#Freddie Hawkins

[mikesbasementbeets]

#has anyone noticed any more of this imagery? i always think of the castle byers scene but i just noticed the second one #interesting that it happens as he's re-entering hawkins #byler #also nightmarish accident nightmare cycle something something elm street something... the freddy krueger of it all....... #mikesbasementbeets posts

[sandymysterytheatre]

*Basic Bitch

#captain marvel jr #freddy freeman #robin #dick grayson #stripesy #pat dugan #speedy #roy harper #sandy the golden boy #sandy hawkins

[weirdlookindog]

Tales That Witness Madness (1973)

#tales that witness madness #donald pleasence #jack hawkins #kim novak #joan collins #1973 #1970s movies #freddie francis #horror movie poster

[freddiemercurylegendabovelegends]

September 11 and 12, 1982 - Queens Story!

Queen perform at Irvine Meadows, USA, during 'Hot Space World Tour'

📷 Photo Credit Mark Milan

👉 Taylor Hawkins (drummer of 'Foo Fighters'):

"Queen was the first band I ever saw live. In Irvine, Meadows, California in 1982.

It was so inspiring that I went home and told my mother that one day I would play there.

So, I have to thank Freddie for helping me realize a dream"

Taylor Hawkins (1972-2022)

#freddie mercury #queen band #london #zanzibar #legend #queen #roger taylor #brian may #john deacon #hotspacetour #hot space world tour 1982 #1982 #freddiebulsara #taylor hawkins

[bringbackwendellvaughn]

#Justice Society of America #Sandy Hawkins #Power Girl #Hourman #Stargirl #Damage #King Chimera #Judomaster #Tomcat #Maxine Hunkel #Commander Steel #Lilah Sturges #Freddie Williams II

[destinationout]

"Thy mother mated with a scorpion."

Lawrence of Arabia (1962) Directed by David Lean Cinematography by Freddie A. Young

#film stills #lawrence of arabia #david lean #freddie a. young #peter o’toole #alec guinness #jack hawkins

[camyfilms]

SPENCER 2021

Hold on. Fight them. Be beautiful. You are your own weapon. Don't cut it to pieces.

#spencer #2021 #kristen stewart #timothy spall #jack nielen #freddie spry #jack farthing #sean harris #sally hawkins #stella gonet #richard sammel #elizabeth berrington #amy manson #james harkness #john keogh #ben plunkett-reynolds

[ceeespeya]

#foo fighters #2022 #rip taylor hawkins #taylor hawkins #dave grohl #Queen #Freddy Mercury #ff

[tkachukmatthew]

starter for: freddie savage ( @mysteryoflovc )

"freddie? what are you-- didn't you have a game tonight?" zuri's head tilts and she makes a show of looking at the clock in the hall. well past when he would have finished the game. "oh, i suppose it's over. did you win?" and she knows that he did but that's hardly the point. he likes it when she doesn't care. and it's really easy to act like she doesn't care about his job. so what if he's in the nhl? when he's in zuri's house, he's just some guy who wants to fuck her. why does it matter what his job is? she tugs gently at the knot in the tie of her silk robe, worn only because she knew freddie would find his way here. "did you want to come in or something? i wasn't really expecting a guest this late."

#speaks: zuri hawkins. #featuring: zuri & freddie. #mysteryoflovc

[letterboxd-loggd]

Spencer (2021) Pablo Larraín

December 4th 2022

#spencer #2021 #pablo larraín #kristen stewart #timothy spall #sean harris #jack farthing #sally hawkins #jack nielen #freddie spry #amy manson #stella gonet #laura benson

[laserpinksteam]

Film after film: Spencer (dir. Pablo Larraín, 2021)

Another atonal biopic by Larraín with a fascinating lead role may seem narratively unfocused despite its tight diegetic-time context, but it is what makes it adventurous and entertaining. Its cinematography is lush and editing very staccato. Stewart's usual emotional presence is interestingly contorted by adopting a persona, which, I think, she never did before, relying not on mimicry but on rhymes with the public person of the titular character. The result is, therefore, neither Spencer nor Stewart, but something entirely different and yet still hauntingly familiar. While being disappointed by the absence of Mica Levi, I was still appreciative of the score, authored by Greenwood. Hawkins is fantastically strange in the scenes she's in.

