#Sally McCarthy
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mccarthy explanation anon american here - id say hes possibly a little more disliked than reagan cuz reagan ruined things like, structurally, so you need to understand economics and whatnot to grasp exactly how much he ruined things, and at that point you're probably already a little dead inside about those things.
but mccarthy went after very very very beloved public figures like musicians and movie stars, and with personal attacks, so you dont need much political knowledge to grasp "my classic hollywood crush was blacklisted for refusing to accuse his friends of communism." and there's not really any way to cast mccarthy in that except as the indisputable bad guy
like the personal nature of the mccarthy issue makes the anger more visceral and righteous and uncomplicated, whereas those of us who hate reagan are tired and bitter and have to argue specifics
hope that helps <3
Oh, I get it now. Thanks for explaining!
#ask sally#also the show heavily alluded to McCarthy being a homosexual as well#but the internet is showing me mixed answers
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New upcoming film: L'home dels nassos
@asongofstarkandtargaryen
Director Abigail Schaaff's first fiction film, "L'home dels nassos", a combination of mythology and historical memory, began shooting at the beginning of February and will continue through the first days of March. Before "L'home dels nassos", Abigail Schaaff has directed various series, such as "Ventdelplà", "La última", "El ministerio del tiempo" and "Madres. Amor y vida".
The film is a period drama that combines adventure and fantasy, and through this mythological being, a man visible only on December 31 and who has as many noses as days of the year.
Set in 1968, the film tells the story of three children, in a mountain village, who try to escape from the "home dels nassos" (the man of the noses), a mythological being, visible only on the last day of the year, who captures lying children, has informed the distributor Trafalgar.
The feature film connects the 1930s and the 1960s and reflects the lies and silence imposed for decades, starring Pablo Derqui (Isabel, Los ojos de Julia, Si no t'hagués conegut, La Catedral del mar, La dona del segle) and Ivan Benet (Cerca de tu casa, Nit i dia, Teatre Lliure: l'ànec saltvage, Moebius).
The cast also includes Mercè Llorens (Mesrine: Parte 1. Instinto de muerte, El Comisario, Hospital Central, La niña de la comunión), Pep Munné (Caza al asesino, Visions d'un estrany, Lifting de corazón, Periodistas, Smiley), Maria Molins (El bosque, A la deriva, Hijo de Caín, Entrevías), Jeannine Mestre (Goya, Tornarem, Savannah Bay, Vértigo en Manhattan), Jorge Motos (Lucas, La Caza. Monteperdido, Tú no eres yo, Con mis ojos, Feria: la luz más oscura), Berner Maynes (Después también, Svetlana: Moderna del Raval), Malcolm McCarthy (Nieva en Benidorm, Cuba libre, Amar es para siempre, Foodie love), Salli Diallo, Miranda Munné and Lluc Miravete.
Filming is taking place in different locations in Catalonia, such as Mura, the hermitage of Sant Julià d'Uixols in Castellterçol, the Collsuspina cave, the forest and the Romanesque bridge of Gualba and Can Plantada, in La Ametlla del Valles.
The film is a co-production of Aguacate & Calabaza Films, L'home dels nassos AIE, Inaudita and the French production company Halley Production, and in turn, has the support of Televisió de Catalunya, ICEC, ICAA and CREA SGR.
#l'home dels nassos#upcoming films#abigail schaaff#pablo derqui#ivan benet#mercè llorens#pep munné#maria molins#jeannine mestre#jorge motos#berner maynes#malcolm mccarthy#salli diallo#miranda munné#lluc miravete
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First Look At The Bastard Son & The Devil Himself
First Look At The Bastard Son & The Devil Himself
#halfbad #thebastardson @netflix #jaylycurgo
Netflix have revealed a first look and release date for The Bastard Son & The Devil Himself.
The edgy new Young Adult drama will be released next month in time for Halloween. The series is based on the Half Bad trilogy of books written by Sally Green. The series stars Jay Lycurgo (Titans, The Batman, I May Destroy You), Nadia Parkes (Domina, Starstruck).
We find Sixteen-year-old Nathan (Jay…
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#2022#colm mccarthy#Half Bad#he Bastard Son & The Devil Himself#Jay Lycurgo#Nadia Parkes#Sally Green
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A Sussex MP raised Climate Change and Biodiversity
Last Wednesday Sally-Ann Hart the Conservative MP for Hastings and Rye opened a debate in Westminster Hall. The title of the event was Climate Change and Biodiversity and sadly even though this was published in the previous week no other Sussex MPs participated in that debate. However thankfully there were several MPs who did take part in the session which included another 7 Conservative MPs and…
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𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗚𝗶𝘁𝗺𝗼 𝗟𝗶𝘀𝘁: 𝗧𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗪𝗵𝗼 𝗕𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗨𝗻𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗔𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗮
Where They Go One They Go All
1. Hillary Clinton
2. Bill Clinton
3. Nancy Pelosi
4. John Podesta
5. John Brennan
6. James Comey
7. Maxine Waters
8. Adam Schiff
9. Hunter Biden
10. George W. Bush
11. Dr. Anthony Fauci
12. Huma Abedin
13. Bill Gates
14. Anthony Wiener
15. George Soros
16. Lindsey Graham
17. Mitch McConnell
18. Kevin McCarthy
19. Chuck Schumer
20. Kamala Harris
21. Robert Mueller
22. Mike Pence
23. Joe Biden
24. James Clapper
24. Lloyd Austin
25. Dick Cheney
26. John Kerry
27. Alexander Soros
28. Loretta Lynch
29. Andrew McCabe
30. Peter Strzok
31. Lisa Page
32. James Baker
33. Eric Holder
34. Tony Podesta
35. Susan Rice
36. Harry Reid
37. Paul Ryan
38. Debbie Wasserman Schultz
39. Sally Yates
40. Mitt Romney
41. Jerry Nadler
42. Klaus Schwab
43. Michelle Obama
44. Sally Yates
45. Andrew Cuomo
46. Herbert Raymond McMaster
47. Deborah Birx
48. Mark Zuckerberg
49. Nikki Haley
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Impossible to Hate You ~ Part 3
Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader
Summary: For some reason, when Eddie's around you, he doesn't feel like a piece of shit- he's really starting to like that about you. Your feelings for Eddie are growing past 'friendship' feelings, but you sure as hell aren't telling Eddie that. Robin is perceptive as hell.
