#rock-a-bye ed

[verycorrectslugterraquotes]

That's the competitive spirit, Eli!

Kord in episode 1

[vampiremeerkat]

Question: how come Ed’s mom’s face looks completely different from how you drew her face?

If the question is obvious or something. Sorry I don’t know it i only watch clips of the show 

The cartoon never showed any of the parents' faces. If you're talking about that episode where Ed has a nightmare, that was Jonny's face on his mother's body.

[madelynraemunson]

18+

you were pretty bold for dropping the kids off at eddie’s, dressed in a sundress so tight that it hugged all the blissful curvatures of your fruitful body.

it’s only fair that your ex husband struck a nerve in return.

“eds,” you grunt underneath him, biting your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. “eds i — fuck — i g-gotta go.”

eddie chuckles as he motions you silent, digging himself into you, and palming your hair between his knuckles. you’re done for and you know it. eddie watches smugly as you come to this realization, crumbling at his mercy as he pummels your guts to a filthy mush.

your new man can wait.

with every thrust, you tell yourself it’s the last time before you gotta hop off, but the pleasurable shockwaves to your overstimulated pussy reel you in for more.

eddie leans back and grins downwards at the view, down towards you fucking yourself back onto him, crashing your ass desperately up and down his rock hard cock where your sopping cunt meets his balls.

“thought you were leaving,” he huffs against your temple now.

no one’s got you like eddie. no one knows their way around your body like eddie. and eddie’s gonna make sure you make it to that little meet-cute still; but he’s determined to do so with his hot cum oozing out of you.

pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you, eddie revels in his own release, painting your insides with the warm white ropes.

when all is said and done and your dress is lowered back down, the pulsing ache that indicates eddie had been there has your legs hobbling side to side. he bites his lips proudly at this while you bid him bye with a playful, bratty scowl.

and as eddie smacks your ass on your way out, cocky about his little sendoff he had given you for the weekend, he can’t help but smartly say,

“have fun on your little date.”

[ediewentmissing]

“Bull-fucking-shit,” Eddie leans in further towards you from the opposite side of the table, pressing his rings against the wooden surface, “Everyone has a crush on at least someone.”

He’d asked you whether you liked anyone or not many times before, and each time you instantly denied his query. But he was right, it was bullshit. And he could tell. Usually he didn’t push, just changed the subject to something innocent, but today he was impatient, but he’d wondered what you type was for too long, and today, he planned to find out.

Although the chances were that you were into the mainstream, stereotypical, hot guys, Eddie had a tiny ray of hope that maybe he was your type.

“‘Kay, uh…” He thinks for a moment from across the table, then smiles, “How ‘bout a celebrity? Or fictional character?”

You sigh huffily, ignoring him and turning your gaze to the pile of homework you were supposed to be helping him with. He gets up and sits abruptly down next to you.

Eddie grabs your chin and turns your head to his face, and your eyes peel hesitantly away from the incomplete work to his. He’s got his puppy-eyes in action. His melted caramel puppy-eyes.

“Fine,” You give in, and he straightens up, excited, “I’ll compromise; I tell you a celebrity crush of mine, and you have to study,” You press a finger firmly into the pages laid on the table, “otherwise you can say bye-bye to graduation.”

His nods his head eagerly, awaiting your confession. You take a deep breath in, preparing yourself for the inevitable teasing that will come out of this.

“Kirk.”

“I require a last name.”

“Ham-“

He leaps out of his seat and jogs around the bench in a frenzy. “HAMMET? KIRK HAMMET?”

You nod, suppressing a laugh, because he looks as if he just shit himself. Maybe he did.

“HOLY SHIT!” He runs his hands through his hair in bewilderment, “THIS… THIS IS A GROUNDBREAKING DISCOVERY! I- I MEAN… CHECK MY PULSE!”

He grabbed you wrist, placing your palm on this chest. His heart rate was soaring, thumping underneath your hand.

“Christ, Eds! Calm down!” You pull your palm away from his faded Whitesnake shirt, secretly not wanting to, and he plops himself back down next to you. You begin to flick through the pages of the unfinished homework.

“So why Kirk?”

“Huh?” You glance at him, then back down.

“Why Kirk of all people? Most girls are into… What? Like, Tom Cruise? Brad Pitt, Ralph Macchio, Rob Lowe-“

“Hey, stop right there.” You hold up your hand, “Rob is a heartthrob, for sure, but doesn’t matter because Kirk is top-fucking-tier and beats, like, ninety percent of the competition.”

Your answer felt so close to home. Eddie was beaming. Kirk was a certified metalhead, so was Eddie. They had the same style, liked the same music. And they both had rocking personalities. You we’re practically confessing your love to him, and all of a sudden, Eddie felt like he actually had a shot with you. Maybe he bet ninety percent of the competition. It could be why you stuck around, because nobody else did.

[roanniom]

bestie you called, i’ve been thinking heavily abt virgin eddie who licks into you for the first time and makes you cum so hard u have to push him away bc he’s greedy and sloppy with it and you might pass away if he keeps devouring you like you’re his last meal on earth and you swear he’s lying that he’s a virgin, but the second you sink down on him, god, he’s practically a puddle and ur not even bouncing on him for more than 5 minutes before he’s shuddering and panting into your neck all “wanna spend forever tucked inside you, feels so fucking good. so warm. so wet, jesus, i’m gonna fuckin cum.”

k bye😭

Rachael. RACHAEL.

Everything

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Eddie Munson is 100%, unbeknownst to him, a Big Dicked Virgin™️

After he licks you like his life depended on it, you pull down his boxers only to reveal the most mouth watering cock you’ve ever seen. They aren’t supposed to be picturesque but Eddie’s? You want it inside you in any capacity immediately. But judging by the way he looks like he’s gonna combust from the sight of it in your hands alone (not to mention the feeling of you touching him) you don’t waste time in straddling him and sinking down onto his length.

Its an understatement to say he’s huge. It’s a stretch in the most delicious way and your eyes almost cross from the feeling of him hitting every single neglected part inside you. If he were a more experienced partner you would have begged for time to adjust. Would have needed the grace to compose yourself.

