Pondering my orbs.
eddie wakes up in a strange room. this was not particularly unusual for him, historically: he’d spent most of his twenties waking up in new and interesting places (including a handful of jail cells). but after eddie, the label, and the los angeles superior court system decided it would be best if he stopped drinking and doing blow, it stopped being such a regular occurrence.
so it’s almost alarming to him, now, to be blinking up at an unfamiliar cement ceiling with the raging bitch of all headaches and generally feeling like he got hit by a truck, got whiplash in a crash with the way his neck aches. he’d think he was hungover like all those times before except for how sharp the pain is, bright.
he worries, briefly, he’s relapsed, or someone’s slipped him something. but he remembers what him and the boys had been up to, before this, and he thinks it’d’ve been a strange night indeed if someone roofied a c-list (b-list if he’s feeling charitable) musician at a fucking frozen four game.
because yeah, eddie remembers: they’d been third row, watching the wisconsin ladies clean up and cheering for jeff’s kid sister like she was about to get olympic gold. (she probably would, someday. her and that mayfield girl who played defense were looking down the barrel at a 2026 run apparently.
DJO performing in Oakland — april 10th 2025
Louis at Coachella - 12.04
Y'all need to Broaden Your Minds
ARCANE S2E01 | “Heavy is the Crown”
"You’d better not forget to fix my leg - I can’t be limping on it during fight 😒"
"So you’d better stop growing... and fighting, Viktor 😌"
My idea for Jayvik FMA AU
fyi if we’re mutuals you have full consent to be as feral as you want in asks and dms
“why do you still use tumblr?”
listen— i have to keep track of my hyper fixations somehow
welcome to my crack au where everything was fine and nothing bad ever happened to anyone