#sataniicpanic

[mtvatlas]

EDDIE ( @sataniicpanic ) said ‘  the  least  you  can  do  is  have  the  twink  suck  me  off.  ’

He looks around before turning to Eddie incredulous. “Okay I KNOW you’re not talking about me dude. I can literally fucking DEADLIFT you. Think you’re PROJECTING a bit here.”

[capitoldarlin-moved]

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[antoinemaillard]

Illustration for Society magazine about Satanic panic in the 80′s

[hargrove]

Fine, I get it. no t-rex love. but what about if i was a bottle of fanta? would you love me then? would you love your baby boy if he was a bottle of sweet sweet fanta?

“What are you on? Can I have some?”

“…could you be the orange fanta?”

[flirtymisfitt]

𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

↳ @sataniicpanic said ❛ you think i’m jealous? ❜ ​

❝ I know you are. What else would explain that pouty look on your face? ❞

[mtvatlas]

EDDIE ( @sataniicpanic ) said “i do back flips every single day of my life.”

“YOU DON’T. We both KNOW you don’t. You can barely survive a fucking gym class dude don’t fucking lie to me. No you know what--” He opens his arms up in challenge. “Do it! Do a fucking flip! I wanna see you snap your fucking neck!”

[upsidehell]

⤿ @sataniicpanic​​​ asked :  ❛  Because I love you!  ❜ 

“ What did you just say? ” she questioned, had she heard that right? Their argument had started over something concerning a plan to get Jason off the scent of Eddie. Vicky’s history with him had her ready to use herself as bait, which clearly hadn’t sat well with Eddie. Dark hues locked with his, terrified that his words were just a ploy to make her reconsider the whole thing.

[tobebrutal]

THEY PLAY CHICKEN WITH A DIAL.      in the way, as it turns, billy’s boot goes leaded.    he has the pedal to the floor and the engine is purring under a chorus of booming lyrics and a bass so heavy the windows shake.    he hasn’t named this thing   —   he doesn’t want to.    his teeth are on edge and  @banishedhero​​  seems none the wiser to an argument raging, loud as his speakers, between billy’s ears.    it’s why he can’t smile when he looks at him.    why he veils this trip as means to an end, his nerves misfiring and the usual outlet dry.

“  keep touching my shit and i’ll start breaking your fingers, munson.  ”        what a shallow warning.    headlights catch another motorist in their line and, for a second, brief as a heartbeat, he wonders what’d happen if he swerved into their path.    how much would be left, scraped of the pavement..   but the thought’s only a thought.    he’s had a lot of those lately.        “  if rick isn’t home, it’s your ass..  you know that, right ?  ”

[notcruelarch]

♡ + @sataniicpanic

who is the most affectionate? In private Maddy. In public…. who is this stranger?

who initiates the handholding? hand holding? Eddie can hardly hold still, he shouldn’t be tethered. 

who worries more for the other? Eddie probably. Although we see him around everyone Maddy is more impulsive and is all think later act now. In season 4 if Maddy had been there she would’ve jumped in the water right after Nancy. 

who is more likely to ask for help? Eddie but only in dire situations. Maddy would rather let a demobat bite her than ask for help. 

who is the one always losing the keys? Maddy but she would have keychains and lanyards that would be cute like a pom pom keychain like this one  in Hawkins High colors to keep her from losing things. 

who leaves little love notes for the other? Maddy would have left notes in his locker or would have passed him notes in class. 

who can’t sleep unless the other is there? After season 4 it’s like what is sleep? No thanks. They both stay up with each other to avoid nightmares. 

who is more likely to propose to the other? let’s just go with N/A because ummm ???? big negative on marriage for Maddy and he would know that she doesn’t want to get married and end up like her parents. 

who introduced the other to their family first? It wouldn’t have been an introduction to her parents but more so like oh yeah that’s my mom keep going. The same probably would have been said for his uncle. 

who is more likely to play with the other’s hair? Maddy would love to just deep condition and brush Eddie’s hair but if she can’t do that she can’t play with it because then the sleepies set in and they try to avoid that. 

who makes sure the other has meals/stays hydrated? Every bitch for themself. I think they each notice if they haven’t had anything and would each pass each other the water bottle or a bite of each other’s  pop tart or something but it’s not like they purposely do it.  

