#it was something much louder

[lewmagoo]

shoutout to my neighbors who were setting off literal bombs. my soul left my fucking body. i thought somebody was actually bombing the neighborhood

[mieczyhale]

[bitacrytic]

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More TDJ/KP/TWOE Parallels

[jadewritesficshere]

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Eddie Munson x reader

Synopsis: a night at the fall festival with your boyfriend

Contents: fluff, really just wanted to encapsulate a fall feeling

The cool brisk breeze sent a shiver down your spine. Red, brown, and golden yellow leaves swayed on trees and fell without a care. You watched the leaves on the ground, stepping on the ones that looked to have a good crunch to them.

The annual fall festival had arrived, signaling fall in Hawkins. The streets near the town hall had been taken over with booths and rides. The smell of popcorn and hot dogs filled the air. The mechanical whir of rides and screams of excitement from children filled your ears. Strings of fairy lights twinkled between trees, neon colors flashing from rides and booths alike. Instead of joining the throngs of people mingling about, you stood waiting near your car. Waiting for your best friend recently turned boyfriend.

And like you summoned him, he appeared. In between the sea of people and cars, your boyfriend. Tall and scrawny, metal and leather, loud and magnanimous. Eddie. Your beautiful metalhead.

The moment his eyes fall on yours a bright smile spreads across his face. He does a half walk half jog over to you before bowing," My Liege." You giggle," My Knight." Eddie straightens and places his hands on either side of your face. Hidden between cars, he gives you a quick kiss on the lips as his wild smile turns softer, sweeter. Something only for you to see.

Eddie takes his hands away from your face, and you would mourn the loss of contact except he intertwines his hand with yours. The rings on his fingers like ice due to the breeze. But you don't pull back- no, if anything you hold his hand tighter. And together you traverse into the festival.

You weave between people, smiling at the feeling that fall had arrived. Eddie walks up to a booth selling tickets for rides while you stand watching the excitement taking place all around. Kids throwing ping-pong balls into bowls of water, squealing with delight when they win a fish, whilst their parents grimace but grin. A man winning his girl a plush prize by throwing a ball at a stack of bottles, tumbling with a loud crash. A ferris wheel in the distance, reaching towards the sky.

Eddie leads you towards the ferris wheel, knowing it is considered romantic. The basket sways as it takes you into the sky. Of course, it isn't as romantic as the cart below you that held the couple cuddling. No, Eddie was causing your cart to swing back and forth, cackling wildly while you held on for life and scolded him. Romantic? No. Fun? Yes.

You wanted to weep for joy at the feeling of solid ground beneath your feet, making a mental note to never do a heights attraction with Eddie again. The smell of popcorn catches your attention. You head towards the area that sold food. Popcorn, hot dogs, fries, cotton candy, caramel apples, lemonade, and many more foods available. You smile, watching Eddie dart to the booth selling funnel cakes. Though Eddie may try to deny it, he had a sweet tooth.

You get your popcorn and a soda, keeping an eye on Eddie. He had a habit of wandering off- you weren't much better actually. Eddie is munching on the funnel cake when you return, powdered sugar dusting his lips and cheek. "Want some?" Eddie holds the plate towards you. A warm fuzzy feeling lights up in your stomach, as you know Eddie never shares his food. You tear off a small corner and put it in your mouth, Eddie beaming at you.

Once you both have ate your snacks and walked around, discussing the sights and people watching, Eddie goes to toss your trash. You smile as he sees a squirrel and tries to coax it to him. The squirrel is completely unenthused by Eddie, running the opposite direction. You turn your attention to the sunset. Hues of orange and pink spread across the sky, mimicking the colors around you. Even though you are in a loud section of the festival with people talking all around, you've never felt more peaceful.

A tug on your hand signals the return of your boyfriend. He talks animatedly about his newest campaign whilst you walk. You stop in front of a brightly colored ride. The platform spins in a circle, having a slight incline and decline on either side. Carts sit atop smaller circles that spin one way or the other depending on gravity. The neon sign saying Tilt-A-Whirl catches your eyes on the spinning attraction.

"Want to go on?" Eddie asks, smiling at you. All the lights and bright colors around, all the sights and fun, and yet you were the prettiest thing he could look at tonight. Your soft smile answered the question, Eddie leading you to the line. You squeeze his hand with yours briefly and he tugs on your arm, making you fall into him. You laugh as he wraps his arms around you. Eddie kisses your forehead and you can feel your heart pick up.

"You know what we gotta do right?" Eddie asks and you pull back with a questioning look. "We have to lean to one side, get gravity on our side. We'll spin super fast." Eddie nods, a determination set in his eyes. You blink a few times, wondering if maybe it was a mistake to choose this ride, remembering the ferris wheel. However, you get ushered in before you can change your mind.

Eddie rushes past you and jumps up on the platform, holding his hand out to help you up," My liege." "My Knight." You grasp his hand as he tugs you along. He clambors inside the cart. Eddie flops into the seat, his chains and belt clanging against the metal. You sit next to him and he pulls the bar in place. There is enough of a gap it doesn't press down on you, but you won't be able to slip out of the ride either. It seems like it is almost designed for you to move around on the seat to help aid or deter the spinning of the cart.

