#fizz freaks

[jack-kellys]

someone made a spam account just to comment “isn’t spot a boy?” on one of my uksies posts from last year. people really do stay mad don’t they.

[doctorzor]

i drew @stellar-collective ‘s little pirate au, but starstruck cuz my friend has been talking my ears off about it.

the first ieytd thing i was introduced too was actually their five star feature fanfic… made me cry why must you hit me in the feels….

[thegurlwhoisntthere]

I can’t stop thinking about the fire and how everyone, literally everyone, including Blitzø himself, blames Blitzø for causing it because?

No? Tf he didn’t?

Like. Sure, it really seems like he did, from the perspective of the people in the tent, he left and the fire started right from there, they didn’t see the other guy holding the cake. From Blitzø’s perspective, he knocked over the cake with the candles, he started it, that’s on him…

BUT

So many things had to happen prior to that moment to allow that fire to start and more importantly, spread as fucking quickly as it did— to the point where I’m almost certain that if Blitzø had avoided that guy, it would’ve happened anyway.

First of all, this is a fucking circus tent. In hell. A giant piece of fabric draped over a bunch of wood poles, in HELL. This circus canonically houses those fucking fire horses, and I’d bet money that they had fire eaters/dancers, so why in the 7 rings was it able to light up that fast? Simple answer: despite having the money (the circus seems pretty popular) Cash fucking Buckzo cut corners and didn’t make sure shit was fire proof. Unsurprising on every level. It’s a miracle that it wasn’t lit up sooner.

Second, and personally what I believe to be most important, WHY IN THE HELL WAS THAT GUY WALKING WITH OPEN FLAMES IN A FUCKING TENT WHERE LITERALLY ANYONE COULD BUMP INTO HIM AND START A FIRE IN TBE FIRST PLACE??? Y’all wanna blame Blitzø for this? What the fuck would’ve happened when that guy tried to walk through the tent flap by himself with that open flame? Why was nobody there to walk in front and help him make sure NOTHING CAUGHT ON FIRE??? Why were the candles even lit??? Just light them inside???

Just—

Look. I’m not saying that Blitzø isn’t to blame for his actions after the fire. He made the choice the fuck up Verosika’s life, even if it was a trauma response and he has to own up to that. He constantly invades Moxxie’s boundaries and he needs to apologize and stop fucking doing that, but holy shit, give him a fucking brake on this one thing guys.

His reaction that day, stomping off heartbroken because his best friend and crush at the time just gleefully accepted a card from Cash that said “I wish you were my son”, is so fucking justified. If you think that you wouldn’t do that if it happened to you, you’re probably lying to yourself.

He turned around and bumped into someone, maybe shoved them a little, but at the end of the day, these are actions that occur literally everyday, with absolutely zero consequences, that even ignoring everything else I said, I still wouldn’t place the blame of the fire on him and the fact that not one single person in his life felt the same tells me that Blitzø had already been playing scapegoat his entire life prior to that.

[otsmosis]

A ship chart, ft. the cloooowns because I love them ♥️💚 In my mind, they have a tumultuous relationship that is mostly a secret because neither of them want to admit it's a relationship lol.

[fizzy-frenzy]

IT'S BEEN 2 YEARS BUT

WE'RE BACK BITCHES‼️‼️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥

[connectionterminated13]

I remember showing my dad a picture of Henry from the Character encyclopedia and my dad said he looks omish...

[fungalleech]

(yawns comically loudly) good morning guys (i rise from my 200000 year long nap) here's the AU design for robo fizz. and a doodle I did of him

[fizzytoo]

creating my spidersona as we speak 👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽

[jack-kellys]

ur telling me u have no use for moonlight or sappy poetry but touch this guy’s shoulder, arms, face, chest every five seconds? ok….

[loversys-x3]

Things getting funky in fork of knife

[asterdeer]

crying over there being official stolitz kiss merch while these stupid bitches are in the throes of a category 5 oblivious moment

[totaldramafan-lauri]

*RUNS IN* FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF-

F-F-F-F

F-F-

FIZZ

FIZZ-

FIZZAROLLI-

FIZZAROLLI FIZZAROLLI FIZZAROLLI

N-NEXT EPISODE-

IS G-GONNA BE-

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaa @/////////@ !!!!!!!!!

[4bs0lut3-s0lv3r]

Heyy so um. Important psa.

Theres an anon going around impersonating me so.

I may have to stop using anon entirely.

