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She earned this right, since all back to S1; LET THIS WOMAN KILL!

joyce byers deserves to kill someone

A few Chrissy - @quirly manips I`ve been working.... (recently they have just been lurking on my desktop and I`ve been really tempted on deleting a bunch of those and others more in my actual moment).

when you use my name in the tags i start twirling my hair and kicking my legs and writing your name in my notebook with hearts around it btw

Is it too much to ask for?!

sick and tired of living so fucking far away from my mutuals. but yall lucky for that, bc i would absolutely be on your doorstep every day just to hang out. and invite you to do random shit like idk go grocery shopping and to make me company while i clean the house or smth

bitches be like “time for a bedtime story uwu” and then log into ao3 to read some of the most unimaginably horrific shit anyone could possibly come up with (it’s me, I’m bitches)

Those are my holy trinity of Taytay songs;

Taylor Swift Songs

art: rothco

Do I actually want to write this fanfic or do I just want to wallow in the delicious daydream like a pig in the mud?

“daphne has no real character-“ shut up shut up she’s the muscle she’s the rich one paying for everything using her shitty parents money she’s a music lover shes a sports prodigy she’s a girly girl she loves to meet new people she’s the nicest out of all the mystery inc she’s a feminist she’s treats mystery inc like her sibling she’s an animal lover she loves fashion she’s daphne fucking blake and you will put some respect on her name

🪐 Tuesday wip!

"Isn't lovely?

All alone,

Heart made of glass;"

The Emperor Hux of Arkanis has been inconsolable for the last three days; not even his loyal best friend and general of royal army, Phasma, could cheer him up.

What has happened was a long awaited plan made by the rebellion, which culminated in the tragic loss of his first and only lover; Two days ago, he had to leave to deal with a few systems who had not already accepted a alliance with the First Order.[...]"

Life has never been the same since Taylor Swift dropped folklore

some things aren't even headcanons they're just divine visions and u have no choice but to accept them

Sometimes it’s best to just ignore canon or you will never know peace.

Isn't it funny how the man the town called a satanist and a demon, made everyone who knew him smile.

His friends at school always had a place to sit and eat and laugh.

The kids had a place to feel protected and play.

Robin had someone who matched her on a level of weird the others couldn't understand.

Nancy had an equal in a planner and a helper.

Steve had someone who had his back, who would pass him a flashlight, a vest, a shield, who made him laugh when he was in such pain.

The town wanted dead a man who's only crime was trying to make a young girl's night not suck just once. Who was punished for being different, a person who would've thrived if he'd just been given a chance, or had been born in another place or another time.

Steve visited Eddie's grave only once.

"Sometimes I'm glad you're dead, Eds, this town didn't deserve you anyway."

@taylorswift - End Game music video 🐍

Not me after months disappeared from this account, coming back only to deliver a new bunch of gifs from my favorite MV of Reputation.

Those are my favorite shots of Taylor in the mv 🤍

sorry steve was hilarious for telling nancy about his dream american life with 6 kids and then saying she’s the mother. if someone did that to me i would collapse on their shoulder laughing

A accurate description of me, since I was 12😶🥲🤣🤭

"you read a lot, right?"

"yes!"

"what are some books you've read recently?"

"uhh i don't remember"

Today is not a good day; I just want to disappear without leaving clues and find some rest, but that's not how the world works.

I fucked up real bad this time and just because I was selfish.

Guess I really deserve this, huh?

No friends to hug, no family to come back to, no house, I'm just empty and I hate myself for it.

If I disappear from here, it's okay; I just don't feel fine and my chest hurts, that's it.

Don't worry, I'll come back

reblog to give a lesbian a sword, a bi girl a dagger, and a trans girl a cool gun

Moon knight episode 4 + the songs that remind me of the moon boys!

First try in making a gifset! Hope I get better soon to work properly with the color correction tool;

New York Times workers are striking tomorrow for the first time in 44 years.

