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4x09 Eddie vs. the bats. But not in that scene.

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starting it with steve is absolutely diabolical I already need a break. give me a second

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HOLY FUCK THAT TRAILER WAS SO FUCKING WELL DONE

This three minute video stands as a testament against all who complained Stranger Things took too long. We’re getting the world’s best finale ever 🤘🤘

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JOE KEERY as STEVE HARRINGTON Stranger Things 5 Trailer 

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That's Steve's baby brother. ❤️

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I FEEL FUCKING SICK

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[insert favorite love song]

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the best part about stranger things is that they can’t solve anything until they put the three groups together because each group is acting within a separate genre

mike, lucas, dustin, and el are in a weird sci-fi coming of age story where the group of plucky misfit kids solve the mystery and test their friendship along the way

nancy and jonathan are in a horror movie where the teenagers have to kill the monster set against a backdrop of high school drama and romance

joyce and hopper are in a conspiracy thriller where the adults have to figure out what shady stuff the government is up to while also dealing with the difficulties of their personal lives

they all approach the issue within the confines of their genre, but none of those approaches work because none of them are seeing the whole picture. it’s only when all the threads start to converge that they can actually get anything done.

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did you see the teaser drop?

EDDIES GRAVE I CANT- *sob*

I did! omg, why can't they just leave Eddie alone??? i hate this, i hate this. he died trying to defeat Vecna, he's a fucking hero. he deserves so much better. 😞

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💝 Lift Home? 💐

Crowley's here to pick up his angel so they can make their way to the newly acquired cottage, their new Home™️, together, but before he can be all smooth and offer his flowers with a cheesy pickup line, Aziraphale is taking the opportunity to show all of Soho that this demon is his and his alone 🥰

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(This is July's Patreon mini print! You can sign up until the last day of the month to get it <3)

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Im gonna sob

I’ll sob right now in fact

Noah and Finn via their IG stories 15/7/25

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If someone ever tells you that you're dumb or delusional for analyzing random little things that Mike does in order to prove that he's queer, remind them that their precious Steve literally did that in the show. Guess they would call him delusional too? Except, oh wait... he was right.

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JULY 14: Poetic Justice

CW: Gambling, mentions of an arrest. Other than it's maybe, probably, definitely based on a true story from my high school days 🤭

WC: 946

Tags: Corroded Coffin, Lydia Richardson (Jeff's momma), Jason Carver, Jeremiah Carver (Jason's dad)

Pairings: None

Rating: T

Summary: While on tour (far, far the fuck away from Hawkins), Corroded Coffin frontman Eddie munson gets a rather interesting phone call from his best buddy, Dustin Henderson - who still has his thumb on the pulse of everything Hawkins.

Series: @corrodedcoffinfest 2nd Annual CC Fest: Media Mania

“I hear you,” Eddie has to shout into his phone over Dustin’s frantic rambling, “Christ, Henderson, I hear you.  Give me a fuckin’ second to find the remote and I’ll watch it with you.”

Curious to the commotion, Gareth swaggers into the tiny den from the kitchenette, plopping down on the plush tour bus couch.  He takes a huge bite out of his apple before asking, “Wh’re ‘e ‘athing?”

Eddie shoots him a scathing glare.  “Swallow your goddamn food, Emerson, and turn it to Channel 3.”  There’s an abrupt influx of manic shrieks from the other end of the line, easily heard as Eddie holds the speaker away from his ear.  “Channel 10.  Jesus, fuck.  Take it down a notch.”

Gareth snorts, snatching the remote Ed tosses his way to click on the TV.  It takes but a moment before the familiar surroundings on screen make sense, and Eddie whistles a low, “Holy shit” while Gareth calls for his bandmates.

Soon, they’re all gathered around, watching in varying states of shock as Jason Carver is escorted out the front doors of Hawkins High, flanked by two Hawkins Township police officers.

In cuffs.

Though the camerawork is shaky, the hard set of Jason’s jaw is still crystal clear, and the ticker at the bottom of the screen is why:

Hawkins High Accounts Manager Jason Carver Arrested for Embezzlement 

“Dude,” Eddie breathes, owl eyes glued to the screen, “what the fuck?”

Gareth nudges Jeff.  “Did your mom know about any of this?”

“I’m already texting her,” Jeff mutters as his fingers fly across the screen, “but if she did, she didn’t say anything.”

