#potatobeanpies

[powderblueblood]

i need to know whats the most embarrassing thing lacy has found in eddie’s room and vice versa! (and ronnie too actually, cant forget our queen)

god this is so near and dear to my heart you have no idea

first thing, the overarching constant motif with this little non-throuple is whenever one of them leaves the room, they yell to the other, “DON’T SNOOP!” and naturally they immediately begin snooping.

eddie’s is the thick manila folder detailing (heavily detailing) the life and times of his fictional tiefling girlfriend who is named finore aurora. finore aurora. one more time i’m gonna give that to you, finore aurora. say that out loud. five times fast. that’s diabolical, eddie.

how does lacy know she’s his girlfriend? well, there are several longhand accounts of him dancin’ and romancin’ this creature which, though genuinely quite moving and beautifully written (and dirty!), make her feel like she is losing her mind. kind of out of jealousy, a little bit. so oftentimes, when she’s in a shitty mood, she’ll hit eddie with a little, “i don’t know, why don’t you go ask finore aurora, asshole?”

lacy’s took some digging to find because she’s an expert in the art of squirrelling herself away. but deep deep deeeeep under her bed is a shoebox with a little tape recorder. and in that tape recorder is a tape, which features lacy doevski… pretending to be interviewed. like she’s on dick cavett. like she’s on johnny carson.

eddie only got as far as lacy saying that, “no, i like being on tv… as long as it’s not my job. i like being on tv, it makes me feel like an american. it’s like owning a car,” before he heard her footsteps and he had to slip the tape in his back pocket because there was no way he wasn’t sparking a joint in the van and listening to her harp on for what turned out to be twenty full minutes. just talking to herself. waxing on about successful books she hadn’t yet written and society pages she hadn’t yet featured in. there’s a part where this supposed interviewer asks her something about loneliness, and lacy goes, “do i have a fear of loneliness? no. loneliness is an inheritance. i’m trying to figure out how to spend it wisely.”

that stuck to eddie’s ribs.

one day, in the van, seemingly apropos of nothing eddie does ask, “baby, do you miss owning a car? do you feel like… less of an american, no longer owning a car?” not a drop of blood is left in that poor girl’s face.

as for ronnie, this was a joint discovery made by the gruesome twosome. they were rushing out to the hideout for corroded coffin’s weekly engagement and ronnie asked them to grab something from her wardrobe—not realising that when they opened it, they’d find a bunch of barbie dolls, all sat in a semi circle.

“no way. i’ve known ecker since i was knee high to a grasshopper—“ “—okay, grandpa—“ “—and she’s so not a barbie girl.”

but you don’t know about women, eddie munson! you don’t know about the secrets they keep. the speculation of this little collection of wide-eyed, attentive dollies ranged from satanic ritual (real this time) to homosexual experimentation (“a dry run, before she hits the bars in college.” “what, like making out with the dolls? making the dolls make out?” “you’ve got so much to learn about girls, babe.”) to practicing for her valedictorian speech with a non-judgemental audience.

the last one was the closest, for ronnie’s real use for her cluster of barbies was… well, look. listen. before lacy, she had a zero sum of female friends. her life was incredibly testosterone filled, between hellfire and the band, and because of that, ronnie got a little stunted when it came to making friends with girls. so she used these barbies (which she did have since childhood, she just hid from eddie because ew… girl stuff… the horror of internalised misogyny) to have, y’know. girl talk.

she called it the state of the union, if that makes it any better. it doesn’t! lacy’s still trying to figure out a way to bring it up to ronnie because eddie’s too scared that the dolls might be haunted.

[belokhvostikova]

Me, telepathically thrusting it into your brain:

Sometimes, when I’m about to close my eyes for the night, the krumping scene from Bring it On: All or Nothing will flash in my head, and my whole body will viscerally shudder.

