would’ve, could’ve, should’ve is one of those taylor songs that makes you want to scream at the sky in anguish and it tugs at your heart because it’s so relatable. not only to other people who were manipulated by older “lovers” but to anyone who has been in a situation where what happened to you was a tragedy, it was manipulative and disgusting and completely out of your control. because it leaves you angry and unresolved, you want the person who did it to you to pay but often times they get to wash their hands clean and you’re left to pick up the pieces of yourself and put yourself back together. it’s watching someone take something from you and walk away without consequences while you suffer in the aftermath. it’s like having a piece of yourself stolen and even though it wasn’t your fault you can’t help but blame yourself and “regret them” because you should’ve known better, or you shouldn’t have let them get to you. but it was never your fault, but you still have that grief for who you would’ve been and what you would’ve done had they not taken something from you.
when ethel cain said if god is real he’s a fucking bitch and when ethel cain said god loves you but not enough to save you and when ethel cain said jesus can always reject his father but he cannot escape his mother’s blood and when ethel cain said i’m not scared of god i’m scared he was gone all along and when ethel cain said we’ve been cursed from the start jesus didn’t want us and when ethel cain said jesus if you’re there why do I feel alone in this room with you
the insane thing about taylor's brilliance is if you saw these lyrics in plain text without any sound you would be left questioning how the fuck you could string them together musically but she just does it so effortlessly
““My gosh, Nick, why are you so wonderful to me?” He was supposed to say: /You deserve it. I love you./ But he said, “Because I feel sorry for you.” “Why?” “Because every morning you have to wake up and be you.””
— Gone Girl, by Gillian Flynn
midnight you come and pick me up no headlights…i want your midnights…pacing the rocks staring out at the midnight sea…from the dress i wore at midnight…meet me at midnight…
"are you okay" girl i am on ao3 looking for fanfiction from my comfort ship when i was 12 what do you think
joseph quinn being scared he wouldn't play eddie right and then proceeding to slay the role, become the white boy of the year (TM), travelling the world, doing more press for stranger things than the whole main cast combined, making nerds and metalheads everywhere PROUD, getting a JACK BLACK shout-out, being constantly hyped by fucking METALLICA and then JAMMING WITH THEM AND HAVING THEM SIGN A GUITAR while remaining a super chill dude
I am going to CRY
If Disney fucks up Daredevil, Charlie Cox is legally allowed to commit aggravated assault with a deadly weapon against whomever is responsible for it.
“what if will gets vecna’d” “what if joyce gets vecna’d” bro what if everyone gets vecna’d and they’re all up in the sky like this
Btw if I say things like “by god” or “good lord” in posts please be aware I don’t mean it in a catholic way I mean it in a 1950s scientist reacting in horror after they create an evil creature in the lab set in the distant future year of 2005
pretty shitty how baseline human activities like singing, dancing and making art got turned into skills instead of being seen as behaviors
so now it’s like ‘the point of doing them is to get good at them’ and not ‘this is a thing humans do, the way birds sing and bees make hives’.
I know I’ve posted this before, but it bears repeating.
This is a thing humans do; you don’t have to be good at it to enjoy it.
Bat Outta Hell
Requested by: Anonymous
"Can I request an eddie imagine where yn is already previously in the upside down (and has been for a while) and when the group gets there they're like 'damn this girl can fightt' bc she had to stay alive and like eddie falls for her"
Warnings: swearing, fluffffff <3
Notes: As if this is my first Eddie fic omg. Also definitely some steve x reader if you squint.... even some Robin x reader if you realllyyyyy look. Basically everyone thinks *yn* is a badass, which is understandable.
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Eddie Munson was metal.
He was the leader of the Hellfire Club, he played in a hardcore band, he had some sweet tatties. Yeah, he thought he was pretty darn metal if he said so himself.
That was until he watched two ladies jump headfirst into a freezing lake after Steve "the hair" Harrington without hesitation. Until he found himself surrounded by what he could only describe as bat-like creatures that seemed hellbent on eating the four teenagers alive.
"God damn it shit." He shrieked as he swung the oar clumsily at one of the creatures, the wood snapping clean in half as it made contact.
"Come on you son of a bitch!" He shouted as he held the broken oar up, his eyes glued to the sky as the bats continued to circle.
"Eddie watch out!"
