tthebanished

indie. private. selective. stranger things inspired eddie hayes. as loved by lor. 21+ only

[tthebanished]

#TTHEBANISHED an independent, highly selective inspired by stranger things modern verse take on eddie munson hayes, this blog is heavily canon divergent and based on my own lore, eddie's main verse is not stranger things based. mun is 30+ (lor, they/them) do not follow if you are under 21!

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this blog will feature triggering & usfw content which will be tagged! can also be found at: pcrfectstorms & wildernesslost

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i miss my son but tumblr isn’t the vibe atm but if we’re mutuals and you wanna write i still write on discord! so just hmu for my discord and we can write on there maybe? 🥺

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kinda forgot tumblr exists and now i'm glad i did bc wtf has happened to the desktop lay out. I hate it here. ew.

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in the spirit of pride, i'm gonna out where this little dork picked his name from, in middle school he was obsessed with twilight, and he totally named himself after his vampire boyfriend crush, Edward Cullen. but now, if you even try and bring it up he will deny deny deny, because he is fully aware how cringy it is, and will tell you he picked the name after eddie vedder... yeah, yeah, okay princess sure you did.

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okay so who's gonna plot some gay shit with me since its pride month, eddie deserves boyfriends (and girlfriends obvs) but he is a nightmare, so RIP to them all dealing with this menace xD

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i don't have to fucking do anything, she thought to herself. natalie made it all the way out to the street as she pushed her arms through her coat. desperately trying to get it on her back to shield herself from the new york cold. her mind still racing over how much he'd really pushed her back there. her thoughts a constant mess resembling something like; what a fuckin' asshole. i cannot fucking believe him. basically pop?! god why the fuck did i ever agree to work with someone who has such a narrow view of music.

they both knew he needed her a lot more than she needed him, that it was his career on the line. sure, she'd get exposure and a totally new fan base out of their collaboration but it was his label who wanted her, not the other way around. for him to act like that, like he had the fucking power, it was bullshit. as eddie's hand made contact with her arm she spun around, pulling away from him immediately but still stopping in her tracks to stare him down again.

of course he wasn't being serious, just like his apology was totally real too. crossing her arms over her chest and chewing the inside of her cheek as the joint appears in front of her. her eyes widening just enough to show her apparent interest. even if he was a condescending asshole, he had good shit — and they did still need to get something to the studio by the end of the week. nat's hand came up to grab the j from his hand before finally huffing out a "fine." she nodded toward the side alley just by the studio pushing the roach between her lips and digging in the pocket of her coat to retrieve her lighter. once the two weren't so exposed on the street nat light the joint. blazing the tip with the orange glow of a flame as she pulled in the earthy smoke. "my big girl feelings say you're still an asshole."

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his manager had warned him to be on his best behavour; to play nice, but that was almost phsyically impossible for eddie NOT to push and push at buttons, like a petchulant child, and he's grinning now, shrugging like she should know it was all in good fun. he should be taking this serious, it was his career that was waivering here, after months of writing nothing up to the labels standards, this collab was his opportunity to prove himself, and so far all he had done was piss off natalie. maybe there was a hint of resentment bubbling under the surface for the fact he needed this to go well, but of course eddie was too proud to admit that. he'd sooner play the fool, than anything real.

eyes rolling when she pulls back, expected of course, in fact part of him is surprised she didn't smack him, she's a little fire cracker, and eddie likes that a little too much, which is the problem isn't it? its all fun to poke the bear, not so much. when the bear doesn't bite back like he wants. "aw, c'mon, lighten up, think you need this, sweetheart" he grins as she snatches the j from between his fingers, leaning back against the cold brick, arms hugged tight across his chest, he'd ran out after her in nothing but a t-shirt and it was fucking cold he'd gotten too use to the warmth of L.A over the last couple of years to hack it back east. " maybe so, but an asshole with good weed." he grins, brow raising as he watches her, trying to get a read on just how much he's fucked up.

