#ed blur

[upsidedownmvnson]

reader is insecure about being chubby | eddie munson blurb

requested by anon <3

warnings: insecurities, fluff, really mean bullying names, may be a long blurb idk

AN: i was chubby so i felt this one, and nothing said here wasn't said abt me in real life, but i know eddie would love something soft to grab

Everytime you walked to hallways, you had Eddie Munson's undivided attention. He was totally enamored with you. Every inch of you was a treat. The wide hips, every curve, the huge boobies, an ass he wanted to grab a handful of... The boy was obsessed. He would make up any excuse to talk to you, and anytime he could make you smile, he would be on top of the world for the rest of the day.

All day everyday Eddie would be tripping over himself to get your attention, but you saw it as something friendly. You thought Eddie was trying to be your friend. You thought maybe he saw you as a potential for Hellfire.

You were so wrong.

You, of course, were also smitten for Eddie. You would curl into yourself whenever he was around, he just made you feel so shy. He was so bold, so confident. It was something you admired about him. He was so rough, all leather, denim and calloused guitar fingers. You wanted to feel those fingers.

Today, you were wearing a skirt, against your typical covering wardrobe. You were excited when you left the house, but now you were just nervous. People looking at your legs, judging them. It made a shiver shoot down your spine. You were at your locker, trying to make yourself disappear into the metal.

"Damn, babe," Eddie said, leaning on the locker next to yours. He chuckled when his words startled you but talking, "you look good today."

"Stop," you said, heat rising in your cheeks and neck. You probably looked ridiculous, but Eddie's smile was as kind as always.

He brought his hand up to run one of those beautifully rough fingers across your cheek, tucking hair behind your ear to keep it out of your face.

"Pretty," he said quietly, trailing that finger down the side of your neck before dropping it back to his side. His eyes were a little wide like he hadn't meant to actually say that out loud.

"Eddie?" you kept your voice low, questioning his sudden desire to have his hands on you. It wasn't actually sudden, it's just the first time you perceived it as anything other than friendly.

"It's time for you to put me out of my misery," Eddie said, hand over his heart feigned agony. "Would you please do me the honour of going out with me this friday night?"

"You want to go out with me?" you asked, cheeks burning under the skin.

Eddie chuckled a little, but his eyes held a hint of confusion. His voice was soft, but questioning. "You can't really be that shocked, I mean... I've been coming on pretty strong."

Now you were embarrassed, your insecurities preventing yourself from enjoying the compliment. You were too stunned to say anything, but Eddie's eyes were kind, they encouraged you not to retreat into your shell. He was too sweet, touching your shoulder to keep you grounded. You felt his warmth threw the shirt you were wearing.

"Hey," he said softly. "Where'd ya go?" When you just blushed further, he said, "it's okay to talk to me, I've got your back sweetheart."

"Eddie we can't go out," you said finally, the disappointment clear on his face. He didn't try to hide the sadness clouding his eyes.

"Why not?" he asked, "it's okay you don't have to explain. Somebody else already, huh?" His defensive babbling continued, as he tried to mask his hurt feelings at the thought of your rejection. "I shoulda known a catch like you already had somebody sweet on her, I mean... damn, you're beautiful."

"Eddie, stop." You refused to tear up in the hallway, that would only attract the sharks. "It would be ridiculous. People would make fun of us."

It hurt Eddie's feelings at first, thinking you were talking about him, and his reputation. But after examining the look on your face, he realized you were talking about yourself, as if you would somehow be dragging him down. And that didn't make sense to him at all, you were so fucking cute.

"What do you mean?" he asked, try to keep your attention up at him. An intimate moment lost in the crowd of the students in the school. You and Eddie just seemed kind of, lost in your own little world. "Who would laugh at you?"

"I don't know? The basketball players? What if they ask you what it's like to ride the piggy?" You sounded small. Like your own words were taking up too much space, so you made them smaller.

"Do... do people call you uh... stuff like that?" he asked, unable to make himself say the actual words. Afraid to ever let you hear a words like that come out of his mouth. "That's- that's fucking horrifying, I'm so sorry. You don't deserve that."

The softness of his voice was a pleasant surprise. Like he knocked off the theatrics and let you see what he was really thinking, feeling.

"I don't want to overstep anything," he said, voice dipping low so no one else heard him say, "but you have no idea how sexy I think you are. If you'd let me..." his voice dropped even lower, sensual and seductive, close to your ear, whispering, "...I'll show you."

"Eddie," you whispered, cheeks hotter than you'd ever felt. The blush looked more maroon than pink. "There are people everywhere."

"And they'd be jealous," he said, backing off and raising his voice back to normal, "because you are the hottest girl in school, and you're all for me... but we can make that official when I take you out on Friday."