#filmafterfilm #spencer #pablo larrain #kristen stewart #sally hawkins #timothy spall #jack farthing #jack nielen #freddie spry #sean harris #stella gonet #elizabeth berrington #richard sammel #jonny greenwood #amy manson #james harkness

[weirdlookindog]

Tales That Witness Madness (1973) - Australian Poster

#tales that witness madness #donald pleasence #jack hawkins #kim novak #joan collins #1970s movies #freddie francis #horror movie poster

[eclipsedcrystalstar]

please for the love of god brain I already have a DCA CCCC Au I do not need a SB Gothic Whore one

#Hypothetically. Sun and Moon as Jekyll and Hyde. Roxy as Carmilla. Gregory as Jim Hawkins. Bonnie as Winston #Idk with Monty or Freddy for Dracula/Frankenstein #Chica can be the announcer. As a treat. Unless I want Solar to be the announcer #HYPOTHETICALLY #I do not wish to think more about this otherwise I might make the AU

[wastelandbabyblue]

Hi blue! I have a question! What is it with Vecna's wall clock?? Also why does he need 4 clicks/victims exactly to break hawkins in halves? Also, since he succeeded at what he did, that means that Max is like brain dead and noooo way can come back alive! Unless by some miraculous miracle Eleven digs deep in her brain and wakes her up. But i think in s5 Max wont wake up and might only communicate with eleven thro eleven's powers

hello! the clock is connected to his past and the house where he made his first victims (aka his family). i think it's just cause he needs enough gates to be able to create a hole in hawkins big enough to make damage. each gate is in a different part of town so when they all open it wrecks everything. and yeah idk lol in my opinion that was bs and they should've just let her go, I'm not sure what it'll happen now. maybe she'll wake up, but be blind or she won't and it'll go as you said. maybe her soul? spirit? will be like stuck in the upside down while her body isn't and so she'll be able to tell them things or she'll only be fully back once they kill vecna for good

#i have no idea what Hawkins map looks like thojfjf so idk if that's why #but i guess so? cause like chrissy and freddy he could've taken them at the school but instead did it in different places

[munson-blurbs]

Single Dad!Eddie x Fem!ReaderSeries

Summary: Fast-forward two years, and the little Munson clan is celebrating Halloween with some old--and new--faces.

Warnings: allusion to smut, a lil surprise...

WC: 1.2k

A/N: Happy Halloween! A gentle reminder that requests for the TUI universe are officially open. And thank you to @rip-quizilla and @the-unforgivenn for helping me with this little blurb.

Divider credit to @saradika

Autumn has fully settled into Hawkins, Indiana. The sun sets a bit earlier each evening; green leaves become orange, then red, then brown, before fluttering to the ground and being raked into trash bags. A chill hangs in the air, not strong enough to create frost, but enough to warrant a layer of clothing or two.

Lucky for you, your Halloween costume this year is a long-sleeved olive green shirt underneath a sleeveless brown house dress, high socks, and loafers. Warm, cozy, and perfect for pretending to be Misery’s Annie Wilkes.

Eddie strides towards your shared bedroom, a Ghostface mask pushed up atop his mess of curls. He leans against the doorframe and lets out a low wolf-whistle. 

You roll your eyes and grin. “You’re so full of it,” you laugh, adjusting the straps of your dress where they’re twisting on your shoulders. “This is quite possibly the least sexy costume anyone could wear.”

Eddie tuts, pushing off on his bicep and shaking his head. “It’s not the costume; it’s the woman wearing it.” His lips tug upward in a toothy smile. “C’mon, give me a little twirl.” He moves his forefinger in a circular motion to indicate what he wants. 

You oblige, slowly turning and offering a 360-degree view of your outfit. “How do I look?” you deadpan.

“Like you’re killing for two.” He presses a kiss to your lips, his palms resting on your rounded bump just as they have ever since you’d started showing. Now that you’re in your final few weeks of pregnancy, he seems to find an excuse to touch it every spare chance he gets. “You’re sure you’re up for trick-or-treating? If you’re too tired or something, you can hang back. Jeff and I can handle the kids.”

It takes all of your willpower not to let out a disbelieving snort. If the two men are engaged in conversation, Harris and Ettie could be halfway to Timbuktu before they even notice they’re missing. “I’ll be fine,” you reassure him. “Annie Wilkes wore sensible shoes, which certainly helps. Although,” you scrunch up your nose, “these are kind of uncomfortable.”

