#higgsy

[space-glasgow]

fuck it, jamie macdonald fancam

[redpool2]

Clarissa, 21, she/her.

You could also follow my main @redpool

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[byronicjamie]

paul higgins on the simpsons if anyone's interested:

https://twitter.com/danieljksn/status/1732039829310067095

[mademoiselle-is-a-fairy]

Orlando Bloom photographed by David Higgsy while getting ready for the Screen Actors Guild Awards 2023

[flamingplay]

Jonathan Higgs of Everything Everything @ BELIVE festival by Yulia Veber for Pre-Party // 22.06.2018 // Kyiv, Ukraine

[munson-blurbs]

@corrodedcoffinfest Day 19: In the Garage

Word Count: 732/Rating: G/Pairing: None/CW: Principal Higgins is an ass, anxiety about being accepted, divergent from FoI/Tags: Eddie Munson, Gareth, Jeff, Grant, Principal Higgins, Corroded Coffin

Divider credit to @silkholland

November 1984

“On my count.” Eddie slings his guitar over his shoulder and adjusts the strap. He turns to his other bandmates, all of whom nod in acknowledgment. “Two, three—”

“Mr. Munson!”

Eddie looks at the band room door when he hears Principal Higgins bellow out his name. A smirk slowly stretches across his face. “We were actually looking for four.”

Higgins sighs, trying his best to ignore the snarky remark. “Mr. Munson,” he repeats, “I’m going to have to ask you and your buddies to leave.”

“Ooh, no can do, Higgsy-Poo. We’ve got a big gig this weekend,” Eddie says, not making eye contact as he strums a few random chords. “Gotta practice, y’know?”

“That was an order, Mr. Munson; not a suggestion.” Principal Higgins points his forefinger at Eddie. “You have two minutes to pack up your stuff, or you’ve earned yourself another suspension.” 

Eddie rolls his eyes but concedes, flipping off his principal once the older man has his back turned. “Fuckin’ asshole,” he mutters, hoisting the guitar up and over his head and placing it back in its case.

“Now what?” Grant asks.

And isn’t that the million-dollar question.

Eddie’s place is obviously out; the trailer barely holds him and Wayne, let alone three other men and a drum set. Same goes for the tiny apartment Grant shares with his mom. Jeff’s grandma is still convinced that heavy metal is used to summon Satan. Which leaves…

“We can use the garage at my house.” Gareth speaks up from behind his drums. The freshman is the newest member of the band, and also the quietest. “I don’t think my parents will mind.”

Jeff raises his eyebrows. “Y’sure about that, freshie? Doesn’t your mom keep a rosary in her car?”

Gareth shakes his head, curls bouncing. “Nah, that was my grandma’s car. She was just borrowing it while hers was in the shop.”

“I dunno, man.” Grant gnaws on his lower lip. “Your parents look like Ward and June.”

Jeff snorts. “Does that make him Wally? Or the Beav?”

“Shut up!” Eddie launches his guitar pick at Jeff’s head. Grant was right–Gareth’s folks seemed a bit too straightlaced to tolerate Corroded Coffin’s music. But with Higgins now barring them from using the school’s practice room, they’re out of options.

“All right,” he says finally, rubbing his nose with his palm. “We’ll give it a shot. But if your parents call the cops, I’m lighting your hair on fire.”

Gareth nods. “Noted.”

The freshman’s words are insufficient for calming Eddie’s nerves. All he could picture as he drives up to the Emerson house is Gareth’s parents taking one look at his torn jeans and wild hair and dismissing him. Chastising him for being a “bad influence” on their son. Which, chances are, he is. But that’s besides the point. 

The garage door is open; Jeff and Grant are already inside warming up. Gareth waves at Eddie, and the man and woman next to him smile. 

“You must be Eddie,” the man says, sticking out a hand for him to shake. “Mark Emerson. Gareth’s dad. And this is my wife, Christine.”

“Nice to meet you both,” Eddie says warily. “You’re, uh, really okay with us playing here?”

Mark laughs. “You kidding? This is the first time I haven’t had to yell at Gare to clean out the garage.”

“Dad.” Gareth mumbles through gritted teeth, clearly embarrassed. 

“We like all kinds of music,” Christine Emerson says simply. “Metal, rock, country, jazz…” She trails off, cocking her head. “Your last name is ‘Munson,’ right?”

Here we go. A pit forms in Eddie’s stomach. The Munson name has bitten him in the ass once again. What’ll it be this time—his dad’s reputation, or his own?

“Y-Yeah.”

Gareth’s mom grins and turns towards her husband. “He must be Wayne’s nephew! The guy who helped me when I had a flat tire.” 

Relief floods Eddie’s chest. “Sounds like my uncle.”

“Seems like a good guy. Always looking out for people.” Mark smiles. “Gareth told us how you asked him to sit with you at lunch. Looks like the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree.”

“Dad!”

