i am not a believer in fandom having an age limit but i DO believe that with age and experience you should at least try to develop the ability to Act Right on the internet. nothing wrong at all with being 30+ in fandom but by that point you should be mature enough to devote your fandom experience to just vibing and you definitely should not be devoting it to having shipping arguments with people half your age
Head full of that Jamie Campbell Bower and Joseph Quinn interview where the topic is "women's rights" and Joseph immediately calls out the Supreme Court. I have never wanted to go down on a man so badly .
The fact that people won’t stop leaking Joe’s address & they even went to his house and knocked on the door ENRAGES ME. He was literally home. He’s probably scared to death! Leave the poor man alone damn. Poor baby is probably terrified, STOP STALKING HIM.
also reblogs and comments appreciated. especially comments, like, i need feedback to live and to motivate lmao
Pairings/Characters: Eddie Munson x Reader
Warnings: depictions of violence, mentions of death, swearing
Summary: After losing Eddie in the Upside Down, you’ve discovered a much more aggressive side to yourself that likes to fight. Hopefully, that’ll come in handy when you go back to defeat Vecna. Again.
The anger you had felt was burning you from the inside out. You wanted to scream. You wanted to put your fist through drywall, hell, you wanted to grab Dustin by his shoulders and throw him out the window, but you couldn’t do that.
You were with the usual suspects, the unknown heroes of Hawkins who were preparing to go to the Upside Down once and for all to end Vecna, a final battle that was sure to suffer numerous fatalities. Your friends were planning on going without you, given that the last time you were involved with this mess, you went a little crazy afterwards.
“And that’s why you can’t go! Because you lose your shit more than everyone, and that’s saying a lot. Look how fucking crazy these people are. Hopper was in fucking Russia for Christ’s sake!” Dustin shouted at you.
You shook your head as you paced back and forth like a caged feline trying desperately to break free and hunt her prey. You stopped short and turned to Dustin quickly, striding so fast and getting so close that he thought you really were going to grab him by his jacket and throw him somewhere. Instead, you held your fists up and took a deep breath before biting the knuckles on your right hand before shoving them into your pockets, “I did not.”
“You beat the fuck out of Andy on his front yard,” Dustin shouted at you. “That’s crazy!”
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you make eddie strong in his weakest moment // aka a quick fix it fic for that rotten ass finale
You could see it happen, just meters away from you. Just far enough that you couldn’t do anything but scream his name as you watched him get swarmed by the bats. Even though your limbs were heavy with exhaustion and your legs protested, you ran to him, using your modified trash can lid as a shield and spearing the fuckers away. You couldn’t focus on anything but Eddie, lying prone on the ground, and you swung your arm and stabbed a bat right through the heart.
The bats dissipated, and you were left alone with Eddie. Even though you felt like absolute shit, you knew that he was in worse shape, gashes on his sides and throat. You instantly abandoned your weapons and knelt down beside him, and you pulled his head into your lap. “Munson?” you whispered, and his eyes flickered as he looked at you. He was not doing too good. “Hey, there’s my guy. We’re gonna get you help, okay?”
“No,” Eddie mumbled, his voice gurgling a bit. “I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” you told him. “We’re gonna stand up and go back to the trailer, and we’re gonna get you help. You don’t have a choice, Ed.” You tried to control the shaking in your voice, because it was obvious to anyone that Eddie was in bad shape. But, if you got to the trailer, you could send Dustin to get help, and everything would be okay.
“I can't,” Eddie insisted, his eyes wide. “I’m done for.”
“Like hell you are!” you exclaimed. “I-I, Eddie, there are people that need you! Dustin needs you, Max needs you, I need you! Y-You can’t just go and give up when there are people who need you! I know it hurts, Ed, I know it does, but you have got to hang in there. Okay?”
Eddie shook his head, and you chewed your lip. He was right, and you knew it; he couldn’t make it to the trailer, and you weren;t nearly strong enough to carry him. He was going to bleed out and die right here in the Upside Down. You tried to think of something, anything, to do, and you nearly missed Eddie reaching up towards you. He tucked a little bit of hair behind your ear, almost a loving gesture, and he mumbled, “I’ve always loved you.”
“Oh, whatever,” you sniffled. You couldn’t hold the tears back anymore. “Deathbed confessions…”
“Yeah,” Eddie nodded. “Since the first day I met you, I knew I was going to marry you. I could just feel it.”