[cacoetheswriting]

i am weak for shy and nervous eddie munson who fumbles when around his crush. imagine him pining over this girl who he’s never even talked to, (maybe they have different social circles) and he just sees her around with her friends and he is smitten and then one day they accidentally bump into each other and she’s like ���you’re eddie right?” and you know he’d be so flustered.

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader word count: 2.2k

content warnings: lovesick eddie, pining, a little self-deprecation and self-doubt, mostly cheese and fluff, adult language - wildly unedited, oops.

“I hate this fucking school.”

The group exchange knowing glances as Eddie sits at the table with a grumble. His lunch tray lands with a low crash, nearly colliding with Gareth’s juicebox and therefore spilling its contents all over. A huff and quick reflexes on Jeff’s part save the group from catastrophe, more importantly, save the homework the boy had yet to finish ahead of next period. 

Eddie however, doesn’t notice the mess he has almost created. Frankly, he’s not paying attention. Even when Gareth tells him to, “Watch it, dude.”. The metal-head flicks his hand to say he’s sorry for whatever it is that his friends are chastising him for, but his eyes are fixed ahead, on the sole reason he’s in such a grumpy mood.

You.

Or rather Steve the dick Harrington, who’s got his arm draped shamelessly around your shoulders, as if he wasn’t just publicly humiliating Nancy Wheeler — since up until mere twenty-four hours ago, Hawkins High thought the blue-eyed girl was the King’s girlfriend, not you.

Eddie’s miserable. When did this happen? How did this even happen?

Last night, Steve and Nancy were all over each other. Eddie knows this to be fact since he saw them together at that party he wasn’t invited to as a guest, but to work because the popular kids always need a fix and he needs to make a living if he’s ever going to leave this shithole town. Anyway, that’s when Eddie saw the “it” couple and yet, now Nancy is nowhere to be seen and you’re snuggling into Harrington.

“I hate this fucking school,” Eddie repeats, sticking his fork into today’s cafeteria lunch. “Everyone is so two-faced and fake. No one has any integrity.”

The guys don’t need to follow his line of sight because they know very well who and what the metal-head is talking about.

“Maybe if you just talked to her, then you wouldn’t be so miserable today.” Jeff notes without looking up from his homework. “Plus, I overheard Charmaine tell Julie that Harrington is continuing to hold a candle for Nancy. This thing over there, that you’re obsessing over, is just friends being friends.”

“Doesn’t look like just friends to me,” Eddie grumbles, then looks at Jeff. “And I tried talking to her. It’s just, every time I do, my mind goes blank.”

Gareth rolls his eyes. “Dude, she’s not some superbeing. She’s a girl from our school. You’ve got no problem talking to other girls?”

Eddie doesn’t say anything because how does he go about explaining to his friends that to him, you’re more than a girl from school. It’s embarrassing enough how he’s never talked to you and yet, you occupy his entire mind and soul. The guys think it’s just another crush. Eddie knows it’s not. He can’t tell them though because they’ll laugh him out of it. Eddie the freak Munson is very much pining after a girl who doesn’t know he exists. Pathetic.

So, as any respectable guy in his situation would, Eddie continues to wallow in his own self-pity. 

He stares at you throughout the remainder of the lunch break, narrowly avoiding your gaze here and there by simply looking away. His downcast humour continues throughout the rest of the day. Since he doesn’t often engage in class anyway, the teachers pay him no mind. Although, their reasons are different: a quiet Eddie Munson is better than one who causes various disturbances. After the final bell ring, he hurries out of the building and blares music the entire drive home, to fizz out his thoughts.

Called into work. Here’s some cash. Go to the diner. 

Wayne

Eddie sighs. The one thing he was hoping for were his uncle's words of wisdom, although it seems that will also have to wait. Eddie slides the note into the pocket of his denim jeans and he is out the door again.

The diner is about thirty minutes away from the trailer, by foot. The metal-head decided to walk it anyway, hoping the fresh air would knock some sense into him because he’s got no business feeling this emotionally shattered. 

Maybe if he wasn’t such a bitch boy around you, things would be different. Unfortunately, for some reason, ever since he first laid eyes on you, Eddie’s default is shy.

Okay, maybe you and Harrington are a thing now, so what? Eddie’s got no claim on you, unspoken or otherwise. You can date whoever, even if it’s Steve the asshole. It’s also not like you and Nancy are friends. Everyone at school knows you two run in different circles, meaning no girl-code is being broken. There is also the possibility of what Jeff overheard from Charmaine and Julie being true: you and Harrington are nothing but friends. Very friendly friends. Touchy, feely. And Eddie would have noticed earlier if it were simply the case of friendship, therefore, he concludes that you are in fact dating Steve the douche Harrington and he somehow has to come to terms with it.