Word Count: 4.9k
Tags for Entire Fic (from AO3): Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Inspired by When Harry Met Sally (1989), Slow Burn, Romantic Fluff, Good Friend Robin Buckley, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Eddie Munson Lives, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, no one dies, Reader-Insert, Eventual Smut
Part 1 | Part 2
Part 3
Spring, 1983
“How on earth are you failing shop?”
Your voice landed in the thick quiet of Eddie’s van halfway between a question and a laugh, and Eddie could feel a blush creeping up his neck as he tried to laugh it off.
“Eh, I failed a project way back where I was supposed to make this birdhouse or something and I never turned it in…”
He didn’t miss the concern in your voice when you replied, “And you never thought to just ask for an extension? Did you at least start it?”
Eddie’s silence spoke volumes.
“Eddie!” you shoved him lightly on the shoulder, and he winced. Not from pain, you’d barely shoved at all- he winced out of embarrassment.
You were smart. He didn’t need to look at your report card to know someone like you had never failed a class as simple as shop before. By all means, it should have been an easy A; Mr. McCarthy didn’t grade based on skill, his projects were easy to ace as long as you followed the rubric. The hard part was that Eddie was a serial procrastinator, especially when it came to projects. He’d kept telling himself that he would start the project later, start it tomorrow, start it this weekend, etc. Now here he was, a month after it was due, and a month before the school year ended- still no project, and no amount of minor assignments would help him to regain a passing grade in that class.
“It’s no big deal, they can’t make me repeat the year just because I failed an elective class. I’ll just take another elective credit next year instead of a study hall-”
“Eddie!”
The tone of your voice surprised him, firm and all-business, almost like a reprimand. He glanced at you sheepishly. “What?”
He wasn’t sure why he’d expected you to be angry with him. Perhaps Eddie had grown so used to getting lectured by those that mattered to him that the idea of you doing the same wasn’t that much of a stretch. But when Eddie saw your expression, it wasn’t one of anger, but confusion.
“Do you hear yourself?” You asked. Your voice was firm, leaving no room for any argument. “It’s like you’ve already given up and you still have a whole month before junior year ends.”
Eddie shook his head. “The project was due in March, there’s no way McCarthy would let me turn it in this late-”
“Have you asked?”
Another silence, equally telling as the last.
You turned your attention to the street ahead, arms crossed over your chest and a satisfied look on your face. “Well, you’re going to ask him Monday if he’d accept your birdhouse late.”
Eddie barked out a laugh. “Oh that’s what I’m gonna do, huh?”
You nodded, smiling smugly. “Mm-hm!”
“And then I’m going to build a birdhouse?”
“You are, and I’m going to help you.”
That, Eddie hadn’t expected. “You’re gonna… what?”
You smiled at him, pulling your backpack up into your lap and hugging it to your middle. Eddie remembered you doing that last week too; he wondered if that was something you did subconsciously, always needing something to hug against yourself to feel comfort in some way. “I’m going to help you. My dad has some tools and scrap wood in the shed out behind our house, so we can go there if you want. Either way, I am not letting you fail shop class unless you did every possible thing you could have to pass.”
Eddie didn’t know what to say. His friends were always happy to help him with homework, even let him copy off of them from time to time- but this? He felt a bit overwhelmed at your eagerness, borderline pushiness, to help him.
“You really don’t need to go through the trouble-”
You gave him a stern look that sent his eyes straight back to the road ahead. “Munson, if you try to get out of building a damn birdhouse I swear I’m changing the radio station to whatever popular girly crap is playing right now.”
Eddie shut his mouth, button eyes blown wide. “Understood, yes ma’am.”
He pretended that the thumping of his overzealous heart was just the heavy bass from the radio.
***
To Eddie’s surprise- and your satisfaction- Mr. McCarthy agreed to grant Eddie an extension. If he was able to present a finished birdhouse by the end of the school year, Eddie could receive credit for it with an automatic ten point deduction for being tardy. You thought ten points was generous of him, and while Eddie secretly agreed, he wasn’t about to criticize the hand that fed him.
So, per your request (which Eddie could tell was non-negotiable, so not much of a request, really) Eddie stayed with you after school while you tutored some freshman in preparation for their English Lit final and drove you back to your house when you were done. This time, however, he went inside with you to begin construction on the birdhouse that would (hopefully) save his grade.
Your dad had been more than happy to help Eddie with figuring out how big to cut each of the wood pieces, teaching him to measure twice, cut once, blah blah blah. All of that adorable fatherly stuff. It was very cute for you to watch- your dad, who had initially been less smiley, a bit more taciturn than usual because his daughter was bringing a boy by the house to work on a project and he’d been intent on snuffing out any ill-intentions towards you, instantly falling back into his everyday, effortlessly smiley exterior the moment Eddie told him that his woodworking hobby was “actually really cool”.
Something about Eddie seemed to do that to people- he melted away the person you projected, leaving behind the person you were at your core. You could see it so clearly on your dad’s face as the two of them sketched out lines on a piece of scrap wood. Eddie marked one piece with a little cartoonish-looking skull, and when your dad saw it he asked Eddie if he likes to draw- and then the conversation simply flowed from there easily. You couldn’t wipe the sappy smile from your face.
Your dad stayed to advise until he could tell that Eddie had a good grasp on how to use the tools at his disposal, and jokingly made sure Eddie knew you were the one in charge whenever the two of you were left to your own devices. Eddie had responded with a mockingly serious salute, which only made your dad smile wider.
“He likes you.” you’d said once you were sure your dad was out of earshot.
Eddie huffed out an embarrassed chuckle, eyes staying focused on his work while the corner of his mouth quirked up in a sardonic smile. “Yeah, well, he probably just hasn’t heard much about me then.”
You studied him, half amused and half pained that he was once again refusing to take a compliment of his character. Turning your attention to the tiny wooden dowel you intended to turn into a perch for the birdhouse, you continued. “Oh he’s heard about you. Just, everything he’s heard, he heard from me. So no, no bad things.”