Tomorrow, December 8th 2022, stay off of the NYT website, don't listen to any of their podcasts, don't play Wordle, nothing

Larry: Attention all guests! the museum will be closing in five minutes. If you are present in the museum after closing you will be hunted for sport by the exhibits

The gays have three genres: Pirates, Cowboys, or Immortals

Taylor Swift about her creative process on Jimmy Fallon (2022)

Happy Halloween!🎃✨

May you meet Death today?

Made for the one and only @toguchindraws , hope you like it!

(got a bit carried while writing and finished doing three whole different versions about your prompt; also got a bit too long, I guess? Sorry for any mistakes; I tried my best to make sure everything is right and make sense, since it`s been a while I`ve wrote something other than essays in english.)

Part of the 2022 Hellcheer Gift Exchange, hosted by @helloween-gift-exchange

Tags: Scared mortal, Otherworldly chauffeur, No Vecna, The Mummy(1991) elements used, AU where death have diferent servants to take souls into the afterlifes, Egyptian Mythology, Eddie is Anubis, Chrissy can see the other side, sheningans ensue, Mentioned Abusive family, Chrissy make a new crazy AND powerful friend, Jason is going to places.

“When darkness falls across the land, the world turns upside down, in a mysterious lullaby;where death, his angels and other devils are all wandering out here  just waiting for lost souls.....”

Christine "Chrissy" Cunningham or as her boyfriend Jason calls, "Chris" always has some kind of "other side" problems. She could see when a kind of shadow with no actual form, started following people and when this happened; a few days or even a month later (just once, the most long and successful witnessed by her) the said person would die.

She started seeing them after her grandfather, by mom's side, passed away.

At just the age of eight years old, remembers vividly how in peace he looked, when he closed his eyes and the shadow came out by the wall on the side of his bed at the hospital; just stretched his hand in the direction of his body and a second later with a blink, disappeared and the machinery started beeping.

The following days passed like a blur, she remembers telling her mother about this and she didn't care; probably thinking this was just her daughter`s imagination and when her grandpa's funeral happened she saw more of these shadows gluing themselves into the adults steps. Gradually, she started seeing them more often to a point where predicting bad things happening around became easy as breathing.

When turned fifteen, she noticed there were some kind of dogs or wolves as they seemed to look, with various sizes just as big as cars and little as sheeps, with dark red glowing eyes. They could see her staring and usually would just sniff at the direction she was walking by , but never exactly bothered to come close or chase….

1986

Well, this was her year of graduation and everything was running smoothly - thank you very much - except today, for three single-headed and weird facts:

Waking up to a crow screeching in her window, he had red scarlet eyes and let out a scream before flying to somewhere;

Missing the bus to school;

Suddenly and without a thought accepting a ride from this dude who could be a psycho killer by the looks and his expensive car (a damn Chevy Bel Air 1955 Black and Chrome, that she only knew because of mr. Richard Harrington; who lives ten blocks away driving one around when he's on town)

Well, maybe this was supposed to be her bad day; the Universe surely loves her to make this happen! anyway, she trailed off in thought until hearing the dude at the driver wheel (to whom she didn't trade a single word with since entered the car, could swear was some kind of vampire by the pale-white skin tone and didn't even introduced herself) started speaking in this low and bewitching voice.

- Miss Christine Cunningham, what a beautiful day; don`t you agree?- his voice sounded kinda emotionless while eyeing her with a knowing smirk- guess I wasn't supposed to be here to take you. - Chrissy`s head started ringing a bell at this sentence and she almost broke her neck, turning her head too fast to look at him entirely - But my curiosity just took the best of me, I guess…

At this moment he stopped in front of the school and looking through the window, there was no living soul walking around with also a weird mist, blocking some spaces of the outside view. Which was surely weird because she saw the bus passing by and right that her house is the last stop, before the bus goes directly to school and the mist was just weird; surely there weren't any drop in temperature and the sun was shining very bright today when leaving home.