[madelynraemunson]

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭.

thank you bug for the tag @edsbug 🤍

enjolras, elordi, unhinged tees, and a joe-coded ootd 🤎

tag! you’re it: @lofaewrites , @mediocredreams , @emsgoodthinkin , @swiss-mrs , @emma-munson , @hugdealer , @angietherose , @reysorigins , @joshlmbrt , @potatobeanpies , @xxbimbobunnyxx , @littlexdeaths , @katethetank , @mmunson86 . @maskofmirrors , @eiightysixbaby , @nailbatanddungeon & anyone else who would like to play!!

[oneforthemunny]

I thought this was about nepo!baby and Eddie and I almost had a heart attack 😭

never. never ever. omg. you're trying to get me killed. the masses would come for me i'd be so scared. @potatobeanpie would actually dox me and stab me.

[moonchildreads]

so last year my always wonderful and dearly beloved @duquesademiel tagged me in a game that said i had to list three things i was proud of in 2022, and i've been thinking about that a lot so here's three things i was proud of in 2023!

i started posting my fics here and on ao3! this was a big thing for me because it was the first time in my life i took my craft seriously and gave it the love and respect it deserves, and i've been really enjoying it! i feel like i know myself better as a writer and as a person, and i've been able to explore a lot of topics i was interested in through my writing and purge some demons in the process. (if you're curious about it, you can read all 147.3k words of my eddie munson fic here, i'm almost done with chapter 24 and will be updating soon!)

i made new friends! i'm a fairly shy person, even if i'm a friendly bunny (i'm still friends with the same group of people since i was six!!! that's over two decades of friendship!!!) so imagine my surprise when i found a new group of friends here that i talk to on a daily basis, that i get to share my life with, and that claim to??? love me??? is this real life??? so shoutout to my spice gorls, and thank you for making this year so much fun and full of love. and while we are at it, shoutout to my q&d besties who i got to hug and kiss and laugh with for a few days during the winter holidays. my heart is much bigger, fuller and healthier because i have you in my life. i'll tag you all below hehe

i grew as a person. still in therapy, just like last year, but i made a lot of progress! 2023 was one of the toughest years of my life, i lost my two grandmothers and it shook my foundations deeply because i am who i am mostly thanks to the women that have raised me, but even when faced with the utmost pain and grief i've ever experienced, i still consider 2023 as a year of growth and profound happiness. my grief may never leave me, but i've found out that i am strong enough to carry it, to let it mold me and, most importantly, to let it soften me. i feel like i love more wholeheartedly and unabashedly now, and i am aware of how finite life is and just how much i want to be here. 2022 bunny would be amazed at how much 2023 bunny wanted to keep living, and that's the thing i'm most proud of and that i'm carrying with me into the new year.

we made it, 2024. let's fucking go <3

tagging the people that made my year so much more worth living so they can share the things they're proud of too:

my dragons: @duquesademiel, my loveliest merryweather; @justahappycloud, my adorable flora; @gutterratt, my wonderful fauna; and @so-inlove-with-the-wrongworld, my literal soulmate. i love you all deeply, madly, truly, and i can't wait until we're reunited under the same roof singing miranda! songs like our lives depend on it again.

my spice gorls: @queenimmadolla, my showstopping vivi; @potatobeanpie, my bravest maisie; @oneforthemunny, my most chaotic evie; and @munsonology, my first ever friend on tumblr and my partner in only-child-related crimes. thank you for letting me talk my shit until your ears bleed and for making me laugh so much my tummy starts hurting. i hope i made you as happy as you made me this year.

[bangaveragewhitewine]

Thank you @rebelfell for the tag 🩷

rules: go to pinterest and type [your name] + “core” to show your aesthetic, then post the first 6 images.

🏷️ @loveshotzz @queenimmadolla @palmtreesx3 @potatobeanpies

[munsonology]

@potatobeanpies 💕

The series reminded me why I fell in love with Fallout all those years ago

[powderblueblood]

oh my god can we see ronnie in the HF&I universe but when she’s got a crush/dating someone? the dynamic of eddie ribbing on her would be TOO good

"i can't talk about it."

