Agreed

I don't care if some of you guys stop following me but I agree with this person so much!

Couldn't have said it better.

so since i obvs 'like' billy i have the strongest urge to rant ab his character and the way the fandom treats him and people who think hes attractive bc.

ofc billy in the show is an awful person. hes a racist and a bully and just not a nice guy at all and i will never try to excuse that. however what people dont understand is in season 2 he was 17 years old. and not only that he was a 17 year old that has been abused almost all his life. your views and the way you act are hugely affected by your surroundings and so yeah growing up with an abusive and canonically homophobic and misognistic father will not be good for your own views on life. while this does not excuse his behaviour its an explanation, and it also means he COULD have been redeemed. he was a kid and all he needed was a good influence that stuck around and cared for him.

as for the way people treat his character its understandable to dislike him bc he is a pos however to go and call ppl who find billy attractive 'racists' is insane. hes not real for one and for another simply finding someone attractive does not mean you agree with their actions?? the amount of people who say he deserved to die is scary because he was barely an adult when he died and he sacrificed himself to save everyone like as much as that didnt make up for what hes done it proves he couldve become better.

another thing i really hate is whenever someone writes a fic or makes an edit theres always that one 'ew hes racist' comment. how about we not make people feel bad for fancying a fictional character !! its especially bad when someone points out his abuse and i see people saying he deserved it. yall are disgusting.

i find it insane that people have way more sympathy for karen, a married woman who almost left her family for a barely 18 year old kid, than billy who was an abused child. like genuinely the idea of that is so weird.

and also my biggest issue with this is nobody has a problem with 001 whos a child murderer and a man who wants to take over the world. or to go outside of ST, draco malfoy who got a whole side of tiktok yet is a racist, classist nazi who says slurs, and yet is one of the most crushed on fictional characters?? so its fine to like him or dabi from mha, or even bakugou from mha but not billy hargrove. thats crazy to me because how can you seperate fiction from reality for everyone but this one character.

i have so many thought ab his character honestly and i could go on forever ab him but im sick of going to read a harmless fanfiction ab him and seeing the tag full of people calling me racist for it bc again

hes👏not👏real

i will stop watching it for real

i don't care if 'one person isn't going to change anything' i dont wanna watch this show anymore

some of you will come at me for saying this but i think they should've stopped at season 4, today's ep could've been the finale. they already explained a lot and i think continuing it further is only going to bore the fans. at least im bored.

and i'll never forget what they did to eddie. they could've used the same 'im not a hero' line without killing him off. he could've been a real hero, he would've save the others and live. imagine eddie running to dustin telling 'i did it this time! i didn't run! who's the freak now suckers? I'M A GODDAMN HERO' or something like that. WE WERE ROBBED AND HE DESERVED BETTER!

the duffers are paying for my fucking therapy bills

how the fuck did they hype this character to the max only for them to kill them off immediately

the writing was so fucking cheap and predictable i wouldn’t be surprised if people stopped watching it all together after this season

This is going to be my motivation for this year (which is my senior year.) I'm going to graduate for Eddie and never look back.

Feel like pure shit I just want him back

Oh that's an amazing coincedence! im so glad that it was more relatable for you <3

Adopting a big dog with Eddie

Summary: A headcanon where the reader and Eddie adopt a big dog + my general ideas about him and pets. Just whole lotta fluff.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Gn!Reader

⭒ First, let's settle this; He is definitely a dog person. He has nothing against cats. In fact, he would love to pet them, if there aren't any available dogs around.

⭒ His goofy, sweet personality works like a charm when it comes to big dogs.

⭒ He always wanted to adopt one growing up but unfortunately, his dad was never there to support his wish. So when you went to him and asked if he'd want to adopt a big dog with you, he was over the moon.

⭒ He always wanted to adopt one growing up but unfortunately, his dad was never there to support his wish. So when you went to him and asked if he'd want to adopt a big dog with you, he was over the moon.

⭒ One day, you went to the Hawkins Shelter and looked at all the puppies until you found *the* one.

⭒ He was an Australian Shepherd with the cutest smile on his face, looking at both of you as you went to pet him.

⭒ He was wagging his tail to the right with a quick pace. Eddie became so excited and hyper, telling you 'Look, he likes us! Oh. My. God. Look at that cute little face!'

⭒ He quickly crouched in front of the dog and his hands went behind the dogs' ears, scratching there saying 'Hey handsome.'

⭒ After a few minutes of petting and whispering sweet nothings to the cute dog, Eddie ushered you to sit next to him. He was so happy; His eyes were beaming with light and he had the biggest smile on his face. Your heart melted at the sight and you sat next to him immediately.