Okayyyyyy…. 

Maybe this was her year of death and not the perfect-graduation-before-marrying-her-high school-sweetheart, but at least was going to be happy very far from her abusive mother and ignorant/absent father kind of freedom. Except for the fact she traced her brother's fate and will let him suffer the same twisted shit as her. It's too late to regret now, she can only pray that some other biggest force helps him.

The man started laughing (this cute half sweet and funny, kind of) and she may have or may not hold her breath; while lost in thoughts waiting for him to recompose himself after getting out of her own head.

- I'm sorry - he says with a shining and charming smile,before turning to look at her (maybe she went crazy today, but his eyes were a red scarlet like the dogs but with a gleam of knowledge like the crow at her window this morning, at least for a second seemed). With a blink his eyes were this chocolate brown, but the gleam stood there, he seemed to devour every detail of her avidly. He just offered his hand to her and when she went for a handshake, he took her hand making the way to his lips and leaving a little kiss at the back - I`m sorry - he seems to say this word way too much - my lady; but how impolite of me, to not present myself correctly to such a sweet woman as you! - he still held her hand, but the compliments and too formal way of speaking made her heart beat faster, with a little bit of red showing on her cheeks.

 - I am Anubis, guardian of the underworld and one of death's angels…

 - WHAT?!?- Chrissy just bursts out, before containing herself and now scared with all her being. While the supernatural being in front of her just seems to enjoy her reaction and waits patiently for her to calm down.

- Exactly what you heard, my lady; - she still can't believe this dude looking like a rockstar, seemingly to just have got out of one of those magazines such as Rolling Stone is THE egyptian God of underworld and afterlife. Well, it's just like this old saying: “Never doubt a bad event, cause things tend to get way worse; faster than a blink of an eye”. Maybe she's just hallucinating the whole thing? She pinch her leg and yep, this hurts and she's surely awake.

 - Okay, so…. What exactly do you want from me? I mean, I`m just a mortal as you can see and I don't exactly have anything to offer out of the ordinary. - he raises his hand as a signal for her to stop speaking.

- Lady Cunningham, I know you; I've heard enough from the shadows, so many stories of you to just make me curious enough to plan, want to come out of my house and meet you personally. My subordinates are amazed by the fact you can see them and always wanted to come closer and speak with you; but that`s explicitly against our most ancient and important rules. I deeply apologize on behalf of them, if they ever scared you or even chased you around; they just didn't know what to do or how to react to you seeing them, unlike all the other people.- he never let go of her hand while speaking and seemed disappointed after speaking about this essentially -  But, even breaking the rules death gave us and all,  I'm here to also make an offer….. - he looks directly to her like there`s nothing except her soul and could read her deepest secrets without even thinking too much.

She is still scared, not only because he's an egyptian god but because the world out of this space seems to have stopped the clock of time and is very empty. 

- Eternity is something so boring, especially if you can't be seen by other people; so, what I want to offer you is very simple: you can spend some time and keep me company, when you're free from your obligations and in return I can give you rides to anywhere, at anytime - and there it was, the glint but this time; seems like some kind of trap or especially making a deal with the devil himself in exchange for her soul. - So, what do you say?

Well, this wasn't exactly what she had in mind when he offered a ride to school (more like a murder, to be more exactly). But at least he seems to be good even being a powerful god and seems lonely. Well at least she wasn`t trading her soul for some crap and maybe even win a true friend (who knows?);

- Deal. So I can pet the dogs,crows or whatever they are now and they will not try to kill me? - He tried to mask his laugh with a cough and it didn't work.

- By Ra`s sunglasses! PLEASE, tell me you didn't try to pet any of them? - he teased softly and humorously.

