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JOSEPH QUINN for Access (July, 2022)

Porch Swings and Cider

Chrissy was always told what her life was going to be. When she was a senior her mother had decided she needed to start preparing herself to be a housewife. That meant learning how to make cookies from scratch for when her husband gets home and the best way to get a stain out of the carpet.

I just watched the BBC adaptation of Les Miserables literally because Joseph Quinn is in it. And just ONCE would I love to see him play a character that doesn't get killed or emotionally WRECKED in the end. He is a gem and deserves everything the world has to offer. He does amazing in these roles, I just hate seeing him in such tragedies.

So, about Eddie coming back in Season 5…

Pumpkin Patches

Hey, buddy, his dad had greeted with a watery smile. He took Eddie from his brother, who gave them some space. Emily Munson had been pronounced brain dead when she arrived at the hospital. Eddie didn’t know this would be the last time he saw his mother.

Did Uncle Wayne tell you about Momma? Sweet little Eddie Munson had nodded. Momma was in an accident. Carl Munson nodded and pressed his lips to Eddie’s forehead before they met foreheads. It’s time to say goodbye to momma, Eddie.

Recovery

It’s a long road to recovery. That’s what the doctor had said to Eddie outside Chrissy’s hospital room. She’s been through a lot and we don’t want to rush anything. Eddie nodded in agreement because that’s all he knew to do right now. You don’t want her to have a setback, that could make it worse.

TW: there are depictions of an eating disorder in this story, please read at your discretion.

@milkiane requested: Eddie Munson + smiling.

You know what I need?

I need Billy and Chrissy at some shitty high school party in the middle of the forest.

Jason takes Chrissy into the woods for some "alone time" and starts going too far. She's trying to push him off of her, screams out no, but then he's got a hand over her mouth and nobody can hear her screams. He's got his fly down, just about to pull off her skirt, when he feels himself being lifted into the air by his collar.

Chrissy pulls herself up onto her elbows, watching with wide eyes as Billy Hargrove picks Jason up like a sack of potatoes and swings him against a tree, arm across his throat.

"The girl said no, Carver," Billy breathes into Jason's face, nostrils flaring like an angry bull.

"Mind your business, Hargrove," Jason spits back, and Billy presses his arm into his windpipe until he goes purple.

"Tell her you're sorry," Billy instructs through gritted teeth.

Jason eventually gasps out a breathless sorry and Billy loosens his grip, letting Jason fall to the forest floor, clutching his throat and gasping for air.

Billy leans down and grabs Jason by his preppy hair, forcing him to loop up at him. "You touch her again, you answer to me," he threatens in a viciously whisper. Jason squeezes his eyes shut and nods, scrambling away into the darkness as Billy turns his attention to Chrissy.

"You okay?" He reaches his hand out to her and helps her stand up. She's shaking like a leaf, her eyes still glassy with frightened tears.

"Y-Yeah. I'm okay. Thanks, Billy."

Billy sighs, taking a cigarette out of his shirt pocket and lighting it, taking a long drag. He offers it to her but she politely declines.

Chrissy is still looking around the forest, as if she's paranoid that Jason's going to come back from round two.

Billy casts her a sidelong glance. "Look, I've been drinking, but a friend of mine is DD tonight. He could take you home if you want."

Chrissy nods frantically. "Yeah. I don't really want to be here anymore."

She's blushing in embarrassment and Billy plucks the cigarette out of his mouth, stomping it into the ground. "Carver's a piece of shit, but this stays between us. You have my word."

Chrissy looks relieved. "Thank you."

Billy nods like it's nothing and gestures for her to walk ahead of him. They make their way back to the clearing with the bonfire, tons of students laughing raucously and swigging back liquor and beer. Chrissy hangs back in the shadows while Billy strides forward, calling out, "Hey, Munson - Come here for a sec."

The crowd parts and Eddie Munson walks through, stumbling over a tree branch on the way. He jogs up to Billy, looking at him in confusion. "Hey. What's up?"

