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depressedtheatrekiddo · 6 months

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Steddie kinda famous AU(?) | Genderfluid Stevie <3 | Eddie is a rat man and I laugh at him (I would probably be like that if I was Steve Harrington husband but that's not about me) | Live laugh love Stevie | Pushing the history teacher Steve agenda because he's a variant of Hob Gadling >:D

[I'm sorry if it has errors it's been a while since I had written something in English (it's not my first language) so whatever mistake I have feel free to tell me and I'll edit <3]

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Corroded Coffin seemed to be popular, things were getting better for them, they still had to do part time job because of that 'what if?' but things were going well. Definitely.

In an interview they asked about a song, the meaning. And the shit man Eddie Munson is, he answered with a grin on his face "That's about Stevie, as most of them".

And the fans went crazy, trying to find someone with that name in the Corroded Coffin set or working at some usual bar they played at.

"They is a history teacher" Eddie Munson told the world in another interview "and we are married" he showed the camera a ring he had next to his guitar pick on his neck, he had the biggest smirk on his face.

Then Corroded Coffin were guests of a fundraising gala, they were asked to play at it to attract more people. It was a fancy gala tho, everyone was in their bests dresses and all.

"This one's for my beautiful angel there, who looks as gorgeous as always" And Eddie winked at a special balcony of the vip guests.

Most of the public saw Eddie laughing softly, but they didn't know why. In that balcony a lovely brunette in a marion blue dress gave the guitarist and second voice of Corroded Coffin the middle finger as he had a stupid lovely gaze on their face while she blushed a little.

"Yeah love ya too sweetie" Eddie chuckled before starting with the show.

Later at the gala people saw Eddie Munson next to the tall brunette in that marion dress.

"So are you Eddie's girlfriend?" An interviewer asked, he looked at Stevie with those eyes Eddie didn't like.

But Eddie laughed as he waited for Steve's answer, that was going to be good as hell, they had the bitchy face on.

"Not a girl" Steve smirked "And definitely not his girlfriend, nor boyfriend, nor partner" She looked down at the man, who seemed so little compared to them "He's my husband"

"I am" Eddie smiled so stupidly in love as he looked up at Stevie, who usually wasn't that tall but with the black heels they was wearing today the difference was more than usual.

"Uh— Yeah" The interviewer looked at different places to get outta there

"You got any problem with that sir?"

"N-no it's perfectly fine ma'am— I mean sir— I mean—"

Steve snorted "Come on darling, let's go somewhere else without this kind of people"

And where Stevie went Eddie followed

The amount of edits with the song 'walk em like a dog' after that gala were more than years the Earth has.

"Teddy, look, another one" Steve chuckled as she showed Eddie his phone.

"Stop with that, you menace" Eddie laid down on the couch, next to his significant other, trying to take their phone away playfully.

"Erica is going to bully you so bad" Stevie giggled.

"And Red too" Eddie sighed "Jesus Christ, Stevie I am like that always?"

"It's cute"

"I hate you" Eddie muttered as Steve put on the baseball match of today.

"Love you too sunshine" She smiled softly as they started playing with Eddie's hair.

#steddie #genderfluid steve harrington #loml <3 #eddie munson #he's the raccoon man #like rockstar in a rat man way #steve x eddie #I see the way Stevie and Hob are connected idc what you say #I'm living for this #there's another thing I have where Steve is a drag queen and it's about platonic stobin what dya think about???#I'm writing again 😭🌟#steddie it's my comfort ship now #pandalily I'll come back someday #stranger things #I'M BACKKK #*insert Dusty and Stevie scene in S3 you know what*#have a nice day <3 #ALSO IMAGINE THAT STEVIE WOULD BE YOUR TEACHER #I would be insane #imagine seeing them on tv with that random rockstar your brother listens at #and go “that's my history teacher”#that would be wild #because Steve's Barbie and Eddie is his Ken idc what dyall say #kiddos go like “yeah my super cool lovely history teacher Stevie and their husband Eddie Munson”#“EDDIE MUNSON THE ROCKSTAR?”#“what?” and then the kids go wild (yeah even more)

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strrwbrrryjam · 6 months

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rockstar: here is micah bell. he is racist, he is misogynistic, and he harasses his fellow gang members as well as sexually towards the women in camp. he assaults several gang members. he's antagonistic to the player and the protagonist. arthur doesn't like him. no one in the gang (aside from dutch) likes him, no one feels safe with him. he spoke about "taking" a young deceased girl in a very creepy way. he is not a man that you can put your trust in. we've planted evidence at his camp that he was obviously planning something. we've had the pinkertons confess on micah's behalf that he was working with them and ratting them out.

incredibly stupid rdr2 player: oh but what if he didn't work alone. what if it's this young woman who came into the gang and got pregnant in her second or third year in the gang, who was then abandoned by her partner for the first year of her son's life. who knows that being in the gang is dangerous, for her and her son. who wants her son to grow up without the threat of dying hanging over her young son's head. who doesn't want her or her son to see his partner die. who is obviously in distress as gang members keep dying around her. whose fucking scared.

man, she's such a bitch to her partner, who disrespects her at every turn and then again abandoned her for the first year of her son's life and likely never apologized for it and barely acknowledges the fact that he even has a son and often accuses her of infidelity.

i mean, it doesn't make sense, right, that she, a young, healthy young woman escaped from the cops in disguise, from cops who wouldn't know her association with the gang, as she hasn't been in the gang that long and obviously with a young child, wouldn't go on a lot of the big jobs, but this old man, with a chronic illness and is the second most important gang member, who cares for this young woman and her child and sees her as family and wants the best for them and wants them out of the gang, who obviously had sacrificed himself for her so that they can live a better life.

another incredibly stupid rdr2 player: oh, yeah, you're right! although, it could have been this young woman, who was abused throughout the story of the game and disrespected at every turn by the gang leader. who was isolated from everyone because of the gang leader. who no one in the gang really likes due to the manipulations of the gang leader. who is losing her sanity due to the mistreatment and isolation over the course of the story. who is often interrupted when she tries to interact with other gang members and is often disregarded as less important and no ones priority. who is scared and alone, that when she disappears no one in the gang really notices or even cares.

incredibly stupid rdr2 player: oh man, you might be on to something there, i mean, she confessed, right? when she was incredibly drunk and in so much distress and obviously suicidal because of everything she went through over the course of the game. who is hurting so much that when she is dragged back to the gang, she is so clearly desperate for death and is pulling everything out of her ass for someone, anyone to free her from her daily torment. the rat could absolutely be her, right?

another incredibly stupid rdr2 player: man we are sooo smart. we obviously aren't just being incredibly sexist and take every opportunity to hate women even though we have nothing really to back up this statement.

rockstar: i fucking hate you guys.