Eddie turned just in time to see a flap of wings and sharp teeth gnashing and all he could do was squeeze his eyes shut as he prepared for the inevitable pain he was about to endure.
But it never came. Instead, an anguished squeal reached his ears followed by a slick thud as something hit the ground in front of him. He peaked an eye open to see the creature that was about to cause his demise lying dead at his feet, an arrow protruding from its chest.
Eddie stumbled back, his eyes wide as he watched arrows sail through the air, the red lightning illuminating them as they each found their targets with deadly precision.
Eddie's eyes darted from the sky in time to see another bat aiming for Steve, who was completely defenceless as he tried to get up onto his feet.
"Duck!" An unfamiliar voice called out.
Steve ducked instantly, just in time as an arrow wizzed over his head and lodged into the left wing of the bat, pinning it to the ground.
Eddie whirled around in time to see a figure run past him towards Steve. A baseball bat rose up into the air, metal encased fingers glinted back at him as they brought the bat down with full force. A squelching noise intermingled with the whining of the creature rung out.
Then, silence.
"Steve! Are you ok?" Nancy was at Steve's side in a second as the stranger extended a hand to help him up. Steve barely even registered Nancy's voice as he stared up at his saviour, his eyes wide as her soft hand enveloped his and tugged him up.
"Jesus H Christ!" Eddie shrieked, his chest heaving as he threw down the broken oar, his eyes scanning the sky. The sound of a soft chuckle made Eddie turn around once more to see that the anonymous stranger had finally turned around to face him.
this headline should be “police kill innocent child in reckless firebombing”
The innocent boy’s name is Brett Rosenau. He was 15 years old, not 14 like some news outlets have reported. Here is a link to donate to his funeral expenses. His father, whom Brett is named after, was shot by police on December 31st, 2006. He was 24 years old and his son was months away from being born.
His mother Amanda Lopez has lost both her partner and son at the hands of police.
i need to stop picking at my face but the problem is theres Textures On There and i would prefer if there Werent
Absolutely Devastated to discover that attempting to Remove The Textures will cause new, much more Textured Textures To Appear
Bet On Me (one-shot)
Synopsis: There’s a few bets going around: Y/N bets everything on the fact that Eddie is innocent, Eddie still thinks that he's a coward, and the kids want to know when Eddie will finally ask Y/N out. And Steve… Steve is just over it.
This is sort of an AU! because I refuse the ending we got. ABSOLUTELY NOT!
Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Cheerleader!Reader
Genre: a lot of fluuuuufff, some angst
Warnings: SPOLIERS FOR SEASON 4!, a lot of pining, cursing, mentions of blood and injuries and death, Eddie feeling very low and guilty of himself (someone give my poor boy a hug). I can’t think of anything else, but please let me know if there is something I should add here.
Word count: 3773
DO NOT REPOST OR TRANSLATE MY WORKS ON OTHER PLATFORMS WITHOUT SPECIFIC WRITTEN PERMISSION!!!
The second the doorbell of Family Video rang at 12:34 PM during the Friday shift, Steve let out the most resigned sigh he could muster, because he knew who it was and what was gonna happen. The sound of the chains, of the stomping steps and the incessant tapping of palms against thighs in some indiscernible rhythm didn’t give Steve any other illusions history was going to repeat itself. All over again.
“Heyo, Stevo,” Eddie dragged out the name, plopping his elbows down on the till counter with a flourish. “So. Any new movies?”
But Steve was absolutely done this time.
“Stop.” He waved his hand in front of Eddie, not even deigning to answer the question. “Stop. Just stop this whole thing. You’re not here for the movies, you’re here because in just a couple more minutes, Y/N Y/L/N will walk through those doors to give back her previous week’s rentals, and it will give you your opportunity to just gawk at her, even though you actually want to ask her out. So just stop with this lame excuse, man up and ask that girl out on a damned fucking date already. You’ve been doing this for weeks, man, weeks. I know trauma brings people together and shit, and I cannot believe I’m saying this, but I do consider us friends, but even that has, limits because if I have to hear one more time any sort of groaning and moaning from you about Y/N, and still you’ve done nothing to change the situation, I will personally find a way to open the Upside Down back again and throw you through it, because God damn it, Munson, you will deserve it.”
This is gaining notes faster than I thought so either we all know the same annoying guy or this is just what y'all think romance is
i firmly believe that edward munson would like listening to skid row
but unfortunately he FUCKING DIED before they came out with their first album >:|