"i'm not like a, fucking sexist, ya know..." he sighs after a moment of quiet, eddie can't stand silence, gives too much opportunity for him mind to catch up on him, he snorts laughing to himself before adding, "got a racoon called Joan actually, after Joan Jett, i was like, obsessed with her in high school" trying to get her back on side, as if this revelation somehow makes it okay the shit talking he back inside. // @pvnkshooter

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yeah of course steve knows it's not eddie's colour - honestly would be surprised if it was. steve wasn't use to this, not use to expressing anything he truly felt deep down, let alone feel safe enough to try and open up about it, even they weren't doing it as flat out as they could be. "i know" the words were quiet, and steve's never really been this non confidant but it comes with this kind of vulnerability they're give out. the kind that they rarely let others see. a soft smile starts to curve at his mouth, "yeah? you think?" it kind of made him feel very warm inside - knowing that eddie could answer a question that steve was to afraid to voice aloud, "i... yeah i want."

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It's endearing how nervous Stevie is, he can see the hesitance in his face, hear it in the way his voice shakes, and it's crazy to him, because Eddie of all people gets it. ❛ yeah, I know, hey -- Stevie, look at me... ❜ with that a hand gently reaches up to his cheek, settling carefully on Steve's jaw. ❛ if you wanna explore skirts or whatever, that's cool, clothes are clothes man, gender norms are made up bullshit, boys can wear dresses if they wanna - ❜ Eddie knew all too well just that, but he gets how scary it is, how terrifying it can be to admit even to yourself those feelings. ❛ do you...wanna try it on now for me, sweetheart? ❜ he offers tentatively, giving Steve the space to say no if he's not there yet. ❛ hey, I think I got a tartan one somewhere if you don't wanna do it alone, moral support 'n' all that.❜ he adds winking.

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pvnkshooter asked: sneaking off to a public bathroom to make out.

She had this way of getting under his skin, she intrigued him as much as she irritated him, and he can't help but be drawn back in over and over ever since that first night at the battle of the bands where she'd wiped the floor with him and his band. May the best band win, he'd said cocksure and conceited, thinking he had it in the bag, coming second to a girl band wasn't on his mind for a second, but she was really fucking talented, maybe more than he was, though he would never give her the satisfaction of admitting that.

He shows up at one of her shows unannounced, after she doesn't return his phone calls, and stand in sight from the stage, grin fixed, and eyes not leaving her for a second while she was up on stage, she looked so fucking hot up there doing her thing, and afterwards he makes a b-line for her, ❛ don't tell me you're still mad at me, babe... ❜ that slick smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, moving into her space, big brown eyes wide and pleading in a playful cocky way like he knew she'd cave.

❛ came all this way just to see you, and that's how you wanna play it? c'mon, Nat, I know you missed me, I missed you...❜ pulling out all his best efforts to get her on side, hand slipping into hers, pulling her close, lips lingering just far enough away to not touch, ❛ fuck, I wanna kiss you so bad... ❜ he whispers before closing the gap between them, kissing her hard and dirty, but this was way too public to do the things he wants too, ❛ bathrooms just back there, sure your girls won't miss you too much... ❜ he grins, teeth nipping playfully at her lower lip, before tugging her by the hand in the direction of the bathroom, both of them giggling the few feet until they're stumbling into the girls' bathroom.

Eddie backing her into the stall, crowding her up against the door, fumbling with the lock to flick it close, trailing a line of kisses from her jaw to the sweet spot on her neck. ❛ You... looked... so...fucking...hot...on...stage.❜ breath hitching to punctuate his words, hands all over her like he can't get enough, and he can't, never can with Nat. ❛ you should come back to my hotel room baby, let me fuck you properly...❜ maybe he's pushing his luck, but Eddie is nothing if not a chancer. // @pvnkshooter

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tthehair asked: a kiss attempting to convince the other party to stay.