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 micah bell #micah bell #rdr2 abigail roberts #abigail roberts #rdr2 molly o'shea #molly o'shea #strawberry speaks

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the-90s-music-colosseum · 8 months

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Round 2 Group D Match 6

expand for propaganda! (major wall of text warning)

Henry Rollins:

"Honestly, Johnny Mnemonic Henry with the glasses and the lab coat was pretty hot"

"A wonderful physical specimen. Plus he’s really funny and weird….best hot ones interview of all time."

"I want him to run me over with a bus"

Stephen Malkmus:

"i can't even stand stephen malkmus but there's a very special girl out there who needs this win"

"My perpetually stoned, nonsensical girlfriend...if we don't invent the time machine soon I might die. He's like 6 ft tall so unfortunately I'd be like one of those birds that ride on giraffes and eat bugs out of their fur. And then I'd die in a weed accident during the recording of Wowee Zowee? Before that though I'd spend 25 hrs a day in bed with him. Alright thanks"

"Stephen Malkmus chronically addicted to moaning and gasping in Pavement songs like he’s getting the best dicking down of his life in the back of the tour bus while everyone else is asleep"

"This is the indie-label match, right? Then it has to be Malkmus, he *made* the scene. And he's still releasing excellent music today. He's just the most influential rockstar of the 90s."

"my gay pavement fan uncle gets out of prison tonight and he knows you ratted him out in '06. the only way to make this right is to vote for stephen"

"Pretty please vote for him, my friend loves him and he really wants him to win"

""There were times he refused to speak to his bandmates, pulling a jacket over his head and referring to himself as "the little bitch"." I have also heard him refer to himself as a brat, a queen, a primadonna, a sociopath, and a narcissist. All of these descriptors have made me want to slam him against a wall and turn his neck fun new colors."

"I mean, Pavement is THEE indie band of the 90s. The lowkey snark, Koreaaaa, so much style that it's wasted. And Malkmus is an understated cool rockstar: the hair, the face, Silver Jews! He never ever sold out. He's the 90s."

"the most beautiful man ever he looks like a gorgeous fairytale prince. he has been hot since he emerged on the scene and continues to be so as their reunion tour comes to a close. stephen forever"

"we have to consider the autism swagger. find me a pavement write up that doesn’t spend three paragraphs waxing lyrical on his inability to make eye contact. find me a YouTube comment section that doesn’t have hoards of moms swooning over his flat affect. his refusal to wear anything more formal than a flannel for the first decade of his career? genuinely culturally influential. 30 glorious years of expressionless performances. sunglasses in the dark. so many straight men falling over themselves for him they made a joke about it in the Barbie movie. raw tbh sex appeal. and he’s got a great nose"

"he had a couple of unfortunate haircuts during this period but highkey i would break both of my arms to just be able to make out with him. please vote for SM my life is in danger if you don't"

#most attractive 90s musician #polls #poll #90s music #tournament #henry rollins #black flag #stephen malkmus #pavement

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loycspotting · 3 days

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13. Ewan McGregor Movie Review: Velvet Goldmine (1998)

Happy Pride Month!❤️🌈❤️We've made it to 1998 and can take a breather because Ewan only made two movies this year. How appropriate that on the first week of Pride Month the first review is the LGBTQ film "Velvet Goldmine"! I swear I didn't plan this. Maxwell Demon must have arranged it in the stars 😏. Also, I came across three different runtimes for this movie. The version I watched had a runtime of 1 hour and 58 minutes so the Screentime Percentage is based off of that.

Movie Synopsis: "Velvet Goldmine" is a Musical/Drama directed by Todd Haynes. It stars Jonathan Rhys Meyers, Christian Bale, and Ewan McGregor. Toni Collette also plays a supporting role. She was in "Emma" with Ewan. If you're someone who doesn't like musicals because of the "unrealistic" factor then you'll be happy to know that's not the case here. The movie is a musical because the characters are singers/musicians and they perform throughput the movie. The film is about British glam rocker Brian Slade who fakes his own death and disappears from the public in the 70s. Ten years later, Arthur Stuart, a journalist, is given the task to unearth what really happened to the rockstar and where he is now. His search brings him in contact with former stars who knew Slade and causes him to reflect on his own tumultuous past.

Ewan Review: Ewan plays the character Curt Wild. Curt Wild is a gay American man who's the lead singer and guitarist of his band The Rats. Brian Slade is greatly inspired by Curt and convinces him to collaborate on some projects. Eventually, what starts as a professional relationship blossoms into something more. Ewan speaks with an American English accent for this role which sounds a little funny at times. He has long blond hair for some of the movie which I like. He has two male love interests and a kiss scene. There's also one sex scene and one implied sex scene. He pretty much never wears a shirt and in one scene even strips nude while performing! And yes, that means you get to see his penis. Speaking of performing, he sings thrice and two of those times are full performances. Fun fact: he sang all of his vocals live instead of lip syncing to a pre-recorded track while filming! As far as acting, I think he did well with the limited amount of screentime he had.

Screentime Percentage (numbers are rounded to the nearest whole number): Ewan is on screen for a grand total of 20/118 minutes making his SP 17%.

To Ewan or not to Ewan: Is the movie worth watching for Ewan content alone? Yes, even though he doesn't have much screen time, he makes the most of it. Is the movie worth watching in general? Yes, it's a great LGBTQ movie! Plus, the soundtrack is infectious.

