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norrisreads · 9 months

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— NORRISREADS MASTERLIST (unupdated)

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mayaluvzyou · 24 days

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Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!reader

Warnings: Swearing, abusive relationship, subtle mentions of sexual assault, angst, kinda slow burn, pining, drug usage, f!reader, eventual smut, use of Y/N.

w.c: 1.8k

A/N: IT'S FINALLY HERE!! I know that the song came out in the 90s, but I love it so much and the lyrics are just so fanfic worthy. Btw this takes place in 1989 purely because I want it to. Also, this will have multiple parts !!!

I know this is kinda rushed but we're going to pretend it's not ♥️

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Today was the day. You had put off breaking up with your shitty boyfriend, Jason, for weeks now. If you had been dating anyone else, you wouldn't have hesitated to speak up about the issue. But, this was Jason Carver you were talking about. The school's most popular douchebag.

Everyone was almost always jealous of you for being Jason's girlfriend. Practically the whole school of Hawkins High was drooling over him, so, naturally they'd envy you.

You walked towards the cafeteria in a more stiff manner than usual. Could anyone blame you? No way. You were about three and a half minutes away from being the center of a new wave of drama, therefore you had more than enough reasons to be scared.

Taking a breath deeper than it should've been, you strutted into the cafeteria with the most faux confidence known to man- or to you, at least. Though nobody could tell you were feigning aplomb, it felt like you wanted to run out of there and shrivel up somewhere quiet.

You didn't feel like eating, so, it wasn't a surprise when you sat down at your usual table with no tray or lunchbox. Nobody seemed to notice. Jason certainly didn't.

Mere seconds after sitting down next to him, he uncomfortably snaked an arm around your waist with a smirk. He always did this. It was nice the first few times, but it didn't take long to get weird. It definitely was not as nice anymore. The two of you always sat at the head of the table, having nobody else directly next to either of you. This constantly gave Jason advantages, advantages you didn't like at all. One time, he made an attempt at touching you from under the table that was far from indisputable. The worst part was that you couldn't say anything about it. That was unless you wanted to end up bruised again.

Shuddering at the horrid memory, Jason started to speak, his hand now rubbing your side a little.

"Hey, babe, I was thinking of hosting another party at my place. You in?" He questioned, that disgustingly familiar smirk still plastered on his face.

"I- uhm..." You stuttered, unsure of how to go about this without the whole table hearing and going into a fit of whispers. "Just- c'mere- for a moment.." The tone you spoke in was unintentionally soft. There was no way in hell you'd ever raise your voice at him.

Pulling Jason along with you, you walked back out to the lockers closest to the entryway of the cafeteria, making sure there were little to no students roaming the halls for fear of them overhearing. "Jason, I just... I've been thinking," you took a shaky breath.

"I don't really think that this is.. that this is working out." You had never averted your gaze quicker in your life.

"Wha-" he paused, letting out an amused chuckle. "What do you mean, baby?" His smile was very slowly fading. He knew what you meant. No doubt about it. He just wanted to truly hear it from you.

"I mean I think we should, y'know, leave it here." The way you avoided the words 'break' and 'up' was so undeniably obvious- to both you and him.

"You're saying we should break up? Is that it?" Jason's smile had fully gone away, now replaced with a nasty scowl that made your heart rate increase. "You're saying you wanna leave me for some other dickhead?" With a snarling tone, his words soon became more rhetorical than ever as he shoved you into a cold, metallic locker behind you.

You gasped and winced at the aggression, though it was far from something new. "Jason, please! This is exactly why I'm saying this!" You retored, tears stinging and bubbling in your eyes.

"You know I'm the best you've ever had- and don't try and lie to me like you won't be choking on some other guys dick tomorrow!" Jason snapped back, the words hitting you like a ton of bricks. You wouldn't consider yourself a prude, but sex wasn't a frequent thing for you. It was almost entirely his fault that you knew as much as you did about it.