That got Eddie’s attention. “Really?” he asked incredulously, looking at you with one eyebrow raised. “No bad things? Not a single one?”
“Nope, no bad things. He’s heard annoying things, though. Infuriating things. I told him to warn the HOA about you.”
“Oh, did you now?”
“Scouts’ honor, we have a certain standard to uphold around here, you know.”
Twin smiles played on your lips, evidence for the joy it brought both of you to be around each other. You both worked wordlessly, letting the sounds of sandpaper and sharp tools on wood fill the pleasantly warm air in the shed.
“What about you?”
His vague question earned a glance from your direction. “What about me?” you asked.
“Well, if I’m so infuriating and annoying, why do you care so much about whether or not I pass this class?” Eddie’s sentence trailed off into a breathy, nearly imperceptible tremor that told you he cared about your answer.
“You might be infuriating and annoying,” you said, matter-of-fact, “but you’re smart. Way too smart to fail shop because of something as stupid as a missing grade.”
Eddie was quick to brush off your compliment. “You know some might say that missing a due date is something only a stupid person would do,” he looked up at you with a shit-eating grin plastered across his face. “so I would argue that that alone makes me-”
“Eddie, stop.”
His lips clamped shut.
You placed the wooden pieces in your hands down on the floor before walking up to him and stopping about a foot from where he sat. Your eyebrows were drawn together menacingly, your arms were crossed over your chest, and your tone reminded Eddie of what it must be like to be in trouble with Mom.
“Look Munson,” you began sharply, “You are a very intelligent person. I am not saying that to flatter you because I couldn’t care less about giving you empty compliments or not. I’m just stating a fact: you are smart.”
His gaze was trained on the floor, unsure what to do with himself. Brown eyes flicked up to yours through his dark chocolate curls and back down again.
“And I don’t know who made you think you’re so much of a lost cause that you give up before asking for help, but I’ve never been one to watch smart people let themselves down and be okay with it.” You held out your hand palm facing upwards between your chests. “So hand me the wood glue so I can give the lucky birds who get to live in this fancy joint a little perch to stand on.”
He did what you asked, quiet and hiding behind the curtain of his mane. It wasn’t until you were back in your seat that he finally spoke up.
“You know-”
You looked up at him, a soft smile teasing the corner of your lips, and you had to take a deep breath to calm yourself as you processed the fondness that shone in his eyes.
“-you’re a little scary when you’re angry.”
You snorted. “Good. Maybe I can scare you into fulfilling your potential.”
Eddie wasn’t sure what that potential was, exactly. His life was doomed from the start to complete its natural cycle within the same hundred square miles, so he figured his potential was to… work at the power plant with Wayne? Be a bartender at The Hideout? Drink himself to death when his life got too depressing to deal with anymore?
Okay, maybe that last one was a little too dark. But realistically, he knew that would probably cross his mind after enough time spent in this hell-hole of a town.
Now there was a smart girl telling him he was capable of more than that, and his first instinct was to wonder if Wayne had put you up to giving him a pep talk or something… but that was way too sneaky for Wayne, so there was no way he’d asked you, which meant that you, a smart girl, truly believed that he- Eddie Munson- was a smart guy.
Huh.
Well how about that.
***
True to his word, Mr. McCarthy accepted Eddie’s birdhouse when he brought it to class that Friday. He chuckled when he saw the little horned devil symbol painted in the corner on the back. He peered questioningly at Eddie when he caught sight of the pentagram that had been drawn on the floor of the inside, to which Eddie had replied, “In case they want to perform any ritualistic sacrifices in there.”
When he’d handed Eddie his graded rubric, there were minimal notes written in red, but when Eddie looked at the little blank labeled ‘total’, nothing else mattered.
90/100
Which meant that without the ten point deduction, Eddie would have made a 100%. His work- sans tardiness- was worth a 100%. Eddie was baffled, stunned- he couldn’t remember the last time his work had been deemed worthy of a ‘100’ circled in red pen at the top of his paper since elementary school.
“I got a 90%!”
He was practically giddy when he told you. Shop was his last class of the day, after which he had run straight to your locker to show you the rubric. You were excited for him, of course, but you hadn’t been surprised in the slightest.
“And that brings your average in the class up to…?” You asked with a knowing smile.
Eddie clutched the precious page to his chest, swooning as he threw his back against the locker beside yours. “72.” He sighed, content and over the moon. “You’re a miracle worker, you know that? You took this sad, pathetic, stupid little boy-” He splayed a dramatic hand over his heart. “-and you wanna know what you did?”
You smiled wryly, closing your locker door. “Uh huh?”
His face contorted in the most joyful way possible- a smile showing every tooth, crinkling the corners of his eyes, brow scrunching from the passion with which he gripped that flimsy piece of paper and shook it in your face.
“You got him a fucking A, you genius!”
You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head as the two of you walked through the halls to the theater department for Hellfire. “You did all the work! You got yourself that A.”
“Ah-ah-ah,” Eddie wagged his pointer finger back and forth. “No, that’s not what I said, I said it was a fucking A.”
You looked at him, confusion evident in your eyes. “Yes, that’s what I said, you got yourself that A! I barely did a thing.”
He was quiet, grinning ear to ear as he narrowed his eyes on you. “Oh… oh you sweet, sweet thing…”
Whoa now, that gave you butterflies.
You casually turned your eyes in the opposite direction of where Eddie walked by your side, hoping he couldn’t sense your reaction. “What?”
Eddie chuckled, positioning himself directly in your line of sight. “Don’t hide from me, come on-” You looked up begrudgingly, taking in his amused expression. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say fuck.”
“What? That’s ridiculous, I’ve said it.”
“Not in front of me!”
“Yeah, okay, I don’t say it often.” you shrugged, eyes darting literally anywhere but his face- again. “So what? There are so many other better words I could use-”
“But can you say it?”
At that, your eyes met his, and you made sure to sprinkle a little venom into that eye contact. “Of course I can say it, I’m just choosing not to.”