With a chuckle, Eddie takes his guitar out of its case. “Let’s see if you still like me after the neighbors complain about the noise.” He adjusts the microphone to his mouth. “All right, guys. On my count—two, three, four!”

[little-red-fool]

My dumb ass keeps accidentally calling him Higgsy because I keep hearing him say Sammy and now it’s stuck in my head.

[redpool]

I think Higgsy looks fantastic.

[blueshelledbastard]

Ah fuck off Higgsy. Your spiel sucks ass

[space-glasgow]

murder (2002)

[lethalchiralium]

HIGGSY 🥺🥺🥺

Higgs Monaghan || Death Stranding

A Cyberpunk design for Higgs I drew in 2020.

I still think it's so hardcore and cool lol

[byronicjamie]

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[onetiredb0y]

i call this scene dugdale goes through 5 stages of grief in 5 milliseconds and it kills me every time

[avosettas]

im gonna make a page for paul higgins on tvtropes bc thats the only reason i made an account

anything specific people want on there?

[munson-blurbs]

@corrodedcoffinfest Day 28: Back to Indiana

Word Count: 658/Rating: T/Pairing: None/CW: mention of bullying, mention of the 1986 "earthquake," Corroded Coffin is famous/Tags: Eddie Munson, Gareth, Grant, Jeff, Principal Higgins, 1992, Hawkins High

Divider credit to @silkholland

Six years ago, the members of Corroded Coffin were at the bottom of the Hawkins High food chain. Taunts of ‘freak’ and ‘loser’ followed them in the hallway, and those were some of the nicer words used to describe them. On more than one occasion, they’d overheard teachers referring to them as ‘devil worshipers.’ 

But now?

Eddie leaned back in the chair opposite Principal Higgins. The man was a little grayer, more tired than he’d been in ‘86, but every bit as miserable. 

“Well, well.” Eddie grinned, hands folded and elbows perched on the chair’s arms. “It appears you need a favor from us, Higgsy-Poo. How the tables have turned.”

The principal took off his glasses and massaged the bridge of his nose. “Mr. Munson, I believe I asked you to stop calling me that.” He heaved an exasperated sigh. “But yes. We need to raise money, and having Corroded Coffin play would definitely sell tickets.”

It was obvious that the school had fallen into utter disrepair. Insurance had covered some of the damage from that fateful earthquake, but it wasn’t enough. And the fixes that had been made were done poorly, already showing cracks. 

It was Corroded Coffin to the rescue. But just as the system had kept Eddie from graduating—twice—the show would not go on without a fight. 

Eddie looked at his bandmates, the four of them sharing knowing smiles. Make him grovel, he silently commanded. 

“I dunno, Higlet.” Gareth scrunched his nose in contemplation. “We’ve got a real busy schedule: recording, touring, press…”

Jeff slung an arm around his former principal. “And you’re asking us to do this for free?”

“It would be to help out your alma mater,” Higgins tried. 

“Right, because we have such fond memories of this hellhole.” Grant snorted and rolled his eyes. “I mean, I can’t think of a better way to spend my teenage years than dodging bullies because you,” he jabbed his forefinger at Higgins, “didn’t give a shit about anyone besides the jocks.”

A bead of sweat trickled down Higgins’ face. Eddie had never seen him so frazzled; not even during the ‘83 senior prank involving petting zoo animals running wild in the hallways. 

“Please,” Higgins begged, “the town is going to condemn the building if we can’t get it fixed. They’ll split students up and send them to neighboring districts and…” He swallowed. “…and I’ll be out of a job.”

Eddie raised his brows and smirked. “So…you need us?”

“Yes.”

“Then say it.” Eddie stood up and crossed his arms. “Say, ‘I, Principal Higgins, am a pathetic loser who needs Corroded Coffin to save my sorry ass.’”

Higgins’ eyes widened. “What?!”

“Say it, or no show,” Jeff chimed in. 

There was a moment of uncomfortable silence as the offer was considered. “Fine.” The principal took a deep breath. “I, Principal Higgins, am a loser—”

“A pathetic loser,” Eddie amended. 

“A pathetic loser who needs Corroded Coffin to save my sorry ass.” 

The band exchanged looks, ready to agree, but Eddie spoke up before they signed the contract. “One more thing.” The twinkle in his eye did not just convey mischief; it also signified justice. “This show is gonna bring in more money than you’ll need, especially since you’re not paying us. So anything left over will go to the Hellfire Club.” He stared at Higgins. “I have it on good authority that they’re supposed to be going to a national DnD championship, but they can’t afford the entry fee.”

‘Good authority’ referred to Erica Sinclair, the current Dungeon Master who constantly lamented about the sports teams going to away games funded by the district while Hellfire had to pay their own way.

“Okay.” Higgins nodded. “I’ll have it added to the contract.”

“Then we have a deal.” Eddie shook the man’s outstretched hand, relishing in its slight tremble. “See you at the concert, Higfried and Roy.” He winked. “We’ll save you a seat, front and center.”

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[higgs-the-god]

C’mon, c’mon, and love me normally