"Jesus fucking Christ- this is your problem!" You snapped back at your now ex-boyfriend.

"You get all pissed off when things don't go your way and blame it on anyone else but yourself! Just.. Just fuck off!" That was it. The first and most likely last time you had ever bitten back at him.

His immediate change from anger to both shock and fury in expression was enough. You ran off down the hallway before he could say anything more, tears burning and blurring your vision as they streamed down your flushed cheeks in warm lines.

You dashed down the hallway in uneven and uncoordinated steps, quickly barging into the closest bathroom you could find.

The door squeaked a little as it opened and closed. You went directly into the nearest stall, locking yourself in there for god knows how long.

Sinking down against the wall of the cramped bathroom stall, the overwhelming wave of emotion got the best of you. Nothing could stop the fact that you were full on sobbing at this point with zero care if anyone heard you.

It'd been five minutes. Five minutes of wholeheartedly crying your eyes out. That was up until you heard a familiar squeak. The bathroom door.

Shit.

"Hey, uhh.. R'you alright?" They asked, the only thing unusual about it was the fact that it was clearly a male student speaking. A male student. Why would a guy be in the girls bathroom?

You scrambled to wipe your tears and silence your whimpers, but it was too late. Someone had obviously heard you.

"Sh-shit.. Yeah, m'fine.." You somehow managed to mumble out in a small voice, just barely above a whisper.

There was a moment of silence. It seemed like he realized something too, though neither of you thought to mentioned anything about it.

Your eyes fought to find a semipermanent spot to rest for the awkwardly quiet conversation. They eventually landed on the pair of scuffed, white, Reebok sneakers creeping towards the bathroom stall you'd secluded yourself in. The shoes stopped moving about a foot away from the door.

"Can I, y'know, come in?- Or open the door, I guess?" The unknown student questioned, his tone uncertain whether or not it was a normal thing to ask.

The more he spoke, the more you felt as if you knew this boy. Since you didn't recognize his voice right off the bat, it was evident that you two didn't know each other too well.

"Uhm... I guess so.." You answered, the same level of uncertainty in your voice. With that, the door opened slowly, the anticipation to find out who this mystery student was becoming worse. Lo and behold, the schools freak stood towering over your body that was currently shriveled up in the dirty corner.

There was a subtle sense of recognition in his confused gaze. Did he know you or something? Of course he knew you. Everyone did. You aren't exactly a secret after being a school's most popular cheerleader.

"y/n..?" The boy spoke again, more confusion flooding into his single word than before he'd unmasked you. Everyone in the school thought you were perfect, not a single flaw in your soul. So, imagine the surprise of seeing you, crumpled up like a discarded note in the corner of a bathroom stall. Not exactly ideal.

You couldn't say anything. There was nothing to say. The most you could do was peer up at him with red, glossy eyes and mascara stains all down your flushed cheeks, limbs uncomfortably scrunched together.

"There is- so much to unpack here," Eddie stumbled on his words, eyes searching around frantically to no specific destination. "Shit.." His mind was running a mile a minute to think of something- anything to say.

"What're you," he took a breath, eye narrowing. "What're you doin' in the guys bathroom..?"

Your eyes went wide. As if this wasn't already an atrociously awkward and embarrassing interaction, he had to go and ruin it even more. He was unmistakably horrible at comforting people.

"Fuck!" You gave up, too much was happening in too little time. You let your head drop into your knees with another sob of more emotions than you could comprehend, and Eddie couldn't do much but watch your entire breakdown, making things about a million times worse.

Suddenly, Eddie acted on impulse, dropping to his knees to make somewhat of an attempt at helping you.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's okay." His hands twitched with hesitancy, hovering above your shoulders. Should he touch you? Could he touch you? What even happened? Hundreds of thoughts flooded his mind as he stayed there, unable to do much but stare at the way you crumbled into a shaking mess of tears.

