#no jewellery on sabbath

[that-cunning-witch]

Seventh Day Adventists want to be Jewish so bad but the SDA isn't ready to hear that

#this is coming from someone who is ex-adventist #i was raised sda #i know what i'm talking about #worship on saturday #no pork #sunset to sunset time #huge importance of the old testament #no jewellery on sabbath #sda #seventh day adventist #judaism #jewish

[lamaisongaga]

INSTAGRAM CHIC: LADY GAGA WORKS THE STUDIO IN VINTAGE BLACK SABBATH

Lady Gaga unveiled a series of three photos capturing her creative process while working on her latest album at Shangri-La Studios in Malibu. Take a peek at her attire for this recording session!

Amidst the creative whirlwind of the studio, Gaga stands as a vision of fearless fashion.

Wrapped in the nostalgia of a vintage Black Sabbath 1981 "Mob Rules" tee, she exudes an aura of rock ‘n’ roll history. It’s just one piece in her vast collection of vintage band tees, each garment a cherished artifact in her sartorial journey.

Gaga accessorized her studio look with the Sif Jakobs Jewellery Medio Pianura sterling silver single link earring from the "Capri" collection (€128.52).

Shop:

Sif Jakobs Jewellery "Pianura" Earring (€128.52)

The juxtaposition of the old and the new is a signature move, as evidenced by her choice to pair the vintage tee with the contemporary Nike x Billie Eilish collaboration Air Force 1 Sequoia low suede sneakers with argyle stitching ($172).

Shop.

Nike x Billie Eilish "Air Force 1 Sequoia" Sneakers ($172.00)

#February 2024 #tops #merchandise #Black Sabbath #jewelry #Sif Jakobs Jewellery #sneakers #Nike

[loveronlineee]

The Freak and the Freakette (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Masterlist 

Eddie Munson x Reader (She/Her)

Warnings: Swearing, a little violence?

Synopsis: As Y/N explores her new found love for metal, her friendship with Eddie grows. But after an altercation with Jason, the two are branded with a label that’ll band them together forever

Y/N notes: none

Heyo Willow here! This is a mix of three requests I got from @noa-keselman , @reasontobebeautiful​ and an anon. I took elements from all and put ‘em together so I hope that’s okay guys!

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Y/N walked into the lunch hall like she did every day and grabbed a tray. Joining the line of other students, she looked around. Everyone was at their usual tables. Jocks, band kids, party people…

Y/N didn’t really fit into a click. She got along with almost everyone on a certain level, but not enough to be labeled as one of them. Although more recently, people who used to be friendly to her were starting to avoid her.

Y/N knew why. Every week she seemed to look more and more like the resident freak, Eddie Munson. She had a couple classes with him and they had gotten to know each other a little. Y/N had never met a metal head before, and she didn’t realise until Eddie that she was quite a fan of the look.

It started small, buying a pair of ripped blue jeans. Adding a chain and some jewellery. Then it was the leather jacket. The amount of black items in her wardrobe continued to increase.

She’ll never forget the look on the cheerleader’s face when she asked Y/N what she was listening to on her Walkman and she replied with Black Sabbath.

Not that Y/N really cared. She was just happy to be finding things she liked.

She got got her lunch and began walking towards the tables. Y/N knew the usual empty spots well. The people with smaller friend groups never mind if she sat at their table with them. Heading towards an empty spot, she suddenly felt a presence on her right. She didn’t even need to look up to know who it was.

“Hello Eddie.”

“Hey Y/N I couldn’t help but notice…” The metal head began, moving his arms around. “…this week’s change in your appearance.”

“Yes?” Y/N said, already knowing where this was going. She sat down at the end of a table, Eddie sitting down opposite her.

He leant on his elbows, his two pointer fingers over his lips. He leaned his arms forward, looking at the top of her head.

“Your hair…” He looked back down at Y/N. “It’s looking strangely familiar.” A grin creeped onto his face. Y/N could help the small smile appearing on her own.

“Is it now?” Y/N replied, seeing how long he would stretch this out for.

Y/N had a lot of time for Eddie. He was funny and weird and always completely himself. Like her, he didn’t seem to care about the social hierarchy at school. And he was elated that Y/N seemed to be becoming a metal head like him.

“Yeah it’s like, looking in a funhouse mirror.” Eddie tilted his head comically. Y/N copied him, making him chuckle.

“Oi freak!” Jason stormed over. “Stick to your own goddamn table.” He spat. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and watched the boys interact. She avoided these arguments when she could but today, for whatever reason, Jason was pissing her off more than usual.

“Jason. He’s just sitting here.” Y/N calmly replied.

“Y/N can’t you see he’s freaking out the other students!” Y/N looked around. A couple of student were giving side glances but she couldn’t tell if they were to Eddie, or Jason’s outburst.

“He’s not doing anything, why are you making up problems?” Y/N asked, slightly annoyed.

“Yeah.” Eddie added. “So why don’t you go back to your own table with the meatheads?” He said in a low tone, leaning closer to Jason.

“Oh you’re gonna get it now.” Jason took a step back, hyping himself up. Eddie stood up. The surrounding students were catching on and began to watch. “I’ve been waiting a long time for this one FREAK!”

“Well come on then!” Eddie egged on.

“You think you don’t deserve this?” Jason said, a scarily calm anger about him. “You don’t think I see you doing your weird cult shit every day? I mean look at Y/N. You’ve poisoned her mind. Now we’ve got a freak and a freakette!” Y/N continued to eat her lunch, watching inquisitively. She seemed unaffected by Jason’s comment.

“Don’t talk about Y/N.” Eddie’s joking demeanour shifted into a much more serious one.

“What? You gonna do something about it?” Jason poked.

Y/N finished her lunch, calmly standing up as the boys continued to argue. She picked up her tray and turned it 90 degrees, letting the trash fall to the floor. Before either of the boys could make the first swing, Y/N hit Jason across the face at full force with the piece of plastic.