But the man beneath you is so absolutely far gone from the second you slide him inside you that you realize it’s all up to you. This sight of him absolutely fucked gets you wetter than you’d ever imagined, thankfully, so you rock yourself back and forth a bit till you work yourself up to bouncing up and down.

His fingers dig into your thighs, the meat of your hips, and his eyes are watery and wide.

“F-fuck it’s too good. You feel so fucking—oh god I can’t. I can’t take it. But don’t stop. Please-mhm.” A torrent of whimpers and groans bless your ears and you ride him in earnest, knowing you won’t have a lot of time to appreciate this quivering mess of a man before he blows.

You lean back and brace yourself with your hands on his knees and he watches your breasts bounce with each movement.

“So beautiful. Shit. I’m gonna…oh fuck. Can’t last—god what are you doing to me. Don’t stop,” he says again. Begging with his words and his eyes. His wounded puppy eyes that make you laugh because you would never dream of stopping.

“I won’t stop, Eds,” you promise. It’s a reassuring sweet sound, but you’re the devil incarnate to him with the way your hips roll and your tits entice. You smile. “Feels good?”

“F-feels like I want to buy you a ring and a house and a f-fucking dog,” he moans. It makes a zing rush through your heart but you suppress it and laugh.

“Yeah? My pussy’s that good, Munson?” you tease. He’s swearing under his breath as you ride him harder. “Gonna get me the white picket fence?”

“Fuck, yes. Yesyesyesyes,” he mutters like a prayer. “Gonna…oh god…”

“Gonna cum for me, too? That’s so generous of you, Eddie,” you continue to tease. His eyes roll into the back of his head as you lean forward to kiss his jaw. “Give it to me, Eddie. Give me everything.”

He cums inside you moments later. No longer a virgin, but newly a full devotee intent on worshipping at the altar of your body. You’d give him shit for the dramatics of it all, but he’s busy kissing his way back down your body so you really can’t complain.

[doubledyke]

next level ed-spressions in rock-a-bye ed

[eden-3000]

Loki Music headcanons

idk, I'm bored and procrastinating.

She's in a band!

And they play the drums.

Talking about the drummer in the band, Loki loves Mother Mother.

Their music makes him feel something.

In general, she either listens to grunge/ emo - rock kind of music or glam rock

Also very specific types of Norvergian-Mythology-Metal (only the kind that doesn't glorify Odin)

Loves Bowie and Queen

Knows all of them in person

Listens to MÅNESKIN

A LOT!

Her guilty pleasure is Ed Sheran.

At some point he gets really into musicals for a while

Cries whenever parents are involved.

(Remember that scene from Matilda, when the dad finds her in the cellar and takes care of her? Or Matilda in general. They cried during that whole thing.)

(Or in Hamilton, when Wahington calls Hami son? Or when Philip dies? Dear Theodosia?)

(Hazbin Hotel... More than Anything? Lucifer in General? Also Hell's greatest Dad and the way Alastor takes care of Charlie.)

(In Helluva Boss (I try to get to the point, I promise.) Moxxie's Dad? Moxxie's MOM!? The Relationship between Loona and Blitzø? Millie and her sister? (Also, lowkey obsessed with Asmodeus and Fizz)

(Last one. I SWEAR! But in SIX... Jane Seymour?)

Conan Gray (Family Line)

That's it. Bye <3

[verycorrectslugterraquotes]

You have a mouth, why don't you ask him?

Trixie to Eli or Pronto when interrogating a person

[ofstoriesandstardust]

so long, daisy may (lt. bradley “rooster” bradshaw)

a/n: anti-hero belongs to rebel but so does you’re on your own kid and i won’t change my mind. @struggling-with-delia​ has been here for every step and evolution of this piece and i’m truly posting this for her because i honestly never thought this would see the light of day. i am going to hide under a rock until further notice bye. 

summary: It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero. 

originally inspired by taylor swift’s “anti-hero” and “you’re own your own, kid”

main masterlist | top gun: maverick masterlist | same mistakes-verse | same mistakes-verse timeline

warnings: nightmares, blood, swearing, jealousy, insecurity, alcohol, brief brief brief reference to an ED if you squint, we were introduced to Petals in the my tears ricochet piece and there was popular demand for me to bring her back, i took some stylistic risks with this one, and it’s that this has no point of resolve and a very abrupt ending, if you hate this don’t tell me because i’ll cry

word count: 3,325

Picking up Bob’s wrist where his watch sits, you glance at the time, rolling your eyes. He looks down at your curiously, sipping his drink. 

The last thing you expected to be the topic of conversation tonight was her. You’d made the mistake of leaning over to your best friend’s phone, being nosy about what he was looking at on Instagram. There’d been a picture of your old teammate, Moonshine, as she’d taken a leave trip to New York City after the Green Vipers short trip to Miramar. 

It’s how you learned she’d been at Top Gun with your best friend the first time around, and subsequently your boyfriend. And apparently most everyone else too. 

The group had now been trading stories of their experiences will her, all glowing. It’d been at least a half hour of this, and you slowly felt like you were losing your grip on your sanity, what with the whiplash Coyote was giving you. He’d been there, watched her follow everyone else and treat you like shit, so where did he get off talking like this?

“Take it you’re not a fan?” Hangman smirks as he raises an eyebrow at you. You shake your head, running a hand through your hair. 

“Not in the slightest.” 

“Really?” Phoenix asks, leaning up against the pool table. 

“Why?” Your boyfriend asks incredulously and you glance at him, shrugging. 

“Just... didn’t have a good experience with her.” 

You didn’t talk much about how awful everyone on the team had been. They knew you didn’t like your old squadron but you were unwilling to detail just how badly they treated you. 

“Gonna need more reason than that, babe.” 

You turn to him. “Well, why do you like her so much?” 

He looks away. “You know... she’s a good pilot. Funny. Life of the party.”

“Pretty too.” Hangman comments, looking between you and Rooster. 