"Princess here needs a ride home. Can you help her out?"

Eddie nods immediately as Chrissy comes out of the shadow of a nearby tree. "Yeah, man. I can do that. You ready to go now?"

He looks at Chrissy and she nods, pursing her lips as she tries to keep the tears at bay. Eddie's expression immediately softens.

"Okay, my van's parked out on the road." Eddie gently touches her shoulder, guiding her forwards.

Billy watches them walk away together, a hell of a pair. He hears Chrissy laugh, probably from some dumb joke Eddie made up, and hopes to God that son of a bitch acts on the crush he's been harboring for about 7 years.

"Is that--?"

"Yup."

Steve hands Billy a beer and they both watch as Eddie opens his van door for Chrissy, bowing as she gets in.

Billy grimaces. "Jesus, he's a fucking nerd."

Steve laughs. "He also loves Metallica, so you can't really fault him on his taste." He pauses, watching as Eddie's van drives away. "Rumor has it, someone scared Jason Carver so bad, he left early."

Billy takes a swig of his beer. "Doesn't sound like my problem, Harrington."

"Well, whoever put him in his place, I'm sure Chrissy appreciated it. Eddie, too."

Steve gives him a pointed look, clinking their beer bottles together before striding back to the party. Billy watches Steve's ass walk all the way back to the fire before following. He figures he's earned it.

*

When Billy hears the rumors on Monday about Chrissy & Jason's breakup, he can't help but smile to himself--Especially when he sees Chrissy at Eddie's locker later, returning the leather jacket he'd loaned her with way too big of a smile.

Just call him a fuckin' matchmaker.

Y’all I’m rewatching PLL on a free trial on HBOMax and I have a lot of thoughts from the first season... 

Nuff said

if you have ever suffered from…

• depression

• anxiety

• eating disorder

• self-harm

• ocd

• bipolar

• feelings of guilt and hopelessness

• suicidal thoughts

can you please reblog to show support for people who also suffer.

you are not alone.

Reblog if you are insecure about anything below:

-weight

-appearance

-intelligence (or lack of) 

-skills (or lack of) 

-weird hobbies

-friends (or lack of) 

-body

-personality

-family

Who ever reblogs this will get a message in their inbox.

if Michelle aka MJ is Peter’s love interest in the future, they better not have her “glo-up” and suddenly have perfect hair and perfect makeup and a killer super feminine outfit. Make him fall for the MJ we’re shown. Messy hair, little to no makeup, clothes favoring comfort over fashion, face buried in a book.

Okay, but I'm almost positive that Peter Parker played snare drum in marching band... Just throwing that out there...

thor ragnarok fight scene but holding out for a hero is playing

Tom Holland: My hair is ugly in Infinity War :(

Me:

Michelle “WILL FUCK UP THANOS FOR TOUCHING HER SMOL AND SWEET LITTLE BELOVED SECRET CRUSH AND UNDYING LOVE OF HER LIFE her friend” Jones

Tagging: @aqhrodites @peterjonesparker @suplosers @daisypeterparker @here-be-spideychelle

before and after thanos hurts your mans

*katniss everdeen voice* from now on, we’ll be using codenames; you may all address me as, “eagle one.” peeta is, “been there, done that.” johanna is, “currently doing that.” annie is, “it happened once in a dream.” finnick, “if i had to pick a dude.” madge, “i’d be lying if i said i hadn’t thought about it.” gale, “been there, done that, AND got the t-shirt.” and haymitch……… haymitch is, “eagle two.”

*haymitch abernathy voice* oh thank god

sometimes, I feel like I just want to leave. I just want to go home and never leave. I’m tired of feeling alone. I’m tired of feeling like the filler. I’m tired of liking someone who is never going to like me back. I’m tired of feeling like the outcast that no one would miss if they would leave. But mostly, I’m tired of feeling like I don’t belong anywhere and that everytime that I talk, it’s just noise coming out of some random animal that no one is even listening to.