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mango-beetle · 17 hours
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There has been a few sneak peaks of scene and photos for stranger things 5 going around. Will has yellow on his sleeves jacket and his collar shirt is blue. Mike is wearing a blue striped collared shirt AND THE COLLAR IS YELLOW! I love when blue and yellow shows up in their outfits.
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mybreakdowns · 2 days
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mike wheeler nobody gets you like i do pookie
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steddieasitgoes · 3 months
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Time to go fight the Duffer Brothers
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trashmouth-richie · 3 months
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no argyle but karen wheeler gets her own poster for s4?
no argyle but let’s keep n*ah and br*tt on the pay roll?
no argyle but vickie is now a core cast member?
no argyle but i bet susie comes to hawkins for dustin (ok not mad about this one)
no argyle but let’s add linda hamilton?
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orisit2828 · 1 month
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IM LOSING MY MIND.
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hotchocolatebeforebed · 2 months
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I don't want Mike and Will to get Murrayed.. I *need* them to get Clarked.
Like Mr Clarke has known them since they were 12 and obviously knows them very well. He's literally the sweetest and I feel like the boys trust him and his opinion a lot (even years later) so him talking to them and telling them it's ok would be so cute 😭
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frieswithyourbylersir · 2 months
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THERE’S SOMETHING YELLOW IN HIS POCKET LETTERGATE IS REAL
edit: I know it’s probably a tag but I want to believe 😭
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evil-gay-person · 9 months
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give me this in next season's opening credits
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gambitxrogue11 · 3 months
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Gator Tillman ASMR 🥵
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kurtkankle · 9 months
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Eddie coming back for season 5 be like:
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swftlore · 2 years
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stranger things 5:
byler: *starts flirting in the hospital*
max, immediately waking up from her coma: thats gay
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willelworld · 4 months
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interesting spoiler/leak !! hawkins food drive in winter 1987(?) perhaps??
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the-unforgivenn · 5 days
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CW: Rough sex, p in v sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, Kas!Eddie becomes more Kas than Eddie... basically, it's very self-indulgent monsterfucking with possessive!Kas!Eddie Just how we like it 😉
Word Count: 4.1K
Summary: Reuinted and it feels so good
A/N: If you have not read And I Need You to Know, I strongly suggest you start with that story. This particular fic begins right where AINYTK leaves off, and it would be a little confusing to begin with this one. Merely a suggestion, of course. If you're a child of chaos and wanna do this your own way, WELCOME MY FRIEND!!
Waking the Fallen Masterlist
And I Need You to Know Masterlist
November 1986
Hey, sweetheart.
Two words, spoken in the breath of a moment, change the trajectory of your entire life.  Two endlessly brown eyes, their vibrancy so close to fading in your mind to nothing more than a mere memory now bore devotion and need into the depths of yours.  The strength of it restarts your heart, brightens the color palette of your entire surroundings.
Here he stands in front of you, a figure no longer shrouded in mist and darkness, and you feel as if the sun has risen inside you again.
Trembling fingers trace the angle of his jaw.  “I was right, wasn’t I?” you whisper as your pads encircle the chilly skin under his curls.  “You’re alive.”
Eddie sighs, his head tilts a gentle angle while a sad smile tugs at his plush, cherry-red lips.  The way he hesitates pulls your brows together in subtle concern.  
“I promised I’d come back for you.”
There’s a strange feeling that accompanies that declaration, a curious bubbling in your brain that warns you of something he’s keeping hidden.  You want him to expand, to tell you more, to tell you everything about where he’s been – but a fiery want bursts into flames and devours you whole.
Those fingers tighten their hold in his hair.  “Fucking took you long enough.”