Throwing all caution into the wind, he placed his ringed hands on your shoulders and just kept them there, hoping that would do at least a little good in trying to calm you down.

"y/n, look at me." His tone was gentle. The care in his voice clashed with his intimidating appearance. A lot.

Inhaling a shaky breath, you looked up at him with puffy eyes and trembling lips.

"D'you wanna tell me what happened?" Your brain went haywire at the simple question, but you did the best you could at remaining physically (somewhat) calm.

Wiping your stinging tears with the sleeve of your cardigan, you nodded softly. "Just- please don't tell anyone. I don't need everyone in the school to be talking about me."

"Pinky swear." He stated genuinely, holding out his pinky finger to you. The child-like way of promise made you chuckle just a little bit.

You took a breath to recollect yourself before speaking.

"I broke up with Jason."

"Holy fuck."

"I know- I don't.." You sniffled, reddened eyes filling up with water for what felt like the millionth time in the past fifteen minutes. "I don't know what to do, because I know for a f-fact he's gonna start some stupid rumor about how we broke up."

"Like what?" Oblivious to how insensitive that may have sounded considering the current circumstances, Eddie couldn't help but wonder what kind of shitty things the blonde jock would conjure up as a way of dramatic retaliation.

That was a low blow, even for the school's freak. At least that's what you thought.

Looking up at him with wet eyes and a look of disappointment, he immediately took back his previous question, scooting backward to give you a little space.

"Right. Sorry.." Eddie muttered an apology awkwardly, nothing but the chatter of students leaving the cafeteria heard between the two of you.

It took Eddie a minute-- or six-- but, he managed to think of something that he thought would help lighten the mood of the saddened cheerleader before him.

"How about we skip next period? Have a little fun, yeah?"

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This is such a short fic but wtv

I hope it was kinda enjoyable anyway 🫶

#Spotify #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #nada surf #eddie munson x cheerleader!reader #fuck jason carver #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff

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viendiletto · 3 months

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Elio Varutti

FederEsuli

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P. A. Quarantotti Gambini, La rosa rossa (1937)

E. Bettiza, Il fantasma di Trieste (1958)

F. Tomizza, Materada (1960)

F. Tomizza, La ragazza di Petrovia (1963)

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Pellicole cinematografiche e spettacoli teatrali

La città dolente (1949)

Cuori senza frontiere (1950)

Magazzino 18 (2013)

Red Land Rosso Istria (2018)

La rosa dell’Istria (2024)

#Esodo giuliano-dalmata #Giorno del ricordo #*Nella bibliografia ho incluso solamente le opere dedicate a foibe ed esodo (+ Spalato tanto per) ma c’è una bibliografia ricca anche sulla #slavizzazione asburgica di Venezia Giulia e Dalmazia Risorgimento e Fascismo (snazionalizzazione delle componenti slave; violenze squadrist #e non solo; invasione della Jugoslavia e campi di concentramento fascisti) che ovviamente non metto qui perché se parlo di foibe ed esodo m #fermo lì - però per chi non avesse familiarità con l’argomento e volesse avere una visione più ampia e completa della storia di quelle #regioni me lo scriva e provvederò.

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songbee-art · 3 months

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just finished huntress 1989. is this anything. pt. 2

miss sohee f/w 2021

um after i finished i was like “it’d look so good if i drew a crossbow in her hand” and then im like “does she even use one in this run” and then i skimmed through every issue and also i asked ireth and ireth like looked through all the issues and found one (1) single mentioned but im too tired to draw it now so whatever

#dc art #digital art #fashion illustration #the cuntress if you will #fashion redraw #miss sohee #helena bertinelli #huntress #the huntress #the huntress 1989 #dc comics

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deadpresidents · 9 hours

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which president met the most popes-john paul 2?

Yes, it's Pope John Paul II.