⭒ He stopped petting the dog because it was your turn... Plus, he had to take a picture of you and your soon-to-be-adopted-shepherd to immortalize this moment. He thought that you looked too cute to be true.

⭒ After all the paperwork, you all went back to his trailer and you started to prepare a little sleeping spot full of pillows and a blanket for the dog inside. While you were working on that, Eddie and him were running outside, getting rid of the excess energy.

⭒ When they came back inside, you guided the dog to his sleeping spot and petted him until he fell asleep. Eddie was watching the two of you and thought of how lucky he got.

⭒ Eddie loves to roughhouse the dog and play fetch with him. In short: He loves to do all the crazy, energy-requiring activities.

⭒ Unfortunately, he isn't always available to go home right after school. Sometimes he stays for his D&D campaigns or practices with his band.

⭒ If he was busy that day, when he comes home; He makes sure both of your 'son' is taken care of and he makes it up to him, showering him with pets on his head, scratches behind his ear and cuddles.

⭒ Oh and also, Eddie's uncle Wayne loves the dog too and he was so happy to hear that both of you decided to adopt him together.

⭒ He knew how much you made his nephew happy and that you were the best thing that ever happened to him.

Author's note: I plan on making an Eddie taglist, would any of you interested in being in it? If so, let me know! Hope you enjoyed it and don't forget to check my other works.

Here is the first chapter of my ongoing series called 'your favorite song' which is also an eddie munson fic! x

dedicated to: @ches-86 <3

I'll write so many fix-it fics we'll even forget he's... yknow.

Thoughts…spoilers for ST 4’Vol 2

I know we’re all in a state of shock right now but as Eddie and Joseph fans can we please try to keep these fandoms alive? Eddie is one of the best fictional characters I’ve ever watched and Joseph deserves all the recognition in the world. I just don’t want to see these fandoms die off.

oh, this is bad, this is so bad. this is such a lazy, bad writing. killing yet another new character just because you are scared to touch the main cast, the boring, repetitive thing the duffers do aside, so what you are telling me is that the only possible ending for an outcast, a guy who takes a bunch of the same outcasts under his wing, who was hunted down for something he didn’t do – the only way to end his story is him sacrificing himself? for what? what kind of crimes did he commit that he has to atone and die? he ran away? oh, what an unspeakable sin! not to mention the amount of cliches they used, the ridiculous inner monologue on how he’s not actually a hero eddie was having right before he decided to run back to… i don’t even know what the purpose of that was. it was bad, it was unnecessary and it was cheap. i bawled my eyes out and i’m over crying about it - right now i’m furious. i’m mad because he didn’t even get to clear his name. even after his death he’s getting disrespected, his pictures mocked, he’s still blamed for something he. didn’t. do. nobody but dustin mourns him, nobody but his uncle cares and searches for him and honestly bless this man, he’s representing all of us. i’m so mad because no one but dustin remembers him. the rest of their squad doesn’t even mention his name! this is ridiculous, how could they not talk about him afterwards? it’s like he wasn’t there with them the entire time, like he didn’t just fucking die? what the hell is this reaction? or better yet the lack of it? so. fucking. cheap.

Get to know your buddies ♡

Thank you so much for tagging me Irma! @theold-ultraviolence

Favorite color: Shades of red, especially darker tones

Favorite time of the year: Winter! Fall is a close second.

Comfort food: Hmm, it has to be pasta with some type of melting cheese and a sauce that contains garlic in it. (Either tomato&basil or mushrooms) OR my shrimp noodle recipe

Do you collect something: Unfortunately no but I want to own a record player and vinyls someday.

Favorite drink: Green tea or coffee with milk and sugar

Currently reading: Anna Karenina

Last song I listened to: Come a little closer by Cage the Elephant

Last series I watched: Daria

Last movie I watched: I can't remember, not such a big fan of movies but I guess it was The Shining

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: OOh tough one. I don't like spicy things that much but sweet or savory?? I have quite a sweet tooth but I'll go with savory. (I like sour things too ahah)

Craving: Mint chocolate. Yes I love mint flavored things. Yes you read that right.

What I'm working on now: Unfortunately, school. But I'm also working on the fifth chapter of your favorite song series. I promise there will be a lot more action than the last chapter ;)

Tagging some mutuals: @slutscorp111 @witheringawayagain @theoreticslut @nobody-000 @eddiemuns0nsguitarpick @havingchampagneproblems @langdonsjoyy

Love this so much! Literally the cutest bucky headcanon i've ever read <33

「 halloween baking 」

bucky barnes x reader

request: no

warnings: alludes to sexual activities but nothing explicit is mentioned

-bucky loves watching you bake

-partly because he loves eating the treats you make

-& partly bc you truly are just adorable when doing so

-he’d happily sit and watch you back all day everyday bc it’s always enjoyable

Keep reading

Oh my 🫣🥵 Irma you've done it again, this was amazing!!