- Yeah, I did when I was nine, but it was JUST once!- Chrissy tried to hide her blushed cheeks and failed- So, you have a deal and I want to know, how will you contact me? and if we're gonna hang out, we`ll need a new name for you. Anubis is weird for literally anyone, except if it's a dog- he seems concentrated and trying to find an answer to both questions. Then he seems to remember something, searches his pockets, until he finds a ring inside his jacket and asks for her hand again with a gesture.

-Have you ever heard the story of a place called Hamunaptra?-she shakes her head in a silent “no” - It's an ancient city; now it's buried and forgotten in the Sahara sands; used to be my domain and was called the City of the Dead, used to be the house to my bracelet; An antique necropolis which was the final rest to pharaohs and their families. - he puts a golden ring with the format of a scorpion, with a jackal head with his sting ready to attack, in her middle finger - this is a little copy of my bracelet, with it you can summon me or go to any place where I am. - he gives her a little proud smile, while she just admires the ring and traces its form with the fingertips; before putting her own hand in chest and enjoying this warm feeling of matter to someone. But she fastly snaps out of her short trance to ask:

- What about your name?  we`re still stuck here. - sounding a bit impatient and worried, he just shakes his hand dismissing her worries. 

- Well, that's the easiest part; you can choose any name you want and it's fine with me. - she then remembers why she thought he looked a bit familiar, he seems almost identical to this man….but what was his name? Oh, yes! Eddie Van Halen. She snaps her fingers after remembering this. He stares at her like she's plotting some miraculous plan and waits for her to say something.

- Okay, so you`re gonna be Eddie. An old friend who lives in Chicago and is moving to Hawkins? - she looks at him to confirm and he nods a short “yes”.

- Sooo….- she tries to think of something else, like a thank you. But remain silent and just discard this thought. - See you tomorrow afternoon after cheer practice? - she smiles happy and he does the same.

- Yes,surely my lady! - he answers kinda excited - Oh! and I almost forget, just touch the sting of the ring three times and I will come as fast as I can to where you are. - he says, shaking his head a bit. He then snapped his fingers and smiled like a little kid, who just did something without the parents knowledge. - Now, you`re ready to go to your class and back to everyone, before they just panic.

With this, just as the world was waiting for a command to come back to normal. The sun shines once again softly against her face and all the mist slowly dissolves herself into thin air. She just lets out a heavy sigh of relief and opens the door, gets out and closes. Before going into the school building, she turns one last time and sees Anubis, or better, as he would be called now ; “Eddie” with the passenger window now open, sending a short goodbye with his hand. After she does the same, he yells:

- Say goodbye to Jason for me! - he uses his hand as a megaphone -  because he's literally not going to live enough to see tomorrow comin` - and as fast as he can; he just rolls up the window again, turns to the exit of the parking lot and goes away. While Chrissy is just standing there, in shock, not having processed the last sentence he just dropped on her; while watching the black Bel Air getting smaller in the distance and slowly thinking:

[As weird as this can be, I think we're gonna be great friends and well… I can deal with this shit after all]

Little did she know, after all;

they become much more than just friends….

Allies, Lovers - Soulmates.

OH.MY-----

THIS IS SO SWEET!!!!

Happy Halloween! My hellcheer exchange was to @alideities

Thank you to @helloween-gift-exchange for arranging this!

Prompt: bad boy with his personal angel

What a great prompt! It definitely suits eddie and Chrissy! Apologies for the lateness, but I got invited to a party last minute! I hope everyone has a safe, fun Halloween this year 🎃

Hawkins, Indiana 1986 Halloween

Eddie didn’t consider himself “bad” but most of the school did….and the teachers….and his classmates. He sometimes wondered if was the way he dressed, that he was from the trailer park, or some other factor—probably selling drugs, he concluded.

The drugs weren't why he was making his way to the office on Halloween, though. He was far too careful to ever get caught selling, and no one was stupid enough to rat him out. His boots were squeaking against the linoleum because he’d balled up the meatloaf on his lunch tray and thrown it at Jason Carver—the jock deserved it for shoulder-checking Henderson and causing him to drop his tray—and Eddie was ready to plead his case but was sure he’d still get punished while Carver got off Scott free.