who is more likely to stand up to anyone for the other? Maddy will fight anyone and everyone. Any time. Any place. Eddie would probably have to tell her to calm down.

who is the most likely to prepare a surprise for the other? Eddie just because he would probably want to impress Maddy. 

who makes the other pinky promise not to do certain things? Not pinky promise but just say the word promise and Maddy would be okay with it so she makes him say the word. 

who puts a blanket over the other when they fall asleep on the couch? As much as they both try to ward off sleep if he’s already asleep Maddy will cover him and stay awake just in case he wakes up and she can calm him. 

send me ♡ + a ship and i’ll tell you…

[fatestricken]

                    ❛   TAKE   MY   HAND .     we’ll   make   it   ,   i   swear .   ❜

@sataniicpanic​    //    jamie   byers   lyric   sc .

[hargrove]

@sataniicpanic​ said : "Would you love me if I was a t-rex? be honest."

            ❝ Your arms would be completely useless, babe. Would you at least still have your hair ? ❞

[sheetbashed]

@sataniicpanic​​

The BARS were better in California. Hands down no contest, there was FAR more fun to be had. And ever since being BACK she’s itched to get just a TASTE of that same level of thrill - but one of the many cons about Hawkins, Indiana was that there was a severe LACKING in the nightclub and bar scene. So THE HIDEOUT on a Thursday evening would have to do. Anything to get out of her parents house. The music was LOUD ENOUGH overhead as FRESHLY bleached blonde hair WHIPPED around to the beat of the bass but just like all good things, her dancing had to come to an end eventually. If not only so she could get a REFILL. Moving towards the bar, she lent against the CHILLED counter top and silently ORDERED another beer with a flash of her smile. At least she was SERVICED here quickly - there was one point in Hawkins corner at least. Once the drink came, she topped the top off the bottle and pivoted on the spot, so she could watch the crowd with a trained eye.  

[thehairtm-a]

          he had come too early.

          it was steve’s fault. steve had forgotten to tell him. you see, unbeknownst to the other guys on his team at HAWKINS HIGH, steve was harboring a deep secret. a secret he shared only with EDDIE “the freak” MUNSON.

          it all started a few months ago; well, steve wasn’t sure how it all began, actually . . . could have been sometime after they ‘accidentally’ practically LADY AND THE TRAMPed that blunt  ( steve claims he doesn’t recall ), but it had proven to be a very slippery slope from there. at some point, eddie had become a nicotine patch, a way of blowing off steam, and well----- from there, they routinely began meeting up in the boy’s locker room long after practice ended, long after everyone had gone home, and sometimes stayed late into the night. eeeevery thursday, on schedule. 

          but THIS thursday, practice had ran late . . . championship games and all. and he had forgotten to tell him. and now eddie was here, standing in the locker room expectantly when the team  ( lead by HARRINGTON )  rounds the corner. and that’s juuuuust about the moment when steve’s stomach falls directly into his ass. son of a bitch.

          ❛ hey, MUNSON—— what the fuck do you think you’re doing, man? ❜   steve be nimble, steve be quick! his hands are on his hips, sweat still dripping from his fringe as he eyeballs his crew from his peripheral vision. his brow is furrowed tight and his eyes blaze with a white hot intensity that may be perceived as inflammatory to anyone who didn’t have context. and as steve ambles forward to confront his hush-hush lover, he can barely lock eyes . . . it isn’t nice what he’s about to do, but he has to. they had appearances to maintain, after all. so steve pushes him into a locker, garnering near HE-MAN qualities with the amount of force, rage, and aggression the situation has incited. TOMMY H., MIKE F., DANNY P. and his league of dickheads stay at a distance, ready to chime in if need be---- and the others were rapidly clotting around them to see the show.