Eddie pushes the door open and makes a beeline for an empty booth. He orders a burger with fries and a soda from the middle-aged waitress, then whips out a notebook from his backpack while he waits. The only one he carries and it’s not for any schoolwork. The numbers scribbled hastily in the margins are easily mistaken for maths, but that’s just business. He focuses instead on the latest D&D campaign he’s working on.

For a moment, the metal-head forgets about today's events. He gets lost in the fictional world he’s creating. The made up monsters replace any harboured thoughts of you with Steve the turd, although one closely resembles Harrington's famous head of hair and he smirks, proud of himself for the immaturity. He figures if girls can write about their demons in journals, he can bring them into D&D. Bring them, then kill them.

He’s just about finished marking a big cross over the doodle of monster Steve when a figure steps in front of the light, creating a shadow over his notebook. Eddie sighs, foot tapping underneath the table in frustration. He’s about to make a rude remark, but when he looks up to meet the eyes of the perpetrator, he’s met with your wide gaze and naturally, he freezes.

“I like your drawings,” you say.

“Uhm, t-thanks,” he fumbles.

“You’re Eddie, right?”

All he can do is nod in response and you smile. Small and charming. Enough to make the brunette’s head spin and pinch his leg because he can’t believe this is happening. Surely, this must be a dream of some sort. He came home and passed out on the sofa. The only logical explanation for why you would be talking to him, complementing his stupid little doodles. The only logical explanation for why you know his fucking name.

“We’ve never officially met,” you begin and reach out your hand. 

Eddie glances at it and without really thinking, he utters, “I know who you are.”

It comes out a little more mean than he intends it to, he knows because you retreat your hand as if you’ve been burned. Eddie’s heart stings. Now he knows it’s real since only he’d be stupid enough to ruin a good thing before it even began. He’s an asshole.

“Sorry,” he mumbles quickly, then straightens in his seat. “Do you wanna sit? I-I have fries.”

He chews on the inside of his cheek for how incredibly pathetic that sounded; fries. You however, don’t notice and you’re also kind enough not to point out how he’s stumbling about his words like a little schoolkid.

“I love french fries.”

And with that, you’re sliding into the booth, across from him.

Eddie watches in disbelief as you help yourself to his food, not just the potato side, as if the two of you have been friends a lifetime. Then, probably to confuse him even more, you start telling him about how your parents locked you out and how it’s nice to see a familiar face, while he’s sitting there in silence, taking it all in, wondering whether perhaps this was some cruel joke Harrington and his band of losers were playing on him.

He wants to ask. Save himself the embarrassment if this does end up being a prank and tomorrow’s gossip: Eddie the freak Munson thought he had a chance. You keep talking, only taking small pauses to take bites out of his food or a sip of his soda, and to Eddie’s surprise nothing happens. No one jumps out screaming, laughing, pointing at him. This is really happening and he is truly baffled.

“Can we get another burger meal and the same soda?” You order from the waitress when she comes around to check the tables and afterwards, turn to look at Eddie, smile ever present. “Kinda ate most of yours.”

“It’s fine,” he manages to say.

For the first time since you sat down, it’s quiet. Now you’re the one staring at him, head tilted slightly to the one side. The smile on your face transforms into something more thoughtful, as if you were trying to read his mind — which is exactly the same thing Eddie was trying to do to you.

“So,” you begin again, “What were you scribbling intently before I crashed the party?”

“Just some stuff for an afterschool thing,” Eddie answers with a shrug, voice a little shaky.

“Mysterious.”

The sparkle in your eyes screams that you want to know more, but the metal-head is hesitant to share. Even though this wasn’t part of some scheme by Hawkins’ finest, it didn’t mean there wasn’t a different underlying reason as to why you were taking interest in him and he didn’t like when people made a fool of him.

Eddie clears his throat.

“Did your parents really lock you out?” He questions.

A brow goes up, it seems you are surprised at his push back. 

“Yes,” you say matter-of-factly, then add, “They do this sort of thing from time to time. They’re big hippies, so it’s not like neglect or anything. It’s weed. They don’t want me home when they’re high because they think it would make me undermine their authority.”

Eddie smirks and you tell him it’s not funny, but he can’t help the chuckle leave his throat. When you throw a fry at him across the table, smiling wide, he’s no longer feeling the nervous bubble. In fact, he’s suddenly quite relaxed.