"ron--"

"no, i literally cannot talk about it."

"ronnie--"

"eddie!"

"it's okay!" eddie says, almost soothingly, his sneakers squeaking against the linoleum of the hallway. "listen, all god's children. i liked a cheerleader too, once."

ronnie pivots in the middle of the hall, long limbs flailing like weaponry in a way that makes eddie fall back. fall back! chest all tight and cheeks all hot and standing there in a living entanglement of embarrassment.

"then again... my cheerleader," and by my cheerleader, this asshole means the brief, fleeting crush he had on one christine cunningham, "didn't almost definitely have..."

"that you know of, bitch!"

and suh-woop, ronnie takes back off down the hall with eddie hot on her tail in a jangle of chains and denim and shit.

running away from her feelings: it's a very real, physical affliction! especially when she's been marinating on a crush this long! this is no munson's hot girl of the week, this is no jeff's NPC hellfire spouse du jour, this shit is...

this shit is bright brown eyes and a big cresting wave of a bang and taut thighs and a yell that ricochets off waxed gym floors and blueberry bubble gum and petal perfume and such a total cliche and never in a million years and there's always a maybe, i like a fantasy as much as the next tabletop role playing game playing girl and...

goddammit, she'd been doing really well with keeping this shit under wraps!

before she knows exactly where her feet are carrying her, she's busting through the door of the newspaper room, dark save for the light of one green desk lamp.

"do not barrel in here when i'm holding a fucking x-acto knife," come the off-puttingly serene, cerebral tones of lacy doevski from the back left corner.

ronnie, heaving, slams the door behind her. what with being ten feet something tall, she can outrun munson pretty easily, but with lacy here? she's run straight into the jaws of something else.

"why aren't you at the pep rally?" ronnie gasps and hisses, the strangled tone apparently catching lacy's attention.

"excommunication, mostly," she says, blade glinting. god. i mean, ronnie knows they're friends and all, but it's moments like this that she really gets it. the whole doevski draw. "why are you hiding in here?"

then, from beyond the door in a way that makes ronnie's spine go rigid with annoyance, you've got fuckin' eddie bigmouth. knocknocknock!

"hey! ecker! you're not supposed to be innnn there, ecker, lacy said something about an x-acto knife and not wanting to be disturbed--"

ronnie glances to lacy, who just shrugs, a dumb little wistful little dumb little look on her stupid face. ugh. they're disgusting.

"unless this is like, some kind of girl thing, in which case--... no fair. lemme in-uhh."

"let him in," lacy says.

"i don't wannuuh," ronnie whinges.

"ron, if you don't let him in, he's gonna scratch at that door all afternoon and i'm not gonna meet this deadline and then i'm gonna have to use this teeeeny tiny little knife here to gut you both," all said with the casual airs of please and thank you. eddie's got his face smooshed up against the glass.

fuck.

ronnie yanks the door back open and her day one pain-in-the-ass stumbles through.

"hi!" eddie calls to lacy, momentarily distracted as he makes a beeline for her. thank god. "hi."

they do some horribly unsubtle couple-y bullshit where he sorta dances around her desk and she warns him not to come any closer but is smiling the whole time and ronnie flops down into fred benson's chair, wondering if this kind of horseshit would be appealing if it were her and--

"ronnie has a crush on a cheerleader."

the x-acto knife clatters to the desk. "what!"

"and i know which oooone!"

"eddie! fuck!"

"spill!"

"don't!"

"eddie..."

"she was spyin' on her under the bleachers--"

"munson!"

"--i mean, i think she almost had that floor routine down if you catch my drift--"

"--cut to the chase--" "--fuckin' shut! up!"

but before ronnie can up out of that chair and like, i don't know, knock eddie out or sit on him or something, lacy's wound around him like a snake. in-a-gadda-da-vida, this chick, she defies resistance. saying that, if the roles were reversed and it were ronnie and--

lacy's all, who is it and eddie's all giggling into her neck and it's disgusting.

but then he tells her, and her face falls.