Where to Watch: "Velvet Goldmine" is available for rent on YouTube, Google Play Movies and TV, Fandango at Home, and Amazon Prime Video. It's also currently uploaded for free on YouTube through the account SELVA BEATS. Just search "Velvet Goldmine 1998 filme raro leg". Heads up: the movie has Portuguese subtitles that can't be turned off. Lastly, you can pirate the movie on soap2day.

Closing Thoughts: This movie makes me go Wild (pun-intended😉) with each watch. The music, costumes, performances, acting, EVERYTHING makes my heart pound. When I watched it for the first time I said the same thing Arthur did in the movie, "That's me! That's me!" It's been 26 years since it was released and in 2024 I was able to say, "That's me." I felt hope. I felt less alone. And I know I'm not the only one who saw themselves and felt the same. "Velvet Goldmine" is a beautiful movie in every way and well worth a watch.

#ewan mcgregor #ewan mcgregor movie review #film review #movie review #velvet goldmine #curt wild #brian slade #pride month #lgbtq movies #90s movies #todd haynes #toni collette #christian bale #jonathan rhys meyers #glam rock #david bowie #musicals #jack fairy

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hyperfixated-gvf · 1 year

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Slut Era

Pairing: No pairing | No rating | Words: 1.1k

Warnings: Language, use of the word 'slut' but in a funny way, mention of Josh's rat-tail

Summary: Danny finds out that the fandom has picked up on his sluttiness; comedic shenanigans ensue.

Author's Note: Just a dialogue-heavy crack fic that I wrote purely for my own enjoyment.

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“Everybody’s saying that I’m in my slut era. You hear that guys? They know I’m a slut now.”

In the midst of relative silence between the four boys, Danny’s statement came with a tilt of his lips and a sparkle of amusement – his new discovery would put an end to the calm, and he was fully aware of that fact.

Sam honked, winking at Danny from his spot on the floor, feet propped up on the couch and bare. “Now. There’s no shame in being a late bloomer, Daniel. We love you all the same.”

“And now look at me – sluttier than you,” Danny cooed.

“Who’s sluttier than who?” Josh asked, finally looking up from his phone after searching through his list of podcasts and not finding anything more interesting than the conversation he’d only just registered.

“Danny’s sluttier than Sam,” Jake explained casually from beside Josh. “They’re saying that he’s in his slut era.”

“Who’s they?”

Jake rolled his eyes, already fed up with his twin’s obliviousness two sentences into the conversation. “If you had been listening–”

Sam interrupted Jake’s exasperation with his own, though, saying, “Who the fuck do you think they are? It’s not like I’ve suddenly identified as non-binary without telling you guys. The fans, Josh. The fans know that Danny’s a slut.”

Josh nodded in understanding, gaze sliding over to Danny. “He has been lately, hasn’t he?”

Danny shrugged, rather nonplussed at the label. “I’m enjoying my single rockstar status and will not be apologizing for it; in fact, I’m proud to be in my slut era. It means I’m the most desirable of the band,” he grinned, knowing that the Kiszkas wouldn’t take that lying down.

He was met with three immediate boos and giggled at the reaction.

“If being single and a rockstar is what qualifies you for a slut era, then we share the desirability, Daniel,” Josh scoffed, crossing his arms.

“No, it’s what you do with your single rockstar-ness that qualifies you. Which, if my calculations are correct–”

“Observations.”

Jake scowled at Sam for interrupting him. “What?”

Sam raised his brows, a classic ‘duh’ in his expression, which pissed Jake off even more – Sam knew full well what he was doing, because Jake had always been extremely hot-headed when it came to people patronizing him, but especially Sam. “You never calculated anything. You’re observing,” Sam corrected. “So, according to your observations…” He waited expectantly for Jake to go on.

“Sam, fuck off,” Jake said with a flick of his middle finger. “You’re being insufferable again. Anyways, as I was saying, according to my calculations, Josh, you do not qualify for a slut era,” Jake sniggered, brushing off Sam’s Sam-ness as he always did. “I, however, am still in my slut era because I get regular sex and have been the most desirable since…ever, actually.”

Again, a chorus of boos rang around the bus.

“You are not in your slut era,” Sam scoffed. “You’ve literally been a monogamous man for the past four years or some shit – you get regular sex with the same woman, which doesn’t count. Maybe when you were in high school. That was your slut era.”

Danny burst out in giggles and gave Jake a smarmy grin. “Yeah, Jake peaked in high school.”

The others joined in on the laugh, making fun at Jake’s expense. But Jake just rolled his eyes and sat back, a pout on his face. “I did not peak in high–”

“Jake peaked in high school! Jake peaked in high school! Jake peaked in high school!”

Once the chant was established, Jake gave them all an unamused glare and made to get up, but Josh pulled him back down next to him. “Oh, don’t be such a spoilsport. Besides, what would Jita say if we told her you got pissy because we said you don’t fuck other women?”

“She’d said, ‘Oh, Jake, I know you’re still in your slut era and I’m thankful for that fact every day–’”

“No she would not!”

The others had continued snickering at Jake’s high-pitched falsetto and how they all knew he was joking. When they’d all caught their breath, Sam sighed. “When would my slut era be? Cal A. Bungah, maybe?”

“Absolutely not,” Jake denied immediately. “But it can’t be before you lost your–”

Sam stopped him with a finger. “I still don’t care that you whored around in high school while I remained an angel until I was 19. I never will, regardless of what those shit interviewers said that one time.”

“An angel,” Danny scoffed. “Don’t forget I was still your best friend who you told everything - even when I didn’t want to hear it - before you went all the way.”

Sam grinned at him. “I’m trying to make a case for myself here, buddy, help me out.”

“No. For calling me a late bloomer, you sure are throwing stones at glass houses.”

Sam stuck his tongue out and Danny swatted at it, starting a small push-and-pull spat between the two until Josh picked the conversation back up.