Eddie was undeterred. “Then choose to say it just this once, I want to know what the word ‘fuck’ sounds like in your sweet little innocent voice.” His puppy dog eyes glistened as he pouted.
You glared, smacking your hand against a door that threatened to close before you could pass through it, and angrily shoving it aside. “I am not innocent or little, thank you very much.”
“Awwww, come on, Ace, just one little f-bomb?”
“No.”
“Not even for me?”
“No!”
“Uuugghhhh,” Eddie sighed, throwing up his hands exasperatedly as the two of you approached the twin set of doors that led to the auditorium. “Fine.” He hopped ahead of you, opening one of the doors for you. “After you.”
You should have seen it coming, but you still yelped when Eddie jabbed his fingers into a tickle spot in the curve of your waist as you walked past him.
“FUCK! Eddie!” you practically squealed.
You shook your head in disbelief as he skipped down the narrow aisle of seats toward the stage, throwing a fist victoriously up in the air.
“Hahaaa, there it is!” He cackled.
You may have acted annoyed with him, but nothing could deny the brightness in your smile seeing him overtaken with so much joy. That joy translated so easily into his storytelling during D&D that when you had finished your work on the set for the play- which was only two weeks away now- you didn’t even pretend to be busy with anything else this time. You grabbed a wooden stool from backstage, tugged it close enough to the table to see the story playing out before you, and simply watched Eddie do one of the things in his life that truly made him come alive.
What you didn’t realize was that there was now another thing that seemed to bring out the best parts of him the same way that D&D did, the same way that music did, the same way that curling up and rereading The Hobbit did. And when Eddie heard the drag of your wooden stool across the black surface of the floor, glanced over his shoulder and saw your eager, shining eyes glowing brightly at him, drinking in every word that left his lips- that was when he realized it.
He realized that you were quickly becoming one of the things that made him love waking up in the morning.
***
Eddie had, admittedly, never been to a play before. He’d been in a play, but that was back in the fifth grade, and it was more of a Christmas pageant than an actual play. He had played one of the three wise men, and all he could remember from it was his teacher chewing him out for his improvised line- “Myrrh-y Christmas, Jesus”- when he’d placed his prop-gift into baby Jesus’ manger. That had been the prompt end of his acting career.
Now, as he tried his best to look nonchalant with his hands in his pockets, he couldn’t help but feel particularly out of place while his eyes frantically searched for a place to sit in the auditorium that would give him the perfect balance of empty seats and proximity to people he knew wouldn’t recognize him. The last thing he needed was another reason for his usual bullies to mess with him.
“Munson! Hey, Eddie! Over here!”
Eddie’s attention flicked over to a seat toward the back, occupied by none other than Robin Buckley, who was absolutely ruining his efforts to act cool. He rushed to where she sat while trying his best to wordlessly communicate SHUT. UP. with only his eyes. Oblivious to Eddie’s plea, Robin patted the empty seat beside her.
“I didn’t know you would be here!” her voice was loud- that was something he already knew- but it still rang uncomfortably in his ears.
“I’m right here, Buckley, no need to yell.” Eddie hissed, crouching in his seat as if he could make himself smaller just by trying. “Yeah, well I didn’t exactly have other plans, and I knew this was going on and…yeah.”
Robin watched Eddie stumble through his poor attempt at nonchalance, a knowing grin taking up residence on her mouth. When he clumsily arrived at the end of his sentence, she simply kept smiling at him, which unnerved him greatly. He averted his eyes, leaning back in his chair and throwing an arm over the rest an elbow atop its back. “What?” he scoffed, once again trying to appear indifferent- it didn’t work well, at which Robin snorted.
She shook her head, chuckling silently. “She’s going to be so happy you showed up.”
Well if that didn’t make his chest feel as though it was about to inflate and fly away, nothing did.
Regardless, Eddie still acted cool- or tried to, at least. “I don’t know who you’re talking about.” but the red crawling up his neck and the sappy grin that he just couldn’t fend off gave him away. Robin groaned, pretending to be fed up even though she actually thought the way he reacted when you were simply mentioned was the cutest thing she’d ever seen in her life. Even though she knew he didn’t need reminding, she still said your name just to see if his blush would grow even deeper when he heard it. She was rewarded.
Eddie nodded in recognition, sticking to his bit. “Oh yeah, I forgot she was helping out with this thing. That’s uh… that’s cool-”
“Oh shove it, Munson, quit playing the indifferent cool guy.” she shoved a finger in his face. “You like her.”
He scoffed- again- and rolled his eyes a little too hard. “Lay off it, Buckley, we’re just friends.”
Robin raised an eyebrow, obviously not buying it. “Really? That’s it?”
Eddie remained neutral in his tone, shrugging as if the whole situation were just that cut-and-dry. “Yup. That’s it.”
She looked at him for a long time- a long time, with a gaze so intense it made Eddie a bit uncomfortable. It felt like letting go of a breath he’d been holding when Eddie finally heard Robin’s “If you say so.”
Eddie nodded. “I do say so.”
Judging by Robin’s facial expression, she still didn’t buy it, but she seemed willing to drop the topic. “Okay then.”
“Okay.” Eddie mumbled, just in time for the lights on the stage to go down.
It only took about ten minutes of the play to go by for Eddie to start wondering if seeing you at the end of the production was going to be worth sitting here for an hour and a half. However, when the curtain had finally closed and he saw the look on your face upon seeing him standing there with Robin at the end of the arts hallway- that long hour and a half melted away.
You were dressed all in black just like a few other crew members that Eddie saw scuttling about, carrying certain props and costume pieces. Pulling away from a hug that you’d bestowed upon Robin immediately after seeing her, your eyes focused on him and he couldn’t help but smile at you.
“Eddie Munson, did you actually sit through an entire theater production of your own free will?” you asked through a toothy smile.
Hands in his pockets, Eddie shrugged and hid his smirk behind long stray curls. “Yeah, maybe.”
He was quiet. You were quiet. You were both just… smiling at each other. Like idiots. Robin shook her head in disbelief.
“You’re both idiots.” she mumbled, dumbfounded.
You blinked. “What?”