The boy went flying and room went silent.

“Holy. Shit.” Eddie said to himself.

“L/N! MUNSON!” A teacher screamed across the lunch hall. “PRINCIPALS OFFICE. NOW.” They pointed.

Y/N dropped the tray on the floor and began walking, Eddie following behind her. Everyone watched as they left, Jason’s friends helping him back up. All speechless.

The hallway was empty. The pair could hear their shoes tap and squeak on the floor. As they got further away, Y/N began laughing. Eddie was relieved she was in a good mood but still in shock himself.

“Y/N L/N, where the hell did that come from?” He asked, joining in with her laughter.

“That was SO worth it oh my god-“ Y/N jogged in front of Eddie and began walking backwards. “Did you see his face??”

“Uh did you see EVERYONE’S face???” Eddie 1-upped, leaning forward.

“I mean if I didn’t do it, you would have.”

“Uh no I would not. You think I’m that strong? Jesus H Christ L/N.” He shook his head. Y/N laughed again. She walked back to be beside him.

“So… the freak and the freakette of Hawkins High huh? I kinda like it.” Y/N smiled. Eddie chuckled, putting a hand on Y/N’s shoulder and pulling her a little closer.

“The freak and the freakette.” He repeated.

He kinda liked it too.

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[daryldamnson]

Corroded coffin makes it big, like sabbath big, and (after making sure that Wayne has been taken care of) Eddie starts spoiling you, buying you mountainsnof luxuries that he could only wish to give you when you first started dating. You have to remind Eddie that you fell in love with him and the small moments together, the money has never been an issue, you're favourite memories are the ones lying on top of Eddie's trailer stargazing and talking about nothing and everything

god he's so soft i want to kiss all of his insecurities away, thanks for requesting!

tw for one mention of alcoholism and abuse (in reference to eddie's parents), insecure!eddie, fem!reader coded but only in terms of dress/skirt wearing, 0.7k

title from primadonna by marina and the diamonds

“Baby, I don’t need this, you know that, right?”

It’s the dress you’d barely eyed up in the store window you’d walked past last week.  A while ago, back when touring meant bars with cheap beers and busking in city centres, you’d have paid it a little more attention - yearned over it a little more.

Nowadays, a pretty dress was just a pretty dress.  You had plenty of pretty dresses, and cute skirts, and tight tops, and fashionably ripped jeans.  That’s not to mention the veritable rainbow of shoes and matching handbags that had their own closet at the home Eddie had proudly presented to you after his first album had skyrocketed the charts.

“I can afford to give you anything you want now,” Eddie’s careful to make the distinction, ringed hand reaching out to land gently over yours.  “I just…  I want you to have everything you want.”

His voice is all too earnest in a way that makes your heart break.

“The dress is nice, Eddie,” you concede, smiling softly at him.  “It’s lovely, even.  But you know what I really want?”

You’ve known him long enough to know what that look in his eyes means.

Despite the confident façade he’d kept up since he’d first started high school, only exacerbated by crowds of fans and hit songs, Eddie could be a pretty insecure guy.

Most of it seemed to stem from his parents; disinterested at best - his mother had been more captivated by the bottle than her child, abusive at worst - his father had a similar predilection for alcohol that led to screamed insults and thrown fists.  Eddie had found a home - and a real father - in Wayne, but the damage had already been done.

He struggled to believe anybody could truly know him and love him anyway.  Love him because of that.  And even once he’d accepted that perhaps they did, he found it was all too easy to imagine them walking away, deciding he wasn’t worth the hassle or the effort.

So he bought things.

Years ago, in the times of garage band practices and one-bedroom trailers, he’d channelled this anxiety into mixtapes, and plucked wildflowers, and too many blankets, and always having your favourite drinks stocked.

You think of stargazing, and cheap beer, and horror movies smuggled from Family Video by Steve.  You think of the collection of ‘cool’ rocks in your jewellery box, and the annotations he’d made in between the lines so you’d think about him when you read your favourite book.  You think of personalised mixtapes with almost too much Sabbath, and him excitedly telling you about his plans for a new campaign, and the way his lips twitch when he sleeps.  You think of his uncontrollable hair, and his tattoos, and his heart.

“Anything,” he promises, wide brown eyes looking back at you almost desperately, and you know he means it.

“You.”  There’s a beat of silence as you bring up a hand to cup his cheek, leaning forward a little to hold his gaze.  “I just want you.  That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

It seems to take him by surprise despite how often you tell him this.  You watch his throat bob as he swallows, lips parting slightly.  “I…” he starts, voice cracking a little on the single syllable.  “You have me.  Always.”

You steadfastly do not mention the glassy shine that has taken over his eyes, but you feel your own mist up in response anyway.

“Then I’m good.  I’m happy.  I don’t need anything else.”

You say it like there’s nothing more obvious in the world.  Probably because to you there isn’t.

He lets out a pleased laugh, more a breath of air than anything else, as he rests his forehead against yours and closes his eyes.

“Well,” you begin, a teasing lilt to your voice, “actually, I could do with a kiss as well.”

You pout your lips a little and look at him with the most pitiful gaze you can muster without breaking into a smile.

Eddie has no such qualms and his lips part into one of those grins where his dimples show, and his eyes crease, and you just feel warm.

“I think I can swing for that,” he murmurs, already moving in to press his lips against yours.

