[demobrat]

LIVING ON YOUR KNEES, CONFORMITY...

            OR DYING ON YOUR FEET FOR HONESTY.

𓆩#demobrat!𓆪  a private interpretation of eddie munson. by ripley 𓄧 based on a mishmash of canon + headcanon. anti-zionist. mutuals only. low activity. est 2/26. AFFILIATED W/ HARGROVETM, HELLFIRECHRIS, & MCXINE.

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stranger things and i are in a toxic relationship. i hate this show. i have been a fan since literally day one. i hate netflix as a company. i hate the d.uffers. i don’t interact w/ anyone who supports schn.app nor g.elman.

  for my eddie's canon, i don't acknowledge the flight of icarus (beyond the brief mentions of eddie's mom…. and i guess eddie's dad's name) nor do i acknowledge the comics. meta about all of the inconsistencies in eddie's on-screen characterization is coming soon. xx

[kittyhelpsstuff]

Send 🏳️‍🌈 + A muse to get a headcanon about a facet of their queer identity

Could be their orientation, gander identity, how involved they are in their community, if they're poly, or a lot of other things

[jeanix]

eddie taking her to a record store :D 

the bell rings as the door is opened. eddie is always like that, chivalrous. it's always a hassle, a new place, she can never quite decipher the type of thinking she can encounter in a new place. but everyone seems neatly distracted, the walls in this place are covered in worn out paper, floor to ceiling. jean looks around, a small sparkle in her eye. she doesn't like looking new, or out of place. but she has no choice. fire ginger hair with a soft smile, she is bound to stand out in a place like this.

green eyes turn to eddie, waiting for him before she walks further in. rows and rows of everything, from casettes to cds to vinyls somewhere off in the corner. she puts her hair over her ear. bites her lip. "-so, this is different." jean mumbles, leans into eddie's side. holds onto his jacket. not scared, never scared. wary, it's the way she moves about the world. pretending as if she cannot hear most people's thoughts in the background of her mind. pretending to be, mundane. regular girl jean grey.

"it's been ages since i've been to...you know, somewhere like this..." a pause, before she looks back into the see of aisles. "what are you looking for again?" making this about him, rather than her. a nice tactic she can buy some time with. it's only some time, eddie's nice to her in ways she sometimes wishes she could be annoyed at. meaning, he cares and asks. makes it about her. it makes her all melty, gooey at the center.

[demobrat]

jean's got a nervous energy to her, like she's scared the vinyls might suddenly come alive and maul her. eddie's a jittery guy, always on edge, especially after starting up the whole masked hero thing, but it seems excessive. it's gotta be something he's not seeing, something that he just wouldn't consider. the music they play here is always pretty eclectic, the volume perpetually too low for eddie's tastes, but maybe the noise has something to do with it. maybe, it's already loud in her head. in some way, he can relate. jean clings to his jacket, a nice presence at his side, and eddie smiles, small and to himself.

"alice in chains, the dog album." eddie puts his hand in between jean's shoulder blades, rests his palm over her back and gently pushes, guides her towards the familiar back half of the store. he told her what he was looking for on the way there, on the subway, but he'd gotten the impression she hadn't been listening then. was that loud too? "rereleased for their thirtieth anniversary. . ." he pulls away as they get closer to his beloved, much visited, well stocked metal section. a ring covered hand trails over the tops of the surrounding vinyls. "special edition. the vinyl is this nasty radioactive yellow. it's pretty cool." eddie comes to a full and complete stop, planted right in front of the first sign that reads 'metal.'

he wiggles his fingers, antsy and happy, always glad to just look at the covers of his favorite albums. eddie starts his rifling, flips through a few albums before he slides his eyes back over to jean. she looks nice, here, 'cause she looks nice everywhere, but she looks particularly nice in a place eddie loves so much. "soooo," he says. "been awhile, huh? don't tell me you aren't a music girl, jeanie. you'll just break my heart."

[deerhippie-blog]

Send “slurred words” to hear my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk.

