Me if the Duffer bros make El antagonistic towards Max for no reason whatsoever again in season 3
“Bold of you to assume I can catch things.”
color guard captain
when u and ur squad roll in @ prom ready to fuck shit up
Don’t worry about watching the drum major(s), they’re just there to wave their arms and look serious. As long as you know the show music well enough, nothing can go wrong!
Jimin: *phone starts ringing*
Jungkook: *looks to see who’s calling*
Jungkook: LMAO YOU STILL CALL YOUR DAD DADDY
Jimin: *answers call and makes direct eye contact with Jungkook*
Jimin: Hey Yoongi
Jungkook: *chokes on drink*
-so eddie has always been small
-compact, if you will
-and he secretly liked being small, being able to fit in people’s (richie’s) arms so well, finding the tiniest of spots to hide during hide and seek
-but one day while after he got to high school, sometime after he hit puberty, something changed in him
-he got taller and thicker and he wasn’t enjoying it
-he started to feel like he was taking up too much space
-he kept these thoughts to himself, as he does with most everything
-but they all notice eventually
-he won’t sit on bill’s shoulders to play chicken anymore
-won’t let stan give him piggyback rides
-before he started seeing himself this way he used to borrow bev’s sweaters all the time but now he refuses because he’s convinced he’ll stretch them out
-he won’t ride on the back of mike’s bike when they travel around town
-and richie especially notices when eddie won’t let him wrap his arms around his waist anymore
-at first richie thought eddie was slowly distancing himself
-trying to slip away
-he was so hurt when eddie refused to cuddle or change in front of him
-he goes to bev, who is obviously one of his best friends,
-“i just feel like he doesn’t love me anymore you know? he won’t let me touch him like ever”
-“richie, can’t you see it? it’s not you, it’s him. he feels bad about himself, he’s got body dysmorphia”
-and of course she then had to explain what that term actually means
-but then it all comes together in the old trashmouth’s head
-“you’re a godsend, marsh. what would i do without you?”
-“crash and burn”
-so he goes to eddie, not knowing if he should confront him straight up or wait til eddie says something himself
-but that’s obviously never gonna happen so plan b
-they’re chilling in richie’s room, doing homework
-richie puts his math book down and starts kissing eddie’s neck
-“rich, stop, i’ve got work to do”
-then he starts playing with eddie’s hair
-“richie you’re distracting me”
-“you’re so beautiful, eds. i love you so much”
-“shut up, trashmouth. don’t call me that”
-richie starts slowly moving his hands around eddie’s shoulders and then slipping them under his sweater
-“i mean it, babe. you’re just so beautiful, i can’t believe i wasted all that time being your friend when i could’ve been-“
-“beep fucking beep richie! i don’t want to play right now”
-“why won’t you let me touch you, eddie?”
-and eddie has to pinch the bridge of his nose
-“i have work to do”
-“i don’t mean just now. i mean ever. we don’t hug, or cuddle or make out, we haven’t been together in weeks”
-“that’s what you’re fucking worried about? that i’m not having sex with you?”
-“no you stupid idiot i’m worried that you’re gonna start hurting yourself because you think you’re fat”
-“what are you even talking about”
-“i’m not stupid, eddie. you’re wearing baggy clothes, you only eat green shit, you won’t let me see you without a shirt on….for some reason you hate yourself and that’s fucking ridiculous because you’re probably the most attractive person i’ve ever met in my life”
-eddie doesn’t know what to say because he never thought richie would figure it out
-“i love you, eddie. you. the way you are. i love your floppy hair and your sparkly eyes, i love how you can be kinda squishy in the middle, i love your arms and your legs….dear god eddie your ass is literally out of this world”
-and eddie laughs through his tears
-“i don’t want you to change, i don’t want you to start to disappear”
-eddie takes richie’s dorky face into his little hands and kisses the tip of his nose
-“i’m not gonna go anywhere. i love you, trashmouth”
-“i love you too eddie spaghetti”
cool i’m in pain
What’s done, is done
Junior, Guard
During a parade we got backed up for a few minutes so we were standing still for a while, and there was this kid standing right next to me and trying to catcall me while I was spinning my flag. I got fed up almost immediately, so I started sticking my flag out a little farther and knocked his hat off his head, and he and his jerk friends backed off real quick. I guess that’s an advantage of having a 6 foot metal pole in your hands almost all the time.
“Dude you’re so sweaty right now.”
“Well, you know, it’s only a nice cool million degrees out here, it’s not like I’m BURNING ALIVE or anything-“
elmax (el/jane x max) moodboard // not my pictures
Sophomore, Percussionist
Once I slammed the door to a practice room just to see how loud it would be and the handle on the inside fell off the door. It was me and a couple other percussionists and guard people trapped in there for about the next fifteen minutes until a private lesson teacher found us and let us out.