“I think you and I were in our slut era at the same time,” Josh told Sam, recentering the conversation. “You don’t remember the 70’s fuck-boy outfits you were rocking when you were– what, 20–ish?”

Danny sucked a breath in. “Yeah, the one-button-at-the-bottom open shirts with the long hair, colored glasses, and the dangly necklaces were pretty peak slut era for you, Sammy.”

“And I was in my slut era with my rat tail around the same time,” Josh mused.

“Slut buddies!” Sam cried happily, grinning and holding his hand up for Josh to slap. Josh gladly gave him a high-five and settled back in while Jake waved his arms in the air, locking eyes with Josh so that his twin knew he was speaking directly to him.

“Your rat-tail was not the reason you were in your slut era Josh,” Jake enunciated deliberately, making sure that Josh didn’t get on his delusions again that the hairstyle had been a lady-killer. “There were some women who liked the rat-tail, but it was not the reason for your slut era. Repeat after me: I was a slut with a rat-tail. Not because of the rat-tail.”

Josh did not, in fact, repeat after Jake; he only stuck his tongue out and said, “So, in peak slut era order, it would be Jake, me, Sam, Danny? But Sam and I were kinda interchangeable.”

The others nodded in agreement. “I think that’s fair,” Danny said.

It was quiet for a few seconds before Sam giggled under his breath and finished off the conversation with, “I think we should try to get a crowd chant going next show. Danny, lead us off?”

With an understanding between them nearly as strong as the twins, Danny pumped his arm up and down in the air.

“Jake peaked in high school! Jake peaked in high school! Jake peaked in high school!”

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ravennaortiz · 2 months

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Explanations

Chapter 16 of Countdown

As always this is an 18+ only story. This story is AU based and not your typical Sons of Anarchy story. Some readers may find some plot lines and changes to some characters to be problematic please read at your discretion. This story also time jumps heavily so keep this in mind as you read!

Warnings: General themes of the show such as violence, drugs, swearing etc, minor age gap, minor smut in later chapters.

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"Someone want to explain?" inquired Jax as he folded his arms and looked from his little sister to the men on either side of her. No one spoke for a moment until Bishop cleared his throat drawing his attention to him.

"Your men have been here the last few months. They did not play a part in what happened to Zobelles daughter. Some.....mischief was done but nothing violent or brutal." offered Bishop as he met Jax's gaze.

"Why did you skip town?" asked Jax his gaze turning to Half-Sack.

"That bullshit deal you made with Zobelle. It didn't sit right with me. I couldn't stand behind you if you were willingly to trade Rocky so easily." replied Half-Sack honestly not looking away from Jax.

"I did not trade her" growled Jax slamming his hand on the table. Half-Sack simply shrugged but kept his mouth shut.

"I taunted Clay. That is why this happened" stated Rocky quietly, desperate to get Jax's anger off Half. This was her fault entirely and she couldn't let him or Juice take the fall for her. No matter how much they wanted too she had been adamant about this.

"Why the hell would you do that?" snapped Jax his eyes snapping to his sister. Rocky stared down at the table as she felt tears start to pool in her eyes.

"I wanted to help" replied Rocky meekly as her voice cracked. She felt Juice pat her leg under the table in comfort and squeezed his hand back as a thank you. This interaction was lost on Jax but not Chibs. Nor was the glare Half had been giving Jax every time he raised his voice at Rocky.

"All you needed to do was stay put and do what you were told" stated Jax firmly as he felt Chibs hand on his shoulder. Jax tried to recompose himself as he rubbed his face with his hands. "Rocky. I need you safe, that was the whole point of having you put under Mayan protection. I can't keep you safe if you put yourself in harm's way" stated Jax after a couple minutes.

"I know. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause any problems" apologized Rocky as she looked up at him, her eyes shining with tears.

"Its okay Rockstar" soothed Jax his heart breaking at her tears. "Where is Rat?" he asked after a moment realizing the other young man was not present.

"With Tig" answered Juice. "We were planning on kidnapping Rocky" he added meeting Jax's gaze.

Jax mulled the response over before replying. "So you all were going to kidnap my sister from safety of the Mayans and what? Live happily ever after?

Rocky looked down at her lap as she felt her cheeks warm and her heart speed up at the idea. "Something like that" replied Rocky as she shrugged trying to play it cool. Last thing she needed was Jax suspecting she was interested in anything but being best friends with the guy on either side of her.

"What did you taunt Clay about that gave him leverage to pull this stunt?" asked Jax curiously.

Rocky swallowed hard and contemplated how to respond. "I don't want to talk about it" she replied as she looked back up at him before quickly looking away.

When no one said anything further Bishop spoke up.

"Rocky dear. Why don't you step out and go keep the boys in line for me while we talk a few more details out" stated Bishop as he smiled softly at her.

Once Rocky had made her way out Jax sighed heavily. The last almost year had taken its toll on him.

"Remember what I said about brutality Jax?" inquired Bishop as he leaned back in his chair.

"That its sometimes the answer." replied Jax as he looked up at the older man.

"Rocky moved the rest of your assets out of the firing range for you. So do her a favor and rain hell fire down on the scum of Charming and anyone who wishes to stand against you." stated Bishop with a grin. "My men are more than happy to stand alongside you and take a possible death for Rocky" he added thinking about the meeting he had had with his men the night before.

"Lets fight" agreed Jax after a moment as he locked eyes with Bishop.

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unwanted-animal · 2 years

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Billy can feel eyes on him. That’s par for the course. It’s what he wants - that’s why he drives like a bat out of hell, why he wears clothes so tight his body is always on display, why he leave his shirts unbuttoned and why he works out. Hell, it’s why he’s out at a bar with a fake ID. He craves attention. This time it isn’t from a horny housewife, a scandalized parent, or a disapproving teacher, though.

It’s from the town freak.

Eddie Munson is a few years his senior, still not old enough to buy beer but close enough the owner of the bar lets his band play on weekends. He shouts out lyrics to a handful of drunks, grinning brightly as if he doesn’t have a care in the world. He is in his element, performing with his friends, playing out his rockstar fantasy.