          ❛ if i catch you twiddling your dick in the men’s locker room again? you’re fucking DEAD. GOT THAT? ❜   he’s bellowing, and as if on autopilot, steve can feel his hand wrap around the collar of EDDIE’S jacket to fling him toward the exit, giving a half-hearted shrug to his fellow dickheads. his ears are ringing. his teammates look humored, but confused---- like they’re missing a piece of the puzzle. but they’re still hooting and hollering! and though he can hardly hear anything at all but the blood rushing in his ears, he swears he hears something like, ‘i’m the taking out the trash, don’t wait up!’ leaving his lips.

          he releases eddie when they’re far enough from sight, secluded. he stumbles to a halt, hands to hips as he catches his breath from that NEAR MISS. those looks—— did they suspect?

          it was the least of his problems at present. he had some explaining to do. he reticently turns to look at eddie if only to ensure he’s okay but he can’t seem to keep his eyes trained. he wipes his upper lip with his arm.   ❛ you alright, man? sorry. let me—-  ❜   and he stumbles forward to assist EDDIE in any way he can.

                                        @sataniicpanic gets a plotted thing.

[liveshauntedmoved]

          “I’m barely scrapping by with life if I’m honest,” and if he’s real honest, he is surprised he has even made it this far in life, for many reasons. “But, here I am. Taking each day as it comes. You know, like... you ever wonder what it would be like if this or that didn’t happen. I do that too much. I wish it would just... shut off.”

sc | @sataniicpanic​

[upsidehell]

⤿ @sataniicpanic​ liked for a starter.

Vicky had only been gone a few days, a week at most. Which wasn't usual for her, but with Rick in jail she wasn't exactly rushing home to spend her days alone. The lab had offered to keep her there for another week, but when the news had reached her of a murder in the trailer park. Her heart sank, thinking the worse.

She had to know for sure, she needed to. The drive took longer than planned thanks to her piece of shit truck, but when she arrived at the park, her worst fears spilled into her chest. Eddie's trailer was covered in the illuminous yellow ' do not cross ' tape.

How was she supposed to go on without him. Eddie may have been the bane of her existence at the best of times, but the thought of never seeing him again. Of never seeing him bring a light into her often dark world, that— that was a pill she couldn't swallow.

Two small knocks hit her window, causing her to bolt in her seat. There beside her, separated by the glass of her window was the new Sheriff. Winding down her window, "Miss Vicky Lipton, this is an investigation site." the girl was about to cut him off when his next words, sparked a desperation in her.

"Do you know the accused? He and your brother were pretty close, right?" shaking her head. "Munson? Only in passing. I try not to make a habit of getting to know my brothers friends." she lied, of course she did, she wasn't about to tell the feds anything about Eddie.

The officer relayed the many different ways she could contact him if she heard anything, but the girl just wanted to find Eddie. To see if he was okay. "Thank you officer. I'll let you know if I hear anything." she stated with a smile, casually tossing the officers card onto the floor of her truck.

It must have been instinct for her, because the second she left that trailer park she knew where to go. Knew where he would be. Speeding off the girl prayed her truck would hold out just long enough to get her home. To get her to him.

[tobebrutal]

    Q :     “ things must be catastrophic if you’re calling me at this hour. ”      @sataniicpanic​

what things   were   was   complicated.    a buzzing behind his eyes that didn’t quit.    that subtle twitch that strained his jaw between rings and left this shallow example of restraint in its place.    where a phone cord could be wound around fingers and, at the click of reception, billy’d imagined what relief might’ve felt like.    if he could chew it like he did this wordless, baseless, frustration.    because scar tissue was hard to live in and the sound of eddie’s voice brought that little gnat back to the surface.

“  i don’t need your input,  ”        a two-cents that wouldn’t understand how hunched shoulders wanted to sag, but couldn’t.    when booze didn’t work and the warmth started to fade, he wasn’t his first choice but choices were dwindling of late.        “  are you holding or not ?  ”        do you want him to be ?

susan buried herself in work..   and max ?    she floated, a specter, in and out too often to know if she was home or not.    the makings of a prop-window’d three am.    smoke it out until that nagging weight between his shoulders was feather-light and forgettable.    and if that meant going through   him   to get there ?    billy’s cigarette drooped in his wait, the consideration shrugged with parted blinds.

“  yes or no.  ”        across dirt and the scattered pebbles of a mocking roadway, he’d seen a light flick on behind pulled curtains.    knew that, at the very least, he could take satisfaction in keeping someone else, besides himself, up.        “  today, munson.  ”