He put his hand on the doorframe and swung himself into the office. He gave a smile to Mrs. Mackey, the secretary, and winked before turning to the chairs lined on the wall outside the principal’s door. was surprised to see his usual chair near the secretary’s desk occupied. Even more surprising was who sat there. His steps stumbled as he came to stop in front of Chrissy Cunningham. He tried to ignore how his heart sped up and adrenaline shot through his veins, because, duh, Chrissy Cunningham wouldn’t want anything to do with him.

He was about to take a different seat at the end of the row when she looked up at him. Her eyes were watery and her small shoulders hunched.

“You’re in my seat, but I’ll make an exception for you this time.” He smirked at her. She pursed her lips together and began gathering her backpack from the ground. Before she could move, Eddie plopped down in the chair next to her, tossing his lunchbox and backpack in the other empty chair.

“That’s prime seating. The cushion hasn’t lost its spring yet, minimal stains, and you can hear when Higgins is about to come out and ground you.”

“Sorry I took your spot,” she mumbled. She tugged her cardigan tighter around her body.

“It’s no big deal. I’m a regular here, so I’ll get it back next week.”

She snorted. Some of the tension that made her body stiff left, and he felt oddly proud he’d made even that much progress.

“What’d you do this time?”

“I’m sure you’ll hear about it later from your boyfriend.”

She raised her eyebrows at him before turning her body slightly to face him more.

“What’d you do to Jason?”

Eddie clicked his tongue and crossed his arms. “I might’ve thrown meatloaf at him. In my defense, he had it coming.”

He was bracing himself for the tentative warmth in her eyes to vanish and for her to be angry. Instead she laughed—a big, loud laugh that had her cheeks flushing.

“Was he mad?”

Pleasantly surprised at her reaction, he felt his shoulders loosen. “Oh, I think his face almost melted off.”

She laughed so hard so had to brace herself with a hand on his shoulder. He pretended very hard that it didn’t make his skin tingle through his shirt and that his brain didn’t go fuzzy.

“Well, thanks, I guess.” She wiped under her eyes, though there were no tears.

“For what? Harassing your boyfriend? I’ll do that any day of the week for you—for a price, anyway.”

“For giving my ex-boyfriend what he deserved. A hunk of meat to the back of his head.”

“Is that what you’re in for, Cunningham? Did you key his car or something?” Eddie would’ve loved to have seen Carver’s shiny car that often cut off his beat up old van with a fresh strip down the side. It was the most vindictive thought he’d had in a long time, but he figured the Carvers had enough money to fix it or just buy a new one, if the string of new cars his parents had had over the years were any indication.

“No,” she said with a sigh, letting her hand fall into her lap. He watched her jaw tighten before she opened her mouth again. “I cut class.”

He fought a smile because this was clearly a big deal for her. “Oh yeah? What’d you do that for?”

She shrugged. “Jason broke up with me, and my next class was with him.”

“Low blow, Carver. My harassment fee has been waived,” he mumbled.

“I just didn’t want to be with him. It was English with Corbin, and when she saw me in the hallway during lunch, she sent me here because it was pretty obvious I’d skipped.”

“Welcome to the bad kids club.” He playfully bumped her shoulder.

“I’m not bad!” She rolled her eyes, but a grin tugged at her lips as though the idea was a little appealing.

“Yes you are. This is just the beginning. You’re on the path to corruption now, Cunningham.”

She shook her head and worked her bottom lip between her teeth. After a moment she said, “Chrissy.”

“Huh?”

“You can just call me Chrissy, Eddie.”

“And here I didn’t think you even knew my name.”

“How could I forget you or Corroded Coffin?”

