to keep up like this damn it. He was resting against the rock trying to breathe and keep cool, hopefully the others wouldn’t notice and he would be fine in a second .