“Of course your mom knew,” Grant chuckles, grinning broadly as he watches in real time as Jason’s thinning blond head ducks into the back of a squad car.  “Your mom knows everything.”

All eyes turn to Jeff as his phone dings.  “She says that there were rumblings of missing money in their office for years, but no one could ever nail it down.”  He sucks in a breath.  “Oh.  Until – god, Carver’s a dumbass.”

“What?” Gareth yanks at Jeff’s arm like a small child.  “Tell us!  Tell us why Carver’s a dumbass!”

Jeff’s lips press as he suppresses a grin.  “Well, apparently the hard-earning taxpayers of Roane County in the Hawkins school district were funding Jason’s gambling addiction.  He –” Jeff lets loose a string of infectious snorting laughter, “he was using his work computer to place bets on sports.  That’s how they figured it out.”

“His work computer,” Gareth echoes flatly, casting a bewildered glance at Eddie.  “His work computer?”

“That’s what my mom said – oh,” Jeff’s eyes go wide.  “Woah.  She says that preliminary investigation shows that he stole over 250 grand.”

Eddie repeats Jeff’s words into the receiver, and everyone can hear the disbelief on the other end.  “No shit, Henderson,” Eddie muses, “he and I both wanna know how in the fuck does he steal that much? He’s only been there, like –”

“Sixteen years, Ed,” Jeff sighs.  “We’re getting old.”

“Once a thief, always a fuckin’ thief,” Grant grumbles.  “Stole that job from Jeff’s mom as soon as he graduated college.  Remember?”

“Yeah,” Gareth’s narrowed blue eyes rake over the TV as reporters clamber around the car for a comment.  “Fuckin’ nepo baby.”

Eddie’s disposition isn’t as stormy as his bandmates.  He’s beaming like the goddamn afternoon sun.  “This is the best day of my life,” he digs an elbow into Gareth’s ribs.  “Better than playing in the Garden.”

“No, it’s not,” his drummer grouses with a smirk.

Eddie shrugs.  “It kind of is.”  He turns to his rhythm guitarist and offers him a toothy smile.  “You know they’re gonna make your mom the interim manager, right?”

It’s clear from the look on Jeff’s face that he’d already considered this.  “Nah, I don’t wanna jinx it for her.”  

“Come on,” Gareth groans, “Just let us be happy for Lydia.  You know she’s gonna get it.”

“Yeah, maybe.”  Jeff stares at his phone, at the three little dots at the bottom of his mom’s text thread.  “Don’t know if she’d even want it now.”

He can’t even say it with a straight face, and Gareth clocks him first.  “Aw, stop being so modest.  Of course she’d want it.”

“Okay, fine.  Yeah, obviously she would.”  Jeff’s eyes sparkle with that quiet mirth that makes him the member everyone underestimates, but should actually watch out for the most.  “You guys wanna know what the best part is?”  His face splits wide with a grin as he says, “Even as interim manager, she’ll have to be appointed by the school board.  The president, specifically.”

Eddie cocks his head, lips curling with amusement.  “And who might that be?”

Jeff heaves a satisfied sigh as he plops on the couch next to Gareth.  “None other than Jeremiah Carver himself.”

The boys laugh themselves dizzy, lost in the beautiful irony that is Jason Carver’s demise.  Once their amusement dies down, Eddie races to the fridge to study the calendar haphazardly taped to the freezer door.

“How long do you think it would take for her to be named manager, Jeffy?”

“Uh,” Jeff goes wide-eyed, “no idea.”

“Whatcha thinkin’, Ed?”

Eddie tosses a wink over his shoulder.  “Oh, nothing, Gare.  Just seeing if we have it in our busy touring schedule to swing by Hawkins.  Sit in on a school board meeting while Mr. Carver has to turn over his son’s old job.”  A ringed hand splays over his heart.  “Only out of respect for Lydia, of course.”

That gets Grant and Gareth giggling again, and even Jeff doesn’t contain his grin.  

His fingers can't type fast enough. 

“I’ll ask her right now.”

next up: JULY 15: Breaking Bad

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NYC Steddie, my beloved

Eddie keeps running into this gorgeous librarian-type guy on the weekday 7:49am 2 train from Brooklyn into Midtown. They always seem to wind up in the same car, sometimes exchanging shy nods over each other’s choices of books or iced coffee, but never more. Eddie’s been dying to say something, but has never worked up the nerve.