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Ivan/Riley/Chase playlist!

Here it is: the big guns. The magnum opus of this series. The fic that started it all and is also somehow the one I've most recently updated. The holy grail slow-burn poly-shipping mutual-pining Soulmate AU and the longest fic in this series by a long shot (if only due to the fact that I stopped updating the Ziggy/Scott one, and even that was not a slow burn). I left y'all on tenterhooks for MONTHS as I updated this thing and whenever I want inspiration for writing slow-burns I come back to this fic. It meant so much to get to write asexual Riley and his soulmates' supportive reactions as well as Kaylee's aromantic journey, too!

Also, apparently it's the most kudosed one in the Dino Charge fandom? And the second-most viewed? So thank y'all so much! Once again, I cannot believe that these passion project rarepair fics have spoken so well to the good people of the power rangers fandom. I started this series when I was eighteen (I wrote the vast majority of it at eighteen) and a freshman in college and I got so much joy from writing all of these traumatized idiots sitting within stories that were just begging for a bit of tweaking/exploring. Thank you all so much for coming along this journey with me over the years- it means more than I can say!

@skyland2703 @madhare0512 @khruschevshoe @liveinalovelyway @disastardly @augment-techs @infinitysgrace @our-raven-strife-universe @estel-eruantien @miss-morgans-lover

[doubledyke]

i think the animation and sound design when eddy yells is really cool

[opelman]

1964 Bill Thomas Motors Cheetah by David G. Schultz Via Flickr: Jeff Taylor

[bulpaa]

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[superheroes-or-whatever]

Heroes Reborn (2021) #1 art by Ed McGuinness

[cigsterwmeat]

Another fit check ⊂⁠(⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠*⁠⊂⁠)

[antihibikase-archive]

Guy who is Every Protagonist Ever

[bentleyizaak]

Strange thing happened today: I was in a meeting at work, everyone was there and I just happened to be standing cause no chairs were left. The meeting was nearly an hour long and near the end everything sounded really muffled and my eyesight got really staticky. I felt really cold but I was sweating like crazy. It was so weird, nothing like that has happened before idk if it’s cause I’m eating way less calories than I normally do, or the less calories combined with my period. This has never happened when I eat normally and just only my periods. Very interesting and strange. 🤔🤔

[radi0activesmile]

Send 😶 + a really uncomfortable question and my muse has to answer it

Anonymous asked: 😶 So does your dick really have a bar on it? Like, all the time?

Radio interference.

[upsidedownmvnson]

can i request eddie comforting reader after a horrible day at work?🥺

AN: I hope you didn't have a horrible day <3

You could hear the music playing before you even turned off your car. Eddie had begged you to come to the trailer after work, and you'd agreed before you went through the shift from hell.

Understaffed on the biggest sale day of the year. You were berated and belittled by people over things like toasters. As if you had any control over the amount of toasters in the store. Now, all you really wanted to do was eat your weight in sugary cereal and go to bed. But you didn't want to let him down, not after

"Hey baby," Eddie said, facing the stove. He put a lid on the frying pan, and danced his way towards you, making a quick stop to turn the stereo down. He had a huge smile on his face, he'd been watching the clock since your shift ended.

"Hey," you said, your low energy unmistakable. You set your bag down on the chair and started unzipping your jacket without even looking up at him.

"Awh, Petal, what's going on?" he asked, helping you out of your jacket and hanging it up for you while you took off your shoes. He always wanted to be around you, touching, helping, whatever.

"Like a million people called in sick," you said, pulling your shirt over your head to quickly replace it with one of Eddie's oversized tees. He pouted at the lack of enthusiasm but tried not to hold it against you, customer service was last possible choice, but you and Eddie needed the money.

"Come, come," he said, gesturing to the kitchen. "Let me finish making you some food and you can tell me about it."

And you'd sit at the little table and Eddie would listen intently as he cooks. He was making sausages and french fries. He wasn't the world's greatest chef but he took care of you. <3

For a few solid minutes, Eddie let you just rant about your day. You talked about the people who were mean to you, your bosses, until you were out of complaints. Although, it felt like they may never stop.

Eddie would let you talk for as long as you needed to until you felt better, and then he would declare, "no more work!" and aim to make you laugh, or smile for the rest of the cooking time. He cranked the music back up, and grabbed your hand, leading you in a slow, romantic dance. One that did not match the metal playing over the speakers, but you didn't care about that.

And when the food was ready, he'd fix you a little plate, giving you the less burnt sausage and the best looking fries. Eating dinner with Eddie was one of those simple pleasures. The way he just wanted to be around to take care of you made your heart swell. He just wanted you to be the happiest you could possibly be at all times.