You glance at him. “What? Why do I get the feeling I’m missing something?” Coyote nudges Hangman, shaking his head. Phoenix coughs awkwardly, looking up at the ceiling. “What?” Your boyfriend shifts, setting his drink down next to the pool table, game long forgotten. 

“We... hooked up once or twice when we were at Top Gun the first time.” 

Oh. 

He carefully watches you, waiting for a reaction, but you don’t have one to give him, trying to not squirm from the slimy feeling slithering up your spine. 

“But that’s not why I like her. She’s cool, really good pilot. I don’t know, you don’t meet pilots as genuine and level-headed as her. She’s just.. she’s really... I don’t know, she’s cool.” 

There’s a prickling sensation, something you want to recognize as jealousy. 

You pick up your drink, knocking the rest down your throat. You swallow and set the glass down with a little bit more force than necessary. The noise the movement makes echoes in the silence of the group. “If she’s so cool, you should go date her instead.” 

You pull yourself from your boyfriend’s arm, slipping off the bar stool and moving away from the pool table. 

“Oh Rebel, c’mon, I didn’t mean it like that.” He calls after you but you ignore him in favor leaving the bar. Crossing your arms, you take a deep breath as you walk towards your car. 

Only a month or so in, and despite the years you’d known him, you wouldn’t call your relationship with Bradley anything short of new. 

At times, it felt like no place had ever felt more right than being next to him. At times, it seemed like everything had happened to lead you to be right here, right now. 

Other times though, it felt like one misstep would take you hurling back to the years of animosity. One misspoken word, one argument, would fracture the happy family and fragile peace, leaving your hands littered with glass as you did what you did best. 

Hurt them first, right?

As gross as the two of you were (Fanboy’s words), always so blatantly in love with each other, you were still unsure about if you belonged here. Belonged here, belonged with them, belonged with him. 

It had little to do with Moonshine as a person. You did have to admit, that when her head wasn’t up Ghost and Shadow’s ass, when she wasn’t constantly seeking the approval from others, she was cool. She was funny, was genuine. If she could get away from her “follow the leader” mentality, the two of you probably could’ve been great friends. 

But... You hadn’t been around for Top Gun with this crew. Most of them had known each other since then, and hell a few of them went all the way back to flight school. You were just as new as Bob and it still sometimes felt like you were fighting to earn your place here. 

You still weren’t sure you were cut out for this team, for what the Navy expected from you all. You still weren’t sure that one day you’d be turning around and heading straight back to the Green Vipers. The only two ties you had to this group were your best friend and your boyfriend and if they changed their minds about you... well, you weren’t a fool to think these people would still be friends with you. 

It had little to do with Moonshine as a person. It was what she represented. If she was so great... well, maybe she belonged in your place instead. 

You certainly didn’t disagree. 

- 

You sit at the bar, head propped up on your hand as you watch Rooster clap Bob on the back. He’s startled by the movement, dropping a few peanuts, but smiles the toothy grin at him nonetheless. 

You’d retreated to the bar twenty minutes ago under the pretense of getting more beers and it doesn’t seem like anyone had noticed your disappearance from the group. Hell, they probably wouldn’t have even noticed if you hadn’t shown up tonight.

Why had you shown up tonight? 

Penny’s making polite conversation with you as you sit there, and you thank your lucky stars she doesn’t comment on the fact that you are clearly uninvested in the discussion. Looking back to the group, you make eye contact with Rooster and you immediately look away. 

“Someone’s coming to talk.” She whispers and someone is as the bodies of Rooster and Hangman appear on either side of you. Your boyfriend sighs, settling down in the seat next to you, arm moving to settle on your back. You ignore him, continuing to sip on your drink. 

“You’re mad at me.” He says as Hangman orders different drinks from Penny. 

You swallow as Penny eyes the two of you, handing the beers over to Hangman. “I’m not mad.” You finally settle on. 

“Course she’s mad Rooster, it’s not cool to bring up a girl you used to bang in front of your current girlfriend.” 

“You instigated that Bagman, so shut up.” You say, taking another sip of your drink. 

Hangman raises his hands in surrendering, retreating the the pool table. Rooster nudges you, nodding his head back to the group. “C’mon, come play.” 

You shake your head, swallowing the last of your drink. “’M good.” 

“Honey, I’m sorry I brought her up. Know it must not feel good to hear about that.” 

“Quite frankly, I don’t care that you hooked up with her.” 

He nods slowly. “Okay... then why are you mad?” 

“I told you, I’m not mad.” 

He sighs, leaning his head up against your shoulder. “Honey, please just talk to me so we can fix this.” 

“I’m not mad; do you want me to create feelings that aren’t there?” You ask, feeling yourself starting to get defensive. 

“You’re jealous.” 

And he’s not wrong, not entirely, because you had been for a moment, but only before the insecurity had set in. 

You shake your head. “Not jealous.” 

“Well, you’re something because you’re been sitting over here for half an hour talking to Penny and you’ve barely talked to me all day.” 

“How do you know I’m not having an engaging, intellectually stimulating conversation with Penny?” He gives you a look that has your defenses rising up even faster. “Would you just drop it?”

“Are we gonna be good if I do?” 

You stand up from your seat, turning towards the pool table. “Yeah, we’re fine.” 

He groans. “That does not sound like we’re fine.” He calls, catching the attention of Fanboy. You slip in between him and Payback. “Rebel-”

“I said, I’m not mad and we’re fine. We’re dropping it.” He watches you for a moment, assessing if that’s really what he wants to do, but must decide from continuing the conversation, deflating down into a stray bar stool. You turn, grabbing your keys and jacket that had originally been thrown over the railing near the pool table as the team watches you. “I’m going home.” You say to no one in particular. No one protests or follows you as you make your way out of the bar, and it takes everything you to not let that sting as you walk to your car. 

-

Shutting the locker door, you shoulder your bag and slip your phone into you back pocket. 

“Hey, you coming to the Hard Deck tonight?” 

