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That’s how I’ve been feeling lately😔

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'george wright's garden in dorset, england' in livingsculpture - paul cooper (2001)

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drew a quick Eddie :’)

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Welcome to Hellfire.

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Finally using my new mtg lord of the rings deck and Oh. My. God! Eddie would absolutely love it.

He would definitely want to play the whole night (and most definitely he will lose because he's just this hyperactive and excited goofball, not capable of all these absolute badass combos), one round after another, fangirling over every creature, sorcery, instant, artifact and even the lands and bursting into a very long monologue everytime someone else casts a spell. Because he has to inform everyone (more than one time) about all the lore behind every single piece of that game. Probably even the tokens.

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the absolute struggle of knowing the exact plot of your fic, what the characters facial expressions will look like, what sounds will happen, the emotions, the lighting, everything….

except it’s all playing as a movie in your head and you can’t articulate any of it.

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I descaled my kettle with vinegar and citric acid today and, like the dumb bitch I am, I opened the lid while this shit was still boiling. I think I have successfully etched away my sense of smell.

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I just took a nap (you know, because I'm old), cuddled into my blanket, peacefully dreaming until OUT OF NOWHERE THE FATTEST FUCKING SEAGULL ON EARTH CRASHED FULL SPEED AGAINST MY WINDOW. I literally jumped out of bed, my heart is racing, omg.

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THE BOYS 1x05

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Omfg. I need this. I fucking need this RIGHT NOW! Never knew I needed something so bad. This is perfect! Everything about it!

If anyone ever writes this please please please tag me! It might take years for me to write this but as soon as I'm done with my current WIPs I'll definitely try to make the best out of this idea (if it's okay for you if I take this as inspiration 👀)

Okay but like - listen, Eddie is dating a girl that's into classical music, she's a concert pianist or cellist or maybe even an opera singer and Eddie is so excited to go to one of her shows. He even wears a suit he borrowed from Steve and puts his hair in a ponytail. Obviously he wears his white Reebok sneakers and instead of a normal handkerchief he stuffed his black and white bandana into the pocket. He definitely stands out like a sore thumb but he couldn't care less, all that is important to him is seeing his girl. And when the show is over, Eddie shoots up from his chair, proud as hell and so in love with her, clapping and cheering "Fuck yeah! That's my girl!"

Do I want to make a fic out of it? Hell yeah. Do I have like thousand WIPs sitting there, judging me each and every time I open my folder? Also yeah. Help! 😅

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she said, I'm not looking for some superhero. i want something just like this ❤️

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Drunk late night talks with Eddie

(probably part one of many more to follow)

Masterlist

The music, which is only muffled through the closed door, seems far away. Occasionally, someone slams against the door or pulls it open to shout something unintelligible into the dark kitchen.

"You know," you say, holding a pickle, gesturing towards Eddie as he nibbles on raw spaghetti, "if a zombie apocalypse happens, we need a plan. We should hole up somewhere."

"No, no," Eddie intervenes, shaking his head. "We should be on the move. Always be on the move. In a caravan, for example."

"And what do you do when the tank is empty? Or if the zombies try to break into the car at night? Besides, they can easily smash the windows." Your interjection makes him think. With a furrowed brow, he stares at the noodle in his hand.

"And what about other survivors? They might turn on us. And I don't think they would hesitate to kill you in a heartbeat to stay alive themselves."

"Okay," he clears his throat and looks at you firmly, "then on the water. A houseboat. Zombies can't swim, right? And I don't think others would bother swimming to our ship just to hijack us!"

You look at him skeptically and gnaw on the pickle. The small flashlight, which only illuminates the small space between you, flickers dramatically to add atmosphere to your vital discussion, casting eerie shadows.

"But even the ship needs fuel at some point." you argue, debunking Eddie's plan. "And at ports, we risk being attacked.”

"God damn it," Eddie hisses, pressing his lips into a thin line in resignation.

"I'm sticking to my guns, we should hole up." You insist and lean back, your back pressed against the cold, glazed wood of the kitchen cupboard and a shiver creeps through your body. The alcohol level in your blood is certainly not conducive to making such an important decision. A decision for an absurd hypothetical scenario of a zombie apocalypse. But even in this state of inebriation, Eddie seems to have reasonable doubts about your plan.

"And where?" Eddie asks, prompting you to improvise. Damn, that's a very good question that you haven't thought about yet. But of course you can't admit that. So you shrug your shoulders.

"I don't know. In a supermarket?"

"No, lots of people will be planning to do that too, that's not safe.”

"In an Ikea!" After a moment's thought, you come up with this glorious idea, your eyes light up and, thrilled with your idea, you lean forward and steal the noodle from Eddie's hand.

"In an Ikea?" Eddie repeats skeptically.

"Yes, that's perfect! You've got enough furniture and comfort to live in, enough material to keep you safe, food, sanitary facilities! It doesn't get any better than that!"

Eddie watches you skeptically for a moment, but has to admit to himself that this proposal is indeed great.

"You've got a point," he finally admits reluctantly and grabs the noodle you snatched from his hand earlier. "That's pretty clever of you, I didn't think you were like that."

"A zombie acopalypse like that must be well thought out!" you beam, your cheeks glowing red from the alcohol and weed.

"Acopalypse," giggling, Eddie repeats your slip of the tongue and after a moment of realization you both burst into laughter.

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Okay but like - listen, Eddie is dating a girl that's into classical music, she's a concert pianist or cellist or maybe even an opera singer and Eddie is so excited to go to one of her shows. He even wears a suit he borrowed from Steve and puts his hair in a ponytail. Obviously he wears his white Reebok sneakers and instead of a normal handkerchief he stuffed his black and white bandana into the pocket. He definitely stands out like a sore thumb but he couldn't care less, all that is important to him is seeing his girl. And when the show is over, Eddie shoots up from his chair, proud as hell and so in love with her, clapping and cheering "Fuck yeah! That's my girl!"

Do I want to make a fic out of it? Hell yeah. Do I have like thousand WIPs sitting there, judging me each and every time I open my folder? Also yeah. Help! 😅