[notmorbid]

daredevil: season 1 [2/2].

dialogue prompts from the first season of marvel's daredevil.

i want to make sure the right person pays for what happened.

let's leave on a note slightly higher than 'deeply depressing'.

admittedly, i'm a work in progress.

you just gonna lie there all night?

nobody feels sorry for you and nobody ever will.

smart is making the right decision at the right time.

i'm gone five minutes and you turn this place into a shit show.

well, you're just a little ray of sunshine.

there are no heroes, no villains. just people with different agendas.

you got a warped perspective on the whole good/bad thing, you know that?

do you have friends? people you care about?

relationships are a luxury we can't afford.

you don't know what's going on in your own backyard.

i swear i will not kill anybody.

try not to get stabbed.

maybe there's hope for you yet.

what part of 'don't tell anyone about this' don't you understand?

you're one of the good ones.

on occasion, some dickery may leak out. doesn't mean i'm wrong.

remind me not to put you on the witness stand.

i know what i'm doing. i am not some kid.

threats are clear in any language.

never trust the quiet ones.

respect: you gotta give it, if you want it.

we should be out on the streets, cracking names and taking skulls.

i'll go, if that's what you really want.

you made a promise to always be honest with me.

you believe what you're saying about me?

the hebrew word 'satan' actually means 'adversary'.

nobody can totally erase their past.

most people dance around me like i'm made of glass. i hate that.

man cannot be both savior and oppressor.

it's not a job. it's who you are.

if you weren't half dead, i would kick your ass.

was anything ever real with us?

say what you need to say.

why didn't you tell me it was that serious?

saying it means it's true.

there's nothing you can do but swim in shit and hope you don't get too much in your mouth.

we all have things we hold onto for ourselves. that we don't want anyone to know.

we don't live in a world that's fair. we live in this one.

i only ever needed my friend.

at least i got to see you with your shirt off again.

this isn't a story. this is people's lives.

how do you know the angels and devils inside me aren't the same thing?

what do i look like, a public damn library?

you're not supposed to be in here.

if you say 'it's complicated', i will punch you in the face.

i don't know how to pray.

i know things are weird, but i'm still around.

the world fell apart. didn't you notice?

someone tried to kill you and you're the one apologizing?

they could never take you away from me.

the wind blows harder the closer you get to the mountaintop.

you want to run away together, or just run away?

is this what we are now? people who don't even talk to each other?

i can't do this alone. i can't take another step.

you're not alone. you never were.

people seek the truth, no matter where they find it.

you look like you're having some anger issues. you want to talk about it?

you are my heart. you're everything.

god bless your designer pumps.

i know i haven't earned it, but i'm asking you to trust me.

go be a hero. just don't get killed doing it, okay?

it's not the end. it's just an inconvenience.

this city doesn't deserve a better tomorrow.

what am i supposed to call you?

there are a lot of decisions i'd give anything to go back and change, but i can't.

[stripwires]

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 from brennan lee mulligan quotes.

" ... Do you think I fuck around? "

" There is no corner of my heart that I would not turn over to the world for five points. "

" I consider you a friend, which makes the fact that you are fucking with me all the more a betrayal. "

" It is completely unacceptable to ask someone to pre-promise their emotional response to information that they don't know what the content of it is. " 

" I'm going to have the reaction that is appropriate to whatever you tell me. " 

"You're trying to atone me... and I didn't do anything wrong."

" You're not getting a fucking joke out me until I'm out of this room. " 

" Everyone is laughin' it up, and I am fuckin' deadly serious, okay? " 

" I will die on any hill. I will die on ANY hill! "

" Don't give me the eyeroll. I stand by it. "

" To reach a hand down to somebody, they need to be beneath you. And I am beneath nobody. "

"You know what I always hated about you? You were so.. damn.. lucky."

" Nobody in the whole world is normal. That's an idea made up by clothing companies to sell t-shirts. "

" Some of our bodies are betraying us constantly. " 

" She's Canadian! What is she doing on Eurovision?! "

" If I'm wrong, I should be right. " 

" That's very noble of you, cautionary tales of hubris notwithstanding. "

" Did you factor in the antlers? "

" Hey, vicar? Do you wanna summon and bind a ghost to your aid? " 

(threateningly), "  Say what's on your mind. "

" THE SAME PLACE I TALK FROM IS WHERE THE FOOD NEEDS TO GO! " 

" You've gotta know what nukes are. " 

" My phone doesn't have a screen. "

" Do you really think that was my question?! The nomenclature of these people?! "

" These people are British, they may have never met a cool person before. " 

