in the seasons of wither, we'll stand and deliver

Hawkins HS freakshow. Pay to get in or gawk outside the gate.

[hellfire-eddie-m]

HIATUS UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE.

[thememedaddy]

[hellfire-eddie-m]

Getting diagnosed as audhd today is the first thing that’s made total sense in a very long time.

[hellfire-eddie-m]

I have no one to talk to about this so I’m just plopping it here.

I’m absolutely obsessed.

[nohoes-bedempty]

"I'd give you a ring if you Saturn my face."

Eddie Munson to her alien girlfriend, probably.

[hellfire-eddie-m]

Accurate.

[theconcealedweapon]

[thememedaddy]

[shieldofiron]

Eddie: For you? I have ten.

[justhere4thevibez]

they spend the rest of the evening sorting all the trash into recyclable and nonrecyclable because high Chrissy got teary about the poor turtles

Eddie has no idea wtf is supposed to be recyclable, but he hasn't had so much fun sorting through trash ever in his life

[deliriumsdelusion7]

Okay but what super-embarrassing things do they find in Eddie’s trash? I must know!

[justhere4thevibez]

five boxes in a row of mac 'n' cheese (he got the munchies, sue him), an expired (full) box of condoms from '82 (it's been a while), several crumpled pages of song lyrics (DO NOT LOOK AT THOSE, CUNNINGHAM, I'LL HAVE TO KILL YOU IF YOU DO), an empty can of hairspray (that's WAYNE'S, his curls are au natural, he swears), and a few empty packets of those cheap drugstore temporary tattoos (he just likes to try them out on different places, it's research for future tatties, okay??)

[percypanda21]

do you ever just find the perfect pic to describe hellcheer?

no, well i found one for you 😌

[clytemnestraaa]

just had a really stable moment where i opened a redbull at the exact same second someone started playing industrial music in the apartment below and i briefly thought it was coming from inside the redbull can

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

[justhere4thevibez]

back in my smut era:

Chrissy buzzed on three inhales of sweet Mary Jane (well two, really, since she coughed the first one out before it could really take) is a transcendent being too holy for this plane of existence. If Eddie could write like Tolkien, he’d scribble out a poem about the divine elf goddess who haunts this mortal realm, footsteps light as morning dew and laugh dripping down his throat like the finest golden honey straight from the hive. But Tolkien he is not, and so he stutters out something more along the lines of, fuck, you’re so pretty, as he brushes her bangs out of her eyes where they’d gotten tangled in her lashes.

His hand feels heavy against her cheek, her skin silken and hot under the callouses of his palm as she blushes. He should move his hand. Chrissy’s got a boyfriend, and she’s high, and trailer-trash boys like him don’t deserve nice and unspoilt little things like her. He’s going to move his hand, really he is, he’s not the kind of guy to be pushy with a girl, but the weed makes his limbs sluggish and heavy, and before he can peel his fingers away from her soft cheek she tilts her head just so and darts her tongue out to lick the pad of his thumb.

[mossblvck]

[ultraviolence1angel]

born to late

[neckkiss]

via weheartit

[rxmuslxpins]

HellCheer Moodboard

[complextheories]

My desire to be whimsical and happy and my intense political rage are constantly at war within me

[ilovetimewarpbombie]

The inherent political statement of only speaking in spanish. Of introducing himself by his legal name. Of having most, if not all (don't wanna assume) his background dancers be visibly latinos. Of showing glimpses into the latino experience with such love and care and domesticity (we all laughed at the kid sleeping in the chairs lol), and including ALL latino countries. "The only thing stronger than hate is love." I suppose Joy is all a part of the fight, isn't it?