You waste no more time.  A firm mashing of lips, melting and molding as months of longing spills over your mouth in desperate pants and the pressing of your body against his.  There’s a bit of deliberation with how Eddie returns your passion, a coolness in the way his familiar touch roams over the planes of your back.  It’s a sixth sense, a fear that he’s hedging again pangs deep in your chest, and your mouth opens up against his in a wordless plea for more.  Harder you try to bridge this perceived distance, taking all you can as your tongue tangles with his.  A sharp breath catches in your throat as you taste him – or rather, the lack of him.  Deeper you delve, frantically searching for what was lost all those months ago, and instead you’re met with nothing.
An absence of the essence that made him Eddie.
It’s a problem for a different moment in time because right now, your need surpasses all logic that screams at you to stop.  A hunger for him claws at your insides, literally hanging on his solid frame as if you’ll lose him again.  It’s like he feels how frightened you are, how tenuous his appearance actually is, and Eddie balks. 
“Sweetheart,” he mutters against your lips that have glued to his, “wait –”
The indignant snort that escapes is as rough as it is petulant.  “I can’t, I’ve waited for you for so long, please –”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says in a rush of hands that both wish to explore and impede, “I – I’m not me –”
The admission doesn’t surprise you, not in the least.  Of course you’re aware he’s different.  You were content to leave it unaddressed.  Somehow, that felt safer – and saying it out loud shatters the childish facade of make-believe like a bullet through glass.  
“I don’t care,” you whine, pulling your body impossibly closer to his to drive home your point.  “I’m not scared of you or, or – I just – Eddie,” your whimper comes at the tail end of a sob, “please – I need you!”
Eddie’s control crumbles the instant he hears how your lips pout around his name.  A swift set of hands lifts you from the backs of your legs off the ground, slotting your core flush against his fly.  He’s so fast – in the blink of an eye he has you against the trunk of an old elm, the corrugated cracks blunted by the thick material of your sweatshirt.  A pitiful mewl escapes as your sex drags along the length that strains under dirty denim, crescendoing into a drawn-out moan as Eddie’s hands are coaxed underneath layers of cotton.  
“Fuck,” he gruffs into your neck, “you’re so warm.”
The chill of his touch makes you shiver, but not enough to quell the fire that roars for him inside.  “Baby, please…”
Eddie complies.  The restraint that bound his hands unwinds as the softness of your skin is explored once again.  Your head drops back on your shoulders, reveling in his touch that’s now turned cold.  A moan escapes you as his large hands palm the underside of your breasts, squeezing and kneading supple flesh with well-practiced precision.  His lips are everywhere, along your jaw, against your mouth, your forehead, your eyelids – kisses that come in the dozens and has you breathless as you try to keep pace.  
The embers of your mutual desire flare white-hot with every passing second, drawing close to dousing you both in gasoline, fueling what’s been smoldering under the surface for ages.  Just like before, it’s what he says that catches you on fire.
His words are heated, flames that burn so hot they turn cold against your skin.  That ice travels with soft purses of his lips over your throat and into your hair.  
“Shit,” he breathes, low and full of that intensity you’ve craved, “you smell like Emerson.”  The gravel in his tone rolls like thunder over his name.  “He’s all over you.”
Your writhing against his body ceases at the mention of Gareth, fear pools hot in your veins as the traitorous thumping of your heart echoes like a drum.  There's a desire to deny, to assure him – but you know he appreciated the change in your demeanor as soon as it happened.  It’ll do you no good to lie.
His nose nudges into your hair as his lips brush the shell of your ear.  “You need to smell like me,” there’s a wickedness in how he growls your name, “gonna have to show you that you’re mine.”
Air whooshes from your lungs in a hurry, your mouth hangs agape as you find yourself under Eddie, pinned against a forgotten bed of fallen leaves.  The horizon doesn’t even have time to tilt; you’re spun so fast from your upright position that it takes a moment to gather your bearings.  Though the sky is still a bleak shade of steel and gray, there’s a glow beneath Eddie’s skin that has you blinking away the strain from the back of your eyes.
Twin pools of ever-darkening espresso brown bore into your own.  “Did you hear what I said?”
“Yeah,” you husk, hardly recognizing your own voice behind the thick coat of lust and longing.  “I’m yours.”