And his rich brown eyes are focused on Billy.

The music is good. Billy likes it, though he wouldn’t admit it to anyone in his circles. He likes metal, and Eddie is the embodiment of the underground metal scene tonight. His curls frame his face like a halo, wild and untamed, and his tight black jeans and torn shirt make him look…

Good.

He looks good, Billy thinks, drinking a beer and leaning against the bar. Another thought he’d never share, not even under torture - he wasn’t supposed to think men looked good. Or sexy. Or want to slide his hands under the ripped black cotton of -

Before he knows it their set ends and instead of helping the guys put away their instruments, Eddie hops off the stage and saunters right up to him. He’s got no game, all the frenetic energy of his performance is gone, but he approaches Billy all the same.

Ballsy of him.

“Hey!” Eddie calls, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Billy idly wonders how there’s even room for that. “You’re not part of our usual audience. Billy, right?” He leans in, hair falling into his face, as he whispers “I’ve seen you on the basketball team.” Eddie winks and straightens back up. He isn’t going to rat him out. Billy breathes a slow sigh of relief.

“And you’re… I don’t know your name,” Billy lies.

“Eddie. Town pariah. Aspiring metal musician. Hookup for whatever you might need in a place like Hawkins.”

Ah. He’s trying to make a sale.

“What have you got, Eddie?”

Eddie places a hand on his arm and leads him toward a booth at the back of the bar, far from the ears of that night’s bartender. He slips into the seat and motions for Billy to follow. Normally Billy would be pissed, but he’s got a decent buzz going and Eddie is cute like minded enough for him to trust him.

“I’ve got bud mostly, but I’ve got some K and some acid back at my trailer. I can get ecstasy but it’ll be a few days, but I don’t do anything harder than that.”

He stares at Eddie, at the way he props his chin in his hand and smiles at him, and Billy starts to feel braver than he has in a while. Since California.

“Why are you the town pariah? Is it because you sell?”

“Nah, nah, man. People would love me for that. It’s ‘cause I don’t go with the flow. You know? I don’t ‘fit in’ to any of the stereotypes we’re supposed to strive for in a small town like this. I’m loud, I cuss, I drive too fast, I blare metal at night, and I don’t care about a nine to five.”

Eddie laughs and shakes his head, and Billy finds himself wanting to touch his hair.

“That’s it?”

“… and they know I’m different,” Eddie whispers. “Can’t even say it here. But I’m a double threat in the dating pool, if you get me.”

Fuck. Billy does. That’s the problem.

“You wanna show me what you got back at your place? I’ll race you there,” Billy says, lighting a cigarette and taking a drag. The smoke blooms from his plump lips and is it just him, or does Eddie look mesmerized? He grins and licks his teeth, leaving his tongue peeking out for just a moment.

He’s right. Eddie is staring.

“Yeah? You know the trailer park?”

“Kinda. Had a few dates out there.”

“Then race me there. Pay your tab!”

Eddie jumps up and hurries out to the van. He carries the instruments to shows, and everyone else is already gone. Perfect. He turns on the van and shoves in an Iron Maiden tape, and soon he’s screeching down the road toward home. Billy isn’t far behind him, tossing a twenty and a five to the bartender and racing toward his Camaro. He can outrun that big-ass tank of a van, and he knows it.

Twenty minutes later the door to Eddie’s trailer slams open, Billy’s hands on his ass and Eddie gripping the collar of his leather jacket. It’s a good thing Wayne works nights, because neither boy can keep quiet as they kiss and stumble their way toward the couch.

#mungrove #beddie #billy Hargrove #Eddie munson #jwrites #strangerthingsfic

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Possible controversial Red Dead Redemption 2 topic. Brace yourselves.

SPOILERS BELOW!!!

When Molly gets taken down by Miss Grimshaw, at the start of chapter 6, you’ll get to walk around the camp and talk to members of the gang and hear their responses to how they feel about Molly‘s departure, and by what Molly told Dutch and the gang about her “betrayal”.

There’s one particular member of the gangs response that always bothered me or rubbed me the wrong way and that was Sadie’s. Only because when we meet Sadie in chapter 1 through chapter 6, we don’t see any interaction between her and Molly so for her to have such strong hate towards Molly and her death makes little to no sense to me. Everybody else in the gang makes sense because they’ve known Molly for few months to a few years. I mean hell, Mary-Beth and Karen felt bad for Molly‘s death. Karen, who, often got into arguments and physical fights with Molly, got into a screaming match with Miss Grimshaw over killing Molly and calling Miss Grimshaw a murderer, because she knew that Molly wasn’t a rat, and that Molly was simply in love.

When we rescue John from Sisika Penitentiary, Sadie calls Molly a bitch (“The bitch”) due to ratting on the gang. Which, of course, later in the chapter we find out that Molly was not the rat, it was Micah, Molly only said that to get Dutch’s attention and possibly just get herself killed. I don’t know. We don’t fully know what was going on in Molly‘s headspace besides her being drunk and a woman betrayed by someone who she loved. I failed to record it, but when I was walking around the camp, Sadie had mentioned that Molly got what she deserved, and that Miss Grimshaw did the right thing, only adding on to my confusion as to why she’s so bitter.

In Sadie defense, I get it because she’s a part of the gang now, and she’s loyal to some of the gang members who she cares about. This is her new family now, considering what happened to her husband. Members such as Arthur, Abigail, John, Jack, and Charles. I can’t really speak on everybody else because it’s not really shown throughout the story as strongly as everyone else mentioned a sentence ago. And for someone to rat on the gang meant you had to go (by death or kicked out). I’d like to point out that Arthur didn’t want Molly to be killed, he wanted her to be tossed out simply because she had gone crazy, and when we play as Arthur, it shows that even he doesn’t fully believe that she ratted on the gang.

In some ways, I wish that rockstar had made some conversations between Molly and Sadie, to which Sadie could talk to Molly about her husband. Telling Molly about how a real man shows his love and devotion to his woman. That way that could be something they could bond over. Maybe that could’ve been the driving force to make Molly realize that Dutch never really loved her. Molly could’ve lived instead of died, and she could’ve escaped the gang and moved on somewhere else to live a better life instead of what she got in the end. I just don’t agree with Sadie emotions/behavior (I don’t know how to word it) towards Molly considering they had little to no interaction with each other.

