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i remember that one

edd: my husband is constantly mocking me for how lightly done I like my toast. “your hot bread is done,” he says to me. disgusting

eddy: i don’t say that. “hot” would imply it’s been in the toaster for more than fifteen seconds “your lightly warmed bread is done” i tell you

eddy: one of these days i’m not even gonna put it in the toaster, just gonna breathe real hard on the bread for a minute and you’ll be like “wow this is perfectly done”

edd: “thank you so much for warming up my bread for me honey, I’m so glad we’re married, I love you” I say to you every time your mean little ass makes toast for me

not gonna say it again

imagine being a teacher in the eene universe and you're writing notes on the whiteboard for your new 8th grade science class when a voice breaks your concentration.

"erm.... excuse me..."

an otherwise inoccuous interjection, the adenoidal voice with which it's spoken conjures up memories of the innumerable exasperated anecdotes exchanged in the teachers' lounge last year involving a particular student who, as it was told, wore the same black hat to school every day.

dread washes over you as you remember the behatted boy seated directly behind you in the first row.

oh god. oh no. could it be?

you turn stiffly, daring a look at the strange child wearing an ironed t-shirt and for some reason, a necktie. various writing utensils and a single blank sheet of college-ruled paper are organized conspicuously neatly upon his desk. he's attempting what looks to be a smile through an obviously perturbed expression. you force your own tight smile before answering:

"yes..?"

with an index finger raised, the notorious nudnik begins with a high pitched "actually," that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.

in an instant, you're working desperately to recall the passion that led you into this line of work, to remind yourself of your duty to educate the next generation of upstanding citizens. it's a fruitless endeavor however, as eventually your eyes glaze over while the yam-headed boy continues his soliloquy. you're only able to snap out of your daze long enough to glance at your watch and experience a fleeting relief that there are only 10 minutes left in this period.

it's unclear how much time has passed when the lexical onslaught ends and you're brought back to the now uncomfortably silent classroom. you compose yourself through the sudden nausea with a deep breath, and, knowing full well that you haven't heard a word he's said, you muster the verbal equivalent to a pat on the head.

"of course. thank you, uh.."

"oh, my name is eddward - with two d's!"

seemingly satisfied, judging by the gapped rictus that's returned to his pallid face, he perks up in his chair and folds his hands atop the desk, careful not to disturb the perfectly aligned implements below. you hesitate, but slowly slink back to the board to wrap up your lesson. with his unblinking eyes watching every careful stroke of your dry erase marker, a single tear rolls down your cheek upon realizing that this is your life for the better part of the next 9 months.

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Reposting this to make sure Curt sees this next time he browses Tumblr

double dee smoke a fat blunt for all your double dee smoking a fat blunt needs

silly memes of the eds i made

this and more are on my pinterest!! go check it out losers!!!! (totally not self-promo)

I've been laughing so hard at this scene because I thought Double D was screaming at Eddy's legs for no apparent reason. I thought, "Why did he react so terrified to Eddy's legs? lmao".

Only after watching it thousands of times did I realize he thought Eddy was dead 😭 sometimes I'm too slow and literal because autism.

Anyway "Honor Thy Ed" is one of my favorite episodes for sure.