A devious chuckle tumbles from blood-red lips.  “Are you?” He dips his head along the column of your throat, sucking in a long, drawn out inhale through his nose.  “Because it seems like you need me to remind you.”
Your stomach knots, tying into an ominous bow of penitence and passion.  Flashes of his face, of the one that still waits for you at home explodes over the dense screen of black behind lids shut tight.  
You can’t feel for two people at once, and so in this moment, you don’t. 
“Please.”  It’s softer this time, almost apologetic, how you beg for Eddie to save you from the war that rages in your heart.  
“Please what, princess?”
“Remind me.”
“That’s a good girl,” you can feel the sandpaper in his tone grate over your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.  “Gonna have you so full of me you won’t know which way is up.”  
And you don’t.  So consumed in the way Eddie’s lips rove over your skin, so lost in the way your fingers wind again through his curls, you allow yourself to fall headlong into everything you’ve craved for the better part of the year.  It’s his presence that overwhelms you, has you feeling like you’re floating through a dream, clinging to him as he kisses every inch of your skin.  You’re so enveloped in all that is Eddie that you don’t realize the chill you feel is a direct consequence of a bare lower half, the man that had been pressing kisses along your collarbone has now stripped your legs of your sweatpants in one long swipe of agile hands.   
Of their own accord, your thighs part for him.  Eddie groans, a sonorous rumble in his chest when he sees you exposed, just for him.  A dangerous thread of crimson swirls between the whiskey browns of his eyes, pinning that gasp in the back of your throat with just one look from his position at the apex of your legs.  
It escapes anyway, an elongated moan of his name as he licks a firm, broad stripe over the gusset of your ruined panties.  The strength, the smoothness of his tongue is so much more than what you remember; impossibly softer and longer, reaching deep inside you after he snakes beneath the soaked fabric with a swift twist and thrust.
“Fuuck – Eddie!”
“There she is,” he rasps against your cunt, tearing your underwear away with a precise slash of a taloned finger.  “There’s my girl.”  
Ecstasy washes over you, igniting your insides with electric lust as hot, wet licks and sucks from those plush lips work over your core.  The heat of his touch reduces you to a shell, mindless and blank as he fucks you on his tongue.  A sound other than the rhythmic whimpering and panting of his name interrupts; a weathered, grand scale unfurling of something otherworldly and unfamiliar fills your senses and has you fighting your own pleasure to wrench open your lids and look.
Wild, wide eyes can’t decide where to focus first.  It’s a shock, honing in on the broad, leathery wings that stretch across the sky in all of their beauty and grandeur, shielding your bodies in an inky, translucent dome. 
“Look at me, baby.” Eddie calls you to him, away from how his body looks suspended in midair as he hovers over your form.  “Eyes on me while I fuck you.”
You’re a babbling mess, hindering more than helping when your fingers tangle with his as he works over the buckle on his belt.  Obvious need tickles over the skin of his low belly, devoid of its usual warmth.  Luckily, all that warmth still swirls over his features, drawing the corners of his mouth wide in a Cheshire grin.
“Easy now,” he chuckles, shoving the waist of his jeans past your needy fingers down to his thighs, “I’ll take care of you.”
A gasp of his name tumbles from your kiss-swollen lips when the band of tattered blue-checked boxers finally frees his cock.  It hangs heavily between his legs, a thicker and more daunting sight than you remember.
And oh, how you remember.  
Words evade you, even as you trail a tentative hand along the path blazed by his happy trail.  “I –”
Your stammering over the sheer size of his cock darkens the hard lines of his face.  “Say it.”
“S-say –”
“Say it,” he demands again, head tilting to the side as he waits.  “I know what you’re thinkin’.  Wanna hear you say it.”
He leans forward, snickering as you suck in a breath while he guides the overly thick head through your folds.  “Eddie, god – y’so big –”
A gentle push inside still stretches you to your limit, and the whine that bubbles from the back of your throat is loud enough to drown him out.  But somehow, you still hear him rasp,
“Be Daddy’s good girl and take it.”