His heart soared. He opened his mouth to say something—anything, he begged his brain—but then the door flew open.

“Mr. Munson,” Higgins said. “Here again?”

Eddie popped up from the chair, scooping his things up in one arm.

“He loves me.” He winked at Chrissy, relishing in her blush, before saying, “See you around, Chrissy.”

Chrissy couldn’t really focus on her reprimand. Principal Higgins droned on about how she needed to be more responsible, she’s a good girl, yadda yadda. Her mind kept wandering back to the boy she had always secretly admired.

From the day she’d seen him on stage in sixth grade, part of her had wished she was Eddie Munson. Bold, brave, loud. But she was someone who nearly cried when getting in trouble for cutting class.

She thought for a moment about why Eddie had been there in the first place and felt herself smiling as she crossed the Hawkins High parking lot. Jason had definitely deserved that—probably more, but she couldn’t think of a suitable punishment for dumping her on Halloween and effectively ruining her plans and wasting a costume.

She hadn’t been paying attention and didn’t realize someone was behind her until there was a gentle hand on her shoulder. She spun with a gasp, only to find Eddie there with hands up in surrender.

“You good?” he asked.

“Totally!” Why was her voice so high pitched? Why was her breath coming faster? He was going to know she’d been thinking of him!

She cleared her throat and shifted her feet.

“What are you—” she began just as Eddie said, “You have any—”

They both paused. He motioned for her to continue.

“Wh-what are you doing tonight?” she asked, feeling especially bold. She clutched her history textbook tighter to her chest.

“Me? Oh. Uh. Just a party down at the quarry.”

“Can I come?” She wanted to jump in front of a car as the words slipped form her mouth. She felt her face get hot.

His mouth popped open in surprise, and she noted some red in his cheek.

“I—yeah—of course, but it’s not really your crowd, just so you know.”

“Can I wear my costume?”

He paused, giving her a thoughtful look, as though she’d surprised him. “Only if it’s cool.”

“It’s probably cooler than yours.”

He scoffed. “Doubtful, Chrissy. Very doubtful.”

And that’s how Chrissy ended up Eddie’s van dressed in the cutest cowgirl costume he’d ever seen—with pigtails for Christs sake!

She hadn’t gotten his Aragorn costume, and he’d resisted going into deep detail about Lord of the Rings, instead saying he was a knight. She’d smiled and told it was “very Eddie.”

They chatted until he killed the engine in a darkened field. A few of his friends’ cars were already there.

“You sure you wanna hang out with this crowd?”

“How bad can it be?”

That was what he asked himself from the moment she’d asked to come. This was a mixture of his Dungeons and Dragons friends and his…less mainstream friends. There would be drugs and drinking, both of which Chrissy had assured him she was fine with.

“If it gets too much, let me know, and we’ll get out of here, okay?”

“I’ve got you got keep me safe,” she said with a delicate little shrug before bouncing out of his van. He sat there shellshocked by what she’d said for a moment before grabbing his foam sword and following after her.

She trusted him to keep her safe, and Eddie would do anything to make sure her trust was upheld.

“Yes!” she yelled, throwing her arms up. Eddie’s friends at other end of the beer pong table groaned as she landed another shot.

She slung her arms around her friend’s neck. He ran his hand up her back, making her shiver. She pulled away and straightened her hat. To distract herself she stuck her tongue out at the other players.

Despite his warnings, Chrissy found that the friends here weren’t particularly rough and tumble. Sure there were more drugs than she was used to, but that was just to be expected with older people at the party. Surprisingly, Eddie hadn’t touched any drugs or drinks beyond the few shots the opposing team had landed during their game—and that wasn’t many.

“Your girlfriend is mean, Munson.”

She froze and felt Eddie do the same next to her. To correct or let it slide? Her brain told her to correct it, obviously, but she couldn’t get the words out of her alcohol addled mouth.