Am I overthinking this??? Also, I’d like to point out that this is not me hating on Sadie in no way, shape or form. I just want to put that out there for all the Sadie lovers. I love her too, but I had to put that out there.

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #molly o'shea #sadie adler #am i overthinking this?#red dead fandom #red dead redemption 2 chapter 6 #Molly O’Shea deserved better #this is not me hating on Sadie Adler #I’m just ranting #arthur morgan #rdr2 community #karen jones #mary beth gaskill

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Ok this is personal you don't have to answer this publicly unless you really want to... (Long time fan of your work, you basically got me on tumblr because I saw your work featured on the Rockstar fanwire thing they had back in the day and ive been hooked ever since. Your art got me into the Junkers in a big big way as wel...) Might I suggest peeking at Astarion from Baldur's Gate if you haven't already? I know... I know... On the surface I was very dubious because he is such a prettyboy elf (the opposite of my taste) and he is so stuck up besides... but the more you learn about him, the more you find out what a miserable little rat of a man he is and always has been... Gremlin man. His beauty and misplaced sense of arrogance is basically all he has going for him. I just honestly think you would find him amusing considering your past tastes. Also he is incredibly well written and is canonically pansexul. Anyway, thanks even just for reading! ILU NO MATTER WHAT!!!

hey there ! ohh god the rockstar fanwire... that was so wild... being exposed to gamers with your fanart is kinda... well. but glad that you stayed, really appreciate it ! and ah yes yes, astarion... i'm really digging the fanart i've been seeing, he seems like a fun, well-written character. i'm kind of very jealous of everyone who's able to play bg3... i have neither the equipment nor the time to venture into sth that huge rn.

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Don't let Giovanni try redbull. Or monster. Or rockstar. Or any energy drink realy.

A rule of thumb within the Fatui ranks is to never give any of the Dottore's, the actual one or not, any sort of caffeine. Not only will they be bouncing off the walls for hours on end, but they will also likely cause another Archon war or diplomatic accident (depending on what they get their hands on first). This goes for all of them, including this evil little rat creature (affectionate), who is specifically banned from any sort of sugar or otherwise by Irnes, for the safety of the lab and everyone in it.

Pantalone has also specifically banned caffeine because of how jittery it makes the lot (they clearly don't listen) and has the occasional day that he shows up with enough tea to kill a man, all in little stylized cups he knows the clones love. Of course, he makes sure that Dottore doesn't burn himself while trying to drink the piping tea too fast, he has to take care of the senior citizen fulfilling his wishes after all. Meanwhile the clones are screaming in self-inflicted agony in the background trying to find cold water (or ice, which many learn the hard way that it shouldn't be applied to burned tongues). All in a day's work for the Regrator.

Irnes is on his fifth cup at that point and is spiraling. Tsaritsa forbid he actually gets a moment's silence in this house.

#giovanni #irnes #il dottore's clones #il dottore #pantalone #dottolone #fatui harbingers #fatui headcanons #genshin impact #genshin impact headcanons

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hecatombi · 8 months

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@rage-reloaded // X

It wasn't every day that you came across someone as strange as Chai himself. He'd kind of resigned himself to never finding someone out there who would work like he does; moving to a beat only he can hear, the world streaming neverending music. And the wannabe rockstar didn't really mind knowing as much; even if, sometimes, it made him feel a bit lonely.

That is .. until today. It happened while plucking at his guitar in his hideout, spacing out to the sound of rhythmic water droplets, of metal pipes carrying liquids unknown, of Peppermint's computer fans whirring.... So many familiar noises, same old same old. So imagine his surprise when his core picked up a new beat, having sensed a new sound. What could that possibly be?? Snapping out of his spacey stupor, he looked for the new sound, for the source of that unfamiliar noise. And to his surprise, it was ..

.. .. ..

... a weird looking rat??

"Uhhh," he glanced around the room, metal arm gripping the couch and pulling his body this way and that when looking for anyone else in the hideout. He didn't see anyone else here, so they couldn't take care of this rat. With a mixed whine and groan, throwing back his head, he slunk off the couch and to the ground. He approached Mad Rat as slow as possible, even hunkering down to get to the rat's level, offering his metal hand out for him to climb onto if he wished.

"Heeeeeyyyyy... little buddy. I think you might be lost. Do you want out of here?"

Man. He REALLY hopes he doesn't need to grab this thang.

#╰┈➤ 🎸 [ REPLY ] chai #well it's technically a starter but MREAH #i haven't gotten to use him very much so i hope you don't mind if i happen to be any bit rocky!

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Waking Up Again

[tagging @joyful-downer so u can see this!!]

summary:

Nick Lightbearer wakes up again, only instead of a pretty bird or his rat manager, it’s someone rather unexpected- someone… dangerous.

basically a Foggy Jack/Nick Lightbearer fic bc there r only TWO on AO3 and i am going insane

fic and warnings under readmore!

sorry it’s not longer ^^” i kinda ran out of steam for this one, but i have more Jack and Nick stuff in the works >:)

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things to expect:

-3rd POV

-dark content(WHF-typical)

-nsfw(mostly just suggestive stuff, questionably consensual though)

-alternative ending? i guess?

-hopefully not too OOC

-toxic relationship 🫣(>:3)

-more, probably

really hoping i dont let ppl down with this one [sweats nervously]

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Nick awoke with a start… again. His memories came in flashes that caused him to flinch slightly, mostly what happened to Virgil, but also other things done by Foggy Jack. God, why did he have to remember that?

Another thing he recalled was repeatedly waking up beside people who he didn’t remember being with. Honestly, it made him nervous to turn to his right, but his curiosity was eating away at him.

He peeked over to see a blonde-haired figure dressed in all black out of the corner of his eye, which seemed quite familiar… especially as the figure rolled over to face Nick. “Oh fuck,” Lightbearer whispered, scooting backwards until his back hit the juncture between his headboard and the wall.