Eddie bottoms out in one thrust, and despite his command to keep your eyes on him, you succumb to the sharp, searing pleasure that becomes synonymous with pain.  Tears spring to the corners of your eyes almost immediately, leaking from lids that squeeze tighter with every rough snap of his hips.  
He’s so deep, like he’s reached every part of you.  “Eddie, oh!”
“Who?” the man above you challenges.  “Who am I?”
Your tongue is so heavy, unable to form a singular thought beyond how his massive length feels as he rearranges your insides.  “D-daddy –”
“That’s right.  Tell Daddy how it feels,” he husks, breath puffing against your cheek, “tell me how deep I am inside of you.”
Your jaw hangs slack over words that just won’t form.  He holds you tighter, impossibly closer; the juxtaposition between the way he cradles your face between his unnaturally large hands and how fast he fucks you is laughable – if you posessed any of the faculties to laugh.  
You might not, but Eddie sure as hell does.
“Have I already fucked you stupid?” Eddie scoffs over an incredulous laugh, rutting into you so hard you can feel how your body bounces on his cock.  “Or did someone else screw the words out of my girl while I was gone?”  Flashing a wicked smile as you whimper, he clicks his tongue.  “No way it was Emerson.  Boy doesn’t have the balls.”
It feels like he’s taunting, like he’s trying to draw the truth from your lips with the heavenly drag of his cock through your cunt.  A truth that you worry he already knows – and what’s unexpected is how much that thrills you.  
You want him to know.  You want him to submit to the dirtiest impulses, to have him possessive of what has always been his.  It’s terrifying how fast he’s wound you up, how swiftly his body moves against yours.  It was clear from the moment you saw him that something had changed, but not an ounce of you expected this.  Your sweet, reverent Eddie is gone – replaced with a beast of a man intent on claiming you in every sense of the word.
Perhaps more terrifying is your willingness, the staggering, all-encompassing desire to submit to his needs.  
You want him to own you.
His tone is ruthless, matching the relentless pace his cock pistons in and out of your aching, sodden hole.  “Anyone else make you feel this good?”  He grabs your chin, his forefinger taps your cheek for attention.  “Huh?”
You can hardly see him, the massive outline of his form blurred by the tears that flood your lashline.  “Eddie –”
“Answer me.”
“No,” your voice is thick, but firm nonetheless.  “No one else…”
“That’s what I thought.”
It’s animalistic, the way he takes you on the forest floor.  Breathy grunts and pants are swallowed by his mouth that devour yours, that steal your air but breathe life inside you all the same.  He keeps his pace, keeps you suspended on that razor-thin wire between pleasure and pain. 
“Take it,” he grits, disengaging from your lips with a sloppy pop and ragged inhale.  His ember eyes flash as he coos, “Know you can take it baby, c’mon.  Know it’s big, but you can take it.”  Eddie smiles as you mewl, arching your back further off the dirt to meet his thrusts.  “Fuckin’ made for me.”
There begins the filthy stream of consciousness, his dirty erotic narrative of your passion tumbles from his lips in smoky promises drenched in ardor and lust.  Every sentence is full of meaning, punctuated with harsh thrusts and snapping of hips that have you chanting your nonsensical replies like a prayer.
You and your tight little pussy were made for me.
That’s right, say my name. 
Fuckin’ you so full, aren’t I?
Gonna show you again and again that you’re mine.
Lemme hear all those pretty sounds, baby.  
Christ, she’s just suckin’ me in, isn’t she?  Can't get enough of Daddy’s cock, can ya, sweetheart?
Gettin’ tight – fuck, you’re gettin’ so tight.  You’re gonna come, aren’t you?