You turn to see Halo sitting on the bench, looking back to you. Phoenix turns at the comment, wet hair from her shower falling over her shoulder. Tentatively, you grip the straps of your bag and shake your head. “Nah, I’ve got a friend in town. Going out to dinner to catch up with her.” Phoenix raises an eyebrow but says nothing. “What?” You ask, turning towards her. 

Most days, you weren’t sure if you and Phoenix would ever be friends. Maybe the two of you could be amicable, friendly even, a few years down the road. Still, she’d grown on you and you had hoped you had grown on her but... it was tough. 

You knew she kept you at arms length, that much was obvious. Knew she was still Rooster’s best friend, didn’t trust you to take care of him, to not break his heart. She didn’t trust you and damn if that didn’t sting. 

Phoenix shakes her head. “Nothing, you just... don’t seem to be doing a lot of spending time with us lately.” 

You sigh, shifting your bag. “That’s not true, you guys were at my house on Saturday.” 

“Okay, let me rephrase: you don’t seem to be wanting to spending a lot of time with us lately.” 

“That’s especially not true, considering game night was my idea.” 

She eyes you for a moment and then glances back to Halo before dropping down to the bench. “Does this have anything to do with the Moonshine thing-” You huff, readjusting your grip again as you move your eyes to the ceiling “-from last week, because truly Bradshaw didn’t mean it-” 

“-like that. Yeah, I got it Phoenix, thanks. Look, I really gotta go-” She sighs, cutting you off. “What?”

Once more, she shakes her head, rubbing her fingers over her temples. “Nothing. Have fun with your friend.” 

You nod slowly, feeling your throat dry. “K, well, I’ll- see you all tomorrow then.” You wave, bidding them goodbye, as your back turns and head for the door. You blink back the tears threatening to fight their way over as you walk towards the parking lot. 

That couldn’t even be considered a fight, barely a disagreement between teammates. Still, you wanted her to like you so bad-

There was a sickening feeling of deja vu crashing over you. 

You never learned. 

-

The laughter ringing out made your soul feel lighter than it had in weeks as you sit across from your friend in some Mexican restaurant Google had recommended. She smiled at you as you looked down to your phone, seeing a text from Bradley, telling you that he missed you and wished you were there. 

“Lover boy?” You nodded as you lock the device and slip it back into the bag, returning your attention to your friend. 

“I wish you were staying longer than a night.”

She sighs. “Wish I could too, but I’m out on deployment for six months at 8 am sharp tomorrow.” 

A silence falls over the table as you fiddle with your fork, avoiding her eye. “Can I ask you a question?”

She hums an affirmative. 

“You went to Top Gun with them all, right?” She nods. 

“A few of them, yeah. Why?” You sigh, leaning back in your chair as she reaches across the table for another chip. “Uh-oh, is this the part of the night where you’re honest with me and tell me there’s trouble in paradise?” 

You roll your eyes, shaking your head. “What did you think of Phoenix?”

“Of Phoenix?” She asks, pausing as she raises an eyebrow. You nod. “I liked her. Very intelligent, very clever. Good pilot. Earned everything she’s gotten. Why?”

You shrug. “I just don’t think she likes me very much.”

“I doubt that. She sticks to the other female pilots. There aren’t many of us. And even if she doesn’t, what does that matter?” 

“She’s Bradley’s best friend and I don’t- I don’t know.” You mumble, cheeks going red. 

“What’s really going on? C’mon, out with it.” 

You sigh. “Um, last week Moonshine-” Petals makes a noise in her throat, rolling her eyes. “-got brought up and I found out she and Rooster hooked up a few times at Top Gun.” 

“Thought he had standards.” 

You shoot her a look. “And I just- I’ve sort felt like I’ve been on the wrong foot, with this whole team since I got here, and I just- I don’t think I belong here P. Maybe she belongs here instead.” 

“Belong with this team or with him?”

You groan, reaching up to rub your eyes. “Both, maybe? I don’t know.” 

She eyes you as you fall silent. The silence grows as she waits for you to continue but no words find their way to the surface. The waitress comes over, asking if you want dessert. She looks to you as you down the last of your margarita. 

“I don’t know about you, but I kind of want one of everything.” 

You laugh as the alcohol warms you. “One of both? Sure, why not.” 

You didn’t acknowledge the little voice in your head screaming at you that you didn’t need one of both, let one of any dessert, because you didn’t do that anymore-

Petals closes the menu, smiling at the waitress. “Can we also have another round of margaritas? Thank you so much.” The waitress walks off and Petals turns to you. “Why do you feel out of place?” 

“I just- I don't feel like I’m good enough to be here. And I don’t know, I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop with him, to fuck things up like I always do-”

“First of all, no you don’t. He is equally, if not more, responsible for your falling out. Second of all, and I’m sorry to be so frank with you, but the idea that you are not good enough to be with this team, or don’t belong with this team, is bullshit.” She puts her elbows up on the table, clasping her hands together. “If the Navy wanted Moonshine on this team, wanted Moonshine called back for that mission, they would’ve called back Moonshine and Coyote. But they didn’t. They called you back because the Navy wanted you. Bradshaw doesn’t want Moonshine, he wants you.” 

You look at her, struggling to allow her words to ring true. 

You deserved to be here. 

You were good enough. 

He wanted you. 

“I just-”

“Rebel, he loves you. Loves you more than I’ve seen another person love someone. Even back then, I knew. I know now. He loves you so honestly, so openly. He’d bleed open if it meant you’d accept his heart. Why can’t you trust him with yours?”

You make a noncommittal shrug, avoiding her eyes. “I don’t know... things are good right now, I’ll admit it. But they’re delicate. If I fuck it up, I lose everything.” 

She raises an eyebrow. “This isn’t just about Bradshaw is it?” You shake your head and she sighs. “Okay, here’s what I know. I’ve had my issues with Bradshaw. We’ve talked about it.” You nod. “Hangman’s an ass and I can’t stand him.”

“Yeah, fair. valid. I don’t like him either.”

“And for however much I like Phoenix, I know she’s still loyal to Bradshaw.” 