"veronica ecker!" ronnie's friend lacy is a great scold-er. she's got a scold like you wouldn't fuckin' believe.

but ronnie wants to shrink into her skeleton. she wants her bones to turn to dust. poof, and nothing's left but a little baseball cap for these ungrateful bastards to remember her by. all 'cause she has what might be construed as conceptually a little romantic inkling for--

"tina burton?!"

ronnie sighs, dragging her hands over her face. "i realize this is morally unsound given your current social predicament, lace, but--"

in unison, the indefatigable duo of cornfed gomez and morticia over there go, "--the crabs, dude!" "you could do so much better, ronnie, you fool!"

[powderblueblood]

just stopping by to say i love you and your writing snd your mind and lacy and ronnie and eddie

WE LOVE U MORE ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[powderblueblood]

oh my god! can i request maybe steve in his cocky era with cocky reader and this prompt

‘I've dated enough narcissistically neurotic men to know that you are all just a pack of roving babies in search of a giant teat from which to suck the lifeblood out of me until I am a hollow shell.’

200 CIGARETTES SENTENCE PROMPTS!

steve's eyes roll back in his head with such a vigor that you're sure they'll dislocate, but that smile still sits on his pretty pink lips-- pinker, now, from the cold.

"and you've manged to find all of these so called 'men'... on the basketball team?"

"yeah, harrington!" you say, voice raising in volume and sarcasm as you shiver outside of the car. "all of them but you!"

"i bet i could have changed your mind," he says, leaning back against the spotless bumper.

"and i foolishly bet you wouldn't have driven into a snowbank, but here we are!"

you're prissing out, and you know you're prissing out but you're also shaking against the frigid cold and getting slush all over your satin shoes and you're missing out on your very first college party all because steve goddamn harrington insisted on driving you because his parents insisted on storming your house for new years eve drinks with your parents because they all insist on being friends.

not you and steve, though. no, no, no. your antagonism towards each other is well-treated and seasoned, like a good cast iron skillet that you'd love to hit him over the head with right now--

"honey, you're freezing." steve loves to do that-- call you honey like it'll make you soften in his grasp, like all the other girls. he's moving toward you, moving to remove his jacket.

"for god's sake, would you keep that on! if you don't, you'll freeze to death." a beat. "and i don't know how to talk to people who drive tow trucks."

"what makes you think i do?"

you scoff, a plume of breath following in an accusatory cloud. "so king steve can charm anyone but the common man?"

"thought that was your territory," he smirks, then pulls a mock pause, "oh, shit, wait! sorry! you're trying to keep what's left of your lifeblood unsucked, right? whatever that means..."

"means you're not getting anywhere near me, no matter how bad you want it."

steve stops short with about a foot of space between you. his expression, more devastating to your patience than devastatingly beautiful right now, still seems to engulf you a little. you hate him for having the kind of face that's hard to look away from.

"i still think i can change your mind." his voice has dropped to a just-for-us tone, and you hate yourself for feeling a little chill that isn't prompted by the cold. he's so sure of himself.

"and i still think you wouldn't be able to handle me if you could, harrington."

"yeah?"

"yeah. i'm not one of your little cheerleaders-- i'd blow your goddamn mind. i'd break your goddamn heart."

"sounds delightful."

you huff out a little laugh from between your glossed lips. unbeknownst to yourself, you've drawn a touch closer to steve in your barbed exchange.

"god, you're desperate."

steve, with all his towering hair and well-fitting clothes and intoxicating cologne, leans over you. "and you're looking hot tonight, you know that?"

there's a charge here; a number of cars you could've hailed down for help have already passed you. this exchange took precedence. his hands are shoved safely in his pockets. yours are bound under your arms, minding your body heat. but you inch ever closer still.

"let's make a deal," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

you try your damnedest not to get suckered into his dark caramel eyes as he looks at you, lids heavy. "a deal?"