“Good morning, dear friend,” Foggy Jack responded, his voice coming out soft. He sounded rather tired, but content. “Come back over here, Nick. I won’t bite.”

The musician shook his head fearfully, terrified of the man despite how little of a threat he posed at the moment. “You killed Virgil! Why would I even THINK to get all cozied up to you?!”

Jack chuckled and sat up with a yawn. “I’m not going to kill you if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Nick scoffed. “I know I’ve been a selfish asshole, but I’m not worried about me.” His eyes darted around the room, trying to recall any other ways to abscond with himself besides his secret escape path. “Why do you like me so much anyway?”

“It’s… complicated.” Something in the killer’s tone was off; he sounded almost vulnerable. “I liked you long before I was- was this. Hell, I’d point out how your band was everyone’s favorite in my broadcasts!” He moved closer to Nick, making direct eye contact that left the rockstar feeling uncomfortable but unable to look away. “In reality, you were always my favorite. None of those idiotic, mindless, Joy-addled Wellies could EVER understand how I feel about you.”

The red-clad individual felt guilty for- well, he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. It was similar to the guilt he felt when he let his fans down, and the discomfort that came with pleasing them. Anxiously, he fidgeted with the lacy cuffs on his sleeves and averted his gaze. “I… see.”

“You are my one true love, Nick Lightbearer, and I want you to be mine.” Foggy Jack was just inches away from the other man’s face as he reached up to stroke Nick’s cheek. “I’m your biggest fan- always have been, always will be… Will you please, please give me this chance?”

The guilt was making Nick feel sick to his stomach. “I-“ His voice cracked, so he cleared his throat to try again. “I… guess we can try.” He couldn’t bring himself to sound any cheerier, not even as the other man sounded enthralled.

“Oh, thank you, Nick, truly, thank you!” Jack cheered, immediately wrapping his arms around Nick as he settled himself on top of the other, his head resting on Nick’s torso under his cravat. Not only was he comfortable, but he felt secure in knowing that his object of his affection wouldn’t be going anywhere.

Nick awkwardly placed one of his hands on Jack’s head, running his fingers through his surprisingly-silky hair. The repeat motion of basically petting the other was surprisingly relaxing, and it didn’t take too long for Nick to become more comfortable. His other hand eventually moved to Jack’s back, curiously feeling the soft-yet-sturdy fabric of his well-crafted suit beneath his fingers.

“I think, if we weren’t so famous in our separate mediums, we would have been together sooner,” Jack mused, his eyes closed as he comfortably rested on his beloved.

“Maybe,” Nick quietly replied, nodding a little. “Healthier, too, probably.”

“Hmm, yes, I think so as well.” A soft sigh left Jack’s lips. “But we’re together now, and that is what I believe matters.”

“I- Yeah…” The musician faltered slightly, but Jack didn’t seem to care. “Why do you hurt people?”

“The same reason you did: to get what I want, and reduce my own discomfort.” Jack curled up slightly, as if trying to make himself be as close to Nick in his position as possible. “But you’re doing better now, and, well, I have exactly what I want, so there is no need for me to continue gutting people in the streets, I’d say.”

‘Christ, that’s dark…’ Nick thought, looking at his new partner anxiously. “Y-yep! No need for more killings, I’m right here.” He tried to speak confidently and triumphantly, but in reality he sounded like he was panicking- which he was, but Jack didn’t have to know that.

A smirk pulled at the corners of the killer’s mouth as he heard the fear in Nick’s voice. “What if I did kill again? What would you do then?” he purred, moving further up to rest his head against the left side of his obsession’s chest.

“I-I don’t bloody know!” Nick stammered, his anxiety rising. He felt his cheeks redden from the pleased sound Foggy Jack made at the fearful pounding of his heart. “J-just… don’t kill any more people, please… For me?”

The slightly-shorter man chuckled softly and moved up higher once again, this time being face-to-face with Nick. “I cannot make any promises, my beloved.” Right as Nick was about to protest, Jack took off his mask, leaned in and pressed their mouths together, kissing the rockstar until Nick nearly passed out. “You need to learn to breathe if we’re going to do this.”

Lightbearer coughed and gasped as he desperately tried to reintroduce air into his lungs. “Y-you’re fucking mental,” he wheezed, taking off his own mask to cool down his face. A little sound of surprise left his lips as Jack began kissing his jaw and neck, leaving him an anxious, trembling mess. “J-Jack, you- ghhh-!”

“Hush now, Nicky,” Foggy Jack whispered, pressing more kisses along Nick’s jaw. “Just let me take care of you.” His nimble, skilled fingers drew invisible patterns across Nick’s chest, even tracing his name over his heart a few times. “Don’t be scared… Or, maybe do be afraid. I like seeing you so helpless beneath me.”

Nick whimpered as he lay there. Jack was right: he was helpless, and honestly… it turned him on a little. “L-listen, Jack, I- I’m getting really, uh, tired! Tired, yeah! Um… Maybe we could just… sleep together?” At Jack’s raise of his eyebrow, Nick squeaked and stammered, “N-not in that way! I mean- I mean, uh… You’re the big spoon..?”

A raucous laugh erupted from the propagandist’s chest, making Nick flinch. “Oh, silly boy… I can tell you’re not being fully honest with me, but I cannot pass up on an opportunity to sleep so close to you~” He moved off the other, but kept a close eye on him in case he tried to run.

The rockstar blushed and scooted down on the bed until his head was on the pillows again, rolling onto his side. “Come on, then,” he softly said, inviting Jack to lie down by patting the bed behind him. “Let’s rest.”

And with that, Jack wasted no time in embracing Nick from behind, resting his forehead against Nick’s back. Their height difference would almost be funny to Nick if Jack were anyone else, so instead of a laugh, he let out a sigh and shut his eyes.

“Goodnight, beloved,” Jack whispered, nuzzling his partner gently.

“…Goodnight, Jack,” Nick mumbled in reply, relaxing as best as he could.