You nod, bottom lip catching in your teeth. “Yeah.” 

“But I know Coyote to be good people, but I also know you know that too.”

You duck your head. “Of course I know it P. They’re all good people, I think Hangman might even have a heart in there somewhere.”

“But?” She prompts. 

“But I know that I have a reputation. And you know, how do I... how do I ask them to keep taking hits because of it? How long can they put up with me before they get tired of it? I mean, you know it, it’s got to be exhausting defending me all the time, to have to have my back, to carry the brunt of my shit.” 

“What reputation do you think I’ve got exactly?” She asks sharply, eyes narrowing.

“For being a rule-breaker. For-”

She waves a hand, cutting you off before you can even finish. “You earned your callsign. And if anything, you’ve earned a reputation because you’re a good pilot. For being a good friend, for always having your wingman’s back. I know you think you’re asking a lot of these people but you’re not. You’re not asking a lot of them to be there, to be your friend. What you fail to see is that they want to be your friend. Bradshaw doesn’t want to be with anyone but you. And I consider myself damn lucky to call you my close friend.”

She settles back in her chair, eyeing you as the dessert arrives at the table. There’s silence as she continues to stare at you, even as you reach for one of the plates, ignoring her. 

Finally, she sighs. “You heard from your Mom lately?” 

You pause, eyes snapping up to hers at the sudden change in topic. “No and I don’t care to. Why the fuck are you bringing her up?”

She shrugs, leaning over the table to take the plate you’re holding from you. “Don’t let her dictate your life. You’re not on your own anymore.” 

-

The white of your dress was stained, blood seeping through the material, turning the creamy color to one that made your stomach turn. You wiped your hands against it, leaving streaks of blood behind, but never able to fully get them to become clean. 

You swallow, getting frustrated as you try so hard to rid yourself of the stain, of your mistakes. 

You had sworn your wouldn’t do this again.

“I knew you’d break his heart in the end.”

It’s Phoenix’s voice.

Your head shoots up, searching for her, begging for her to forgive you for hurting him first. 

You didn’t mean to-

The only one who’s there in this room of white though, is a figure you never thought you’d see again. 

“Mom?” 

She smiles softly at you. “It happened, didn’t it, honey?” 

“I tried, I promise, but now-” You look down again to your hands, realizing how red they are. Red with his blood. It had been his heart you’d broken. “I’m sorry, so sorry-” 

“Oh, honey, don’t you know?” You shake your head, eyes searching hers. “They never cared in the first place. All the bridges burned.” 

You swallow, fighting to stand to your feet. “No, they like me, they’re my friends-”

She lets out a laugh that sends cold straight through you, echoing and ringing out for miles through the space. 

[1luvcttng]

introduction… even tho i should’ve done this like… february…

hihi !!>_< i’m mik!! i’m on sh and ed tumblr :33

i don’t really post anything but if i do it’s usually random stuff!!

i’m not on tumblr a lot, i get my phone taken a lot so….

i’m 14!!! going into high school (freshman)

dni if : p3do (for obvious reasons), lgbtphobic, toxic, idk weird

I do block ppl so..

stuff i like bc im js so cool n awesome >_< :

music: metal(cool with all types but mostly nu metal), rnb, rock, grunge, hyperpop, odecore, soft rock, classic rock (kinda), rap, soft pop, alt pop, alt, emo, scene, vkei (just getting into vkei), vocaliod, idk wtv else..

MUSIC ARTISTS: korn, ICP, deftones, tyler the creator, lana del rey, Chappel roan, Billie, Mitski, Tokio hotel, slipknot, sleeping with sirens, pierce the veil, MCR, rebzyyx, Alex g, Radiohead, system of a down, limp bizkit, baby metal, Odetari, 6arelyhuman, Millionaires, Asteria, Ayesha erotica, Cavetown, Ghost, Childish gambino, Nirvana, Roar, MSI, TV girl, Conan Gray, Eyedress, Rammestein, the smiths, The cranberries, Mother Mother, Kikuo, Miku, Ado etc.

FANDOMS: Demon slayer, JJK, MHA, A Silent voice, Death note, FNAF, idk that’s all i can think of..

FREE EDIT IF UR READING THIS:

ik that edit was fire but it’s not mine!!! sadly i cannot edit… (i actually love shoya and bakugo sm)

HOBBIES: i play guitar and piano!! i like fashion, i read(sometimes, when im not in a depressive state, which i’ve been in since the last time a read a book(like april))

MY FASHION STYLE(s): Scenemo, grunge, mcbling, midwest emo, drainer, Morute, Lolita, office siren, Mori Kei, Dollcore, cutegore, Dark coquette (all styles r very cool!!)

MY FAVORITE SONG:

IM A F@T @N0R3X1C (68kg or 150lbs)

gw: 100lbs>=

i’ve been cutting, poking, burning since 2020 but been hitting, pulling hair since 2015 (so abt 9 years sh if u count that)

i’m clean of sh for now bc it’s summer and i’ve been caught three times already 😓

my pronouns r: she/he/they (or any doesn’t matter!!) i don’t really care nor do i side with one gender!!! i’m AFAB (assigned female at birth)

bisexual(if that even matters?)

lowkey raising a son (my brother)

family issues/ abusive/ DV household

I HAVE FRIENDS THAT R ON TUMBLR BUT THEYRE ON DIFF SIDES OF IT (smut and sims 😕)

DM ME IF U WANNA MOOT OR BE FRIENDS!! (either or we can play rblx tg😈🙏)

FOLLOW MY PNTRST: https://pin.it/6gTO2xl7u

i’m kinda into gacha still (but not like the weird side) the side where it’s just reaction videos for my fandoms so here’s my gacha character!!:

OKK BYE BYE!!!

[hahahmitski]

day 1 of recovery

If anything headcanons might make me feel better.

When no one suspects it Enoch and Claire pull pranks on almost everyone they know, and no one suspects a thing.

When Millard was reading books from the present he figured out that there where a lot of "queers" in the books that weren't getting bullied, treated like and disease and all that stuff. Then he found out being queer wasn't illegal anymore. He was a bit surprised but was cool with it.

