Hello To The Three People Who Follow Me! I Haven't Posted In About Two Months For Various Reasons. One,

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also i've been making edits (which i'm not currently bc i got burnt and bummed out i guess lol) so if you wanna check out the stuff i make and have made, here's my tiktok https://www.tiktok.com/@quinnculkin

hello to the three people who follow me! i haven't posted in about two months for various reasons. one, i started writing and at some point i got discouraged so i haven't touched that for a while. also, got mental health issues going on which kinda intertwined with the whole writing thing. also, i kinda forgot about this account lol. anyway, i hope i get to get back to writing and finally posting at least one chapter to get the ball rolling. i was so excited to start writing in this particular way and i really hope i get to feel that way again soon. and, if and when the time comes for me to release what i've written, i hope it's decently received or at least received with constructive criticism lol

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You are my affliction 🪻

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here's a short list of headcanons i came up with for eddie and his weird girlfriend. i felt like the weird girls were underrepresented so i decided to write something for us lol

also i didn't specify a time for this. i was thinking the eighties when i wrote this bc i'm into that decade but you can read this with whatever time you're more comfortable with

so, eddie’s got this girlfriend. you. a freak like him and his friends; but not so much in the same way. while they nerd out on dungeons & dragons and lord of the rings (at least he does), you nerd out on horror movies and death. 

you’re so interested in it all. the movies are a comfort for you. a home you didn’t have. a belonging. with various stories and characters and the people behind them all. you can feel the love there. 

and death is just beautiful to you. doesn’t scare you much like it does other people. you find cemeteries calming, so you hang out there a lot. 

you aren’t very squeamish either, you’re alright with blood. fascinated by it, too. so most people find you weird. but not eddie’s friends. and DEFINITELY not eddie. he’s into horror too, but he’s fascinated with your fascination with the macabre.

you’ve been called goth many times before but you’re not sure if you are, you’re not really good with labels. you’re just… you. and you just happen to love black. 

and eddie adores it all. encourages it. he’ll plan picnics in cemeteries for you. he’ll buy you trinkets from antique or oddity shops as often as he can when he has the money. 

so you’ve got various animal skulls and vintage jewelry (and who knows what else) all over your house. 

if he doesn’t have the money, he’ll make you something himself. cards in the shape of bats or coffins or teeth or anything else like that.

he loves coming to your house and seeing all the flowers (especially red roses) wilted or slowly wilting away and placed all over the place.

he loves that you kept at least one flower from your first date in a scrapbook and he loves it even more that the rest of them rest on your nightstand.

thank you @storiesbyrhi for helping me out with this a little. and thank you to anyone and everyone who may read this and even like this! i'm pretty new to writing in this way. usually i write poems (i say very loosely) about my life and the way i'm feeling, etc. so please, bear with me lol

i might post this in like an hour or two... or way later i actually don't know lol. i'm like half done with what i'm writing and i'm just too excited to wait

in the process of writing more frank stuff. would tonight or tomorrow be too soon to post it after i JUST posted my last one?

YES he is a MASSIVE BITCH but hes also BISEXUAL and a PUNCHING BAG and ALMOST DIES AT LEAST ONCE A WEEK. AND hes my little meow meow.

POSSIBLY IN MICHIGAN [1983, CECELIA CONDIT]