End (for now) !!

#we happy few #nick lightbearer #foggy jack #from the parade #scribbles of a lightbearer #Waking Up Again #ship post #eventually i’ll put this on ao3!

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Chris Wood Stars in "Almost Famous" on Broadway

Television star Chris Wood (you might recognize him from “The Vampire Diaries” and “Supergirl”) returns to the stage and his musical theater roots with a starring role in “Almost Famous” this fall. The show begins previews on October 3, and we had the chance to sit down with him and chat about his stage background, his role as Russell Hammond and coming back to New York City.

WT: Tell us about your theater background. Wood: I grew up in the theater; it was sort of the only career path that I knew to get to be a performer. I started when I was around six years old, doing local community theater, playing a rat in “The Pied Piper” and a dwarf in “Snow White.” And, you know, I slowly worked my way up. I studied theater in college, then I left school and went on tour with “Spring Awakening,” playing Melchior.

That was a whirlwind experience touring the country and part of Canada and doing a show eight times a week for almost a year. That was pretty intense. Then I came back to New York, and I did some more shows. I was in some early workshops for Broadway productions.

And then my TV and film career started happening. Those contracts tend to be six years or more, occasionally shorter if it’s a film, but the TV contracts are so long that you lose the flexibility to schedule theater stuff. So it’s always been on my radar; I’ve been saying for so long that I want to get back to the stage. I feel like it’s long overdue, but I’m so glad that it’s this show. It feels like a lot of kismet.

WT: How does it feel to be back on the stage and be on Broadway in such an iconic production? Wood: I think that’s part of the enjoyment of it. Hopefully, people are going to come to the theater with a love of the film already because there’s a built-in adoration for the property of “Almost Famous” as a name.

The show is really special, and I came into the process a bit later and started earlier this year with it. Coming in from an outside perspective from a show that’s been workshopped— it was in San Diego before COVID shut down everything—getting to come in and see this artistic representation that really is true to the original but is its own thing and has its own magic. It was really special. And I think people are in for exactly what they want this to be when they see “Almost Famous.” I can’t wait to get back and share it with the world.

WT: Are you bringing your own spin to the character? Wood: Yeah, I think so. Billy in the film is so exquisite and so captivating and just the best that I think it would be a foolish path to go down trying to replicate that. We have similarities like we’re doing the mustache, and my hair is getting longer. So we’re halfway there in terms of look, but I think, for me, it’s humanizing these rockstars, these people who seem untouchable and seeing them in moments where they’re highly flawed and guarded. And then including the Golden Goddess sequence where the veil disappears, and you just see a person. I love playing the realness of the man behind the mask, if you will. I think everyone carries a certain amount of that, but with rockstars, it’s such an iconic world and the pedestal that we put them on, quite literally, on a stage with smoke and mirrors and flashing lights.

To kind of get behind what’s there and the artist behind Russell, that was kind of my mission. And yeah, I wouldn’t say that I’m doing what Billy did; I think Cameron so perfectly captured this guy’s essence. There are going to be similarities just because of the material and the descriptions and the guys’ truth. I definitely haven’t tried to do a copycat, but hopefully, people still like it.

WT: What are you looking forward to doing in New York? Are there any places you want to visit that you used to love when you lived here before? Wood: I’m a massive Yankees fan. I watch every single game, and if I’m not watching it live, I go back, and I watch later; I’m hugely passionate about baseball, so I cannot wait to get to some Yankees games. I don’t know how it will work with my show schedule. I’m going to have to figure that out. Central Park, I haven’t been back to. I just got back last week from home, so I’m still unpacking. I love the bike paths that go around the city and just like being on the west side bike path going all the way up and coming back around the south part of it. I’ve always loved going over the Brooklyn Bridge, and I just feel like certain parts of the city have not changed at all, even though it’s been almost ten years.

WT: You’ve lived in New York before? Wood: Oh, yeah, I moved to New York straight out of college. I started rehearsal for the “Spring Awakening” tour about a month later. I sort of shared this tiny room with my college roommate and my best friend, and then I went on the road and came back a couple of times for short stays. But then, after the tour, I moved back to New York, and I lived here. I can't think of how many years, but yeah, New York was home first out of college, and I still feel like a part of me has always identified more with New York. I live in LA now permanently. But getting back here and feeling the energy of the city, even in the middle of a pandemic. It's just there's nothing like anywhere in the world. And I feel so fortunate to get to do this show in this character in this city. Checking all of my lifelong dream boxes. It's pretty stupendous.

WT: What’s next for you after “Almost Famous?” Wood: There's a bunch of stuff that is, simmering on the stove, if you will. Nothing I can tell you specifically about, but I've been working really hard in different areas of my career. It’s nice to get back on stage because I've been writing for a while and have some projects that hopefully on the behind-the-scenes stuff can come out soon, but I have some exciting projects that I've been working on, and hopefully, by the time I'm done with this, those will be set up and going. (x)

#chris wood #cwoodnews #cwoodinterview #christopher wood #almost famoust the musical

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Round 4 Match 15

propaganda below the cut! (massive wall of text warning)

Tracy Chapman:

"I can’t think of anything clever to say because I’m too busy sighing dreamily"

"GUYS ITS FUCKING TRACY CHAPMAN VOTE FOR HER OR ELSE ILL EAT PLAYDOUGH"

"Tracy Chapman made the best song of all time (fast car)"

"ik im the hope sandoval guy but if hope doesn't make it tracy has to she made me realize i was a lesbian i just thought i was bi then i listened to her and now im a lesbian she is powerful she is strength if you looked at her and looked at my art you would see 20 years of inspiration from one single woman"

"she's too good to commit atrocities to me but im the gore guy and you aren't for that. i would let her take out my vocal chords and use them as floss. i would have her saw down my bones to make a vinyl of her music. i would go on all fours and let her slaughter me like a pig. i want to be her cat"

"The most powerful written and performed voice of the 90s. Everyone, of any nationality or belief system, could feel the words Tracy Chapman sang. She gets her dues but deserves even more."