"yeah," you say, reaching out to finger his fine cashmere scarf, "if you can use those legendary harrington wiles to get us a tow truck and get me to that party by midnight, i'll kiss you."

"yeah?" he murmurs, a little breathier now. his lips part, motioning to move for yours already.

you nod, eyes all a-glitter, and crane your neck back. deal's a deal.

and he nods too, dashing from your side to just about throw himself into the middle of the road, attempting to wave down the nearest available car. "little help! need a little help over here!"

look at that; all he needs is a little motivation, and all you need to do is sacrifice your satin shoes for the satisfaction of watching him fail.

[oneforthemunny]

thank you for the tag @eddiesxangel

seven comfort movies: the muppet movie, the virgin suicides, the secret life of bees, princess and the frog, winnie the pooh, coraline, and confessions of a teenage drama queen.

tags: @queenimmadolla @munsonology @moonchildreads @potatobeanpies @bettyfrommars @allthingsjoeq @wheels-of-despair @ali-r3n and anyone else! :)

🎀Seven comfort movies + Pinterest game🎀

first character, real person, quote, and outfit when you open pinterest is your vibe. (Thx for tha tag b @rafescurtainbangz)

Jennifer’s Body • Queen of the Damned • Trick r Treat • Twilight • Corpse Bride • Amazing Spider-Man •

No pressure tags: @babygorewhore @take-everything-you-can @eddiesxangel @bimbobaggins69 @littlexdeaths @gravedigginbbydoll @lesservillain & anybody else who wants to!

[powderblueblood]

Oh my god! I love this series so much. I think people are sleeping on it because she’s called Lacy even though its a nickname 😭 it’s addictive reading!

aw thank you so much Maisie!!!! honestly I completely get that, I know that my writing is not the typical eddie x reader experience which is so so fine, specifics are my business and my curse, but everyone who’s read it has been so unbelievably kind so far, including yourself 😭😭 thank uuuuu so much bottom of my heart type shit

[powderblueblood]

EDDIE MUNSON & RONNIE ECKER… that’s my best friend

tagging some friends of ronnie @tomtomslongdong @potatobeanpies @slowdancer @joejoequinnquinn @urhoneycombwitch @jo-harrington @rosewaterandivy

[madelynraemunson]

us switching personalities to be the new love interest in each new gentleman’s story

thought you guys would get a good laugh 🤣 @potatobeanpie @hugdealer @angietherose @xblueriddlex @winchester-angel

[oneforthemunny]

thank you @bangaveragewhitewine for the tag <3

this was a hard one i won't lie.

evie's top five fave songs rn:

all-american bitch by olivia rodrigo

i don't want to miss a thing by aerosmith (idk it's been really hitting lately)

yeah glo! by glorilla

tomorrow never came by lana del rey ft sean ono lennon

what's up? by 4 non blondes

npt: @allthingsjoeq @bettyfrommars @eddiesxangel @queenimmadolla @potatobeanpies @munsonology @mysticmunson @moonchildreads @munson-mjstan @munsonlore

Leighanne’s top five fave songs atm 💗

thanks for the tag @fairyysoup @thecreelhouse @wroteclassicaly

1. YA YA - Beyoncé

2. MS BEHAVE - Tierra Whack

3. Run your mouth - The Marías

4. Cry Baby - The Neighbourhood

5. If you think I’m pretty - Artemas

no pressure tags: @superblysubpar @sweetsweetjellybean @carolmunson @chechelia @keery @bangaveragewhitewine @ash5monster01 @usedtobecooler @upsidedownwithsteve @southelroy @palmtreesx3 @andvys @hellfire--cult

[oneforthemunny]

i think we’ve talked about peter steele before but have we talked about if nb & eddie would do something similar for playgirl like peter & that woman (idk her name) did

we DEF have talked about him @potatobeanpie loves him sm

i think they’d do something similarish or the girls on film music video from that would be liek their play girl moment of that

that shoot lives in my head

I would not be celibate for him i would break dry january for him