" I didn't send anyone to hell. "

" You think I don't know my heads on a fuckin' spike the minute I let my guard down? " 

" Hell is a dark forest where your dad opens his ribcage and invites you to dance. " 

" You're doing me a favor by helping me be more normal. " 

" I am ruined. I'm ruined. " 

" DON'T TOUCH MY BLOOD! "

" When I just honestly report the facts of my life, people get emotional. " 

" I never had anyone stick up for me. " 

" Oh! So when its time for little me to have some fun to talk about my interests, all the sudden we're too deep in the tangent? " 

" The old people should be allowed to stay. " 

" Evil is just selfish impulses, which at the end of the day are really easy to understand. "

" Yeah, okay, you're selfish and scared and cruel, I get it."

" Being good is complex and beautiful and hard. "

" Does it have to be true when you say it? "

" If you choose to care, then the universe cares. If you don't, then it doesn't. "

" You're asking me to engage in stereotype? " 

" To answer your question: almonds. "

" I'm not a good prospect for anybody. " 

" I fantasize about killing people all the time. "

" Am I supposed to be impressed that you've never killed anybody? "

" What a bold moral choice from a person who's terrified of violence and scared shitless of going to jail! "

" I break shit constantly without even trying! "

" I've said something right, and I can see it on your face. " 

" We want any effort on our part to be the winning effort. We don't want to be a drop in the bucket, we want to be the entire ocean. "

" Find me a more universally REWARDED quality than hubris. Go on, I'll wait. " " There is nothing wrong with second place. Your best effort is all that anyone is asking for. "

" Because you were lied to does not mean that everything is a lie. "

[demobrat]

it was today that i realized after many months of having this blog that i never made eddie’s fucking bio public. okay well. the man has adhd. and he’s a leo. that’s all you need

[userhaiz]

Eddie Munson in Stranger Things 4x01: The Hellfire Club

[demobrat]

eddie images to ME

[drunivers]

ten minutes later, give or take, blue is navigating her way out through nino’s service door, precariously balancing a paper plate in each hand (one slice of cheese pizza, one meat lovers, as requested) and a (stolen? borrowed) bag of frozen peas from the back of nino’s industrial freezer stuffed under her arm.

sure enough, eddie munson is waiting for her. she’d half expected him to disappear, like a vampire fleeing from the summer sun.

“for your head,” she says instead of a greeting, nodding awkwardly for him to take the bag under her arm. the cold is seeping through her thin shirt, and the slightly thicker shredded half-shirt on top of it. she’s likely goosepimpling. “you could probably sue. unsafe dining conditions.”

[demobrat]

eddie's on the last drag of a cigarette, the sad inhale that's more filter and hope than anything else. he crushes it under an army surplus boot when he spots blue. eddie smiles nice and easy. "sargent."

he catches the hint to grab the bag of peas before eddie catches on to the point of them. "oh." eddie had already forgotten about the little collision. the thoughtfulness makes him blush a little, high in his cheeks, his eyebrows screwing up. "thanks." eddie says, slow and overly cautious. "i- um. would hate sully this fine dining establishment by bringing the lawman into it, y'know?" he brings the bag up to his head, the wet peas pressed over his bangs. eddie feels stupid. he makes a face, squints over at blue. "and you come bearing provisions. what service."

[hargrovetm]

billy smiles, eddie looks adorable with his jaw open even better with blushed cheeks. he bursts into half a giggle when he bows. "only mostly naked and a lot wet. can't a guy shoot high?" then a pause. "so...this is a date then. like officially, on the record." billy can't help but follow what eddie puts down. trails behind him like a stupid cartoon after the smell of pie. it's disgustingly sweet, it's miserable and endearing. billy hates that he can't sit with the feeling, it feels dangerous, burning. flammable and close to the fire. he doesn't let his brain chase that thought. leaves it where it is. where he found it.