“I said ‘Let’s go get burgers!’ I’m starving.” Robin began walking with you down the hall toward the exit. “Coming, Munson?”
You looked at him, wide-eyed. He struggled to read your expression- were you expecting Buckley to invite him? Were you hoping he would say yes? Say no? Eddie stuttered, clearing his throat.
“I mean, if you want me to-”
You nodded, a little too quickly. “Yeah! I mean, if you want to-”
“I don’t want to impose-”
“Don’t feel like you have to-”
“Oh my god!” Robin stomped over to Eddie, grabbing him by his upper arm and dragging you in the same spot with her upper hand. “You both want burgers! Let’s go get burgers!” Eddie had to suppress a chuckle upon hearing Robin’s muttered ‘God, you two are fucking children’ under her breath. Your gazes connected behind Robin’s head, both of your faces sporting a small, crinkled grin- shy and sharing.
Thank god for Robin.
Eddie was happy to throw Robin’s bike in the back of his van; happy to drive the two of you to the diner downtown in lieu of meeting you there. Happy- and relieved- to discover that even though he had only ever spent time with you alone or with his friends, he was able to fall into comfortable conversation with you and your friend the same way that you had nestled your way into his friends’ routine so easily. It had been ages since one of the Hellfire members had glanced your way during a session, nervous to throw themselves into the game while an outsider was in the room waiting to judge them. They learned- Eddie learned- pretty quickly that you would never judge them. Pretty soon, you weren’t an outsider- you were just a part of their Friday plans.
Eddie’s mind began to wonder, as he drove the two of you down the main road, now that the play was over, and you had no reason to keep showing up to Hellfire, what excuse would Eddie have to see you? Summer was fast approaching, so you wouldn’t be seeing each other at school each day either. Suddenly, Eddie wasn’t just wondering, he was worrying. Without an excuse to see you, would this burgeoning little friendship just…fall? Just stop?
“Hey, Eddie? You awake over there?” you snapped your fingers by Eddie’s ear, and he flinched away slightly as a nervous laugh bubbled up his throat.
“Sorry,” Eddie said, his voice light. “Just got lost in thought I guess.”
If the two of you were alone, you would have asked him what he was thinking about. However, Robin was here- it was a strange sort of limbo you felt you were in, your childhood best friend and your newly-discovered… friend. Crush. Maybe-crush? The way you felt about Eddie was becoming increasingly difficult for you to pinpoint. You knew you loved being around him. You knew that your heart had done a complete backflip when you’d seen him waiting with Robin after the play. Eddie Munson did not attend school functions. When you’d seen him at the winter formal years ago, you hadn’t even seen him inside- as far as you’d known, he hadn’t gone with a date… maybe he’d gone with friends? Or he was someone’s ride? Either way, the fact that he would go to a play simply because you were involved in it was certainly enough to give you heart palpitations.
When the three of you arrived at the diner, the energy was a little odd between the three of you. Robin watched as you and Eddie had gone from comfortably chatty to eerily quiet. It seemed that you both were caught up in your own spiraling thoughts, and the awkwardness that it was causing was going to make Robin scream if it didn’t stop soon.
“So Eddie,” Robin said as you all sat down in one of the plasticky blue booths in the diner, “what are your summer plans?”
It seemed to take a second for Eddie to register what Robin was asking; he tilted his head to the side, taking a second to consider. “Haven’t thought about it…honestly, I figured I might be busy with summer school or something if I wasn’t passing all my classes-”
“-Which, you are.” you interrupted, a soft, proud smile on your lips.
Eddie laughed, and Robin couldn’t help but notice that his biggest smiles always happened when he was looking at you.
“Yeah, thanks to you.” Eddie replied, quickly turning to the waitress as she walked up to your table, closing the window of time you had to deny the credit he was hell-bent on giving you. The three of you each ordered a burger and a milkshake before Robin took it upon herself to carry on the conversation.
“Think you’ll get a summer job?” she asked Eddie with a nefarious grin. “You could work at Scoops with us, you get a pretty sweet outfit out of the gig.”
Eddie barked out a laugh, “Hah! I’ll pass on the shorts, thanks.”
You cursed your brain for conjuring up the image of Eddie in shorts, then proceeded to burn that image in your brain.
“You bring up a good point, though,” he mused, “Wayne and I could use the money. I pick up odd jobs around the neighborhood, but most of the old farts around the park just throw me whatever they find between their couch cushions.”
The waitress set your shake in front of you, which you eagerly grabbed and took a sip. “I can keep an eye out for places that are hiring, if you want.” You smiled at Eddie, bright red straw lightly resting against your lips.
“Yeah?” he asked hopefully, “Just don’t go asking at any places where I’ll have to wear some stupid outfit.”
“Hey!” you narrowed your eyes on him, a teasing glint in your gaze. “I happen to think I look cute in that stupid outfit.”
Eddie had no doubt that you did, but he wasn’t about to tell you that. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, Mr. Smee.”
Robin snorted, shaking her head at the two of you. She was astounded at your combined talents for ignoring the undeniable chemistry that the two of you had whenever you shared each others’ spaces. She saw it all- the way he seemed so completely unaffected by everything except for you. The way that whenever he was around, you couldn’t peel your eyes away from him. The way that you both refused to admit that your friendship had an expiration date- you both wanted to be more than friends, and that much was clear as day to Robin. It was only a matter of time before one of you cracked. A ticking time bomb.
Robin resolved to confront you about it at some point. Not tonight; tonight, she was content to watch the two of you idiots tripping over yourselves while you pretended not to be absolutely besotted with each other- it was free entertainment. But she’d ask you about it soon.
For now, she settled for laughing at the way you pretended to be mad at Eddie as he spent the whole meal trying to sneak fries from your plate.
Part 4
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson fanfic#eddie stranger things#stranger things#eddie munson x you#stranger things fic#impossible to hate you#rip-quizilla#when harry met sally
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Now that you’ve mentioned Normal People, what did you think about it? I feel this story is quite polarizing.
