cause i'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
yeah i'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
listen to iron maiden, baby, with me 🎸🎶
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cause i'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
yeah i'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
listen to iron maiden, baby, with me 🎸🎶
Same, Im getting so used to these weird tags that im losing sense of what's normal
If you're curious about the fic here it is
he looks like he works with his hands and smells like Marlboro reds
how am I supposed to live now knowing that this amount of chemistry/cuteness was just natural improv ahhhhh
I’ve been drawing Eddie and Chrissy lately :)! The first one is a sketch for an idea I have where its a hellcheer version of Francis Tipton Hunter’s “Helping with Homework,” and the last one is a bit of a continuation of Eddie and Chrissy exchanging mixtapes--Chrissy is listening to ZZ Top’s “Pearl Necklace.” Also, I’m not sure if anyone else remembers Schoolhouse Rock! (it was already old when I was a kid), but it was an American educational program from the 70s and I thought it might be cute for them to bond over it - “3 is a magic number” is a personal favorite (x)!
Sometimes you and the besties commission self-indulgent fanart, y'know? This work is by SquishieLychee. Please check her out and support her!
This is the happy-go-lucky beach episode we deserved, obviously.
just imagine chrissy in the afterlife hearing the tail-end of ‘master of puppets’ because it transcends worlds, and then a few minutes later eddie arrives. there’s a big reunion, full of hugging and crying and chrissy slowly realizing he’s dead, and then he mentions the song (but not the dedication). and chrissy, not knowing the significance of this, tells him, “that’s my favorite song.”
eddie sobs.
chrissy lives ✨