"if anything this would be date number two. i believe, someone took me out to the forest to sit on the grass and watch the trees or whatever y'people do for fun here." billy walks, his mood faltering for a moment. this place brings back memories, some good ones, some not so great ones. it feels like a fucking eternity ago, he shakes off the sensation in the pit of his stomach. his eyes trace eddie's movements. the ghost of an almost kiss on his cheek.

billy then is all motion he walks past the usual walkway, his eyes lingering on the set of beach chairs laid neatly in a line. it makes him giggle. it's so stupid now, but he finds the switch behind the brick line that turns the night lights on the pool, they don't need it. but they'll need it later. "funny i never caught you around here. that summer. when i worked here. not a pool guy?" he tries to be somewhat more casual about this whole thing. it helps that it's hot and he's not uncomfortable. it's fine now. his eyes linger on the water, how still it is. he kicks his shoes off. then he stops, waits a beat or two. looks at eddie, trying to see if he's looking back. between lashes billy gets somewhat nervous. it's not like it's the first time but under the light of the fleating day he feels exposed, but he sheds the hoodie hair falling down with it he shakes his head. pendant pressed into his chest. he rolls with it. whatever feeling he's got in his chest about the whole thing. "don't just stare, start stripping." it's not mean the way he says it, just soft maybe a little wanting. a little hungry. with a little curl of the lip.

[demobrat]

"that was not a date." eddie ditches their stolen towels on a pool chair, wrestles himself out of his reeboks. billy does something out of sight and the pool lights flicker on, hardly noticeable with the sunlight, but eddie catches it. he doesn't feel too great about large bodies of water, not since finding out about the gate at the bottom of lover's lake. "hey, really!" eddie calls, struggling to look away from the still surface of the pool. he manages to turn his head and find billy, meets eyes that are the same color as the water. "you can't count that as a date. i didn't know."

the eddie of last summer would've had to be bribed to spend any time at the hawkins public pool but he doesn't say that. maybe, if he had known there was someone there worth ogling at, he would've shown up, but last summer he hadn't known he was quite so interested in... well. lifeguards. clearly, eddie hadn't known a lot. "this place isn't really my, um, thing. a little too family friendly for my tastes."

billy's gone a little pale, but he's covering it up, saying something sleazy to smooth it over. henderson loves to whine and moan about how scary max's crazy big brother is but eddie doesn't see it. can't align the kid's bitching with the billy that stayed by eddie's bedside for months, taking whatever shit eddie threw at him. billy's just not that hard of a read. scar tissue glimmers across his chest, his back. the scars paint a gruesome picture, clue eddie in on the events no one has been able to describe to him in full detail. even scarred, billy looks pretty, right in his little shorts, like he's supposed to be playing volleyball on the beach in some god awful mtv music video. eddie's caught redhanded, openly staring at miles and miles of newly exposed skin. he grins, wolfish.

really, he'd planned to keep his shirt on. to slip into the water in his cut off cramps shirt and his oversized swim shorts, the ones passed down from wayne. eddie glances away, to the fence, past that to the treeline. he's still smiling, but its more out of habit than anything honest. eddie's scars have had less time to heal than billy's. he knows what the skin looks like beneath his clothes: gnarled and angry. fucked up. "you this bossy when you worked here?" eddie grumbles, but he nods once, twice, his fists clenching and unclenching. billy's being brave, feet planted and so far from running home scared; eddie can't help but follow suit. he rips his shirt over his head, balls it up and tosses it over to the towels. eddie feels vulnerable, exposed, and he leans into the feeling, takes the few steps over to billy and wraps his pale tattooed arm over billy's warm shoulders. "think it's gonna be cold?"

[afterdecay]

oh – this isn't going to go down well. ❝ t-tonight?! you mean this night? and not tomorrow night? ❞ he tried to get out of dnd for the evening after realizing the time of the month it had been. a full moon will be in bloom. and while scott has his werewolf side a lot more in control than before, he's still kinda grouchy the day of. (just today alone he's snapped teeth at another classmate and he'd heard some mumblings about fractured ribs – his doing. he'd gone a little too hard during practice.) ❝ can't we just reschedule … again? ❞ this would make the second time this week alone that he's requested a raincheck date. it's not exactly his fault there's hunters running amok and every other tuesday the world is coming to an end! his world to be exact. brows furrow, he can see he's not getting out of this so easily. (even stiles had made an attempt with some weird excuse and that didn't flow over well.) ❝ it's a ‘no’, isn't it? ❞ 

˗ˏˋ @demobrat : requested. ˎˊ˗

[demobrat]

there is little in the world more aggravating than this new batch of dnd loving pseudo-jocks and their inability to keep a schedule. stiles and scott, the two odd little additions to the club this year, have been nothing if not a disaster to schedule with. it's not exactly hard, is it? eddie's busy too. he makes time. any other day of the week, mccall is free to chase after balls like he's a dog but thursday nights are for hellfire. have been all year.