You glance over at him and feel your heart stutter. The neon flashing lights of red and blue seem to cause an ethereal glow around him. His eyes are lit up with excitement as he shifts in the seat. His little wriggles cause the chains on his belt to jingle, a nice melody in your ears. Eddie's eyes dart to yours before looking away, quickly doing a double take and staring back at you. "Why are you watching me?" Eddie laughs out, swatting at you.

"You're just so pretty." Your heart feels full. Eddie's eyes widen and his face flushes slightly. He grabs a piece of hair to hide behind, batting his eyes at you," Says the prettiest person around." You reach over and grab his hand, squeezing it lightly and giving him a grin.

His smile softens as he leans in towards you. Your lips are millimeters away from touching when the ride jolts as it starts. You both jump back as your cart turns. "This is it! We have to lean together!" Eddie barks out a laugh and leans into your space," I won't complain." You roll your eyes at him as the cart spins.

And as you spin wildly, listening to Eddie's laughter and shouts of directions to lean to, you know you wouldn't want to be anywhere else. Just like there may be ups and downs in life, crazy turns, and things that cause your head to spin, you know you can face it with Eddie at your side.

[theydemily]

name basis trope w/ morgan & prentiss

[housewifebuck]

I thought that too! The quotes read like they're trying to rewrite it. Like it's just "look at these bros being soft with each other, it's groundbreaking" and yeah that's sweet but not exactly new as a friendship dynamic and they've been through too much for that to be it

YEAH EXACTLY

[martyrbat]

the man who falls – secret origins (1989)

[ID: Two cropped comic pages of Bruce Wayne as a child after falling into a cave and being ambushed by a swarm of bats. There's multiple narration boxes over the pages:

Page One: a three panel sequence of Bruce being rescued by his father. In the first panel, Bruce is screaming with his eyes squeezed shut in fear. He has his fists clenched in front of him and is wearing a reddish pink turtleneck sweater. The narration says, ‘Again, he shrieked — not in terror, but in despair...’ In the second panel, Thomas Wayne is shown from behind in a low angle. He's wearing a red sweater similar to Bruce and is holding a flashlight as he jerks Bruce into him. Above them is bats surrounding them and the broken wood floors that Bruce fell through. The narration continues, ‘The arm curled around him, muffling his voice, and his cheek rubbed against the rough wool of his father's jacket... He squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself to be away from here—’. In the third panel, they're standing outside. The narration reads, ‘When he opened them, he was in the area behind the mansion, in the pale light of the autumn afternoon, and his father's words pounded at him—’. Thomas is kneeling down in front of Bruce in front of the hole he fell in. He's gripping the child's shoulders as he scolds him, “Idiot! I told you never, never to go off alone. Didn't I? Didn't I?” Martha Wayne is behind them with her hand on the side of her face as she looks at them with relief that Bruce is okay.

Page Two: Martha is defending Bruce as Bruce has his head down. Thomas is still squeezing Bruce's shoulders as Martha tells him, “Thomas, he's frightened.” Thomas replies, “He damn well ought to be. He could have been killed.” Martha replaces Thomas's spot in front of Bruce, kneeling to gently place a hand on his upper arm and using a handkerchief to wipe his forehead. Bruce is standing with his fist still clenched and grimacing as Thomas angrily says, “He's got to learn.” Bruce is shown in a low angle, looking up at his mother with wide eyes. The narration continues, ‘He listened to his father's boots crushing the dead grass, and when he could no longer hear them, he dared to ask:’ “Mommy, was I in hell?” Martha soothes, “No, baby, that was just some old cave. You're safe now,” as she hugs him. His cheek is pressed against hers and she has her eyes closed as Bruce still looks uncertain. END ID]

[lemonlinelights]

OKAY SO I LISTENED TO THE ORIGINAL EVERYTHING IS A LOT ALBUM (before this I had only heard the 2020 remaster) AND IM LOSING MY MIND

[books-books-smolderinglooks]

[aetheternity]

Scara with a mommy kink? Scara with a mommy kink.

[pearl-kite]

Wanted to draw something more than a bust, so have Adrian again

[kingslionheart]

thinking A LOT about the look on aaron's face as soon as he sees jack for the first time since his confession.

at first it seemed as if he felt safe, like he could be himself around her because she knew about his queerness and she, a priest, told him that it was fine, that he did nothing that the god he so desperately believes in would ever punish him for, then there's the moment when those first instances of safety end and are replaced by a sort of darkness that can be translated in the reminder of the guilt he lived in for most of his life, a guilt that can't be pushed down so easily and always comes back at full force.

THAT is the religious trauma experience, the terrible feeling of not being able to quiet down the words, the lies, you have heard your whole life, and that even if you know, even if a religious authority you value told you that it is not something that god would punish you for, you still have the belief you grew up with and that needs years and years to be destroyed, if it ever even cease to exist in the first place.

[scarletcomet]

guess whose therapist thinks she could benefit from inpatient treatment

[demadogs]

the most unrealistic part about stranger things is not the alternate dimension, its not the kids with super powers, its not the interdimensional monsters, its absolutely not the fact that there are at least three queer characters in the 80s,

its that they never say fuck.

[mcnuggyy]

man having grown up in an abusive household makes it so hard to tell when something is a normal disagreement a normal family would have and what is a fight that is absolutely something a normal healthy family would never ever have… like…. 😐

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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