I preferentially read, for lack of a better term, literary fiction and voicey writers. I quite like Sally Rooney's prose, I quite like the no quotation marks thing (Cormac McCarthy my beloved), I quite like a spare, direct narrative (I like a lot of different styles of diction). I have read no analysis or chatter about Normal People, but it seems quite plainly to me about lovers who are compatible in the ways we tend to think matter most in youth—sexually, intellectually—and how their communication and therefore their affair is fundamentally fractured because of their various standpoints. She's rich, he's working class, he's safe and securely attached at home, she's abused, he has social capital in high school but not at university, she's the other way around, and so on. The way he conflates privacy with intimacy, the way she conflates sexual utility with personal value, these are the filters through which they cannot (and never do) communicate. In a therapized age it's so easy to want people to just say how they feel, but that's not how my life has worked and it's not how life works a lot of the time even for the properly counseled and medicated and trauma-processed among us. I wasn't a fan of the abuse-to-BDSM pipeline as depicted in the novel, but that's really not my space and people in the kink community have critiqued it better than I could. I also found the TV adaptation baffling. Connell never shakes his ambivalence toward Marianne in the book. She never learns to tell him directly what she wants (what she wants will always be what he wants, all the better if it hurts her). They grow, but it's not enough. That closing sentiment, "They’ve done a lot of good for each other. Really, she thinks, really. People can really change one another," is ambivalent! It's ironic! He's waiting for her to tell him to stay but she's telling him to go, she's telling him to go when she would like him to stay. In the TV show it's like. WTF is going on in this scene. Why are we weeping at each other on the floor in the golden dawn of our self-actualization. In the book he's hung over and maybe there's something sexual going on between him and another woman or maybe Marianne's paranoid, we can't tell and neither can they, it's weird and sad and not in a romantic way. Anyway, I own a copy of the book, and I go back to it from time to time to feel sad feelings in my chest and for these revelatory little sentences that make me want to write. But I get why people hate it lol.
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Oscars 2024 will include Christoph Waltz!
Rounding out the list of presenters are Ariana Grande, Issa Rae, Anya Taylor-Joy, Oscar nominees Emily Blunt (“Oppenheimer”), Cynthia Erivo (“Harriet”), America Ferrera, Ryan Gosling (“Barbie”), Melissa McCarthy (“Bridesmaids”), Oscar winners Sally Field (“Norma Rae” and “Places of the Heart”), Ben Kingsley (“Gandhi”), Steven Spielberg (“Schindler’s List” and “Saving Private Ryan”), Mary Steenburgen (“Melvin and Howard”), Tim Robbins (“Mystic River”), Charlize Theron (“Monster”), Christoph Waltz (“Inglourious Basterds” and “Django Unchained”) and Forest Whitaker (“The Last King of Scotland”).
I'm ready to see this gorgeous man!
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CATWEAZLE (1970)
Catweazle was a popular British children’s TV series of the early 1970s. He’s an 11th century bumbling wizard who, when pursued by soldiers through a wood, says a spell as he jumps into a pond. When he emerges, he believes he’s made the soldiers and the wood disappear; in fact he has jumped 900 years into the future. He arrives on a farm in rural England in the year 1969 and befriends a farmer's son, a ginger teenager named Edward Bennet, nicknamed Carrot, who spends most of the rest of the series attempting to hide the wizard from his father and the farmhand Sam. Catweazle searches for a way to return to his own time while hiding in a disused water tower. Whenever he is spotted, he uses his magic amulet to hypnotise people into forgetting that they saw him. He also has a toad called Touchwood (who’s featured in the screenshots above).
There was a second series shown in 1971 in which Catweazle has moved to a stately home, where he befriends the son of the unhinged gentry family living there. Frankly, series one is much better and more fondly remembered (especially by me—I loved this show as a boy!). A third series was planned but never came to fruition.
These screenshots are taken from Series 1, Episode 12—The Wisdom of Solomon. A housekeeper called Mrs Skinner has moved into the farm along with her obnoxious son Arthur. He and Carrot do not get along. This is the only episode to feature school uniforms, so it’s good to see one of the characters is wearing grey short trousers. Carrot is supposed to be around 14, so I think Arthur is meant to be younger, say 12/13. It’s a contemporary production, so the uniforms (complete with school caps!) are authentic for the period, and boys didn’t generally continue wearing shorts to school much past 12 (in state schools anyway—although I stand to be corrected). Did you spot that Arthur’s shorts are fully lined?
In reality, Robin Davies who played Carrot was 15 at the time of filming. Feddy Foote, meanwhile, who played Arthur, was actually older than him at 16 years old. Both boys would still have been at school when the episode was shot, so I wonder how young Freddy reacted when he first saw his costume—or what the other boys at his school thought when it was transmitted?
Catweazle was played by Geoffrey Bayldon, who enjoyed a substantial TV, film and stage career. The series featured a host of famous faces, such as Patricia Hayes, Peter Sallis, John Junkin, Peter Butterworth, Hattie Jacques, Neil McCarthy, Moray Watson, Bernard Hepton… It’s a veritable who’s who of popular British actors and comedy talent of the time. You can find most of the episodes on YouTube but I’ve included a link to the one with the two boys in their uniforms below.
Master Davies will be returning to this blog wearing a different school uniform (still with a cap though!) and with a short-trousered younger brother in tow in And Mother Makes Three. As a final note, he died his hair for Catweazle, so that his character could better live up to his nickname.