"let me get this straight." eddie parses this out slowly, playing dumb, tapping at his chin with a ring laden hand. "you want... to re-re-schedule the session? the penultimate session of my campaign." he surveys scott from head to toe, eyes glinting mean. eddie has shifted into the dungeon master voice now, all knowing and self assured, playing at leader for just the two of them. "you want to delay the long awaited final clash with the villainous larloch? again." fat chance. not only does eddie balk at the thought of rescheduling, at waiting, but also, the party would riot if he allowed it again. "you bet your ass it's a no. what is your deal, man? what's got you so busy?"

[ftzie]

“what, are you scared? am i scaring you, munson?” it doesn’t do much to curb ginger’s irritation, but it does something. she’s always liked being scary, and now she likes it more. “i thought you were supposed to be tough.” without realizing it, she’s moving forward, head cocked like an animal, a predator trying to scent fear. for a moment she just — waits. eyes locked on his. his skin looks soft; her mouth waters. she thinks about his vocal cords crunching in her teeth.

if — she were doing that. which, she isn’t. just dogs and cats, like she promised brigitte. it’s just not fair that she’s here and he’s pissing her off and she’s starving. focus.

ginger exhales sharply, a puff of air. she takes out her frustration on a side table, kicking it so it slams sharply into the wall. it’s not enough. she wants it in splinters. “i’m asking you,” she hisses through slightly lengthened canines. grabs eddie by the shirt, slams him into the wall. it’s more satisfying than kicking over a table. she can feel his heart beating under her hand. good. she wonders how much force it would take to punch through his ribcage. “don’t fucking lie to me. what did she tell you?”

[demobrat]

eddie's hands fly up, palms flat, pure surrender. ginger is small, smaller than him at least, and she's a chick, but the look she's giving him, like she's going to eat him. the shit he's heard from brigitte. the dent in the front of his van. "jesus! fucking " his voice is screechy, higher than it's been since his goddamn balls dropped.

he leans back into the wall, his own fucking wall, the collar of his shirt digging into the back of his neck from her grip. eddie keeps his head flush with the wallpaper, his chest heaving rapidly, brain sluggish on the uptake. he's not going to hit a fucking girl. it's not like his weak ass slug would do anything to a goddamn werewolf. eddie cringes, shirks further away. okay. okay. "fine. she thinks it's like... a sickness. like. a cold, or some shit. like the flu." eddie's eyes drop to where ginger's hand is fisted in his shirt. "or rabies."

[hargrovetm]

@demobrat / @harringtontm

it's summer. it's summer and billy's doing an effort and a half to get out of this stupid, stupid town. that means overtime, working any chance he gets picking up every shift. school's over, curtain call. two minute warning. ten seconds on the clock and the finger close to the buzzer. it's agony. except.

the past few weeks billy's had the pleasure of working with eddie munson, nothing good has ever been said about the guy and his work ethic leaves a lot to be desired. the guy didn't even want the job in the first place but here he is. it all started with a bit of back and forth and now billy knows what the back of his throat tastes like. and it's been like. a little more bearable than usual.

then.

then. they had it, the wonderful idea of sneaking into the backrooms of the mall for their break. to fuck around, smoke, play footsies or whatever two lowlife dumbasses get up to. school and it's stupid hierachy is haunting some other bitches. not billy. and so they are sitting down, the ac blasting, making everything so damn cold. and billy's smoking in doors...eddie's playing with the lighter.

"do you think he's coming?" billy asks, casual, teasing. taps the end of his converse to eddie's outer thigh. to rile him up, to ask for some well deserved attention. "-or is he leaving us high and dry?" he's talking about steve harrington who also finds himself in a stupid job with an even stupider uniform. (a little pornographic, if you ask billy, the way the shorts are long but hugs his ass, the way the shirt rises up and leaves a trail and billy cannot help but let his mind wonder. and wonder he does.) eyes on eddie, because eddie is facing the door, gets first dibs on staring. on harrasing but this is where they find themselves lately. and billy isn't complaining.

