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Turns out I am not a Doctor Who fan, I am a casual enjoyer.

I am a Rose Tyler fan through and through though.

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i still wonder how sunsets are still beautiful and how the birds still sing

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doctor who | season two, episode eight: the impossible planet

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Drew this for the Hellcheer Zine!

And They Said Speak Now by dibidibidani Five years after their relationship ended so they could both follow their dreams, Chrissy finds out from Nancy and Max that Eddie is getting married. Obviously since he’s a big rockstar, he dates all the prettiest supermodels. Turns out, he’s marrying one of them - Paige Warner, a model on the rise who’s been scoring the covers of every famous magazine. Chrissy feels like she can’t compete and gives up the hope of getting the love of her life back, but when Nancy suggests she crash the wedding and declare her love for Eddie, Chrissy has to decide whether she wants to keep their love alive or let it crumble to pieces.

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everyone is trying to take your oxford comma away from you. don't give them that satisfaction, reward, or pleasure.

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Hellcheer commission for the amazing @carry-the-sky !

One of the scenes from their amazing fic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40592052

Comms are open!

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Martha Gellhorn, from a letter to Hortense Flexner featured in The Selected Letters of Martha Gellhorn

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FINAL DAY TO GET YOUR HELLCHEER ZINE

It's time to say goodbye and play our last song. Today is the final day to get Lovesong: a HellCheer digital zine 🖤🩷

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since Chrissy's pregnant with Olivia on mother's day,how do she and Eddie celebrate? How do they deal with mother's day being hard for both of them, since Laura abused Chrissy and Eddie's mom died?

🌸 I wanted to do a little Mother’s Day snippet so here you are:

(cw: grief, referenced ab*se and dealing with death)

She wakes up to the smell of flowers, finding a full bouquet in a large glass vase on the bedside table, filled with lilacs of every shade of purple and lilies of the valley dangling down like little white church bells. They makes the whole room smell fresh and beautiful. Like spring. She smiles tearfully as she manages to pull herself up to sit with a quiet grunt, her swollen belly straining her back, everything just aching this morning. She gently strokes the delicate blooms, completely besotted with every tiny blossom. There’s a little note attached to the ribbon around the vase that reads:

Happy first Mother’s Day, sweetheart

I love you

She tries not to burst into tears as she leans in close, burying her nose into the soft petals and breathing in their fragrance, her heart aching now too. This day is always a melancholy one for her. So many years of trying to show her mother how much she loved her, trying to make her smile, giving her a little piece of her heart every year, making her something special; hand painted cards, jewelry she strung together with glittery pony beads and embroidery floss, a bouquet of hand picked flowers from the park, her first ever cross stitch pillow…

Her mother would always look down at the offerings with an indulgent closed mouth smile, unable to hide how disinterested or unimpressed she was with them all. She’d find a misspelled word in the written messages of her card, throw away the jewelry the next day, telling her that it was too flimsy and it was just going to fall apart. She’d put the wild flowers on the back counter of the kitchen, out of sight, so they wouldn’t contrast her professionally arranged flowers on the table… And she actually laughed out loud when Chrissy gave her the pillow (the last year she gave her any handmade gift) shaking her head in amusement as she leaned over to caress her cheek. “Oh my Chrissy, thank goodness you are such a pretty girl.”

With a shaky sigh, Chrissy forces the unpleasant memories away, wiping her eyes. With a little bit of a struggle she makes it to her feet, her hand smoothing over her belly. “Oh, sweet girl,” she sighs softly to her baby. “You can’t be tuckering me out already, we just woke up.”

She wanders into the kitchenette, finding Eddie with his back turned toward her, making pancakes with chocolate chips and sliced strawberries over their small stove top. She sneaks up behind him and carefully wraps her arms around his waist, kissing along his shoulder blade beneath his worn t-shirt, resting her forehead against him.

A hand comes to rest over hers. “Morning, sweetheart,” he whispers a little sadly, tracing his thumb over her skin.

He’s always so quiet today, distant.

“I love my flowers,” she tells him, trying to keep her voice clear, but it still fractures.