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Harry Truman 💼, Doris Day🌤, Red China🇨🇳, Johnnie Ray 🤷♀️
South Pacific💧, Walter Winchell👨🦲, Joe DiMaggio🐤
Joe McCarthy😰, Richard Nixon🏈, Studebaker🇺🇲, television📺
North Korea↖️, South Korea↘️, Marilyn Monroe👗
Rosenbergs🌹, H-bomb💣, Sugar Ray🦅, Panmunjom😗
Brando🙅♀️, "The King and I"👑, and "The Catcher in the Rye"🍞
Eisenhower👔, Vaccine🪡, England's got a new queen👸
Marciano✨️, Liberace🗽, Santayana👿, goodbye👋
We didn't start the fire🔥
It was always burning🔥, since the world's been turning🌎
We didn't start the fire🔥
No, we didn't light it🕯, but we tried to fight it👊
Joseph Stalin🫠, Malenkov🫢, Nasser and Prokofiev🫡
Rockefeller🫥, Campanella😶🌫️, Communist Bloc🫨
Roy Cohn🤠, Juan Peron🥳, Toscanini🥸, Dacron😥
Dien Bien Phu falls☺️, "Rock Around the Clock"⏰️
Einstein🦄, James Dean🎤, Brooklyn's got a winning team📣
Davy Crockett🤑, Peter Pan🧚♀️, Elvis Presley🔮, Disneyland🐭
Bardot😬, Budapest🧐, Alabama👬, Krushchev🥲
Princess Grace👑, Peyton Place⛳️, Trouble in the Suez 🤫
We didn't start the fire🔥
It was always burning🔥, since the world's been turning🌎
We didn't start the fire🔥
No, we didn't light it🕯, but we tried to fight it👊
Little Rock🪨, Pasternak🤐, Mickey Mantle🏌♂️, Kerouac🫤
Sputnik🥔, Chou En-Lai😔, "Bridge on the River Kwai"🤒
Lebanon🖖, Charles de Gaulle,✌️ California baseball⚾️
Starkweather homicide🗡, children of thalidomide🚸
Buddy Holly😇, Ben Hur,🫠 space monkey,🐒 mafia💸
Hula hoops🛖, Castro😀, Edsel is a no-go🙅♀️
U2🕺, Syngman Rhee🤖, Payola and Kennedy🙈
Chubby Checker🫣, Psycho🎻, Belgians in the Congo😒
We didn't start the fire🔥
It was always burning🔥, since the world's been turning🌎
We didn't start the fire🔥
No, we didn't light it🕯, but we tried to fight it👊
Hemingway, Eichmann😀, "Stranger in a Strange Land"😅
Dylan🤔, Berlin🅱️, Bay of Pigs invasion😴
"Lawrence of Arabia"🙄, British Beatlemania😬
Ole Miss😟, John Glenn,☹️ Liston beats Patterson🥹
Pope Paul✝️, Malcolm X😲, British politician sex😡
JFK – blown away😱, what else do I have to say?😫
We didn't start the fire🔥
It was always burning🔥, since the world's been turning🌎
We didn't start the fire🔥
No, we didn't light it🕯, but we tried to fight it👊
Birth control👶, Ho Chi Minh,🤭 Richard Nixon back again🫢
Moonshot🌔, Woodstock🦢, Watergate💧, punk rock🎸
Begin🤯, Reagan🧐, Palestine😦, terror on the airline😰
Ayatollah's in Iran😉, Russians in Afghanistan🥲
"Wheel of Fortune"🎡, Sally Ride😊, heavy metal suicide😮💨
Foreign debts🤕, homeless vets🫤, AIDS😦, crack😲, Bernie Goetz😯
Hypodermics on the shore😗, China's under martial law🫢
Rock and roller🎸, cola wars☕️, I can't take it anymore😫
We didn't start the fire🔥
It was always burning🔥, since the world's been turning🌎
We didn't start the fire🔥
But when we are gone💀
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We didn't start the fire🔥
It was always burning🕯, since the world's been turning🌎
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No, we didn't light it,🕯 but we tried to fight it👊
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what inspires you?
Lately there's been a lot
Movies:
The Reflecting Skin
Night of the Hunter
Badlands
Blood Simple
There Will Be Blood
The Assassination of Jesse James
Cure
Ivan’s Childhood
Memories of Murder
Saint Maud
In the Mood for Love
Body Heat
Let the Right One In
Grey Gardens
Books:
Blood Meridian - Cormack McCarthy
A Good Man is Hard to Find - Flannery O'Connor
The Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck
Slouching Towards Bethlehem - Joan Didion
Hold Still - Sally Mann
Beloved - Toni Morison
The Virgin Suicides - Jeffrey Eugenides
House of Leaves - Mark Z. Danielewski
The poetry of Mary Oliver
What the Caves Are Trying to Tell Us - Sam Kriss
The Crane Wife - CJ Hauser
TV Shows:
Chernobyl
Sharp Objects
True Detective (Season 1)
Better Call Saul
Severance
Station Eleven
How To with John Wilson
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Okay but seriously are some of these clickbaity websites being paid to fluff Jared because a certain one did an "article" (I am putting that in airquotes because of my perpetual disgust with how these so-called professional sites roll) about the top streaming shows of 2022 and including in their tweet headline "and shows with J*red Padalecki" because SPN and Gilmore Girls were on the list, and the article itself includes SPN and The Boys. But nobody says a word about "shows with Jensen Ackles."
This kind of thing is happening quite a lot. Demos being rounded to artificially flatten ratings charts, to make Walker and Windy rank higher than they really are for example.
Since I'm in a salty mood.
The way Jared's lane talks about Gilmore Girls has been like this for a long time and it's irritating af. They've even claimed JARED is the reason Gilmore Girls is such a success.
They don't acknowledge Lauren or Alexis or Kelly. Y'know. The Gilmore Girls. Really funny the same lane who screeched so loudly for so many damn years that SPN is Only Sam and Dean turn around and erase three generations of Gilmore women, the titular characters, just so they can fluff Jared.
Whose character had role significantly less than what Jared stans would like you to believe. He played Rory's Boyfriend. Didn't get development outside of being Rory's Boyfriend.
Or how about Keiko Agena, who played Rory's best friend Lane, had her own long term arcing and character development. We didn't get enough of Lane, but she was a deeply developed character in ways Jared's never was. And Keiko is a talent who hasn't gotten enough recognition.
Or Liza Weil, an absolute powerhouse, who played Paris Geller.
Or Sally Struthers. Melissa McCarthy. Perhaps you've heard of them.
But sure. It's Jared's show.
LOL.
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Battle of the Fear Bands!
B4R2: The Extinction
We Didn't Start the Fire:
“I mean. It's kinda obvious”
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It's the End of the World as we Know It:
“It's in the title. The song is all about "the terrible change", so to speak, watching everyone and everything you know fall away. It's chaotic and fast, evoking the feeling of being trapped in a disaster. It may be cliché, but IMO, this is the definitive Extinction song.”