They were saved by a very drunk, very large man falling on their table. She squealed and latched onto Eddie. He held her as she giggled and stumbled. She was a bit more drunk than she usually got at parties, but she couldn’t help it. She’d had a stressful day, and somehow she knew he wouldn’t let anything happen to her.

“How you doing?” he mumbled.

“I’m good, Eddie. Really good. And you know what?”

“What?” He gave her a soft grin.

“I think I’m glad Jason broke up with me,” she whispered with a big smile.

She giggled again. She thought she heard him say something like “me too,” but she wasn’t sure.

Someone started up a boombox, and she gasped. She dragged Eddie closer to the bonfire roaring in the center of it all.

“Dance with me?”

“Of course.”

And he looped his arms around her, resting his interlocked hands on the small of her back. She rested her hands on his shoulders. The two swayed, staring at each other in a way that made her stomach flutter.

She was just about to maybe lean forward and place her lips on his when a voice broke through the music.

“Hey, freak! Get your hands off her!”

Eddie was convinced the universe hated him. Chrissy had been looking at him like more than just Eddie “the freak” Munson when Jason Carver’s hands were gruffly shoving him. Chrissy protested and stumbled. He moved forward to steady her, but Carver shoved him. What seemed like the whole basketball team stood behind Jason, forcing Chrissy to step backwards as they filed in. God, where had they even come from? It was like they’d materialized out of the dark.

“The fuck is your problem?” Eddie asked. He heard the music cut off and knew everyone was staring. Carver shoved him again, but this time Eddie grabbed the other boy’s shirt.

“Stay away from her,” Jason said softly. “I won’t let you have her, freak.”

Eddie’s vision went red. He already despised Carver, but his newfound protective streak of Chrissy had him pushing the other boy to the dirt. Carver yelped in surprise, but seemed too shocked to defend himself. No one’s ever fought back, Eddie thought grimly. Well, he’d learn a lesson tonight.

Chaos broke out. It was the misfits against the jocks. Fists flew, beer cans met heads, sneakers were lost to the night, and Eddie ended up straddling Jason in the dirt. He slammed the other boy’s head against the gravel and dirt before yanking him up by the shirt collar and bringing his fish squarely onto his nose.

“S-stop—”

He paid the plea no heed. Everyone thought he was so bad—maybe tonight he’d prove them right.

He landed another punch. He pictured the teachers nodding and talking of how Eddie Munson had always been a bad kid, how his mugshot was inevitably etched in his future. His chest was tight. That’s all he was to them—a future convict, a kid who’d never make it out.

As he raised his bloodied fist again, it was stopped by soft hands. He didn’t need to look back to know it was Chrissy because even without seeing her, she set his skin aflame.

“That’s enough,” she murmured. She pushed down until his arm fell limply at his side. She ran her fingers through his hair. “Let’s go.”

She stepped back, offering him a hand. The bonfire lit her up from behind, turning her into an angel.

My Angel, he thought groggily.

Without another word, he took her hand and took her home.

Hello! Your hellcheer buddy here one more just to let you know that your gift will be posted as soon as I get off work, so just about an hour and half! I’m going to read through and make sure there’s as few typos as possible and then post it here and tag you :) I haven’t forgotten about you, I promise!

Hello!

Don't worry, I know people usually have thousands of everyday responsibilities; so, I understand you and wish a amazing day (really hope you have a good day and very peaceful at your work✨️)

See ya in a few hours!

When tears for fears sang:

"It's my own remorse;

Help me to decide,

Help me make the most of freedom and of pleasure

Nothing ever lasts forever..."

I felt that and was just like having my heart being ripped apart, out of my chest by cold gruesome hands.

Hi! Your hellcheer gifter here! I’m popping in to say your fic is coming along very nicely!!

I`m happy for you and hope you`re having a nice week!

(I honestly can`t wait until 31st to read your masterpiece)🤍💜

That’s what I hope people take away from eddie. 

Joseph Quinn