Before you can gasp out a broken yes, Eddie hooks an arm under your leg and hitches your knee near your chest.  You belt a high-pitched ahh! to the canopy you can scarcely make out behind the thick screen of his wings, mouth agape with raw, unhinged bliss.  His cockhead drives against that sensitive spot deep inside you, manhandling your lower half to meet his hips with every stroke.  He’s come undone, grunting and panting as he chases his high; and suddenly, you feel it shift.
A dense foreboding casts long shadows, even as you lie protected by his shield of muscle and leather.  The air grows cold and though your pleasure mounts, you feel detached, like you’re watching it all happen from above.  Any semblance of control, of equality in this maddening bit of fucking has gone – and for the first time ever with him, you feel fear wrap its steely claws around your throat, effectively silencing you.
Eddie’s hand leaves its position at your hip, dropping the angle at which you meet his thrusts and angling his cock deeper, away from that glorious position that holds the key to your release.  Your chin is pinched between his thumb and first two fingers in a grip stronger than a vice.  Before you know it, you’re inhaling quick bursts of air tainted with the damp essence of dirt and decaying leaves.  He’s got your face held so firmly, cheek smashed into the ground as he plows into you, the lightning-fast drop of his head your only warning before a sultry swath of his breath fans over skin stretched tight.
A low, menacing rumble emanates from his chest and promptly drops your heart out of yours.  Without breaking his tempo, Eddie runs his tongue along your bounding pulse, thumping wildly in rhythm with the panic that sings through your veins.
Until you hear a sharp intake of breath.  A pause, brief as ever but still enough, slows the roll and drag of his hips until you’re met with nothing more.  Shuddering breaths wrack Eddie’s shoulders so much they shake, and carefully, finally – your man releases the hold he has on your chin and gingerly guides your face to meet his gaze.
He looks terrified, dark brown eyes so anxious they’ve turned amber in new light that filters in from your surroundings.  “Oh, Christ – I’m so sorry.”
You know he can feel you trembling, and for a moment, you consider hiding it from him.  You consider brushing this off, blaming it on getting lost in the moment, though you know – you know – that’s not at all what happened.  
Something changed, and it scared you half to death.  There’s no hiding from him how hard your heart pounds behind your sternum, how you still have unshed tears gathering along your waterline.  A subtle pucker of your bottom lip under your top, the most meager of pouts to anyone that doesn’t know you as well as he does; it’s hardly noticeable.  Barely a barometer for all of the conflicting emotions that rage inside your chest.
But it’s there.  
As soon as he sees it, Eddie’s face crumples.  “Oh, my sweet girl, I –”  He draws in a shallow breath, and then another to ground himself.  “It’s too much, too rough.” Eddie grimaces as your eyelids flare, spotting a brief look at the points of two ivory daggers flanking his incisors.
He swallows, his Adam’s apple clicks audibly.  Wiping the dirt from your cheek with the smooth pad of his thumb, he attempts to explain.  “I can’t help it.  Fuck, I thought I could help it and it got away from me, and I –”
The pain in his tone slices a shallow gash through your heart as he whispers your name.  “I don’t wanna hurt you.”
Eddie’s chest still heaves with every staggering breath he takes, and you take a moment, using it for yourself.  In, out.  In, out.  Clarity descends, despite how he’s still hot and hard inside you.  The truth, one you’d never believe had you not been educated long ago about the presence of monsters beneath your feet, becomes apparent.  
A need – Eddie’s need – becomes apparent.
Instinct, much like his, washes over you in a wave. Craning your neck, you offer the supple flesh and the life that rushes just beneath the surface.  
“Take me.”
He inhales so fast it sounds like a hiss.  In a flash of tongue and teeth, those elongated fangs are out, flirting with the inevitable.  A delicious graze of sharp, stinging pain as they press and pinch a mark into paper-thin tissue.  Eddie’s cock twitches in anticipation.
That, you can feel.  Your answer is a knowing hum, a low murmur full of intention so he doesn’t mistake an ounce of what you mean. 
“Own me.”