The first incumbent President to meet a Pope was Woodrow Wilson, who met Pope Benedict XV at the Vatican in 1919, so Presidents have really only been meeting with Popes for the past 100 years. So Pope John Paul II basically reigned as Pope for a quarter of the time (26+ years) that Presidents have been meeting with them.

But despite the length of John Paul II's reign, he didn't meet with significantly more Presidents than some of the other Popes. John Paul II met with five incumbent Presidents during his reign: Jimmy Carter, Ronald Reagan, George H.W. Bush, Bill Clinton, and George W. Bush (he also met future President Joe Biden when Biden was a U.S. Senator). Pope Paul VI, who was Pope from 1963-1978, met with four incumbent Presidents: John F. Kennedy, Lyndon B. Johnson, Richard Nixon, and Gerald Ford. John Paul II would have probably met more Presidents if not for the fact that Reagan and Clinton were both re-elected and served the full eight years in office (Bush 43 was also re-elected, but John Paul II died just a few months into his second term).

Here's a full list of which incumbent Presidents met with which Popes:

•Pope Benedict XV [1]: Woodrow Wilson (1919) •Pope John XXIII [1]: Dwight D. Eisenhower (1959) •Pope Paul VI [4]: John F. Kennedy (1963); Lyndon B. Johnson (1965 & 1967--a meeting which featured one of my favorite Presidential stories ever); Richard Nixon (1969 & 1970); Gerald Ford (1975) •Pope John Paul II [5]: Jimmy Carter (1979 & 1980); Ronald Reagan (1982, 1984, & 1987); George H.W. Bush (1989 & 1991); Bill Clinton (1993, 1994, 1995, & 1999); George W. Bush (2001, 2002, & 2004) [John Paul II also met future Presidents George H.W. Bush during Bush's Vice Presidency and Joe Biden while Biden was a Senator.] •Pope Benedict XVI [2]: George W. Bush (2007 & 2008); Barack Obama (2009) [Benedict XVI also met future President Joe Biden during his Vice Presidency.] •Pope Francis [3]: Barack Obama (2014 & 2015); Donald Trump (2017); Joe Biden (2021) [Francis also met future President Biden on three occasions during Biden's Vice Presidency.]

Interestingly, Pope Pius IX, who reigned from 1846-1878 -- long before the United States formally established permanent diplomatic relations with the Holy See -- also met four Presidents during his reign (more than any Pope other than John Paul II), but they were all either former or future Presidents. Pius IX met former Presidents Martin Van Buren and Millard Fillmore in 1855 when they visited Rome (separately) and former President Franklin Pierce when he visited Rome in November 1857. And Pius IX met future President Theodore Roosevelt in December 1869 when Roosevelt's family visited the Vatican. Theodore Roosevelt is actually the only person who served as President known to have kissed the ring of a Pope -- even though Roosevelt wasn't Catholic and was only 11 years old. Former President Ulysses S. Grant met Pope Leo XIII in 1878 when visiting the Vatican during his post-Presidential world tour.

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usafphantom2 · 4 months

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An F-14 from VF-211 taking on fuel from an S-3 from VS-33. (Circa Jan, 1989). The S-3 Viking was one of the most versatile aircraft to enter #USNavy service. In 2003, President G. W. Bush took a ride in an S-3, making it "Navy One" for the duration - a unique distinction.#avgeeks

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I think Harry from 2014 was more open to hookups with her than this Harry. This Harry is obv tired of hiding with someone just like she was tired in 2015 and she wanted to give herself a real try she just chose the wrong guy who couldn't handle her and everything that comes with her plus that was in 1989 era and everybody wated Haylor that time because of album and same thing is happening now (btw I'm not comparing TR and Calcium I'm just comparing two similar situstions I don't know her but I would never compare her to someone like Calcium)

I agree - he is not open to hookups. And even back then it was not something he wanted; it was his only option. Here are two lyrical analyses from the past week on two songs from that era:

Just a Little Bit if Your Heart

Spoiler: he was willing to swallow all his hurt for scraps from her.

