#ed harley

[nymphosynth]

our findings based on extensive research and discussion

[sn4qdragon]

Yknow what fuck it. SCP: Find Us Alive is So good and deserves some content so here's a dump of stuff I've been posting to twitter in the last few weeks. I love them!!!!!

[henriksenfreak]

ed harley from pumpkinhead 🎃🕯 needed a new icon for my discord & i’ve been thinking abt this horror dad a lot… woof bark etc

[androidyogurt]

"I'm gonna send it back to hell where it come from." 🔥🎃👓 | Happy birthday, Lance Henriksen, my muse forever and always

[b0n3d0g]

Pumpkinhead (1988)

[notegotisical]

me: uh hi. I know you from this other guy. he left a reference.

a different character played by the same actor: who the fuck is that and who the fuck are you

[eine-seltsame-url]

hi

so

we know who bishop is.

do you know who ed harley is. could you…tell me about him

Sure.

So, Ed Harley is the Main Character from the Horror movie Pumpkinhead.

In short, it's about a Father who looses his son and after summoning a literal Demon of vengeance to kill the people responsible for his Son's death, He regrets that decision and tries to kill the Demon to save those people, because you know Revenge isn't worth it.

It's just a typical "Teenagers get killed by something" movie but personally Lance Henriksen absolutely makes it worth a watch.

Now I'm abysmally down bad for this character in particular, he's just a single Dad trying his best 😭, so my view of this movie is biased AF but I can only recommend you to give this one a watch.

I mean... LOOK AT THIS MAN *Gnawing on the bars of my enclosure*

[sufferthesea]

sufferthesea's 31 Days of Falloween - Day 18

Fandom: Pumpkinhead

Word: Witch

Pairings: Ed Harley x F!Reader

Warnings: Child death mention, AU where Ed never summons Pumpkinhead

Taglist: @smolbeandrabbles !!!

Ed Harley didn’t believe in witches until he met Haggis. She’d always been a sort of myth, a half-truth, that people talked about. He’d thought she had been something made up just to scare kids into behaving, just like Santa Claus. But she was real. 

He knew that she was real because he climbed through Razorback Holler and found her home (if it could be called a home), and he stood before her crippled form and looked into the fireplace that glimpsed Hell, and he believed. She offered him revenge. She offered him blood. She offered him everything that his heart wanted in the wake of Billy’s death. 

But he didn’t take it. 

Why didn’t he take it? 

It had been a week since that trek up to Razorback Holler and he still didn’t entirely know why. Perhaps it was the fear that had been rolled into him when he was still just a baby; the fear of witchcraft and dark magic and hellfire. The fear of damnation and curses and all the evil things men were blind to. 

It would have been so easy to say yes. He barely had to do anything. The work would be done for him. His hands would be clean. (His soul? Not so much.) But it was worth it, wasn’t it? To get revenge for Billy? To get revenge for himself? 

Still, he didn’t do it. 

He woke up every morning and went to bed every evening wondering why he hadn’t done it. There was still time to do it. He was sure there was. He might even do it now just because it’d been a week and those teenagers hadn’t turned themselves in to the police, hadn’t taken responsibility for killing a child. 

Ed occasionally wondered if the reason he hadn’t done it was because of you. You’d never been Billy’s official stepmother, but you were the closest thing he had. Really, the closest thing he had to a mother. Over the last two years, you’d shown up for Ed in ways he didn’t know he needed. Help on the farm, with the store, with Billy. Ed had just about cursed himself when he realized that you were a year into running the store with him and he hadn’t even once made you dinner.

Things just fell together after that. It was like you’d always been a part of the small family. And after the first night together, Ed suddenly couldn’t remember what life was like without you. 

He couldn’t go through with Haggis’s deal, not now. You were hurting, too. You were grieving in the same way as Ed. And if Ed went through with it, he’d be leaving you all alone. You would lose both of them, and that wasn’t fair. That wasn’t right. 

So the night after he came back from Haggis, Ed curled up into your arms and cried. You grieved together. The night lasted a lifetime and then the sun came up, and the hollow sadness came like waves again. His anger would flare back to life and he would scream curses up and down the property, chasing phantoms of teenagers and the lonely ghost of his son. He’d sleep for hours, and then bouts of insomnia would grip him for the next few days. Life went on. Then life would stop. The world forgot about Billy and Ed and you. The world kept reminding you of what you lost. The pain disappeared. It returned and swallowed you whole. 

The first week went by, and then the second. And then the third and fourth. Then the months went by. And then the one-year anniversary. That day felt like a wound the length of Ed’s body had been torn open and everything he was had been spilled out into the fields. And then the night came and the day came and it was the next morning and Billy was still gone but Ed was still there. 

And then two years went by. And then three. 

And each day was like the fading of a bruise. If something came along and pressed right in the center, right where the black and blue skin was still tender, then the hurt came right to the surface. But if something prodded along the edges, where yellow and green had already faded away, then it was less painful and more curious. Just checking something out. Just passing by. Just looking for a reaction. 

And on year four, Ed woke up the morning of the anniversary in your arms, and he looked at your face and wondered about where you’d come from and why you’d stayed with him. Maybe, he thought, you were a witch, too. A good witch. One that took pain and transformed it into something else, something beautiful. One that crafted love out of loneliness, and peace out of anguish. Maybe you were the reason he hadn’t made the deal with Haggis. Not because he was afraid of leaving you alone, but because you’d been with him the entire time, protecting him with your spells from the influence of Haggis, protecting him from hellfire and damnation and bloody revenge. 

Ed Harley didn’t believe in witches until he met Haggis. But now that he did, he was thankful that there was more than one kind, and that he had chosen the right one.