It was meant to be Eddie Munson's year in the way that he would finally graduate and get to carry on living his life authentically, the way he wanted to.
It became Eddie Munson's year when he sacrificed himself to be the hero, despite there being no shame in running, to save these people who could have eventually become his friends, with a little more time.
I’m like 11 followers away from 300 and I sort of want to do a little thing since the other two giveaways I did completely got away from me and I’m too embarrassed to dive back in there.
I know I’m not there yet, but if you want to, you can drop an OC of yours (or someone else’s even, if you think someone else deserves a gift) with their faceclaim, fandom, possible love interest or other characters and their faceclaims, at least 9 facts about them (can be anything from hobbies to storylines to character traits), what color sheme(s) you associate with them in my ask box.
I would do either an aesthetic/moodboar or try my hands at a cover (because I wanna practice more)!
It’s open to anyone and everyone, all I ask is that you maybe leave a follow if you find yourself liking my stuff. Much love!
god i love reading wips that i haven’t worked on in ages but also i read this particular one that i’m very sensitive about and that is extremely personal to me and i just became emotional. now i can’t stop crying
“long hair on guys doesn’t make them less masculine. think keanu reeves, jason momoa, danny trejo, or the guy at your local dive bar who rides a motorcycle”
*the crowd nods*
“so long hair doesn’t necessarily determine masculinity”
as a kid i thought i would graduate from kid problems like cleaning my room to adult problems like jobs and taxes. but instead i have a job and taxes and still have to clean my room. cleaning my room is a lifetime problem. i will never stop having to put my markers away before bedtime. this is a rude way for aging to work.
I once had a landlord offhandedly mention that his mother had set this house on fire before. He and his wife lived on the first floor, and i rented the third.
Apparently his mom didn’t like his wife. So she set their house on fire. The house i was living in.
He assured me that everything was fine now and that this was years ago, just kinda laughed, smiled, and said ‘You know how moms are’
Yes. I know how moms are. I know how fucked up moms are as well. I have known many fucked up moms and fellow children of fucked up moms.
Attempted murder through arson is not typical mom behavior, even for a fucked up abusive mom
I'm curious. what job would you do if money was no object (you just automatically had an income you could live comfortably on)? including work like volunteering, studying etc. please share in the tags :)