#they're love is so mush

[resident-gay-bitch]

To Eddie, music was never about the fame. 

He always believed in being a good person. Too many bad people in his life have shown him what’s most important, and Eddie’s always believed that no famous person can be good. Sure, there are kind and generous famous people, ones that gave and loved and supported others. But if you’re sitting on that much money, and that much power, how good can you really be? 

Okay, well, sure. It’s not like fame isn’t something he wanted. Who wouldn’t want to be famous, for real? Yeah, famous people aren’t good in his eyes, but Eddie knew he wasn’t all that good anyway. He tried to be, he really did, but sometimes he was just an asshole, and he knew that. Plus, he’d spent a few too many nights in the holding cell down at Hawkins PD to be considered a good person. So yeah, fame would be cool. Like, what doesn’t sound appealing about the fucking Freak rocking up at his highschool ten year reunion as an uber rich, world famous rockstar, desired by men and woman alike? It would be fucking awesome. He’d be able to fuck with so many of these dumb assholes. 

Music to Eddie was about the feeling. 

He played to feel. 

He performed to make other people feel. 

His love for music started young. His mother would put him on her lap at the mere age of three and press his little hands over the ivory keys of her old family piano. He could play a handful of quippy songs by the age of five. She used to sing him lullabies (which were mostly just old blues songs and a few of her favourites by the Beatles), and Eddie learned to sing along with her.

Often when just sitting at home, when he was colouring or doing his homework or something at the kitchen table, he’d listen to his mother hum whilst she cooked or cleaned around him. And he’d start to hum along, and they’d start to sing, and then soon enough they’d be dancing around the apartment singing their songs. And when Eddie was five, he was still a small kid, but he saw Wayne playing his guitar and wanted to learn. He couldn’t stretch his fingers over the frets or strings, couldn’t wrap a hand around the neck, hell, the body was bigger than he was. And so Wayne pulled out his old ukulele, tuned it up, and taught Eddie a few songs on that. 

When Eddie turned eight, and he got a little bigger, Wayne gifted Eddie his old guitar. Eddie learnt. He taught himself, mostly. Well, a few chords from Wayne, a few chords from his mother, and the rest he just… figured out. He’d rent videos of lessons, or guitarists playing live in concert and would imitate the way they moved their fingers. 

He had a good ear for sound, learnt from a game his mother taught him. She was a singer, used to sing on the late night news with a bunch of other chorus girls. So she’d hum a note and Eddie would try and match it, and she’d keep humming it until he got it right. So he’d just keep moving his fingers in different formations until something sounded smooth and resembled the sound in the song he was trying to learn. He was sure it was probably wrong, sometimes, not the way the rockstars played it, but it sounded the same, so that’s all he cared about. 

He could write well too. He always used to like coming up with silly songs whilst getting ready in the morning. He had a song for brushing his teeth that went for exactly two minutes, to make sure he brushed them well. He had a song for getting dressed, and a song for packing his lunch. He had a song for everything, and his mother bought him a journal to write all his songs down in, so he did. He wrote them all, and then he wrote more, and by the age of eleven Eddie had two shelves full of journals with all his songs. 

Music was his way of feeling, his way of coping. 

When his mother died, so did the music.

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[mush726]

TW SCARS

Silly little doodles because I might be a little hyper fixated

[verecunda]

Been meaning to share this for ages - an absolutely beautiful commission of Andreth and Aegnor done for me by the lovely @neldeathstar. Thank you so very much again! 🥰🥰🥰

[kitnita]

mason marchment & jake oettinger postgame   —   EDM vs DAL;   game 2   —   05.25.24 

[and mason, just, if you could — your take on jake’s performance tonight?]  uh … he was awesome. he was awesome. um, a couple huge saves … you know, he’s talking out there, he’s competing. um, you know — you know, i love jakey, so he’s a hell of a guy, hell of a player, so, you know, it’s … it’s awesome to see him, you know, play so well, and you know, the boys love him, so.

[gothic-mothic-topic]

Mfw one of my favorite characters in a game either isn't popular and barely exists in the fandom, or everyone hates them.

[smile-files]

i don't know if ralsei is a transfem or transmasc i just know he is trans

[wellcollapse]

what’s YOUR buddie moment, like the one you could give a ted talk on at the drop of a hat that belongs to YOU

in my humble opinion the ending scene of 5x14 is the best scene that buck and eddie have ever had together and nothing will ever top the beauty of the light starting to return to eddie's eyes after he realized how much of an impact he had — how much of an impact he's had for years and years on the people he's saved. nothing will ever come close to the overwhelming warmth and joy at seeing how much effort buck put into figuring out exactly what his best friend needed to see and hear to really and truly understand how much he matters. like, it's been over a year since i watched that scene for the first time and i'm still in disbelief at how beautiful it was and how clear it was that buck and eddie would do anything to help the other feel okay again — they're best friends, they're in love, they're each other's person, and they really are so right for each other, and no moment between them has ever exemplified that love more than this scene 🙏🏼

[ftm-megamind]

blush time (part 2 of the req for @toffyrats )

[image description: drawing of mush meyers and kid blink from newsies (1992).

mush is hugging blink from behind and kissing his neck, a playful expression on his face. blink is smiling and has his hands up.

end id]

[g1gglee-rxccoon]

cuddly tkls are just absolutely the best??

[r4spb3rry-t4rt]

When your bf who regularly falls into a coma tries to wake up on your day off

[imminent-danger-came]

how would you rank the ninja from worst to best based on the ninjago seasons youve seen?

Nya and Wu are the best, everyone else is the same to me

[mush726]

I've been cooking.

CHAT I LOVE THEM THEY'RE MY BABYZ

I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF I COULD SEE IT IN MY MINDS MIND

[sysig]

Haven’t seen you around these parts (Patreon)

[ranminfan]

Sometimes leading a tribe can be stressful, even when you have your right-hand man bossing them around.

Ey I finally got to draw human Mel, but I'm not so confident with how he looks but its the best I got atm.

. . .

Also, I have this theory that Kevin is a teetotaler, or a person who doesn't drink alcohol. There's this background shot of him refusing Stuart's drink in the 1st minions movie-

- and Idk I just love that they added that little detail of character towards Kevin, really making him fit the big brother role. And now I love him even more.

english translation under the cut:

[starpros-sunshine]

"Even though a reality much more beautiful than dreams is always present in this world.

The one who taught me that...was you, right?"

[thegroundsofbrooklyn]

blush is my guilty pleasure