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[resident-gay-bitch]

okay, eddie munson may be big and edgy and scary, and yes he snarls at wankers on the street and has most certainly thrown more punches he can count on one hand, but… well, he’s actually not all that tough once you get to know him.

what’s his favourite movie, you ask? well, you’d think something like halloween or nightmare on elm street, right? wrong! he’s riding a fine line between grease and rocky horror.

what’s his favourite song? oh, yeah, it’s totally gotta be something from one of those angry violent demon bands he listens too, right? like… breaking the law, or run to the hills… or like, master of puppets, right? nope! it’s starman, by david bowie.

his favourite artist? we’ll, sabbath and metallica come pretty close to making the cut, but in truth, it’s the beatles.

and it’s not just his taste that has you fooled, it’s everything about him.

he throws punches, but he can’t remember the last time he won a fight. they all end up with him flat on his back, blood running from his nose or a gash under his eye, and he’s laughing at the asshole who’s serving him like dinner and making jokes, and then ends up crying about it once they’re gone.

and yeah, he wears a lot of edgy, dangerous jewellery. the spikes on his leather wrist bands are one thing, the chunky rings that he surely wears for punching people with are another. but… well, he wears the rings because they’re shiny, and he likes shiny things, and he gets very fidgety and they’re fun to spin. and the leather straps? they look so cool, and he likes rolling his wrist over his thigh or knee when sitting and feeling the spikes prod at his skin, and it tickles.

his mane is actually his top priority on his physical appearance. he will leave the house with teeth un-brushed if running late, but never with tangled curls.

and he wears dorky patterned underwear and matching socks. and he has tattoos of superhero emblems and lord of the rings references and what not. oh, and don’t forget his night time routine. he won’t get a good sleep without it.

say goodbye to wayne, sit on the couch with a good snack and watch an episode of garfeild or looney tunes, or if it’s a weekend a movie, and then shower, do his hair, brush his teeth, hot drink whilst he plucks at his guitar for a couple of minuets, goes to take a piss, puts on his bedtime socks, kisses his guitar goodnight, puts on his sleepy time mix tape, turns out the big light, snuggles down in bed cuddled up to his mangled old teddy from his youth, counts the glow in the dark stars on his roof, and goes to sleep.

but the best part of all - out of all the soft little things that make up eddie munson - is his ability to fucking scare like an ant under a boot.

it’s everyone’s favourite thing, scaring eddie. what’s not fun about making him jump out of his skin? he’s so easy to startle and the pout he pulls once he realises he’s not in real danger is the sweetest little thing the sky will ever see.

jumping out behind doors. blasting loud music right by his ear. creeping up behind him. jabbing his side when he’s deep in concentration. leaning right over him when he’s napping and saying his name.

but the best one of all, is his blatant fear of spiders.

it’s even more humours when you realise he has a tattoo of one on his shoulder.

he fucking despises the cretins. they scare the ever living shit out of him.

an abandoned spider web is left curled up in an old corner? get that the fuck away from him.

a strand of hair fell from his head and lightly brushed his arm or leg? he’s slapping himself until he’s sure there’s no way anything lived through that abuse.

a plastic spider that is so obviously fake is left on his pillow? he’s shouting and running back out of the door.

and god forbid a real spider crawl anywhere near him.

wayne is the designated spider guy, thank you very much. if one’s ever about when he’s not home, we’ll… let’s just say wayne will be lucky to come back home to find the trailer still standing.

he will scream and jump onto table tops, pull out his lighter and hold out the flame to the little bug crawling across the floor about three meters or more away.

or he’ll grab a knife if he’s in the kitchen and defend himself like it was near death.

a can of hairspray is about? well, that thing is going to have stiff fur for years if it doesn’t suffocate under the toxins like eddie does himself.

if someone’s around, he’s screaming and running behind them for protection, and makes them kill the damn thing before it breeds and comes to kill them all with its little army of eight legged beasts.

“it’s an ant, eddie.”

“are you sure-“

“yes, look at it.”

“i don’t want to… oh.”

he won’t let one be crushed under his shoe though, he does not want spider goup on his shoes.

if one touches him, he’s showering and washing all his clothes like the plague has come. if it’s a shirt he doesn’t care much for? he’s burning it.

he is the biggest baby when it comes to spiders and it’s the most adorable of all his features.

wayne’s favourite thing in the world to do is point at eddie frantically when he’s walking around shirtless and scream spider! big spider on you! and watch eddie go though every emotion known to man.

the kid will slap himself and scream like a three year old girl and run and just freak the fuck out, and wayne will just stand there, sipping on his coffee, laughing at the full blown theatrical comedy taking place in his living room.

it always takes eddie like five good minuets to realise wayne’s just talking about his tattoo.

it gets him every time.

so yeah, eddie munson may be a big scary metal head on the outside, but didn’t your mum ever teach you not to judge a book by its cover?

if ever in doubt, just mention the word spider around eddie and watch the tough act die.

but please, whatever you do, don’t forget to console him after because that man is having a heart attack, and will need a good cuddle to calm down.

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[horrorgirlreads]

Tag nine people you want to get to know better

Thank you for the tag @myonetruebook 😀

Fav colour- pale blue and dark red

Currently reading- I'm about to start At The End of Everything by Marieke Nijkamp

Last song- War Pigs by Black Sabbath

Last series- Yellowjackets

Last movie- A Tale of Two Sisters

Sweet/ spicy/ savoury- all of them, but in the order of savoury/sweet/spicy

Currently working on- writing fanfiction (multiple wips for multiple fandoms idk why my brain does this to me), painting and doing decoupage on my jewellery box, I'm about to start sewing patches onto a denim jacket and I'm also about to move house, so fun times!!

I tag: @battywitch @cre8iveovadose @littlegeekchick @howlsmovinglibrary @gjngerfitzgerald @bookmac95 @nerdishfeels @antstepsbooks @momotonescreaming

Absolutely no pressure for anyone I've tagged to do this btw 🖤

#tag games #i was tagged

[detect-thoughts]

💪🏻 🧠 😍 🔥 💌 💐

For sabbath please :>

Oh I knew you'd be here for Sabbath 😏

💪 : What is your OC’s most physically attractive attribute?

Sabbath has some fat, meaty thighs from running away from all the nobles who caught him sleeping with their wives, husbands, daughters and sons, and he's not afraid to show them off in those skin tight latex pants. Also his hair is unnaturally luscious and long, it's the fey heritage, relations to the Summer Queen and all.

