First of all, I love to thank Jesus Buddha and Obama.

I would love a Getting to Know Eddie with your coffee shop blues Eddie. (I’ll let Abi ask for Maroon). 😘

(oh i don’t think i could tell abi much more about maroon eddie than i already have. the space under my desk when im writing maroon literally has her name on it <3)

alright. so. COFFEE SHOP BLUES EDDIE. first and foremost, that eddie is from my purely self indulgent barista!au for those of you who don’t know. for legal reasons, it’s totally not based on true experiences or a very real company. totally not. for legal reasons. but, the entire premise is this eddie entirely untouched from the upside down — non-canon compliance so we can be happy for once baby ! — and just playing around with who he is without all that. he gets the job as a barista, he’s a damn pessimist, and- well, i liked to play around with what would happen if he was the grumpiest barista to ever exist and got reality checked by a sunshine-incarnate barista. and, spoiler alert, the boy would probably melt. he does melt.

my inspiration is drawn entirely from uh… well… can i have a lawyer if i admit this? nah im just kidding he’s based on my own experiences! and contrary to what plenty of people have said to me (if i had a nickel every time said they imagine me as reader i’d be far richer than i am which makes me so 😭), eddie is the character based around me. i think he’d react very similarly to how i do most of the time at work. being grumpy, being so easily inconvenienced by every small thing, always huffing and puffing and wanting to be better. and i think reader is what i’d like to be. at the end of the day, it’s just a nice way to romanticize life, i guess. <3

my favorite headcanon that i’ve never shared in the story is that everyone actually finds that he’s very good at his job. it’s emphasized he isn’t necessarily friends with the other baristas, and there’s a whole lot of him internally comparing himself to the people he thinks do the job better (*cough* reader *cough*), but that whole “i can do better. i have to do better” mentality has led him to being quite good at the job actually. he puts himself down, says he isn’t that good, etc. but he is. customers like that feline grumpiness (the girls that come in regularly for frappucinos in the afternoon are always secretly hoping he’s there, definitely living their ‘i can fix him’ fantasy despite reader already having set sail on that boat), his coworkers admire him albeit they get a lil scared of him due to resting bitch face, and all that. he makes a mean fucking cappuccino. his drinks always just taste better. he’s just good. he’ll never admit it, but damn is he good at his job.

on a casual day, this man is living in comfy clothes. big band tees, plaid pajama pants or sweats. the only time he puts on jeans these days is when he works. which, i mean, listen — he works often. he lives his days by what shift he has, not by days of the week. weekends are nonexistent to him. he’s earned some damn comfort when he’s just at home, ya know? (also, most of his clothes that aren’t graphic tees or comfy pants just stink of coffee these days. ugh.)

his favorite food is probably the cake pops at work. he’s a sweet tooth fiend with them. someone accidentally breaks one when opening the packages? oh no !! he’ll take that off their hands. all of his free food mark outs? 50% cake pops. he’s on food? he’s definitely accidentally bagging and slipping one or two off to the side for himself. sometimes coworkers will try to convince him when he’s on the food position to slip them a free cake pop as well, and every time, he’s flipping them the bird and a quick “steal on your own time, bud”. (unless it’s reader. unless it’s sunshine. then, he’s caving, handing over the birthday cake pop he just marked out for himself without second thought. even if he rolls his eyes as he does it — he’d give her the world if she just asked).

his family situation is pretty close to canon — wayne. and obviously he has hellfire, he has corroded coffin, but all of those are just… small things. he’s finally graduated in this universe, so hellfire doesn’t meet as often. corroded coffin’s members are still in their senior year, so sometimes studying for a calculus test is overriding band practice for them. which i mean, was a bummer and led to him needing a distraction like a part time job (also — money) but it’s all good now, cause he gets to bug Sunshine on his days off when he’s bored. they’ve definitely exchanged numbers, and they’re definitely sending each other an obligatory dumb meme a day. sorry, i don’t make the rules.

he likes pop music. don’t ever ask him about it, he denies it, but Sunshine got him into all those radio hits. he’ll find himself humming along to the radio at work constantly too. and, the one time he and Sunshine worked a very rare, LITERALLY only happened once close together, they definitely were belting out britney spears’ “hit me baby one more time”, dancing around the closed stores and eddie using the mop as a mic while Sunshine tried to stock up all the cups. the shift on duty was unamused, to say the least.