Wake Me Gently

Eddie Munson x fem!reader // 18 + minors dni

Summary: comming up on the anniversity of Hawkins' earthwake, Eddie notices a new twitch that's been troubling you in your sleep. One morning he calms you down by waking you up with kisses that soon turn into something more. ////This is a request from the lovely @eddington-munson but I accidentally hit 'delete' instead of 'post' like a jackass just when I was about to post it directly as a reply to your ask. The prompt was: unconsciously searching out each other’s hand while sleeping + sleepy kisses. Thank you for requesting, Tori!! words: 1k // CW: PIV sex, unprotected sex, morning sex, a little bit of angst but lots and lots of fluff. ST4 VOL 2 SPOILERS. fix-it fic. PS. if anybody gets the references of the place where they move and who these new metalhead friends are, I'll be delighted to know!

This is a new quirk he’s noticed. 

It started after…well, after the great cataclysm. 

After you’d emerged from the Upside-Down, rushed Eddie to the hospital along with Dustin and remained glued to his side until he’d been cleaned up and bandaged. 

When all was tranquil two days after, you were able to rest your eyes and feel safe enough on Eddie’s chest to finally doze off into a deep sleep in the hospital bed. 

Eddie had remained wide awake though – he’d just slayn hundreds of demobats yet he couldn’t kill those war flashbacks and the moments where he’d looked at the grim reaper right in the eye. It hadn’t been as badass of a sight as his favorite albums painted it out to be. He had been scared, like he never had in his life. 

Amidst that mental dialogue, he had noticed you whimpering in his embrace. Your arms shot out of the blanket, hands itching to grasp onto something as your entire body shook and your hushed whimpers turned into pained moans.  

He had tightened his hold around you, gently nuzzling your head to try and calm you down, but your arms outstretched more urgently and it wasn’t until he interlocked his fingers with yours that you were finally able to wind down slowly, with your breath coming back to normal and your body relaxing against his once more. 

After that, you hadn’t waited long to flee from Hawkins, leaving it as a figment of the past to start anew. 

You moved to Aurora, Illinois and were living in a tiny department in a decent neighborhood. Life was slow paced and step by step you nurtured your tiny square of a home into the cozy space you deserved after everything you’d been through together. You even lived in the same lane where this group of fellow metalheads broadcasted their own TV show from home, which you quickly befriended and with whom you went out to shows at The Gasworks bar.  

Recently though, Eddie had begun to notice that late at night, like clockwork, you started to whimper like you had all those nights ago at the hospital. 

One time you’d been laying face to face in bed and you’d accidentally slapped him in the forehead trying to seek for his hand; he’d quietly chuckled and captured your twitchy fingers in his until you calmed down. 

You did this sporadically, but Eddie never once complained about being woken up. He held you closer each time, holding your hand in a tight grip until the frown on your face smoothed out.

He reasoned that maybe you’d started doing this because the anniversary of the event was creeping up.

Settling you down at night tugged at the strings of his heart with equal parts of endearment for how you sought for him in sleep but also guilt for having put you through such distress. After all, you had gone out to search for him the very moment he had been declared a suspect of Chrissy Cunningham's murder and afterwards you followed him along to Hell itself just to make sure he made it out alive. You’re his hero. 

In tune with his poderning, you start to quiver in his arms, weakly at first before your arms are clawing at the sheets seeking Eddie’s form. He was spooning you from behind so he envelopes his arm around your middle, slots his face in the crook of your neck and blankets his front to your back before grabbing your hand. 

Outside, the sun is rising and timidly peering through the curtains, sweeping away the blue hues of the night with beams of white sunshine that turn everything softer. 

You shiver, instinctively squeezing Eddie’s hand in yours, making him shush you, murmur sweet nothings against your forehead. 

“I’m here, baby…I’m here…we’re safe…” 

His gentle words serve as a lifeline as you come back to the waking world and realize there are no monsters around you, no more darkness nor streaks of blood-red lightning. 

You relax with a feeble moan before Eddie turns you over in his arms so you’ll wake up to the shield of his chest in front of your face. 

His heart swoons over the sight that greets him: your sleepy eyes slowly blinking awake – once, then twice – before you nuzzle your head against Eddie’s front once more to try to sneak in five more minutes of sleep.  