After dinner, you and Ed stood side by side doing the dishes, Eddie washing, you drying. This was when Eddie started telling you all about his new campaign and all the turmoil he's about to put his friends through, and you could listen to him all night.

"And then bam!" he slammed his fists without thinking, splashing soapy water into the air. "A dragon appears." He looked down at his soaked shirt and smiled dumbly at you, gooey eyes melting away any remaining annoyance of the day. "And now I'm drenched, but luckily milady remains unscatched!" And finally, you were laughing. Eddie would smile softly, proud that he could help pull you out of a crummy afternoon.

"Eddie," you'd whisper when he starts rattling off a list of fun things you guys could go do, and ask, "can we just snuggle and watch a movie?" Eddie would get one look at you with your soft eyes and adorable pout, and give in to whatever you wanted. Of course, you guys could just do a movie.

"A little sleepy, my love?" he'd asked, "or are you still sad about work today?"

You sighed. "Both."

"S'ok, baby, we can snuggle," he said, pulling you in for a hug first. If there was anything Eddie like to do, it was be connected with you. Hugging, holding hands, kissing, however you would let him.

You two would share a joint, sitting flush against each other - as Eddie always did with you, in the cold, wearing big sweaters instead of your jackets. The last step in settling in for movie night. And Eddie would even let you pick the movie, even if it wasn't your turn.

"I love you," you'd mumble, watching him draw the last puff.

"I love you more," he'd always say. "Now let's go get under those blankets, it's colder than fuck out here."

Hand in hand the two of you would giggle your way to the bedroom, as if you hadn't spent the night a hundred times. But the giddiness never really went away. After all, he'd just turned a terrible day into a lovely night.

You huddled under the blanket, watching him set up the movie and flop back onto the bed when it started. Eddie liked to be the little spoon, he liked to be held, and kissed, and have his hair played with. But today it was your turn, so Eddie would let you tuck into his side, get cozy again his shoulder, and just still enough to not disturb you. He was the kinda guy who would let his arm go totally numb just because of how cute you looked.

"You look beautiful by the way," he whispered, kissing the side of your hair. "I forgot to say it because I was so distracted by how pretty you are."

You made a content noise in response, and he could feel your smile over his shirt where your head was laying on his chest.

For a few minutes, Eddie was just quietly watching the movie, when you fell asleep a few minutes in. He should have known better, you were exhausted from work. But it didn't bother him, he just watched the movie you chose.

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

"...I'M ALSO PROUD TO PRESENT THIS COUNTRY'S NEWEST AND GREATEST HEROES..."

PIC INFO: Resolution at 1987x3056 -- Spotlight on a splash page of the newly-minted Squadron Supreme of America (in their first appearance), from the pages of "Avengers" Vol. 8 #10. January, 2019. Marvel Comics.

Story/script by Jason Aaron

Artwork by Ed McGuinness, David Marquez, Frazer Irving, Adam Kubert, Andrea Sorrentino

Colorists: Various

Letters by Cory Petit

MINI-OVERVIEW: "The Squadron Supreme of America was a team of superheroes construct created by the demon Mephisto and programmed by the Power Elite in cooperation with a recently-revived Agent Coulson to act as the United States of America's first line of defense, a role that once belonged to the Avengers. But secretly to further Coulson and Mephisto's schemes."

-- MARVEL WIKIA (Fandom)

Sources: https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Squadron_Supreme_of_America_(Earth-616) & https://scans-daily.dreamwidth.org/8050131.html?thread=198324947.

[elceeu2morrow]

Is Louis in any of your Daily Mixes on Spotify? He's not in my top 3 and the one that he is on is like all more top 40 pop leaning artists which I hardly listen to. My playlists mix brit pop, pop rock, indie pop, and Louis and yet he doesn't show up in any Daily Mix with those artists. How do I get the Spotify algorithm powers that be to fix this? It isn't for lack of listening to Louis, that's for sure.

[opelman]

1965 Ford Mustang GT350H by David G. Schultz Via Flickr: Del Mackenzie

[pansyfemme]

nothin like the chronically ill feeling of being like “huh im havin a lot of unexplained symptoms lately..” so you search it up and the first result is a disorder extremly comorbid with one you already have and one of the literal first thing the article says is “often presents itself and is misdiagnosed as [other chronic illness im diagnosed with] but then after [a length of time very similar to how long ive been diagnosed] it worsens and also gets [exact symptoms i’ve been experiencing] “

[holdoncallfailed]

my new roommate knows that blur is my favorite band cos i have my beetlebum single framed on my wall now but i have striven to not reveal to her the extent to which i am truly Not Normal about them...it’s been nearly two months i feel like i deserve some kind of award