He almost does.  You don’t quite understand what massive amounts of self-control are needed in this moment to close his lips over his new set of sharpened teeth, to pull away from the very essence of you that calls to him with every frenetic beat of your heart.
But he does it.  Eddie removes himself from the temptation that bounds along the smooth column of your throat.   
The shake of his head is imperceptible, he’s pained as he chokes out, “Not yet.”  Opening your mouth to protest, his curls bounce with a familiar, stubborn interjection.  “Baby,” he rasps, rough with strain, “I don’t trust myself.”
“I do.”
Another sad smile, this time, you swear his oxblood eyes shine with tears.  “I don’t.”  
He smothers you in feather-soft, languid kisses before you can reply.  Your eyes roll back into your head as he resumes, moving in and out of you so mind-bendingly slow and steady.  Shuddering breaths mingle in the minute space between lips chapped and marred with passion, every pump in and out of your heat stokes the flames of your desire.  The effort to suppress all instinct has muscles tensing to their limit in his neck, his shoulders; defined cords stretched tight under hardened marble skin that twitch and beg for more.  Restraint is willed, fleshed out in the sweetest of kisses, the gentlest nudge of his cock against that spot deep within that has you seeing stars as you chant his name.
Restraint is found as Eddie makes love to you beneath the fantastical protection of his own conjuring.  The shift in him is palpable and intentional, all the more apparent with how he holds you close and whispers the words you’ve so longed to hear.
I love you.
I love you. 
I love you.
Your release surges forth, and with a cry to the sliver of sky that peeks through the overlapping leather of his wings, your body lets go.  He works you through it, dragging his length through your cunt that clenches around his cock with such force that it punches the breath from his lungs.  Eddie isn’t far behind, and as soon as he’s sure he’s worked you through all of what you have to offer, he detonates, painting your sodden walls with his spend.
Every moment is spent in arms that draw you closer with every lazy roll of his hips, twin climaxes peaking and then floating back to earth.  A gentle rock back and forth as you descend through the ether, as if you’re lying beneath him in a rowboat as it's cradled by nature’s gentle wake.  This finale is all so opposite, so terribly different from how it started – the emotional whiplash of your tryst and all other feelings repressed is suddenly just too much.
You know this is where you want to be, you know this is what you’ve craved for so, so long – but conflicted you remain.
Eddie may have placed you in the most beautiful bed of roses, but in this moment, as the creeping shadow of guilt slithers up from the ground and snakes over your body…
All you can feel are the thorns.
There is a balm in those beautiful brown eyes, an elixir that heals the cracks in your heart in how he murmurs your name as he sees the first tears fall.  He's quick to kiss them away, a peck here and there as they slide down your cheeks.  It's a comfort, a blessing to have these kisses back, to feel them on this side of reality - but that truth doesn't stop them from coming, nor does it stop the sobs from wracking your frame.  
Somehow, your man understands.  A newfound strength is present in the sinew of his arms as he cradles your body close and holds you while you let down your defenses.  For once, you're glad to cry - not aggravated with how you gasp and heave through bone-wrenching sobs.  Because this time, it's different.  
Mending what's broken is painful, as you well know... but today, you're content to succumb to this type of pain.  This pain is the kind that heals.
Soon, your cries die out.  Your shoulders stop shaking, and you finally catch your breath.
“Eddie,” your answer trembles as it spills from your lips, “where in the fuck have you been?”
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beeangxt · 6 days
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THATS MY GAY SON RIGHT HERE!!!
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ymaohoh · 19 days
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Nancy “fuck it” Wheeler
Steve “fuck my life” Harrington
Robin “well fuck” Buckley
Jonathan “fuck this” Byers
Billy “fuck me” Hargrove
Eddie “fuck off” Munson
Chrissy “oh fuck” Cunningham
Dustin “fuuuuccck” Henderson
Will “fuck fuck fuck” Byers
Mike “fuck everything” Wheeler
Max “fuck you” Mayfield
Lucas “for fucks sake” Sinclair
Erica “what the fuck” Sinclair
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