[demobrat]

eddie munson isn't made for the summer. he appreciates the lack of school, yes, and the spattering parties at which eddie can peddle his less than legal wares; but summer brings heat. heat that lingers until it becomes an oppressive force with no relief, sweltering everywhere, slow roasting him in his own home. the air conditioner finally gave out in the same month wayne's truck popped a flat. the munsons were hurting for money, and the wealthiest of hawkin's delinquents were too busy having summer trips to buy off him, and thus, eddie's gotten himself a real job. it fucking blows. the way it's been going with hargrove, though, he might get blown if he plays his cards right, so he supposes it all evens out. que sera sera.

"who? steve?" eddie asks, as though he has thought about anything else other than billystevebillystevebillysteve his whole break. his whole day. his whole summer. it's fucking ridiculous. billy hargrove calling he and eddie an us. them waiting in a freezing mall alleyway for steve harrington to come grace them with their presence. he's letting a couple of jocks loiter in his precious brain space. get a grip.

eddie makes a point out of not looking over at billy yet, even when his shoe touches eddie's bare skin, just below his demeaning work shorts. instead, he keeps his hands busy, using his thumb to roll the spark wheel of his lighter. the flame goes in and out. eddie glances up at the door, tilts his head. an unexpected quirk, billy gets a little squirrelly about steve. it's interesting, as most things about billy are, but unwarranted. steve wouldn't subject himself to the type of one-two punch billy and eddie run on him if he didn't like it. eddie smirks. "oh, i'm sure harrington would never leave a lady such as you unsatisfied." he finally lolls his head in billy's direction, gives him a flat and lazy look. "patience is a virtue, yknow. he's coming."

[hargrovetm]

so, who does this guy think he is? and who does this guy think billy is? confusion plain on his expression. like he's trying to figure out the guy, he takes a hint and billy can breathe. he turns back to his own private misery, looking over the horizon line, anything but dealing with...whatever that is.

and then. then he's standing right there. not moving, taking like four years to light a shit cigarette. he isn't real, like he's joking, billy blinks slow trying to parse through what he is hearing. it makes him laugh, dry and kinda mean. "you might give me th'chance to come with you...right. does that one usually work for you?" and even if it did, billy's not that kind of girl. in the sense that he isn't a girl at all. and more specifically he isn't part of the bunch, and certainly he won't be lumped in with them. so it doesn't matter how cute a brunette guy can be, this one needs to go.

"listen, this isn't happening for you." billy fans his lashes lays it all pretty and simple. moving a finger back and forth between them. looks a little bit serious. "start auctioning out the opportunity buddy 'cause i don't compete for anyone's attention. so... you, your wannabe kirk hammett hairdo and your bad pick up lines can go back to wherever you spawned from, okay?" he smiles then. nothing sweet, it's too sharp. and then he just waits

[demobrat]

so, his shitty line didn't work. apparently, the king of hawkin's high has to be treated like a princess. go figure, right? it's fair, eddie can't really be too bummed about it, even if he can feel the new guitar strap he was going to buy slipping out of his fingers. tough luck. he'll scrape up the money elsewhere, put dustin and lucas back in line, and the whole thing will be a blip in his day. no harm, no foul, better luck next time. still, eddie stays.

he's smiling. leering, more like. eddie silently repeats after billy as he goes on his tirade, mouths a bemused 'hammett hairdo' and an faux offended 'bad?' he doesn't mean to but he laughs, from the stomach, like it got slugged out of him. eddie presses his hand over his heart, puts on an affect like he's well and truly hurt. "ouch, sweetheart, you'll hurt my delicate feelings."

for a guy who could easily beat eddie's scrawny ass, he's not very threatening. he's mean, and fast, and if eddie couldn't spy some pearly whites behind those pink lips, he might suspect he was fork tongued, but he's not exactly the picture of masculinity. he's no typical jock, yellow bellied and slow to the draw. instead, billy hargrove is just kinda bitchy. eddie's usually gets better read on people than he did for billy. he tilts his head. "you aren't scared of me, are you?"

[demobrat]

he missed it by only a few months but i think an eddie guilty pleasure listen would be the beastie boys

[demobrat]

he would not admit this. but i know he likes that shit

[demobrat]

he missed it by only a few months but i think an eddie guilty pleasure listen would be the beastie boys