🧠 : What is your OC’s most mentally attractive attribute?

For Sabbath? His forthrightness. The man has no shame and no guilt, he will tell you exactly what he means, exactly what he wants, and how he intends to take it. He doesn't possess a single worry or care in the world beyond his immediate hedonism and lust.

😍 : What does your OC find irresistible in others?

Hmmm, this is a good one. Sabbath is not exactly a fussy man. Top of the list? Probably an uptight attitude and prudishness, opposites attract and the man loves a challenge and cannot resist making moves on people he shouldn't or who seem difficult and uninterested. He likes to see people let their hair down and loosen up, preferably up close.

🔥 : What’s a surefire way to make your OC get flustered?

Flustering Sabbath? Now that's ambitious, even for you Lou. That's a closely guarded secret but for you I'll share. Genuine and sincere affection and concern is his weakness, Gwydion is a very no-strings-attached kind of guy, take one of the prudes and have them grow attached to him and he's not gonna know what to do, feelings are not usually part of the arrangement.

💌 : How would they plan a romantic evening for a significant other?

Romance? Sabbath? It would have to involve a lot of brandy, a bed large enough for 6, and some very expensive stollen jewellery.

💐 : What is their courting style? How would they woo someone?

🤔🤔🤔

He tells them that they look a lot like a Princess / Prince and that they'd look far better in their the Princess' / Prince's wedding dress / lingerie, then asks them if they'd like to head upstairs and try it on.

#Hey LOU!!!!!!! #These are some INTERESTING asks for Sabbath #I got a little stumped on some of these NGL #Ask #Cashweasel #OC #Sabbath

[nursedrei]

I have just noticed that many tourists who come to Birmingham do not make any research about the different places they can visit here. Birmingham is not just about the City Centre. Try to go outside the city Centre and explore the whole west Midlands and you will see the real beauty of this place.

For First Timers, I'll try my best to give tips for anyone:

If you are using the train to come here, I advice that you get a Day Trip Pass Ticket which usually costs around 7 to 8£. You can use this to visit the different towns west midlands via TRAIN and BUS. (Trams are not Included)

The City Centre:

First have a walk along the New Street once you got outside of the Train Station, or Corporation Street( Which is around the corner if New Street). From there, you can walk to the Victoria Square where the Birmingham Museum is located at. You can also walk through the Chamberlain Square and take some

photos of the fountain.

From there, walk further and turn left, you can see the Largest Public Library in Europe. The Birmingham Library. You can go there inside free of charge, go to the top which will give you access to the Rooftop Lounge.

After visiting The Birmingham Library, Walk to Broad Street, and there you will see the commemoration photo or chair for Black Sabbath (Metal Rock Band). If go downstairs, it will lead you to a canal. Birmingham has the largest connection of Canals in Whole Europe, Larger than in Venice, Italy. There are many independent Indie pubs, restaurants along the canal. At the end of the canal, it will lead you to Either The Mail Box Mall or the Utilita Arena (Major concert Stadium) in Birmingham. There's also a Sea Life Aquarium Nearby if you are into those things.

From the Mailbox, you can continue walking until the end exit of the building. It will lead you to the Birmingham China Town. If you like Korean, Chinese, Vietnamese, Malay and Thai food, There's a food Court that I can recommend called "Asia-Asia".

Chinatown is also near the gay village, if you are into those kind of things, then China Town is the best place for you.

Now, let's proceed to a different place called Digbeth, where all the underground clubs and pubs are located at. It's the "Hood" as what they may call it. Digbeth is home of the different Street /Wall Arts in Birmingham. So many nice shops and small restaurants are located there.

Other Place I recommend is the Jewellery Quarter, It's home of the famous Jewellery Factories which account 40 percent of the Jewellery production in the UK. They also have a museum there for jewellery enthusiasts.

Now a little far a way from the City Centre, Let's visit the University of Birmingham. One of the kost Prestigious Universities in UK. The campus is soooo huge and the buildings are scattered around the forest. You can take a train from Birmingham New Street and drop off at the "University Station". From there you can Visit the Queen Elizabeth Hospital (Top 4 best hospital in UK) and the University of Birmingham. The Admin Campus is home of the Tallest Independent Clock Tower in the world. "The Old Joe". If you are familiar with Lord of the rings and the Monster INC Animated film, both towers on the movies are inspired from the OLD JOE.

If you have time, I also recommend visiting the Aston Hall (One of the most important palaces in Birmingham). They have a very good garden outside and the entrance fee was around 11 to 13£ If I can still remember it right. The Last Entry for the Aston Hall Museum is at 15:00H. The Aston Villa Football Stadium is just located beside the Aston Hall.

Another Place to visit is the Cadbury Factory Museum (Good for kids). Birmingham is the origin if Cadbury Chocolates. There are many nice small villages and shops outside the cadbury museum. Just walk further and you can visit the Selly Manor Museum along the Sycamore Road.

on the other side of Birmingham, try taking a bus going to Canon Hill Park and enjoy the nature. You can also visit the Birmingham Bitanical Garden which is just located nearby. Outside the park, you can find the famous Edgbaston Stadium. (Home of the best Cricket players in the UK).

If you like going to zoos, castles and a fan of peaky blinders, you have to visit the town of Dudley. There is also what we called the "Black Country Museum". It is an open museum which depicts the life of the British people during the Industrial Revolution. Some of the settings of Peaky Blinders were taken here.

Another beautiful town I recommend is the Warwick. They have a very nice park and Castle. You can see the old buildings and houses that were built during 1500's. I love this place so much.

If you are a fan of "Romeo and Juliet" written by William Shakespear, you have to visit the town of "Stratford Upon Avon". There you can see his birthplace and the preserved house he used to live in.

Another City I recommend is Coventry. Coventry has many Museums, Home of the Coventry Cathedral which was bombed during the World War and many Asian Restaurants. There are many Korean and Chinese Restaurants to eat in.