“I’m sorry that I’m a good daughter. Next time I’ll be sure to pick a less judgemental table” you say dramatically, although the grin doesn’t leave your features.

The brunette lifts his hands in front of his chest in a defence motion.

“No judgement here. My social status requires me to second guess reasons people have for talking to me. I had to make sure your boyfriend wasn’t going to jump me the second we stepped outside.”

“Boyfriend?” You seem genuinely taken aback by the assumption.

“Harrington,” he clarifies, although he’s not sure why he should be.

Until you laugh. It’s soft and tender, but it’s a laugh nonetheless.

“Steve’s not my boyfriend,” you state in between giggles, “He’s madly in love with Wheeler. God, does the whole school think we’re dating? He’s gonna hate that. Poor Nancy.”

Eddie blinks. Seems Julie’s information was correct, but it still doesn’t explain the closeness and the banter the entire cafeteria was witness to. He feels weird for letting this bother him so much and even though he usually has difficulties keeping his big mouth shut, he doesn’t want you thinking he’s some sort of pervert, so he doesn't say anything, simply bops his head.

Although, his silence doesn’t seem to deter you.

“I noticed you staring,” you admit, half a decibel lower. 

A fresh burger and fries land on the table, followed by a large Coca-Cola. The waitress mutters something along the lines of enjoy, then walks away to tend to another table.

Eddie doesn’t know what to do next: admit or deny. He’d rather go back to fifteen minutes ago when you were eating his food and he wasn’t talking. Therefore, he slides the burger closer to himself and in one swift motion, lifts it to his lips, taking a bite too big for his mouth. He doesn’t care what he looks like at the moment, he just needs to keep himself quiet before saying something else he’s going to regret.

Across the table, you’re all smiley again.

“Do you think, when you’re done eating, you could walk me home?” You ask, offering him a napkin. 

As he nods, he reaches for the paper cloth and his fingers brush yours delicately. There’s a zap of electricity, but if you feel it, you don’t react. Eddie’s continuing with the shyness, so he looks down at the burger in his hand and pretends nothing happened to him either.

It’s not until you lean over the table, index finger stretched and inching forward to touch his face, wiping leftover ketchup from the corner of his mouth, that the metal-head thinks maybe, just maybe, you feel some type of way about him too because that’s not what a person does for someone they only officially met minutes before.

Afterwards, you say, “I’ll tell you all about how I’ve been watching you too.”, and Eddie nearly chokes on his food.

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[diamondnokouzai]

holy. sha. moley.

[catbolt]

— SYLUS HEADCANONS PT 2.

part 1 - more headcanons for the leader of onychinus (fluff)

he pretends to not be scared at horror movies but whenever there's a jumpscare he grabs onto you so hard you feel like he's gonna crush you and then vehemently denies doing so

is really competitive when it comes to christmas/birthday/holiday gifts. bugs the twins' cars and rooms to make sure he knows what they're getting you and can one up them

drink of choice is 3 fingers of whiskey room temp, no ice (down with the gin fizz agenda)

loves to slow dance when the two of you are home alone together, especially when he’s listening to old jazz on vinyl. when you hear the sound of the record player echoing from the living room, you know there’s no way you’re getting through to the kitchen to grab that bag of chips you wanted without him catching you– snaking his big arms around you, pressing a soft kiss into the crook of your neck as he sways with you. “where are you off to in such a hurry, sweetheart? won’t you indulge me for a moment…”

would be very good at handling times where you're having a panic attack/getting overwhelmed or freaked out, stooping down a little bit to gently but firmly hold your shoulders— “okay, angel, feel my hands, listen to the sound of my voice, we’re gonna count to ten slowly together and then go back down to one. I’m right here, just keep listening…”

big into just collecting random shit. obviously gemstones and antiques but also will just go on random missions to collect objects whenever you go out anywhere. it is literally his dragon instinct to try and find the prettiest shell/flower/rock etc. to show you

likes working with his hands, with particular affinity for metalwork/machinery-related stuff -- cleaning mephisto's gears, working on his motorcycle, polishing and installing modifications on his guns. it helps him get out of his head a bit. he always takes great care with the things he touches, including you.

always says "see something you like?" when he gets out of the shower literally EVERY TIME and he thinks it's soooo funny even after the 800th time he's said it

kind of canon anyway given mephisto but he has some stalker-y tendencies (like talking to you through the security cameras, tracking your step count, monitoring your location) bc he's such a control freak

part 3!