He sniffs, giving her hand a squeeze. “…Are you hungry?”

She nods against him and he turns in her embrace, wrapping her into him, kissing the top of her head lovingly.

They eat in the honey glow of the morning, hands entwined across the table. He smothers his pancakes in syrup while she swirls whipped cream on top of hers. After, they wash the dishes together in companionable silence. Eddie can see her discomfort whenever she stretches or bends to put the cups and plates away. He brushes back the curtain of her hair, pressing his lips to her shoulder. “Feeling sore, baby?”

She nods stiffly, closing her eyes as she tries to breathe through the pain throbbing down her spine, throughout her body. “Just a little bit.”

“Here.” He leads her to couch and gently pulls her down to sit between his legs as he begins to massage her lower back, slowly moving his way up to her shoulders.

She moans quietly, sagging back into his chest, taking long, deep breaths as he eases the burning tension. He mouths along her neck while he kneads her hip bones. “Thank you,” she breathes, reaching a hand behind her to hold his face beneath his long waves of hair. He has no idea how much it helps.

“Can’t believe we’re going to be holding her in our arms two months,” she feels him murmur as warm tears of relief fall freely down her face.

“Me either.” She lifts her head up to face him, her fingers mapping his jawline as they stare into one another’s eyes.

“Are you doing okay?” she asks him after a long lull of silence.

He nods solemnly with a thick swallow. He still keeps so much of the pain from losing his mother buried deep down inside himself. He struggles to talk about it, even with her. “I’m okay… Wayne brought her my flowers for me today before he went to work.”

“Her violets?” Chrissy asks quietly. They were Alice’s favorite and in the middle of May thousands of them would grow in the unkept yards of the trailer park. Eddie would pick handfuls and bring them to her when he was little.

After she died, he kept the tradition, bringing them to the cemetery to leave on her gravestone. He took Chrissy with him to meet her there during their last spring in Hawkins.

He nods again, smiling a little as he tucks himself around her. His palms sliding up over the swell of belly, caressing her soothingly, both of them feeling Olivia moving beneath his touch.

“This is going to be a happy day for us from now on,” he promises her.

Promises himself.

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my loves have arrived 🎀🦇

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not only would he die for her but he carries her cute pink backpack too!

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Does anyone else ever think about Eddie learning that music of all things is what can "save" people from Vecna?

Eddie Munson, who was already torn up with survivors guit over what happened to Chrissy, realizing just how easily that he of all people could have saved her.

Its like the worst kind of poetic irony

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Chrissy: It’s okay, Eddie. Let’s face it together.

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A little while, and you will see me no longer. Again in a little while, and you will see me.

John 16:16

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Hellcheer Mini Collab Event

Strings of Fate: the Bard and the Princess

When the kingdom of Hawkins is threatened by monstrous forces, Princess Chrissy is chosen by the townspeople as the unlikely hero who must embark on a perilous quest. But she won't be going alone -- joining her is Eddie, a wandering bard with a magical guitar. Together, they must defeat dark creatures, unravel a centuries-old curse, and confront the mastermind behind it all to save Chrissy's home.

Event Guidelines & Rules:

1. The Grand Adventure Begins

The event runs for the month of May. Each participant writes one sentence per day (at minimum – you can write your line and pass off to another writer, who does the same) and then tags the next person to continue the story within 24 hours.

The story follows a single, continuous narrative based on the summary written by the DM (@writing-as-tracey).

2. The Rules of the Realm

Each sentence should contribute meaningfully to the story—no derailing the plot!

Participants must use a designated tag when passing the story forward (#HellcheerQuest)

If someone doesn’t want to participate, they can skip their turn—no pressure! Just tag the next person.

3. The Final Chapter

At the end of the month, the completed story will be compiled and shared for everyone to enjoy!

The kingdom’s fate lies in your hands. Will you join the adventure?

Join the Quest, and Sign Up Now!

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oh my goodness 🥺 my heart!

old haunts universe, a hellcheer fic series by @a-strange-inkling 🤍

read it all here.