Facts:

1. Birmingham is the Second Largest City or Metropolitan Borough in the whole UK, Next after London.

2. During the World War, 90 percent of all the beautiful Establishents were destroyed. They had no choice but to rebuild the whole city again from scratch.

3. Birmingham is home of the Industrial Revolution in The UK with great contributions around the world.

4. The Old Joe is the tallest free Standing Clock Tower in the world (Located at UOB).

5. Birmingham has the highest number of younger youth in whole Europe.

6. The city is home of the largest Canal connections in whole Europe.

7. Birmingham is home of the Metal Rock Genre. Many famous Singers and Bands came from Birmingham.

8. It is home of the Cadbury Chocolate.

There are many inventions made in Birmingham and they are too many to mention. You can google it. Thanks.

I hope this may help!

[munsontm]

♡ + clothes

Send me ♡ + a word, and I’ll write a headcanon - ACCEPTING.

Don't be fooled by Eddie's devil-may-care attitude when it comes to everything. He takes a few things seriously, his clothing is one of those things.

Some of it is to provocate the sad little people of Hawkins. Who in Hawkin's has ever seen a man in a Black Sabbath crop top? No one, that's who. And he'll take the band tees and make the crop tops himself. Eddie is incredibly creative, there isn't a stem suitable bone or cell in his body. Better more, he'll readjust tees so they cling provocatively to him too. He is unashamedly liberal with his clothing. It's the same with his jeans, lots of them are very closely fitted. His legs are assets, he knows that. It's not his fault if the other guys are too pussy to show themselves off.

Sure, he owns a bucket load of normal tees too. but they've usually got tears in, badges or pins on them, or some kind patch sewn into them. Eddie doesn't do plain either. The same with his jeans, they're never just jeans. There are slashes and patches that weren't there when he bought them. He basically customises everything. The jacket-vest he wears and also lent to Steve was a customisation done by him.

Honestly, Eddie's shoes are probably the most plainest thing in his wardrobe, mostly because decent sneakers are expensive af, and he'd rather spend money on more jewellery, pants and tops than shoes. Shoes aren't very essential to his look.

And he has a couple of leather jackets, a bomber jacket too. Those aren't very customised. He's probably added some studs and patches, a pin or two. But he's not looking to overkill what he wears. He doesn't want the clothes to be wearing him. He's the one wearing them and undermining Reagen-era society wherever he goes in his clothing.

That being said, there is also an element of armour in his wardrobe. People assume things about him because of his wardrobe, and Eddie lets them do it. Because if he keeps people away then they can't hurt him more than life already has. If it scares people away, good? Only the decent people are smart enough to see through it and that he's just a dude.

@hebabysits

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[moonandserpent]

Mid-flight witch boot pendant & Black Widow coffin ring hand carved 

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Razzmatazz

TW alcohol consumption and mention of alcoholism. Thanks to @whumphoarder for beta reading and @newnewyorker93 for your support!

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For all the ways Rhodey mentally prepared himself to find his best friend the weekend after his breakup, he somehow missed adding singing along to 90s pop to the list. 

“Noone’s gonna care if you don’t ca-all when you said,” Tony screams off-key in a fake British accent along with the vocals blasting through the workshop.

Bit of an obvious choice, Rhodey thinks, recognising the lyrics, but keeps that to himself. What he calls into the room instead is, “Anyone home?”

“Platypus, so good you’re here!” Tony’s voice comes from somewhere behind half a mountain of old Iron Man suit parts that currently take up most of the workshop’s assembly platform. “Come ‘ere, you have to check this out!” 

Rhodey obediently steps towards the source of the noise and finds his friend in dirty black jeans and an even dirtier undershirt in front of a virtual wall of holographic screens, motor oil and a smug grin decorating his face. “All these little things…” he hums, swinging his hips and suggestively wiggling an eyebrow at Rhodey when he comes into view.

I don’t care, Tony’s attitude says. 

I care way too much, Rhodey reads in his always-too-expressive eyes, in the way he pops the consonants just a little bit too hard, and in the half-empty bottle of Bourbon he’s gripping loosely. Rhodey notices the last thing with a tinge of sadness―Pepper had just gotten Tony to limit the hard liquor exclusively to weekends and parties. But then, if Pepper were still here, none of this would be happening.

“Tune it down a bit, FRI,” Rhodey orders and feels his ears ringing with the sudden lack of noise when the volume drops to less assaulting levels. 

He steps through the virtual screens and lays a hand on Tony’s shoulder, taking in the blue-tinged landscape of multitasking spread out in front of them. The engineer has set down the bottle and is now modifying the design schematics for a pair of glasses that’s inexplicably named BARF.

“These VR glasses or something?” Rhodey asks, frowning at the specifications. 

“You wish.” Tony twists around on his swivel chair and snaps his fingers at Rhodey. “It’s better. Way, way better. But that’s not for tonight.” 

He hits a virtual enter key and then minimises the screen with a flick of his hand, apparently forgetting what it was he’d wanted to show Rhodey originally. Instead, he offers the bottle.  

The sadness in Rhodey’s chest spreads like cold water, settling in to stay, but he accepts the drink, because tonight it’s either both of them getting hammered or Tony inevitably kicking him out after two hours to continue alone, and that’s not happening on his watch. 

So, minutes after midnight, they find themselves driving down the seemingly endless and fortunately empty forest road connecting the compound to the city, more than a little shitfaced. Tony has backtracked another few decades in music history and is now letting Black Sabbath blast into the woods and probably traumatising half a dozen wild bird species.

“This is fun, honeybear!” he shouts, taking his hands off the steering wheel for a dangerously long few seconds to punch Rhodey in the shoulder. “It’s been so long! The taste of freeedom, baby!"

Rhodey doesn’t call him out on his lie; he doesn’t have to. Nor on the drunk driving, because apart from being the world's first self-made superhero and holder of four PhDs, Tony Stark is possibly also the world’s most high-functioning alcoholic, and even in this state, Rhodey knows with certainty that he won’t crash them.