Fool’s Gold

Spoiler: he felt used from the very start and common and unloved but didn’t regret loving her.

These don’t sound like happy times, besties. And we’ve all heard Satellite. Spinning out waiting and wishing for anything.

He’s been honest about being in therapy, and would wager that he’s talked about this and his lack of boundaries/willingness to take scraps. And how he won’t to it again.

Besties, we all care about this guy. Why would we want him to be treated like the protagonist in Tolerate It? Especially by the actual protagonist of Tolerate It?

His love deserves to be celebrated too.

And Anon - I hear you in that you aren’t comparing. You’re using CH as an example of another person with whom Blondie explored dating just as H is now with TR.

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newestcool · 2 years

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Linda Spierrings & Tatjana Patitz for Azzedine Alaïa f/w 1989 rtw ''Le Touquet'' Photographer Peter Lindbergh Source

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Martin Margiela F/W 1989 Scanned from Collezioni magazine via consumerwmn

#Martin Margiela

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The pool at Minsky’s, Las Vegas, August 1958. Photos by Allan Grant

Update: The women are unknown. The location was identified as the residence of Harold Minsky, 5712 Kelly Lane, which is now airport property. Our original article considers the history of another neighborhood known as “Naked City.”

The legend of “Naked City” – the neighborhood west of the Stratosphere – claims the area got its nickname in the 60s because of its sunbathing showgirls at various apartments.

The phrase “Naked City” was coined by photojournalist Weegee for a book published in the late 40s. It was turned into a movie, then a TV series – it became shorthand for a lawless inner city. The earliest this term was used in print for Las Vegas was consistent with this definition, a front-page Review-Journal story in 1982: “Crime is soaring in the once-fashionable area that is called ‘Naked City’ by Metro police …”

Originally called Meadows Addition, platted in the late 20s, and built up with apartments in the 50s, the neighborhood became geographically isolated as Las Vegas expanded in the 60s-70s. The rise in crime and “Naked City” moniker kept it on the front pages of Las Vegas newspaper through the 80s. Metro formed a gang detail to work the area of Tam Drive where 29 murders were linked to gang activity in ’82-83.

Some who lived in this area in the 60s & 70s never heard it called Naked City before. Sahara hotel dancer Gail McQuary: “It wasn’t called that. We had a beautiful apartment on Boston Ave and I used to walk to work.”

Others insist the legend is real. Former city councilman Steve Miller, who did not live there, says, “We called it Naked City when we were in our teens [in the 60s] because we’d see suntanning showgirls. I didn’t come up with the name, it’s just what people said.”

There was an effort to rebrand the neighborhood as Meadows Village in the late 80s, and Miller was quoted telling the suntanning story to a reporter in 1989, insisting the “Naked City” nickname was not negative. The neighborhood now falls within the boundaries of a larger area which has been called the Gateway District.

K. Lauer. "Naked City an LV Battleground,” Review Journal 6/20/82; L. Werner, R. Cornett. “For blacks, Latinos: A painful legacy,” RJ 9/4/83; “LV officials close park in Naked City,” RJ 10/17/87; D. Russel. “Naked city cleans up its act,” RJ 11/1/87; S. Whaley. “Naked City sheds its negative image,” RJ 3/8/89; M. Green. “Naked City program outlined,” RJ 1/13/93; W. Clayson. Cubans in Las Vegas. Nevada Historical Society Quarterly, Vol. 38, No. 1, Spring 1995; K. Zekan. "Tower rises from mean streets,” Las Vegas Sun, 4/26/96; Gail S. McQuary Interview (1997) by Joanne L. Goodwin, UNLV Oral History; F. Robles. ‘Marielitos’ Face Long-Delayed Reckoning: Expulsion to Cuba. The New York Times, 1/14/2017.

#1958 #Allan Grant #Showgirls

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