Until one morning as Eddie’s stepping off, Hot Librarian stammers something about liking Eddie’s band tee right as the doors close between them.

Eddie decides then and there: tomorrow, he’s asking for his number.

But the next morning, Eddie oversleeps. He misses the 7:49 train.

And the next day? No Hot Librarian.

This kicks off six weeks of Eddie chasing the presumed love of his life across the MTA: he tries the 7:41, then the 7:54, then switches to the B train, then the Q. He takes a different route home every day, and starts haunting bars and parks all along the 2 line. He spends so much time at train stations that his friends start calling him the Subway Surfer.

But no sign of Hot Librarian.

It’s just starting to feel like autumn when Eddie gives up. Tired and defeated, he finally returns to the 7:49 2 train. He slumps into a seat, head down and sulking.

A pair of impeccably clean Nikes stop right in front of him, stepping between his boots.

He looks up— and there’s Hot Librarian, a little breathless but grinning wide.

“Hey, Rockstar,” he says. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

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Steve and Eddie constantly encounter each other over the years in series of increasingly odd meet-awkwards.

Like Eddie goes to climb into a window at a party at the same time Steve goes to climb out of it and they do one of those silent shuffle dances until Eddie dramatically backs away bowing, while Steve rolls his eyes and goes first.

Steve tries to return the library book he checked out just to impress Nancy, but on the other side of the drop box, Eddie is "helping" the library TA, Jeff. When Steve pushes the book through, Eddie grabs it from his side. Steve thinks the book’s stuck and starts tugging, leading to a brief tug-of-war, until Eddie yanks and wins.

A moment later, a hand pokes out of the slot with a middle finger raised.

(Steve rolls his eyes at that one too.)

5:30am Steve is sneaking out of some girl's house and across the street Eddie is stealing the mayor's lawn gnomes. Steve raises his eyebrows. Eddie points to the house he's sneaking out of, then raises a finger to his lips. Steve nods, but--surprise!--rolls his eyes.

They never say a single word to each other, but somehow end up with an unspoken rule about not interfering (or snitching) on what the other is doing.

That is until Eddie's walking along the train tracks at night, mumbling angry nonsense about out of town drug deals and how life must hate him specifically to cause his van to break down too and suddenly, there's weird growling in the woods.

Then rustling and growling, then some sort of not-a-dog and growling, then a face that blooms into rows of teeth and Eddie starts running, but he keeps looking back and ends up bowling down a group of terrified children.

Eddie's on his feet in an instant, yelling and screaming, trying to get up and get them up and explain the horror behind him all at the same time while he can hear the not-dog gaining, gaining, gaining.

He spins around right in time to watch Steve fucking Harrington step in front of him and the kids both, swinging a bat against the not-dog's head.

(Somewhere in the part of his brain not liquefied by fear, Eddie registers that the bat has nails in it.)

Steve hits the not-dog's head a few more times before looking up.

They lock eyes, just like they have a hundred times before, only this time, this weird little encounter, he breaks their silence and says;

"Don’t tell me you’re out here trying to catch monsters too."

Which is a wildly hysterical series of words to come out of King Steve's mouth.

Unfortunately Eddie is hyperventilating too hard to make that point, and one of the children seems to clock his weird breathing because they look at him, then look at Steve and loudly go "Uhhh..."

And Steve--rolls his fucking eyes of course he does, the jerk, but he swings the bat effortlessly in one hand and reaches out to grab Eddie’s with the other.

Then they're holding hands and walking (well, more like Eddie's getting towed) out of the woods, Steve casually filling him in as they go, and he doesn't know it yet, but this sets a precedent in his mind.

Steve Harrington is now his designated emotional support jock.

Apparently, somehow, Steve is cool with this, because from here on out, whenever Eddie freaks, flinches, or considers screaming into the void, his immediate response is to death-grip that very same hand, and Steve never once shakes him off.

Doesn't even acknowledge that it keeps happening, but does start just...holding it out, like he's offering a cig, the second shit starts to go sideways.

(Steve, who keeps rolling his eyes about it, but is also never the first to let go.

Eddie would obsess over what that means, but he’s got bigger problems. Like monsters. Lots of them.)