Instead, he just watches him, and waits. For the end of the night, the end of the charade, and the inevitable breakdown.

*

The woman on the porch has voluminous, dark red curls and is wearing nothing but an oversized AC/DC t-shirt, and for a very weird moment, Happy has a vision of Natasha stealing some of Tony’s clothes. Then her face comes into view and he sees that she’s got at least 15 years on Nat. Well. 

When she kisses Pepper good-bye on the lips, he turns reflexively to check the opposite side of the street for paparazzi. Not strictly necessary in this part of the city, but old habits die hard.

“Nice evening?” he asks conversationally when Pepper deposits first her oversized handbag, and then herself, into the backseat. 

“Very nice,” his boss responds with a sweet smile on perfectly red-painted lips. “This was long overdue.” 

Happy winks at her through the rearview mirror and pulls out of the parking space, joining the early morning traffic jams of tiredness. 

“Thanks for picking me up,” Pepper says. “I’d have taken a cab, but I got a high-level call with China in twenty that I wouldn’t want any of the taxi drivers to overhear.”

“No worries,” he assures, then curses when he narrowly misses a blindly opened door of an SUV half stopped on the sidewalk. “Amateurs,” he hisses. 

By the time they leave Douglaston, Pepper is already scrolling through her phone, the relaxed smile from earlier replaced by a tightness around her lips and a slight crease on her forehead. Happy doesn’t have to ask what she’s doing. He’s well aware of her morning ritual―knows that she’s going through the email alerts she set for the mention of Tony Stark, knows that the tensed facial expressions will only disappear once she’s positive that Tony didn’t get killed, kidnapped, or taken into police custody the previous night. 

“Pepper…”

“Stop reading in cars, I know I know,” she waves off without looking up. 

Happy wasn’t about to say that, but he doesn’t disagree. Instead, almost softly, he adds: “He’s fine.” 

“Yeah.” She nods and closes her eyes briefly, exhaling. Glances back down at her phone. 

“I texted with Rhodey this morning. Long night, they’re both hungover, but otherwise alright. Now stop before you actually make yourself sick.” 

Relief blooms on her face for the fraction of a second before she catches herself and covers it with professional indifference. “Good to know,” she says, in a tone as if he’d told her there might be snow tomorrow. 

And if Happy was any other person, he’d probably let out a sigh loud enough to wake the whole block. But he’s a boxer-driver-forehead-of-security and friend, so he just takes a deep inhale, in through the mouth and out through the nose, and turns on the radio. 

And quietly smiles to himself when his boss declines the offer to drive her back to Douglaston tonight. 

Because Pepper and Tony might not know it yet, but there's a small piece of jewellery hidden away in the pocket of his suit jacket, the weight of which tells him their story's far from over.

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Pepperony Series

#pepperony #tony & rhodey #pepper & happy #look i wrote something new #mostly because i couldn't get the song out of my head #tony and pepper are so bad at feelings #and damn lucky they have the friends they do

[we-are-the-amb]

Some Edgar headcanons (Some of which are already on my main, but not here. Sorry if you’ve seen them, before.): 

- Mama and Papa Frog had not intended to have any more children, after Alan. Edgar was sort of an accident. Mama Frog had originally wanted Alan to be named Edgar Allan, but Papa Frog didn’t like the name Edgar, so they chopped it down. By the time Edgar came along, Papa Frog cared significantly less about names. So, in a way, Mama Frog got her wish. 

- Edgar’s full name is Edgar Tiger’s Eye Frog. His middle name refers to the unexpected fairness of his hair. 

- Edgar is two years younger than Alan, and one year younger than Sam. At the time of TLB, he was fourteen, making him the youngest member of the AMB. 

- Edgar is autistic, but has never received a diagnosis. 

- He is dyslexic, and he did receive a diagnosis for that, though not until he reached adulthood. For this reason, he has always preferred comics and non-fiction books over novels, as they have pictures to guide him. 

- He is hard of hearing and has become gradually more so, as he has aged. 

- He has always been a lot more verbal than Alan, but it took him longer to get the hang of articulation. He also has a slight lisp, which now only comes out when he is flustered, or tired. 

- “First Blood” is his all time favourite film and John Rambo is his favourite fictional character. The deep voice he uses throughout most of TLB is an imitation of John Rambo. Mimicking his voice and dressing like him, makes Edgar feel more confident when he speaks, and that people are more inclined to listen to him.

- His bright red bandana is a scrap of an old Superman blanket he had as a child. Before wearing it around his head, he wore it on his wrist. 

- He has always hated the smell of patchouli. His mother wears patchouli oil frequently, as a substitute for bathing. During the first few months of living with the Emersons, Star noticed that Edgar made a point of not sitting near her. She snapped at him eventually, thinking he was just making a show of not trusting her. It wasn’t that deep, he just thought she smelled like his mum. 

- Edgar is Very Aware Of Everything, All The Time. He near constantly feels that he has to be moving around, or doing something, or else he will become anxious and start overthinking. It is for this reason that Alan will be visiting the toilet at 4AM and hear Ed downstairs, rewashing dishes, or messing with the radio. 

- Edgar feels self conscious in pyjamas, they make him feel underdressed and vulnerable. He only changes into them immediately before getting into bed and changes out of them the minute he gets out.

- He doesn’t particularly prefer wearing long sleeves, but he will when there are a lot of customers in the shop, so they won’t brush his bare arms. He frequently overheats in the summer. He is not actually especially touch sensitive, he just really hates anyone other than Alan touching him. 

- This. boy. loves. carbs. His diet largely consists of dry cereal, naked pasta and oven fries. He cannot abide spicy, or especially wet, soft food. He is not too big on sweets, either, though he does like white chocolate and vanilla cake (No icing). He is aware that his diet is not particularly well balanced, so he supplements with iron and vitamin tablets. 