he’s pretty pessimistic in all avenues, but there’s something deep inside of him that’s just a bit hopeless romantic. especially after meeting Sunshine. he listens to her prattle about her romance books all day, and he hates the fact that he finds himself smiling at some of those different scenarios she’s gushing about. but it’s cute, okay? besides, it’s only giving him more ideas about how to wow his favorite barista. sex, on the other hand, he’s still pretty bland on. he’s had one or two one night stands, names he’s forgotten at the Hideout after shows, and he’s not really got the energy to be some sex-crazed fuckboy. listening to his coworkers’ hookup stories and relationship problems work pretty well to remind him he could be doing far worse (but if anyone were to ask him what he thought of Sunshine in that context? oh. oh the poor boy. the scary dog facade fades, and his ears have never been pinker as he’s stuttering about having to grab something from the back that he just stocked. he’s just grateful she never seems to have her own escapades to talk about — he probably wouldn’t survive the world-ending jealousy that would cloud his vision.)

pessimistic. so so pessimistic.

a couple months ago, he would have said his room. alone. or practicing with cc, on his guitar. or behind his dm screens, watching as his little sheep panicked over the latest twist he’s revealed for his current campaign.

but now? maybe he’s just gone soft, but the first place he thinks of is a rainy afternoon in the back of his van, his head in Sunshine’s lap as they listen to the slight drizzle bounce off the roof. he swears if he closes his eyes, he can still feel her fingers against his scalp.

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JO. JO. I DON'T HAVE THE ORIGINAL POST FOR THIS. I DON'T KNOW WHAT PARAGRAPH IS ANSWERING WHAT PROMPTS. but honestly, even now that i'm free of the siren, i wanna post this. i love prattling on about our little grumpy barista. i luv him.

and shadows blend one last time (save those kisses)

Stranger Things 4 (2022) / Barbie Fairytopia: Mermaidia (2006)

not to sound like a cunt but i swear like 2 jokes about something will get passed around and then a load of dipshits will start twisting that everyone is so Utterly Vacuous... god forbid if every post you post to your tumblr blog is not an indepth reflection of your thoughts and feelings. for your tumblr blog is reflective of your Inner mind and soul and you must summon yourself to the Calling of crafting the most perfect and eloquent analysis of the video essay that dropped 2 fucking days ago .

steveddie but they just act like they’re dustin’s divorced parents who both try and get dustin to hate the other one

ELISHA CUTHBERT AS CARLY JONES IN HOUSE OF WAX (2005)

@niieve​ 

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abigail had known from the start that she was never going to be treated like some storybook princess. she had that with scott and it was boring. she couldnt stand having someone try to baby her all the time. she was grown and was used to doing things for herself. spoiling her own damn self. who was she kidding, she hated being spoiled. abi had never felt like she had deserved someone good in her life. her mother and father had always made sure to distil that her in her from a young age after all. she was used to it.

crying was the last thing she had wanted to be doing. it was bad enough to cry, she had thought, but in front of harley. the femme had worked so hard her whole life to build a tough shell that people werent allowed in or to see. so crying had only angered her more with herself. she was thankful when he had changed the subject to food. she nodded, "yeah, i dont think i have ate all day.. probably why im do emotional." she confessed softly.

"no, no.. this is fine. thanks." she had kept her words short. she just needed a nice hot and long bath. a place she could cry and get it all out and try to salvage whatever night was left. "i will be fine.. go ahead." she stood moving so he could leave the bathroom. that was the one of the best things about harley, he doesn't hover. he was gone and she was left alone to handle whatever emotions she had been struggling with. abigail had so much on her mind she had gotten not only herself but harley into a terrible mess when she had started fooling around with the man. regardless she hadnt felt guilty for any of it. she had only hoped she had made the right choice by coming her. abi had stayed in the water until it had turned from hot to cold. mostly trying to collect her thoughts and pull herself together from the night she had once had. she had been called a LOT of things by a LOT of people and yet somehow the words of her now ex had really hurt. maybe it was because she knew he was right. she would always be just this.. and maybe harley and her really did deserve once another. once she had gotten out she made her way to the dryer where she had slipped on a large, warm, t shirt of his and headed back down the hall to find him. "harley.." she called softly wondering if the man was even still awake at this point.

Does this to you

ough. oh no. i hav been. burritoed.

*wiggles in my burrito blanket* freee meeeeee

We have to be doing the trial tomorrow I am in prison (Tumblr Jail)

tumblr put you in jail before we did 😭😭😭

it’s ok trial is postponed :3

@nonbinary-niki-bog @caffeiiine @im-a-chunky-potato @creatorbiaze YALL HAVE ONE MORE DAY TO PREPARE. GOOD LUCK

*aggressively bangs gavel*

This week's sketches

OH I FOUND IT @lycanthropiclykoi

So what, are you people just NORMAL?

Do your hyper fixations not last for MONTHS on end?? Do you have to continue with your day to day lives and not let forms of media take over your brain??? The activity drop is coward behavior, you guys just aren't strong enough.

Might I say, how unloyal you truly are

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The absolute funniest part of the discord username drama is people complaining they might be found by people if they use the same username as they do on every other site

That is litterally the point of using the same username on every site. You are doing this to yourself.