Eddie peers down at your loafers and immediately bursts into laughter. “Babe…they’re on the wrong feet.” He cradles your face in his hands and brings his lips to the tip of your nose. “Let me fix that for you, okay?” You sit on the bed while he crouches down, slipping off your shoes and placing them on the correct feet. “There ya go.”

“I can’t see over my belly!” You lament with a laugh, holding out your hands so your doting husband can help you up. “Thank you. I promise I’ll be more useful once I’m not pregnant.”

“I think growing a baby is pretty damn useful,” Eddie murmurs, thumb grazing your cheek, “not to mention how goddamn gorgeous you look while you do it,” he adds, a soft growl inflecting his tone. He would ravish you right then and there if Freddy Krueger himself didn’t appear by his side. 

“Is it time for trick-or-treating?”

“Jesus Christ!” Eddie jumps, snapped out of his lovesick stupor in an instant. His hand flies to his chest as his heartbeat steadies. “You scared the hell outta me, Har.” He takes a deep breath before answering his son’s question. “We’ll go as soon as Uncle Jeff and Auntie Viv and Ettie get here.”

Harris nods, the dark gray fedora slipping in front of his eyes. “I wish my baby brother could go with us,” he says with a sigh, swaying his arms back and forth. “When is he gonna be born?”

“Two more weeks until he’s officially due,” you report, gingerly caressing your bump and smiling. Harris has been asking about the baby’s arrival ever since you and Eddie told him he was going to be a big brother. “And then he’ll come trick-or-treating with us next year.”

He beams at this idea, bouncing up and down with enough energy to make you question whether he’s already started eating candy. “I...can’t…wait!” he exclaims, each word more breathless than the last as he acts like a human spring. “Do…you…think…he’ll…like…Skittles?”

Eddie places a hand on Harris’s shoulder to stop his movements. “Baby Brother won’t be able to have Skittles for a long time,” he chuckles, the dimples in his cheeks making an always-welcome appearance, “but if you wanted to share with me, I wouldn’t turn down some peanut M&Ms…”

“Nah, I’m good.” Harris says simply, turning his attention back to your stomach. “It would be kinda cool if he was born on Halloween, though.”

You wrinkle your nose. “But then I wouldn’t be able to trick-or-treat with you tonight,” you point out. 

“Oh. Right.” Harris puts a hand on your bump and speaks directly to it. “You stay put until I get my candy.”

Jeff and his family arrive thirty minutes later, clad in their Winnie-the-Pooh themed costumes. Ettie, held in her mom’s arms, is the titular character. Viv makes the perfect Kanga with a Roo stuffed animal hot-glued in the fabric pouch that stretches over her own bump. 

“That’s a good look for you,” Eddie snorts when Jeff walks in dressed as Eeyore. 

“Right back atcha,” Jeff retorts with a playful smirk. “You’re like a geriatric Ghostface.”

You and Viv share an eye roll at their juvenile banter. “How’re you feeling?” she asks you, strategically ignoring the way Jeff and Eddie are swapping insults. 

“Tired of being pregnant but terrified to give birth.” You laugh as you say it but your words are 100-percent true. As much as you’re ready to have your body back to yourself, delivering a baby is a daunting task. “How about you?” She’s due only one month after you are, and the two of you often commiserate about your respective pregnancies. 

“Exhausted,” she admits, right hand fingers digging into her lower back and massaging it. “Chasing after a two-and-a-half year-old while being almost eight months pregnant is not for the weak.”

Your lips scrunch up sympathetically. “I don’t know how you do it, honestly.” 

As if on cue, Ettie wriggles out of her mother’s grip so she can toddle over to her favorite uncle. Eddie scoops her up, and she greets him with an excited “hi!”

Tears gather at your lash line embarrassingly; the sight of your husband cooing over a young child has your third trimester hormones working in overdrive. You clear your throat and blink them back before anyone can notice. “Who wants to go trick-or-treating?”

Pillowcases in hand, Harris and Ettie cheer loudly as the six–almost eight–of you head out to take on the neighborhood in a conquest for full-size candy bars. You and Viv walk next to them; your husbands lag behind to lock the door.

“You ready to do this with double the amount of kids next year?” Jeff smirks, as Eddie turns the key and jiggles the knob to ensure no one can get it.

Eddie huffs out a laugh. “God, no.” He looks at his long-time friend and grins. “But I wouldn’t change it for the world.”