- He is one step away from being a hoarder. He collects a lot of things, but he also rarely throws any non-perishables away, in case he might “need them”, later on. 

- In terms of music, he shares a liking for prog rock with Alan, but leans more towards heavy metal and blues than his brother. His absolute favourites are Black Sabbath, Rainbow, Dio and Lynyrd Skynyrd. Whenever he hears Sabbath’s heavy riffs, or Dio’s voice he starts stimming automatically, flapping and swaying. As well as these, he also likes Deep Purple, Grateful Dead, Creedence Clearwater, Boston, Heart, Rush, Mountain and Leaf Hound.

- Speaking of music, he and Alan will occasionally stop by the church to listen to a service, through the door. Edgar actually really likes to hear everyone singing hymns, inside. 

- When Edgar is feeling especially panicked, or on the verge of a meltdown, he will draw crosses on himself with his fingertip to help him calm down. It started as a protective practice, to assure himself he was safe from vampires. He and Alan will draw crosses on each other’s arms with their fingers, as a means of comfort. He also wears a cross under his shirt, so he can feel the shape and know that it doesn’t burn his skin. 

- He has always loved animals, but as a young child, they were his special interest. He particularly liked wild dogs and big cats. He would get very excited for nature documentaries on television. He would gaze at the pictures in his natural history books for hours, and tell Alan every bit of information he had memorised. As a kid he would imitate the animals he liked best, switching between dogs and cats, depending on what felt right. He would often rush around the house and the shop on all fours, and curl up tight on the floor. He liked to imitate their noises. He would bare his teeth and growl at people he didn’t like, or people who made Alan uncomfortable. Some of the stims he carried into his adult life originated from this, such as growling, baring his teeth, and rubbing his face again warm, firm surfaces, such as mattresses, or his own knees and shoulders. 

- Due to a lack of emotional guidance, or support from his parents, Edgar has poor emotional control. He is prone to white hot anger and long, dark moods which sometimes even frighten him, because he cannot find balance during those times. He absolutely will not explode at Alan, though. He has done, before and Alan stopped speaking to him, verbally or otherwise for a number of days. He couldn’t stand shaking him up like that and the guilt has never really gone away. If he feels the anger rising in him, and Alan is the only one there, he will get away from him as fast as he is able.

- Not long before TLB, he had gone through a horse phase.  

- He is aro/ace, but did not fully realise it, until he was in his thirties. 

- He is a rather talented artist. He has stacks of cheap sketchbooks, and notepads filled with drawings. He likes to draw animals, especially lions and wolves, sometimes local cats and dogs that he sees regularly. He has a number of sketches of Nanook. As well as drawing, he also picked up a few crafts from Mana Frog, when he was little, such as stone painting and jewellery making. He has artistic interests in common with Star and has gifted a few painted pebbles and woven bracelets to her over the years. 

- He used to wear and play with crystals a lot as a child, but later began to associate them with witchcraft. As a result he got rid of all his crystals, shoving them all into his parents’ hands and now avoids even touching them. 

#edgar #edgar frog #awesome monster bashers #frog brothers #the lost boys #lost boys #headcanons

[a-pirate-my-hearties]

21 questions

I was tagged by @patron--minette (thank you! :) )

1. Nickname: none

2. Sun sign: Aquarius

3. Height: 5’3

4. Hogwarts House: Gryffindor

5. Last thing I googled: can’t remember heh

6. Favorite musicians: Siouxsie and the Banshees, Nightwish, DIO, Black Sabbath, Bauhaus, Nick Cave, Fields of the Nephilim, Moonspell, Type O Negative, David Bowie, Jill Tracy

7. Song stuck in my head: Fields of the Nephilim - Shine

8. Following: 1,590

9. Followers: 923

10. Amount of asks: my tumblr app say 549

11. Amount of sleep: 7-12 hours, I love my sleep

12. Lucky number: none

13. What I’m wearing: some comfy clothes - a purple t-shirt and black leggings

14. Dream job: literary scholar/translator/makeup artist

15. Dream trip: Portugal

16. Favorite food: Spaghetti

17. Instruments: guitar, flute (that was a looong time ago!)

18. Languages: Polish, English, slight amount of Russian and Portuguese

19. Favorite song: I don’t have just one, it’s too difficult to pick just one! But currently I’m very keen on Bauhaus - Dark Entries

20. Random fact: I have a fear of hights.

21. Aesthetic:

Probably somewhere between goth, elegantm pinup/retro and casual.

Lots of black lace. Or lace in general.

Black, purple and red are my favourite colours.

But in general: goth stuff, vampires, old movies, silent cinema.

Long, flowing dresses and skirts, witchy/vampy.

Lots of jewellery, amethysts, big earrings.

Surrealistic/creepy/romantic art. Romantic poetry, red wine, blood.

XIX century clothing and jewellery, 20s makeup, goth makeup.

I tag: @hypnos-vl @rockerhanssi @the-starry-seas

[thessalian]

Thess vs Gender Roles

I’m gonna state for the record that while I have a lot of issues because of my upbringing, one thing my parents got right was their giving approximately zero shits about “gender roles” as I often see them enforced.

Sure, I had Barbies. I was into Strawberry Shortcake and Rainbow Brite and Popples and to this day I regret having given my My Little Ponies to charity because that shit is vintage, yo. But I also had Transformers and GI Joes and a fairly substantial collection of Micro Machines and Hot Wheels cars. My bedroom was generally decorated in blues because blue was, at that time, my favourite colour. I wasn’t just allowed Star Trek and Star Wars and Doctor Who; I was encouraged to share it with my family, because both my parents were Trekkies to various extremes. My bookshelves had Sweet Valley High and The Babysitter’s Club but also had a hell of a lot of Christopher Pike and RL Stine. I had a small record collection for my little Fisher-Price record player as a very small child and I actually owned a Twisted Sister single, bought with my own money and my mother’s permission. (This alongside raiding her vinyl collection for the Black Sabbath as well as the Suzanne Vega.)