This is the part he hates the most about tour, he loves playing shows, loves being on the road with the band, it makes him feel so fucking alive going on stage night after night, the crowd going wild over songs he wrote, and before Steve he never cared about leaving for months at a time, there wasn't someone waiting for him back home, but now he does and leaving sucks, Steve's been moping around like wounded puppy for the last two days, which while adorable, kills him a little. ❛ baaabe... ❜ he sighs soft against Steve's lips, he's not cruel enough to ever deny him a kiss, even if he has to leave for the airport in forty-five minutes, and they haven't even gotten out of bed yet.

Steve kisses him hot and dirty, tongue slipping past his lips, and Eddie moans soft, cursing his boyfriend under his breath, for making it ten times harder to fucking leave now .❛ c'mon baby, this isn't playing fair, I'm gonna miss my flight, and as much as I'd love to stay in bed with you, I think Janice night actually murder me if I miss another flight. ❜ eyes rolling as a defeated sigh slips from his lips. ❛ you should come with me, we could join the mile high club -- ❜ he says grinning, only half joking, he;s sure Steve had better this to do that follow his boyfriend around the country for two months...unless... ❛ I mean...that's insane, right? right? ❜ // @tthehair

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@havvkinsqueen hit the heart for a starter!

It was still insane to him that he got invited to events and parties that his younger self would have scoffed at, he's back in his hometown of Chicago for an album launch party, one of the label's newest sign on's the next big thing, or something like that -- he doesn't rate them, a little too mainstream, but that sells, right? And besides, he wasn't about to turn down a free all expenses paid trip back home to party. He swears half the damn Chicago Bulls team is here, and he hates that he knows that - blame that on being friends with Harrington, he thinks fondly eyes rolling as he scans the room for a familiar face, instead finds a pretty one looking in his direction, he wasn't new to being recognised and smiles politely.

❛ are you with the band? ❜ he asks over the roaring music, leaning in, he laughs shaking his head when he realises how that sounds, ❛ sorry -- that wasn't a pickup line I swear. ❜ Eddie laughs, trailing off, a hand running across his jaw as the other brings the beer bottle up to his lips. ❛ I'm Eddie, by the way, never got your name? - sorry, have we met before? I could swear we have - ❜ something familiar about the strawberry blonde, but then he did grow up in this city, maybe he'd simply seen her around.

[dreaminginpencil]

🎶 you don't have to say you love me

you don't have to say nothing

you don't have to say you're mine 🎶

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that last episode makes me want to write shauna even more, she was absolutely devastated and delusional and fuck me up that hurt me. the fact they’re all like seventeen out there alone, and how absolutely horrific her birth was and to then lose the baby (which yeah okay we all knew that was coming). now the decision is do i have her her own blog or add her to my multi…

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#𝐏𝐕𝐍𝐊𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐑 — an independent & selective portrayal of natalie scatorccio of showtime's yellowjackets. shot by indi.

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i’ve binge watched yellowjackets all day and the urge to make a shauna blog is real

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@usawfulfew hit the heart for a starter for billy!

California was a new world, it had felt like a pipe dream until it wasn't, he's still broke as shit but he's here, and he had a new band, and sure, they're still playing small venues and getting laughed out of record studio's, but he was here and the rest he would figure out. one thing he loves about the city of angels is the nightlife, Eddie loves to party and there are a handful of clubs he loves the most. The grimy kind that wouldn't look out of place in Chicago, the gay bars that hide in plain sight, especially the one with a certain cute blonde doorman, it's the second time this week he's been, he's already a little buzzed by the time he arrives at the club with his buddy james.

❛ hargrooove! ❜ he slurs, grinning at the man, eddie is dressed for the occasion, tight fitted black jeans, a body harness peaking out through a half open black and red button down, ❛ tell me you get off before close tonight, you still own me that drink, pretty boy.❜ the drink he's made Hargrove promise to have with him drunk off his ass a few weeks prior. ❛ shouldn't make promises ya can't keep, way to break a mans heart...❜ he adds grinning, a hand dramatically smacked against his chest, giggling like a maniac, and all james can do is rolls his eyes and laugh along with his idiot friend.