Sometimes Fiona plays with Olive and Claire, and almost everytime she gets treated like a queen.

One time Miss Peregrine told Olive and Claire no more sweets until tomorrow, but then Claire and Olive stole one cookie each. (Claire was a "rebel")

Enoch has a locket of Francesca. Like those heart lockets with a picture inside. One side of the picture is him and the otherside is Francesca.

Bronwyn has star collection. She collects stars or just anything that looks like a star to her.

Fiona made a plant one time and Horace thought it was a vegetable and ate it. The plant was poisonous and Horace survived but is now VERY hesitant to eat vegetables or fruit.

Hugh had a popsicle (no bite just a WHOLE popsicle) and dropped it and cried the whole day. Fiona thought he was a wimp but helped him through the "mourning" nonetheless. Claire and Fiona gossip-ed about this and Claire couldn't help but laugh the whole time.

Horace asked Jacob what did "zesty" mean because while he was walking in the present some person called him "the Zestiest fruit they have every seen walking up the street." Jacob started laughing crying and hold him not to worry about it (he told Noor and she started laughing crying as well.)

Enoch had an emo phase once Jacob had introduced him to MCR.

Emma has an obsession towards dogs. Bronwyn has an obsession towards cats. Emma and Bronwyn share the images of funny cats and dogs together.

Millard is the "Um actually" dude.

Horace is a wimp but he like gore a lot it's kinda scary.

Emma has once gotten so mad that part of her hair caught on fire unintentionally. Like has hands didn't light it it just lit up.

Hugh really likes sad music. Either the lyrics is sad or the melody is sad. Metal, pop, rock, country he loves sad music.

Bronwyn contacted the locket person who did Enoch's locket of him and Francesca and asked him for a locket of her and her brother. She wears it 24/7.

Claire love the song "Punk fluffy Unicorns Dancing on Rainbows". That is the only song she will sing and everyone wanted to shoot themselves one they heard it for the 29th time.

That's all for now bye!

[thatcartoonnetworkblog]

Cartoon Network Friday Spotlight- "Rock-a-Bye Ed"

I remember watching "Rock-a-Bye Ed" for the first time and dying laughing at the reveal of Ed's "Mom". This is primo nightmare fuel, and I am here for it.

One of many season 3 highlights, in this ep, Ed has a nightmare where he imagines Johnny 2x4's head in the body of his mother, and now he struggles to see Johnny in person without freaking out. The only way to cure this is a taste of the hair of the dog, and you can guess how that goes.

I've seen every episode of Ed, Edd n' Eddy multiple times, but the show's elements always astound me whenever I put it back on. The jazzy soundtrack, lively, fluid animation and voice acting are on par with any other animated series, past, present or future.

[cherrysmokesaconha]

Ah yes. Ship opinions cuz why tf not

TomTord - 4/10 ermmmm no. I don't like it because of Legacy. But I really like their 2004, 2005 and EDE! Versions!! (For those versions, maybe 8/10!)

TordMatt - 2/10 I can't see it sorry. Also bc of Legacy LOL

TordEdd - 6/10 not bad! I don't really like Edd ships but this one kinda rocks

EddMatt - 6/10 I prefer it as queer-platonic... But not bad!

TomMatt - 8/10 yes!! The sillies!! :33

TomEdd - -1000/10 HELL NO. It makes me hella uncomfortable and I hate it with a burning passion. Specific artists and toxic shippers made me hate that thing so much. Sorry but I CAN'T STAND IT /neg

Polyworld - 5/10 not too fond of it

Now, the neighbors:

Eduarjon - 0/10 nuh uh

MarkJon - hmmm 4/10 not that bad

Markuardo - 4/10 also not bad

Polyneighbors - 5/10 meh

Any ship between neighbors and the main ones: 6/10 (I really like Tomuardo tho! I personally think it's way better than TomEdd lol but that's just my opinion don't mind me)

Eduarel (Eduardo x Laurel) - 6/10 kinda like them!! They rock

Now, the girls

ToriEll - 6/10 mhm!

TamTori - 8/10 I kinda like it

TamTilda - 7/10 yup!!

TamEll - 2/10 nop. Nuh uh

ToriTilda - 3/10 mehhhh

EllTilda - 6/10 not bad!!

PolyEllsworld - 5/10 not that bad

Any ship between Ellsworld x Eddsworld - 3/10 mehhhhh

Now, other people:

Kim x Katya - 10/10 my girls!!! :D

Kim x Katya x Laurel - didn't know this was a thing 8/10 sounds cute!!

And now, the ones that are my fucking favs:

2trenchcoat (2004 Tord x Guy with Hockey Mask) - 100/10 YES YES MY BABIES!! IDC IF THEY NEVER INTERACTED I LOVE THEM /POS

DeliveryMask (Delivery Guy x Guy with Hockey Mask) - 7/10 kinda like it!!

BobTord (2004 Tord x Loud Bob) - 9/10 hell yeah /pos

As you guys can see, I have a TERRIBLE taste in ships LOL

Might update this if I remember of more ships lol ofc u don't need to agree with me! (specially on my TomEdd opinion) just don't attack me or any other person and it should be fine lol that's all bye

[cryptid-killjoy]

Bastien mosies up to Frank before heading out on his trip because he felt like he hadn't nodded at him enough lately. Those eye contact chin nods were important to silent bonding folk like Bastien who went periods of time without verbal communication. He did more likes smoked together with loud music on, drove around with music on, played wack a zombie in the square for squares. They never really had to say much at all. Hugo and the gargoyles often did more than Bastien around Frank when they'd hang, maybe chilling with Tree. Hang as is Frank possibly literally hanging from something while Bastien sat and Bastien-ed smoking up while deeply conversing through his three rock friends. Meanwhile the Hunch nods, just nods and shares looks with Frank because Frank gets it. Frank seems to see them too, at least Bastien feels like he does. But, in this instance he was all alone, no rock pals upon entrance.