--

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie x you #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fanfic #fanfic #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things #tui

[shares-a-vest]

@steddielovemonth Day 10: Love is... Missing each other (Prompt by @lihhelsing)

wc: 723 | Rated: T for suggestive language & flirtacious banter | cw: None

Tags: Phone Calls, Rockstar!Eddie, Homesick, Eddie Misses Steve

Stevie, what are you wearing?

Eddie flips onto his stomach once he finally hears a dial tone. He didn’t think it would take this long, calling the concierge to transfer him to an international call, confirming his credit card and then waiting eons for a connection.

But fuck it, he misses his not-legally-binding husband.

It’s only been a week and the band has been killing it so far but…

Call him selfish, but Eddie misses the hell out of Steve, he is desperately resiting the urge to flee back to the airport and fly home. And he feels like a pathetic sap about it.

Maybe next time he should force the boys, their management and basically everyone around Corroded Coffin to set their touring to fit in with Steve’s school schedule. Yes, that could work – certainly much better than admitting how much he wants to be snuggled up in his comfy bed with Steve, drifting off to sleep together, hopefully without their cats bothering them too much.

The ringing continues and he worries that it is going to run out entirely. He bites at his thumb nail in anticipation – it’s not like he pre-organised this phone call and god knows what time it is in Hawkins.

“Hello?” Steve grumbles on the other end.

He sounds groggy with sleep, his voice a little far away as he likely fumbles for his glasses. Eddie grins and crosses his ankles, giddy like a goddamn schoolgirl calling her crush.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he beams, earning a whine at his equitable lack of volume control.

“S’early,” Steve mumbles, “Miss you.”

“I miss you more,” Eddie coos down the line. 

Steve huffs a laugh and echoes, “Miss you so much…”

There’s a rustling sound that follows and Steve hums.

“What are you doing?” Eddie wonders aloud.

“Getting comfy again,” Steve replies, “Closin’ my eyes and pretending you are next to me.”

“That so?”

Steve hums in the affirmative.

“Stevie…” Eddie purrs as he flips onto his back, “What are you wearing?”

“Sweatpants,” Steve replies, a smile evident in his voice.

“Nothing else...” he wonders.

“Nope!” Steve sounds a little more awake now.

“The barest chest,” Eddie continues, squirming around, feeling a teasing tingle at the thought – 

– Until the phone cord almost cuts off his air supply.

He palms around (though if anyone were to see him, it would probably be better described as a full-bodied flail) and tugs at the cord enough that something topples off the nightstand.

Whatever. As long as he can still hear Steve’s quiet and even breathing on the other end.

“What about you, Elvis?” Steve soon teases.

Eddie grimaces but responds nonetheless.

“I’m in my jeans,” he supplies, trying to remain at least a little coy, “And a t-shirt.”

“So, you aren’t ready for bed?” Steve teases, giggling out a little tee-hee that makes Eddie’s heart flutter – god he loves this silly man.

“Not until after I speak to you, precious,” he deadpans.

There’s another sound – like Steve is moving around amongst the bedsheets again. Eddie wiggles his brows and hastily hooks a finger under his waistband. But he soon scrunches his nose. He probably should have removed his belt and unzipped his fly during the never-ending dial tone.

“Shit,” Steve curses before groaning in a very unfun manner, “Oh no, buddy, c’mon!”

“What is it?” Eddie asks, propping himself up on his elbow.

“Go on, scram!” Steve commands, ignoring the question before whining again – one that sounds like whatever he is doing is an exercise in futility, “The cat won’t get off the bed.”

Eddie sinks back down.

Goddamn it.

“Which menace is bothering you, my darling?” he sighs, scrubbing his free hand over his face.

“Freddy.”

Eddie stifles a whimper as his heart swells. Of course, it’s the most adorable, scruffiest, wide-eyed and mischievous cat that’s annoying the heck out of Steve. A cat Steve himself only barely tolerates. Eddie can only imagine what Freddy must get up to when he touring.

“Fredrick?” he can’t help but beam, “Put him on the phone!”

“Eddie!”

“Please?” he begs, “I want to talk to him.”

“But what about…” Steve says, “Well, y’know?”

Eddie waves Steve’s worry away (even if he can’t see him).

“Keep it in your pants, Big Boy. We’ll get to that. Now put my son on the phone this instant!”

#this is only a suggestive little ficlet but it's under a 'read more' just in case #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie ficlet #rockstar!eddie munson #steddielovemonth