Hell, I remember when Lego was just Lego instead of this gendered crap they’re throwing out these days. I had so much Lego.

Hobbies? Same thing, except we went entirely off the reservation there. I did cooking lessons and ballet. I also did judo and woodworking. I took woodcraft as one of my A-level electives. At summer camp, I did orienteering and wilderness survival and nature study, and was actively encouraged. I picked up jewellery-making on my own, along with face-painting, magic tricks, tarot reading, balloon animals, palmistry...

(It suddenly occurs to me that I could run one hell of a party planning business.)

Anyway, point is that I was a creative, active-minded person with a lot of interests and while there was a lot of talk about what was and wasn’t a profitable dream to have growing up, there was never any talk about what was or wasn’t a ‘ladylike’ thing to do. If I wanted to wear jeans and a Guns n Roses T-shirt, that was fine. If I wanted to go out and turn over rocks to see what interesting things lived under them, we made trail hikes a habit. If I wanted to write to the Prime Minister of Canada protesting the dumping of nuclear waste into the St Lawrence, Mum found me the appropriate address, let me use her typewriter, and proof-read it when asked.

Some stuff messed me up, sure - the stuff about my weight, the handling of a couple of health problems both in my early years and later on, the desperate need for me to seem perfect because in her mind, my successes or failures reflected her fitness as a parent (and the commensurate overcompensatory punishments when I screwed up) ... I was afraid of my mother a lot, and bad shit happened. (This is not blame; this is acceptance and understanding of why. I cope.) Thing is, there were no limits as to what I was allowed to succeed in; just so long as I did. I could have been a scientist (would have been, if I’d had the head for maths). I could have been an engineer. I could have gone into computers. Mum wouldn’t have cared. She would have applauded.

Part of why I say this is because of the apparent increasing insistence on defining gender roles so rigidly, and the pain it causes so many. It’s owning my privilege and saying that, while I will never have children of my own, I will gladly be the cheering section for any of you who pursue interests that society says run counter to your expressed gender. A lot of men are chefs, fashion designers, makeup artists, dancers. A lot of women are engineers, scientists, mechanics, mathematicians. Be either. Be both. You do you, and have fun, and don’t let anyone try to confine you. The world is huge and full of such wonderful, fascinating things, and everyone should be able to experience those things without judgement. (As long as they’re not actively hurting someone else; I always feel I have to qualify that because I am going to judge you if what you are wanting to experience is bigotry, intolerance, cruelty to others, or unchecked greed that deprives whole populations.)

The other part is me trying to talk myself into getting into Warhammer war gaming past the fear that I’m going to get shit for being a woman. Hell, I see enough people who don’t even think I belong in D&D. It hurts me that after years of tolerance and acceptance ... hell, and encouragement from my parents - the one thing they did that made my life better and easier to give some comfort through all the things they (unintentionally, I admit it) made harder - is getting shat on by sexist asshats when I’m in my fucking forties. It is rare that I think, “Why can’t all parents be a bit more like mine?”, and they deserve all the praise when I can actually ask that and mean it.

[c0smicc0wgirl]

Beginner Witch Tips

Read. Before you even think about practicing magick, you need to study. It sounds tedious, I know, but witchcraft is not a trivial undertaking. 

Start a grimoire/Book of Shadows/Journal. You’ll need a safe place to keep all of the information you’ve gathered safe, and a grimoire (as I call mine), is essentially a notebook for that exact purpose. It doesn’t have to be fancy (though you’re welcome to make it as ostentatious as you like), – it can be a bullet journal if that’s easy for you. Within your grimoire, you should keep all gathered information, spells, failures, successes, records of work you’ve done, etc,. Anything that pertains to your craft.

Don’t put pressure on yourself to pick a path. You might see a lot of witches who class themselves as one thing or another, e.g., storm witches, kitchen witches, elemental witches, spirit/divination witches; green witches; cosmic witches, and so on.That is cool and their prerogative, but you will also see witches known as eclectic. Eclectic Witches, are simply witches who choose to practise many different types of magick and forge their own path, instead of following only one, or following a pre-established path. Basically, there is no need at all, whatsoever, to label yourself. With many of us, our paths found us in time. 

Research paths, secular witchcraft and religious witchcraft.Witchcraft alone, is a practice. However, some paths are indeed religious, such as Wicca. Make sure you know the difference before you begin actively practicing and before you decide on your path, if you do choose to do so.

Carry a little notebook on your person.You can’t always carry your grimoire with you, so I personally like to carry a tiny little notebook with me, for those moments when inspiration takes me, or if something captures my imagination or attention. You can add it to your grimoire/BoS later.

Oh, and one more thing: don’t ever stop learning and reading and recording. Witchcraft is a path of continuous learning.

Things to Research:

Crystals/gemstones/minerals

Herb and crystal correspondences, e.g., such as color and planetary.

Sabbats (also known as “Witches Sabbaths”) and esbats.

The basic tools of witchcraft.

Altars (if you’re so inclined).

Lunar phases.

Divination, e.g., tarot, runes, pendulums. 

Witchcraft and deities (if you’re so inclined).

Traditional witchcraft practises, such as circle casting.

SAFETY! What is safe to use/burn/touch/ingest. There are lots of poisonous and potentially fatal plants and ingredients out there.

Easy/budget magick/witchcraft.

The history of witchcraft, including lore, myths and tales.

The importance and use of the elements in magick

Research cultural witchcraft. Make sure that your practice does not steal from closed cultures. 

Easy Practices for New Witches:

Grounding – grounding is the act of centering your energy and focusing it within yourself. You can ground yourself by being out in nature and using visualising techniques that tie your energies firmly into the ground (very traditional method), or by finding a quiet place that you are content in and meditating.

Meditation.

Visualisation/visualising.

Sigil crafting/creation.

Dream interpretation.

Charging jewellery/crystals/objects/sigils.

Using glamours in makeup/cosmetics/everyday wear.

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