Because Eddie’s such a little shit he won’t let you go that easily, pressing smooches along the crown of your head, your forehead and temples until he’s kissing away the sleep from your eyelids before going down to your scrunched nose. 

Now that you’re awake you’ll have to put up with his affection  – he doesn’t make the rules. 

“Eddie!” You push him by the chest but he takes advantage of you breaking into a fit of giggles to swallow the sound with his own lips despite your complaints. “Morning breath…” you sigh against his mouth. 

“So?” Eddie couldn’t give a single fuck about that  – he’s sure you’ve stuck with him through worse, like when you’ve had quickies in dirty bathrooms right after his shows when he’s all showered in sweat, when you kiss him after he’s been chain smoking out of nervousness, or when you stuck with him while he was on the run, hiding at Reefer Rick’s without a proper shower for days.

He licks into your mouth and merely rests his lips against it, not really doing much other than lightly pressing them to yours, exchanging breath and drinking in your quiet moans as if they were his first sip of freshly brewed coffee in the morning. 

You wrap yourself around him, clinging to his shoulder blades that protrude from his old Megadeth tee he uses as pajamas. He usually sleeps shirtless unless the crisp air from the last bit of winter likes to linger on some nights.

The rest of his body begins to wake as you languidly rub yourself against him to seek his warmth, hiking up a leg on the small of his back which he firmly grasps so you’ll remain pressed to him while he continues to kiss you tenderly. 

It’s a Sunday morning and there’s nowhere else to be; it’s a morning faraway from the urgency of last year’s peril and Eddie takes advantage of the kind of leisure you have been granted where once he thought he wouldn’t survive the year of 1986. 

The hand that had been supporting your leg moves over to your lower back, adding more pressure to his rutting against your core while he kisses you. 

“Eddie…” you whine against his mouth, lips joined only by a frail string of saliva. 

“Let go, baby, I’m here…we’re safe,” He whispers, more out of reassurance for the both of you rather than seduction. It’s a gentle kind of mood this morning. 

You free his erection from his boxers and slowly glide his silky head all over your wet folds, eliciting a deep groan right out of Eddie’s chest before he joins your hand where it’s wrapped around the base and guides his cock, inch by tantalizing inch inside you until he bottoms out.  

He doesn’t move immediately – seeks your lips again, serenely switching between exploring the inside of your mouth with his tongue and nibbling your bottom lip before sucking on it, hissing each time he feels a contraction of your walls squeezing his cock, enveloped by your heat. 

It’s when he feels you scratching the nape of his neck and entangling your fingers amidst his heap of frizzy curls that he starts to move his hips, planting one foot on the bed to keep his thrusts in a slow, deliberate pace. 

The time you spend interlocked with one another seems endless; all else dims except for your hushed moans and sighs, the wet sounds of your tongues as they trace each other’s lips, as you bite and suck on the sides of your necks and earlobes, as well as the juices that Eddie pumps right out of you, dripping down your thighs each time the head of his cock grazes your g-spot and the subtle slaps of skin against skin as he rams into you. 

He can hear the sound of his heartbeat ringing in his ears which compels him to augment the speed of his thrusts just enough to feed that fuzzy feeling that’s overflowing from deep within his core and extending all over his skin leaving behind goosebumps.

He’s moaning and moaning and moaning your name, the faster he goes, and now he’s the one that needs your hand for support.

He grabs it and pins you down on your back to plunge himself all the more deeper without breaking his steady pace. 

“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie…” you quietly chant, over and over against his lips. One hand you squeeze, soothing his knuckles, while the other travels down to rub your clit in wide, urgent circles. 

“I got you (Y/N). You’re safe, let go…cum with me…” 

“I know you do, Eddie, I know…ohh…” 

You both cum with a shared grunt against each other’s mouths; it’s one of those prolonged orgasms that start as a tiny flicker that pulses and pulses and pulses in crescendo until you’re sent out of orbit, suspended in a sea of stars and never ending pleasure. 

You’re pulling yourselves closer to one another to ride that lightning and hold on until the thrumming within you starts to recede. 

Eddie grins on your lips, making both of you chuckle in a sleepy daze.

He doesn’t pull out of you for a long while, cradling your face in his hands to kiss you with more determination now that you’re fully awake. 

“I’m here,”  He reaffirms, staring intently at you with all the conviction he can express through his big doe eyes. “We’re safe.”

“I know, Eddie,” you nod and give him one last peck on the lips, placing your palms atop his hands where they lay against your cheeks. "We're finally safe."

Joseph “Don’t Be Suspicious” Quinn