"Frank, Delta said it'd be cool to go off for some time as long as we take the generic wannabe Frank I ordered from Wish with me. She's not taking care of her. So I said cool. So she said cool bring us souvenirs. I'm thinking a real shrunken head if I can find one. I have a feeling she could make her own but I want to get her something special to the region."

Hugo suddenly pops up with librarian glasses, "How very academic of him." Victor while rolling his eyes, "Yes." Laverne: "Very."

"Anyway, wanted to say bye for now I guess. Oh, and enjoy your trip too. Delta mentioned something about Thailand, something about giving the monkeys a real dragon to ohm at. Whatever that meant."

--

Then after his quick goodbye to Frank to he set off with his family to the Philippines and ended up in Cebu City. When he first stepped foot out of the airport and took his first look around he could see the nightlife of the city in full swing. He noticed the amazing view of the Taoist temple with the dragons high above. "I bet Delta would like that."

The city felt so fancy and they'd even go to a luxury hotel to check in seemed per usual though it wasn't why he was here. He'd let Maddy handle the checking them in and all the such details. They spoke Tagalog here, but luckily it was quite normal for them to be versed in English for foreigners. So, hopefully they wouldn't bump into too much language barrier trouble. That said if either of them have caught on to any of Kuz's Spanish some of it sounds similar and they might be able to catch on sometimes.

He was sitting in the lobby with Frankie as his detail girl checked them in when he saw something that triggered the Jetsam in his soul. It was a pamphlet wall and one was for a whale shark experience and another was a sea turtle swim. Both were in big letters. Oh boy, this was going to get him in trouble before he left. He couldn't stop staring at the tourist pamphlets. He picked them up waiting for Maddy to take them to their luxury room to get settled in.

[karmic-vibes]

If I Can Dream

20 - He Can Redeem His Soul and Fly

art credit: @lazylittledragon on tumblr and lazyjunebug on twitter

cw: n/a :)

Year: 1994

“Okay, do you have your lunch?” Eddie asked.

“Yes,” Bobby replied.

“Your backpack?”

“Yes.”

“Your snacks for snack time?”

“Yes.”

“Do you have your–”

“For god’s sake, Eddie, she has everything!” Steve laughed.

“I just want to make sure… Do you have–”

“Eddie!”

“Sorry! Okay, pumpkin, ready?” She nodded. “Okay…” Eddie wrapped her in a tight hug. “I love you. Have a great first day, okay? I can’t wait to hear all about it.”

“I love you too, papa.”

“Bye, bug.” Steve hugged her next and placed a kiss atop her curly head. “I love you. Have fun.”

“I love you too, daddy.”

“We’ll be right here to pick you up after school, alright?” She nodded. “Get in there. Kick some ass.”

“I will, daddy.”

“Not literally, though.”

“Okay, daddy.”

“Bye, sweet pea.”

“Bye!”

She clutched her backpack straps and ran into the school, being directed by the kind staff. Steve leaned into Eddie and teared up a bit, wrapping his arms around his waist, clutching his sweater.

“Our baby is a kindergartner,” he sniffed.

“I know,” Eddie pouted. “Where’d the time go?”

“Beats me,” he sighed. “Okay, let’s go. We need to get you to the studio.”

Corroded Coffin’s tour was starting earlier than anticipated. To accommodate the venues booked, they headed out on the road starting October sixth and wouldn’t be back until the week of Christmas. Eddie demanded for his daughter’s birthday off, and with a lot of convincing, he managed to do it.

It tore Eddie’s heart apart when he broke the news to Bobby and had to tell her he’d be on the road for three months. She had never been without her dad for that long—she didn’t know what she was going to do.

Much to their surprise, their concerts were selling out. People were ecstatic to see a new, young, rock-metal group on the scene catering to the smaller, more affordable venues. They were four weeks in, and last minute, their manager booked them a show for Halloween.

“Um… Marty?” Eddie started.

“Yeah, Eds?”

“Why did you book an extra gig on Halloween? You know I’m going back to Indiana.”

“Not anymore.”

“What the fuck do you mean not anymore? It’s my daughter’s birthday. I’m going home to see her.”

“She’ll have more birthdays.”

“It was in my contract that I get my daughter’s birthday off. I read it three times over to make sure it was in there. Cancel the gig.”

“We can’t cancel now, we already sold a majority of the tickets.”

“Too bad. Cancel.”

“Eddie–”

“I’m going home for my daughter’s birthday and that’s final. Cancel the damn show.”

With much hesitation, Marty canceled the show to keep their end of the deal. On the thirtieth, Eddie was on the first plane back to Indiana. While he called Steve and Bobby every single day, he missed them more than life itself.

Capitol Records got him a private car from the airport to Bobby’s school. He surprised his daughter by picking her up from school that day and letting her ride in the fancy stretch car. Steve knew about his plan, and couldn’t help but get behind it—he only wished he could see her face when she saw Eddie.

“Papa!” she cheered.

She ran like the wind into his arms, lunchbox clanging against Eddie’s back as she leaped into him. He picked her up and spun her around, placing a million kisses on her cheeks. Eddie’s eyes welled up with tears as he held her—she had grown so much in such a short amount of time. He missed her tiny curls that smelled like cheap green apple Suave shampoo. He missed her infectious laugh, her intoxicating smile. He missed her big, brown, chocolate button eyes. He missed her.

“Hi, bug,” he finally giggled out a sob. “I love you.”

“I love you too, papa.”

“Let’s go home so I can see daddy. C’mon. I wanna hear all about your day.”

During their drive home, Bobby talked Eddie’s ear off, and he couldn’t have been happier. He was back with his girl, and he planned to savor every last second of it.

When they arrived home, Eddie fell into his husband’s arms, never wanting to let go. Steve cried into the crook of his neck, pulling him impossibly closer.

“Hi,” Steve sniffed.