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Lyrics below the line!
We Didn't Start the Fire:
Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnnie Ray
South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio
Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon, Studebaker, television
North Korea, South Korea, Marilyn Monroe
Rosenbergs, H-bomb, Sugar Ray, Panmunjom
Brando, "The King and I", and "The Catcher in the Rye"
Eisenhower, Vaccine, England's got a new queen
Marciano, Liberace, Santayana, goodbye
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning, since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No, we didn't light it, but we tried to fight it
Joseph Stalin, Malenkov, Nasser and Prokofiev
Rockefeller, Campanella, Communist Bloc
Roy Cohn, Juan Peron, Toscanini, Dacron
Dien Bien Phu falls, "Rock Around the Clock"
Einstein, James Dean, Brooklyn's got a winning team
Davy Crockett, Peter Pan, Elvis Presley, Disneyland
Bardot, Budapest, Alabama, Krushchev
Princess Grace, Peyton Place, Trouble in the Suez
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning, since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No, we didn't light it, but we tried to fight it
Little Rock, Pasternak, Mickey Mantle, Kerouac
Sputnik, Chou En-Lai, "Bridge on the River Kwai"
Lebanon, Charles de Gaulle, California baseball
Starkweather homicide, children of thalidomide
Buddy Holly, Ben Hur, space monkey, mafia
Hula hoops, Castro, Edsel is a no-go
U2, Syngman Rhee, Payola and Kennedy
Chubby Checker, Psycho, Belgians in the Congo
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning, since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No, we didn't light it, but we tried to fight it
Hemingway, Eichmann, "Stranger in a Strange Land"
Dylan, Berlin, Bay of Pigs invasion
"Lawrence of Arabia", British Beatlemania
Ole Miss, John Glenn, Liston beats Patterson
Pope Paul, Malcolm X, British politician sex
JFK – blown away, what else do I have to say?
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning, since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No, we didn't light it, but we tried to fight it
Birth control, Ho Chi Minh, Richard Nixon back again
Moonshot, Woodstock, Watergate, punk rock
Begin, Reagan, Palestine, terror on the airline
Ayatollah's in Iran, Russians in Afghanistan
"Wheel of Fortune", Sally Ride, heavy metal suicide
Foreign debts, homeless vets, AIDS, crack, Bernie Goetz
Hypodermics on the shore, China's under martial law
Rock and roller, cola wars, I can't take it anymore
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning, since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
But when we are gone
It will still burn on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning, since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No, we didn't light it, but we tried to fight it
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning, since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No, we didn't light it, but we tried to fight it
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning, since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No, we didn't light it, but we tried to fight it
It's the End of the World as we Know It:
… That's great, it starts with an earthquake
Birds and snakes, and aeroplanes
And Lenny Bruce is not afraid
… Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn
World serves its own needs
Don't mis-serve your own needs
Speed it up a notch, speed, grunt, no, strength
The ladder starts to clatter
With a fear of height, down, height
Wire in a fire, represent the seven games
And a government for hire and a combat site
Left her, wasn't coming in a hurry
With the Furies breathing down your neck
… Team by team, reporters baffled, trumped, tethered, cropped
Look at that low plane, fine, then
Uh oh, overflow, population, common group
But it'll do, save yourself, serve yourself
World serves its own needs, listen to your heart bleed
Tell me with the Rapture and the reverent in the right, right
You vitriolic, patriotic, slam fight, bright light
Feeling pretty psyched
… It's the end of the world as we know it
It's the end of the world as we know it
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine
… Six o'clock, T.V. hour, don't get caught in foreign tower
Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself churn
Lock him in uniform, book burning, bloodletting
Every motive escalate, automotive incinerate
Light a candle, light a motive, step down, step down
Watch your heel crush, crush, uh oh
This means no fear, cavalier, renegade and steering clear
A tournament, a tournament, a tournament of lies
Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives and I decline
… It's the end of the world as we know it (I had some time alone)
It's the end of the world as we know it (I had some time alone)
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine (time I had some time alone)
I feel fine (I feel fine)
… It's the end of the world as we know it (time I had some time alone)
It's the end of the world as we know it (time I had some time alone)
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine (time I had some time alone)
… The other night I drifted nice continental drift divide
Mountains sit in a line, Leonard Bernstein
Leonid Brezhnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester Bangs
Birthday party, cheesecake, jellybean, boom
You symbiotic, patriotic, slam but neck, right, right
… It's the end of the world as we know it (time I had some time alone)
It's the end of the world as we know it (time I had some time alone)
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine (time I had some time alone)
… It's the end of the world as we know it
It's the end of the world as we know it
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine (time I had some time alone)
… It's the end of the world as we know it (time I had some time alone)
It's the end of the world as we know it (time I had some time alone)
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine (time I had some time alone)
… It's the end of the world as we know it (time I had some time alone)
It's the end of the world as we know it (time I had some time alone)
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine (time I had some time alone)
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Out of curiosity, I submit to you another part of my TBR list (I probably can do a third and a fourth one...)
The first part is here | The third is here | The fourth is here
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Facts about my oc
1.His name is Eric Elias McCarthy
2.Formerly 13 year old human boy, that through a mystical portal and some more magical shenanigans he become a 15 year old Cambion.
3.He seems very though on the outside,but in the inside he is a very emotional kid and a big fan of science fiction genre (from books to tv shows).
4.Has trouble to express his emotions and personal thought without sounding agressive and annoying towards others.
5.Suffered from both child abuse and neglect from his manteral grandpa
6.His dad left after his mother (Sally) gave birth to him;both of them ended in good tems though.
7.Bisexual.
8.Loves dogs and basically every animal that are as fluffy as heck.
9.Secretly fan of Percy jackson (he ships Annabeth with percy).
10.His powers consists:
Creating flames.
Manipulate Fire.
Dragon breath (bout only,when he is very angry).
Can see and talk to spirits.
#oc headcanons#oc stuff#oc story#sort of#cambion oc#Eric McCarthy#my oc character#oc#fnaflover2024 speaks#oc facts
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