Definitely Sleeping Right Now

25 +🌸 She/her Hispanic ♋️

[pastel-pillows]

See, I’m too sensitive for this world. Every hope-core or semi-sad video and I’m tearing up. Animal? Tears. Little kid getting health care at a non-profit? Tears. Old person getting company and finding a friend after being lonely? Tears.

[evvergreen]

i think i deserve $7,000,000 for everything i've been through tbh.

[jo-harrington]

He trudges towards the little beverage station at the back of the store, glove-clad fingers skimming the tops of the pristine, plastic-wrapped snack cakes as he contemplates a little treat to go with the burnt bean water. Raspberry Zingers are his usual choice, but today he decides that the humble Hostess Cupcake will be his breakfast. He doesn't even need to break his stride to grab it; it practically jumps into his hand as he passes.

Commission of Snow Day Eddie in the Gas Station, from @drac-harrington

As I'm sure many people know, it's hot a fuck in many places across the globe right now, and all I want instead of sweating is to be in the moment I was when I thought about a snowy day with Eddie. Drac made it happen, as they always do. Thank you Drac for bringing him to life, for seeing my vision perfectly as you always do.

[russianblush]

no ai usage over here. you’re gonna get my shitty authentic writing whether you like it or not

[jo-harrington]

Corroded Coffin Fest 2026 - Day 1 - Just Say No

Summary: Or...alternately, just say yes? (AKA Eddie Munson is a bad influence.)

Word Count: 783

Rating: T

Warnings/Themes: No Upside Down AU, Friendship, Humor, Mention of Alcohol and Drug Use, Peer Pressure

Check Out the Main Post for @corrodedcoffinfest here! Even if you don’t start on Day 1, you can still join! <3 Thanks @thisapplepielife for organizing another great month of events!

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Enjoy!

The date? December 14, 1984. The time? Well-near close to 9pm, as the boys wrapped up a long and arduous—if victorious!—session of Hellfire Club.

“A round of meads and your best pipe-weed for us weary travelers,” Jeff’s rogue shouted to the bar-maid, roleplayed by Eddie of course.

Usually, Eddie usually would use this opportunity to bat his lashes coquettishly, then narrate some conclusion to their adventure. But a thought occurred to him. A rather devilish thought, if he was so bold to say.

“What if we could have a round of meads and pipe-weed?”

Dave, ever slow on the uptake, snorted, “Where? At the Prancing Pony?”

Eddie shot them all a look as if to say it's so obvious, but it turned out that all of his friend were slow on the uptake. They blinked at him and his brows climbed in disbelief.

"Beer and weed at the trailer."

They blinked again, in unison, before the lightbulbs went off. At least, they went off in Dave and Jeff's heads, as they chattered and quickly put their things away. Gareth, on the other hand, stood there with a very prominent pout, his arms crossed over his chest.

"But...we can't," he scoffed, causing the others movements to come to a stop.

Eddie folded his arms over his chest, mirroring Gareth. "And why not?"

And to be fair, he expected something along the lines of curfew or early plans with his family. He should have known better. Should have known that the younger boy was still new to their brand of debauchery and mischief.

“Uhhh, because of Mrs. Reagan. Obviously. Just say no?”

Eddie snorted and rolled his eyes.

"Is that some old lady you help cross the street?"

"It's the First Lady, Ed," Jeff offered sincerely. "You know, married to the president."

"I know who she is Jeffrey." Eddie shot him a scathing look, then turned back to Gareth. "What does she have to do with beer and weed?"

"Have you seriously never seen the posters around the school? Just say no? As in, just say no to drugs?"

"I've clearly ignored them. Since when have I ever read a poster taped to the walls around here? They're always for the chess club meetings or the Spring Musical. Once again I ask, during the very stimulating questions-and-answers segment of our evening: what does that have to do with beer and weed?"

"Weed's a drug."

"It's just weed!" Eddie threw his hands up in the air. "I smoke it, Wayne smokes it! Shit, everybody does it."

"That's what they said you'd say!" Dave interjected, not helping the matter in the least bit. Gareth held his hands out towards Dave, as if to emphasize his point, and Eddie growled.

"Who is they?"

"Nancy Reagan!"

"Fuck Nancy Reagan!" Eddie shouted in exasperation. "I can't believe what I'm hearing right now, Gare. Remember when I asked you if you wanted to join Corroded Coffin? After Ronnie went off to college? If I'm not mistaken, you howled the words "sex, drugs, and rock and roll" into the air and then started head banging. What happened to the drugs part?"

"I thought I could ignore it," Gareth reasoned, sheepishly. "Like...the sex part would be cool...and the rock and roll...but I don't know about the drugs. My mom says it ruins your life."

"Or makes it better?" Eddie offered. "Come on! What do moms know? It'll be fine. I've smoked with Jeff before. It was great. Makes you feel good, floaty. Tell him, Jeff."

"Makes you hungry," Jeff recalled.

"Yeah, you thought you could eat a million oreos," the older metalhead laughed, then sobered up. "And then you threw up in the van. Lets not have a repeat performance of that tonight, kay?"

Jeff crossed his heart and held his hands up innocently.

"But we can have oreos?"

"Sure. I don't care." Eddie turned back to Jeff. "See? Got a night of getting high with beer and oreos and no puking. Couldn't be better! Sounds like a dream. Right guys?"

Jeff and Dave answered in unison.

"So what'll it be?" Eddie urged and stared at Gareth with big, hypnotic, abyss-like eyes. "Don't say no. Just say yes."

Gareth swallowed, looked around at his friends, and then down at his backpack that rested by his feet. More specifically, he was looking at the just say no club pin that was displayed proudly next to a bunch of bands and slogans.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Reagan," he whispered, as he reached down and carefully pulled the it free. He discarded it haphazardly onto the floor, hiked his bag over his shoulder, and then looked at his friends expectantly.

"Alright. What are you guys waiting for?"

[probuccalfat]

there’s no permanent self and that’s pretty cool

[pankaa3226]

Yeah, Eddie... What is wrong with you?

[befikra]

i bet it feels good to be an underwater plant just swaying in sync with the flow of water

[spencereid]

idk i just think horny fanfiction is cool bc it allows the writer (and readers) to explore their own relationship with sexuality. and especially in self-insert x reader spheres. yeah sometimes it really isn’t about the character it’s about how someone is processing their own experience with sex. so kinda. who gives a shit if you see it as out of character. why does this matter. scroll.

[my-castles-crumbling]

[xcaptive-baitx]

I don’t do casual, I need soul crushing, life altering mutual obsession and devotion

[redstonedust]

thinking "everyone can tell im bad at this" as i stand completely motionless doing nothing in public

[philcollinsenjoyer]

i think i'd be checking my phone in the cuck chair to be honest

[depsidase]

[sunday-bug]

[karlovycross]

Summer Berry Mix 🍓🫐 ♡⊹˚₊

[wisteria-bae]

When I’m reading a smut fic and tryna figure out what position they’re in