![]() ![]() Your aunt and uncle finally met five years after college. Your dad had, ten years into their marriage, and now he lived in Denver, Colorado with a new wife and family. Getting your tattoo didn’t mean that you were going to find your soulmate right away. It was a rush of emotions coursing through you that didn’t fade away until you were in first period math, sitting in the same seat that you always did, staring at the chalkboard in the front of the room as other students filed in. When you saw the two-headed calf you were excited, bewildered, nervous, happy. Whatever was more binding than a soulmate, as if you’d been truly cut from the same cloth. ![]() But when a tattoo said as much about you as it did about the person you were bound to, that was something deeper. ![]() It was common knowledge that each person’s tattoo was unique, a symbol that was meant to encapsulate something important about their soulmate. So you knew, when you saw the tattoo, that it was something different, something you’d only heard about happenings handful of times, something extremely rare, that whoever your soulmate was, you had the same tattoo. Maybe it was silly and wistful but you thought the whole notion was romantic and you’d read what felt like thousands of accounts of people finding their soulmates. You recognized the meaning because it was your favorite poem and the thought alone made your entire heart feel like it was swelling. A two headed calf with a moon and stars that looked oddly soft and gentle for being a tattoo. You’d woken up on the morning of your 16th birthday to a warmth on your arm, the kind that made you rush to the bathroom and look in the mirror.Īnd there it was, your soulmate tattoo, exactly at the time you had been born, sixteen years prior. You had waited a mere six hours, if even that. Some people waited decades to meet their soulmates. ![]() In newspaper and carry him to the museum. Also I am EXTREMELY nervous because this is my first Eddie fic so handle me with kid gloves. I love love this poem and I was thinking of Eddie and it made me think of this poem and I had to write this. In the post-modern world of the internet age, where we have the luxury of looking into the past with rose-tinted glasses, Eddie is still here, making it okay for metal to have spectacle.Summary: You and Eddie are soulmates, but neither of you knows how to tell the other.Ī/N: I got the idea for this when I was writing my Steve Harrington AU drabble. But Eddie has stayed immortal for all time, and has shown up on everything from beer labels to jets. It’s this sort of over-the-top comic stage show that added to the fun behind each band. Music is a dosage of escapism and heavy metal was just fine with embellishing in the departure from reality. It was all a fantasy, because that’s what metal was always okay with being. In the ’80s it seemed every band had their mascot to further that image – Samson were known for Thunderstick, Motörhead for Snaggletooth, Riot for that weird weasel/mouse thing, Anthrax for Not Man, Megadeth for Rattlehead, etc. And every metal fan across the world cannot deny the most popular of these monsters is Eddie of Iron Maiden. Not only that, but then they sequentially added that same monster to every release going forward. Some played the Satanic threat card very heavily and have since built empires on a foundation of, “We are actually the spawn of the devil, be very fucking afraid.” But along the way, some fucking psychopath came up with the idea of adding a cartoon monster to a band’s live set. Box addresses requiring their little sister to answer fan mail. Unknown groups created their own fan clubs or ‘hordes’, listing defunct P.O. Mysterious promo photos, ridiculous attire, and absurd names for members. An iconic logo and a sprinkling of shock value sometimes caught the attention of the squares. Bands had to really plan out their brand, and looking back there were quite a few funny attempts at standing out in the crowd. Put yourself in the shoes of a young musician in the late ’70s/early ’80s and reflect on how you could make your craft known to the world at large. ![]()
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