“Really?” you whimpered out. You held him close, smoothing back his hair, and you watched as Eddie nodded again.
“Really,” Eddie replied, blinking slowly.
“W-Well, why didn’t you ever tell me?” you asked. The more you touched him, the more your clothes stained with his warm blood, but you didn’t care. You just had to keep him talking until Dustin came for you. When Dustin showed up he would be able to help you limp Eddie back to the trailer, and everything would be fixed. You knew it wasn’t that simple, but your plan needed to be simple to avoid your head exploding.
“I was scared,” Eddie told you. His hands shook as he gathered up yours, holding you tightly, and he shook his head. “But I’m not scared anymore. I love you.”
“Jesus,” you uttered. “Eddie—”
“Don’t say it back if you don’t have to,” Eddie told you quickly. “I-I don’t want to hear you say it unless you mean it.”
“I love you,” you whispered to him. Your chest heaved with a heavy breath, and you watched Eddie’s do the same. That was the deepest breath he had taken since you had had him in your arms, and, as you examined him again, you saw that the trickle of blood from his neck had nearly fully stopped. Did you…? There was no way. Did talking about you make Eddie grow more resilient? Did you make Eddie stronger?
“Glad to hear it,” Eddie said, and your heart lifted. He was trying to be funny. He was trying to be funny for you.
“Um,” you started, wiping the tears hastily from your cheeks. “Y-You said you wanted to marry me?”
Eddie nodded. “Not one of those big, embarrassing weddings,” he told you. His voice cracked and broke, but he was talking, and that was enough. Keep him talking until Dustin came to your aid, that was the plan. “I always imagined that you wouldn’t want a real wedding, just something small… Am I right?”
You nodded. “I hate weddings,” you admitted, and Eddie chuckled weakly.
“Yeah, yeah,” he said. “I figured.”
“Tell me more,” you told him quickly. “Tell me a-about, like, how did you know?”
“Sometimes you just know things,” Eddie said, and he paused to cough. Blood stained his lips as he coughed, but you could see color returning to his cheeks. He was going to be alright, you could feel it. “I saw you, and Gareth said something about you being new, a senior and all... You smiled at me, and I fell head over heels. I just knew.”
Now, your tears were for a different reason. You actually remembered the moment well, the first time you met Eddie. You had been roaming the lunchroom on your first day at Hawkins High, and you had already felt like an outcast, starting a new school as a senior, and then you saw the badass devil illustration on a boy’s shirt. You had looked up from the shirt to see the face, and those moonish brown eyes were already looking at you, and you had given him a friendly smile. Eddie had then come over and introduced himself, said some line about “You look lost”, and offered to let you sit at his table with him and his friends. And the rest was history.
Since then, you had lost count of the amount of times that you went over to Eddie’s trailer to watch a movie, to help study, to paint D&D figurines. Eddie was your best friend and you were his, and suddenly his pining made sense. He would let you borrow his clothes when you slept over, he always saved the last bite of his lunch for you (the man made a mean ham sandwich, what could you say?), and he held doors for you and offered you his hand to stand up and sit down. At the time, you thought it was him being a good friend and a gentleman, but it was so much more. He loved you.
“Eddie,” you said softly. You didn’t know exactly what to say, so you let your words fail you. Instead, you leaned down and softly kissed his bloody lips, not caring about the mess. To your delight, Eddie lifted his hand up and lightly touched your face as he kissed back, and you felt your stomach flip. He was going to be okay.
“Is this a pity kiss?” Eddie asked, his lips still against yours. “Like, ‘you’re dying. Let me kiss you goodbye’?”
“Does it feel like one?” you asked, lifting your face from his. “How do you feel?”
“Not great,” Eddie admitted. “Everything hurts… Bastard bats. Those fuckers aren’t metal at all.”
Finally, you laughed, and you saw Eddie smile. Everything was okay. Eddie was cracking jokes, getting stronger by the second. You quickly called out for Dustin— “Dustin! Come here, I need help!”— but you turned your attention back to Eddie without missing a beat. “Maybe marriage is rushing it,” you told him, and Eddie nodded in agreement. “I say we both have to graduate first—”
“Not that far away,” Eddie told you, and you jokingly rolled your eyes.
“We should probably date for a while first too,” you added, and Eddie nodded again. “But, sure, Munson. I’ll marry you.”
“Sick,” Eddie said, and he coughed again. “Here comes Henderson.”
“See?” you told him, sniffling away your tears. “Everything is alright.”
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