“Hi…” Eddie whispered. “I missed you…”

The day went by in the blink of an eye—suddenly, it was Bobby’s birthday. This year, she wanted to coordinate her costume with Eddie. Eddie was a vampire (yet again) and Bobby wanted to be a pretty bat (she emphasized the pretty, specifically by adding a sparkly, black tutu). Steve, however, stuck to a pair of jeans and a sweater with a pumpkin on it.

Once everyone arrived for her party all, dolled up in their costumes, they jumped to cake right away, per Bobby’s wish. It was primarily because she wanted to go out trick-or-treating before really starting to party. Screw how conventional parties worked—nothing about the Harrington’s were conventional, anyways.

“Happy birthday, Bobby… happy birthday to you!” Everyone sang.

“Make a wish and blow out your candles, bug,” Steve smiled.

Bobby squeezed her eyes shut and once she thought of her wish, she blew out her birthday candles.

“What’d you wish for, sweet pea?” Robin asked.

“For papa not to leave…”

Eddie’s face fell, knowing he had to fly back out tomorrow to finish his tour. He held his daughter close, wanting nothing more than to take her with him. But alas, he couldn’t and she had to wait another two months for him to officially come home.

“I’m sorry, pumpkin… but papa has to go back to work tomorrow.”

“No…” she cried.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie teared up as he kissed her head. “Daddy, pop-pop, and gramma are going to keep taking excellent care of you. I’ll be back before you know it.”

That night, after she returned from trick-or-treating, and the party concluded, Eddie was in bed with Bobby reading her a bedtime story. He was putting on different voices as he read her an Edgar Allen Poe anthology. Steve walked into the room, horrified at what Eddie was reading their child.

“Ed, I think you’re scaring her.”

“No, I want more!” she yelled.

“Regardless, it’s time for bed, pumpkin.”

“But I wanna spend more time with papa.”

“I know, bug, but you have school in the morning.”

“But I wanna spend time with papa!” she cried.

“Let us just finish this story. Sound good, bug?” She nodded. “Alright.”

Eddie wrapped up the story within twenty minutes or so, officially tucking his daughter in for the night. Eddie joined Steve downstairs on the couch to watch a horror movie they picked out. Eddie leaned against Steve and rested his head against his shoulders. Steve picked out Child’s Play and suggested that they watched the trilogy, if time allowed.

About halfway through the first movie, the two heard a tiny sneeze come from the side of the couch. The pair looked to each other before peering over to spot Bobby sitting there with her knees clung to her chest, watching the film.

“Um… how long have you been there?” Steve asked. Bobby looked up to him but didn’t answer. He hauled himself off the couch and lifted his daughter into his arms. “You can’t watch that, love bug, it’s too scary.”

“But daddy, I love scary!”

“I know, but–”

“I also wanna spend time with papa.”

“I know, bug, but–”

“Please let me spend time with papa,” she sobbed.

Tears streamed down her face as her face was bright red from screaming. Steve’s heart broke as he glanced over Eddie, who was holding his arms out to take Bobby. Steve gently set her down in his lap and she curled up to his chest, clinging to his shirt.

Eddie soothingly rubbed his hand up and down her arm and kissed the top her head. He laid his cheek atop her messy curls, letting his tears roll down his cheeks.

“Baby girl, papa doesn’t want to leave either, but he has to for work.”

“No!” she cried. “Don’t go!”

“I don’t want to,” Eddie sniffed. “But it’s my job, pumpkin.”

“But why!”

“It just is, honey,” he sighed. “Stevie, do you wanna pop in A Nightmare Before Christmas? Let her stay up and watch what she can.”

“But she has school tomorrow.”

“Missing a day won’t kill her,” he whispered. “Please… it’s for me as much as it is her.”

“It’s also my birthday, daddy,” she pouted.

“Yeah, daddy,” Eddie teased, matching his daughter’s tone and facial expressions.

“Fine. But after that, it’s bedtime.” Steve finally caved.

“Thank you, daddy,” Bobby smiled as Eddie wiped the tears from her eyes.

Steve kissed her forehead on his way to go swap the tapes out. He joined them on the couch, grabbing the throw blanket on the armrest as he sat. He cocooned his little one as she snuggled up against Eddie, who was still gently rubbing his thumb along her arm.

During the movie, they all sang, Eddie doing his best to impersonate the voices. In the third act of the film, Bobby started to doze off, being completely asleep by the time Sandy Claus was rescued. Eddie kept her swaddled and brought her up to her room, tucking her into her purple dragonfly comforter. He placed a soft kiss on her forehead, smiling fondly at her, running his hand over her curls.

“Goodnight, pumpkin… papa loves you and can’t wait to see you again…” He placed another kiss on her head. “And don’t worry… I’m not going on tour again unless you and daddy can come with me… this is pure torture being away from you guys. I love you, bug. Sleep well, sweet girl.”

[doubledyke]

It's so funny for me, as a kid I used to think Eddy was the most masculine of the Eds, while Edd was the most feminine one.

Today, I say Ed is definitely the most masculine one, and Eddy... well, he's more masculine than Jimmy, what's I can say for him.

one time i said, semi-jokingly that i disagreed that edd was the most effeminate but lbr he is. especially by late 90s/00s standards, he's very swishy. i love that about edd, that he's uninfluenced by gender norms. outside of his chivalrous ways- what a cringelord- he doesn't care. he really just does what he wants without considering that something is "supposed" to be for girls vs boys.

and so does ed! especially ed. i always think about that bit in rock-a-bye ed where eddy's insisting that he doesn't care about "girly" stuff. then cut to ed who is about to explode just before yelling "TIPPY TOESSSSS!!!!!!" and yeah i suppose ed is the most traditionally masculine without having to try whatsoever. his interests are mostly those that are targeted to boys, etc.

with eddy i really do feel like it's a mixed bag. he tries really hard to come off as mr. macho, but there's glitter wafting through the ever widening cracks in his facade. but without getting too deep, eddy's baseline (coerced or otherwise) is fairly masculine, which makes his frilly moments stand out more. to me, rolf hit the nail on the head when he called him the "half-man, half-woman ed boy". eddy is a manlet of extremes and is gonna camp it up no matter how he's presenting.