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they're alone in a cramped studio since they've only just started working together. it's the shitty kind of studio that she likes because ironically enough too much space makes her feel claustrophobic. they're supposed to be writing. they're supposed to be collaborating on something that's gonna blow people's fucking minds. real fucking rock and roll. but instead they're bickering like a bunch of toddlers because he can't keep his fucking mouth shut about shit he knows is gonna piss her off. natalie knows he pushes her buttons intentionally, and that he actually fucking enjoys it. too many times has he stopped her mid sentence to tell her she looks hot when she's mad before she storms off because fuck him. but this asshole has gone and done it now. it's a game to him. but she can't even look at eddie. her back is turned to him as he speaks. because she's that angry with him. he's spouting bullshit about how bikini kill is 'basically pop'. basically pop?! basically fucking pop?! she wanted to basically pop her foot into his ass.

it's the comment about courtney love that gets her attention back at him. immediately cocking her head to the side as she stares him down. her crystal blue orbs piercing into him, the look of rage on her features. sure, to normal people this might be considered an over fucking reaction, but to natalie? music was her life... it saved her. and now she's being expected to work with this total piece of shit who can't do anything except shit all over the music that she loves, the music that influences her own. if this is what he thinks of kathleen or courtney... what does he really think of her?

she doesn't need this. she doesn't need him or his bullshit. sure they wrote a few good songs together already and his manager and label were really pushing for more stuff. but she had been doing fine without him. so no, she wasn't interested in listening to him anymore. nat closed the distance between them, getting real close too. she's in his face as best she could considering the height difference.

"you got fuckin' nerve spitting all this bullshit for someone who has as much talent as my middle fuckin' finger. but hey man -- it's not my fault you don't get it. you don't get the music cause you're so self absorbed and uninspiring. because that's why i'm here right? because i make you feel something for once in your miserable fucking life and you're suddenly a poet again." theres a pause, only long enough for nat to start shaking her head again. "fuck you!" she spat, pushing past him so their shoulders bumped as she walked toward the exit. grabbing her coat and slamming the door on the way out.

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he was notoriously difficult to work with, he's gone through three bassists since the band started, he point-blank REFUSED when the studio first suggested they collaborate, they clashed from day one, the back and forth, fucking and fighting, but in spite of their differences, they did make incredible art together, when eddie stopped letting his EGO get in the way. he was so use to being the centre of attention, that sharing the spotlight with a talent he knew rivalled his own was CHALLENGING to say the least.

oh she was pissed, he had indeed angered the tiny bear. he gets sick kick out of it though, watching her get all up in his face, visible bothered, squaring up to him, he listens, smug, tongue running along his lips, hands slipped casually, UNBOTHERED into his pockets, letting her go off. ❛ you done? feel better now? ❜ he scoffs, right before the fuck off. ❛ we both know you're gonna have to come back, sweetheart . ❜ oh he was going to be in trouble for his, he can already hear janice SCREACHING at him in his mind, he lets he storm off, sighing, head tossed back and considers just leaving it, but not worth the wrath of his manager or the label when they have a deadline looming, FUCK SAKE, he mouths storming out after her, ❛ Nat -- c'mon, fuck sake, Nat -- ❜

she's made it all the way outside before he catches up to her, hand reaching out to grab her wrist to stop her. ❛ seriously? did you lose your humour today -- i wasn't bein' SERIOUS - look, i'm sorry -- ❜ its hardly sounds sincere, but he's a little heated too, the comment about his art being uninspiring cut a little deeper than he'd admit to, dropping her wrist, he pulls out a pre-rolled joint from behind his ear holding it up as a peace offering, ❛ how 'bout we smoke this, collect our big girl feelings and go back inside --❜ // @pvnkshooter

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