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doll-days · 7 months
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Outsiders & adjacent Hinton book fandoms, give me your saddest headcanons. Like, you think about it & your GRIPPING your pillow SOBBING your EYES out.
I’ll go first. :3
Spoilers for That was Then, This is Now!
I think Mark is a loud crier, but not naturally. I think that, when his parents were still alive, he had to be loud just so he could get comfort from them. Later, it became deeply-rooted in his psyche, so he just. became that way.
Rusty-James didn’t learn how to speak properly for…the longest time, so he had to be mute for years. Also, he learned Spanish first, & his peers didn’t know Spanish, so he couldn’t. talk to them. (Steve had to teach him English because of the issues, & Rusty’s way better at it than Spanish, but…every time he gets stressed out, he goes non-verbal for hours.)
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kayvsdoodles · 10 months
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happy cowboy month to all who celebrate
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operafantomet · 4 months
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MY CHEMICAL RAOULMANCE (...hussarlicious...!)
Vale Ridout and Corps de Ballet, Hamburg
Steve Barton, West End
Hwang Gun Ha, Seoul
Jemal Felix, West End revival
Fred Silveira and ensemble, Sao Paulo
Joe Griffiths-Brown, West End revival
Jay Armstrong Johnson, Broadway
Joe Friffiths-Brown, West End revival
Michael Ball and Rebecca Caine, West End
Jeremy Taylor, West End
Jeremy Hays, Broadway
Alexander Lewis, World Tour
Greg Mills, Kyle Barisich, Carrington Vilmonth, Paul Schaefer and Jeremy Stolle, Broadway
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steddie-there · 1 year
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Eddie has never been one for household chores, preferring to put them off until the last minute or just skip doing them entirely if he can get away with it. But helping Steve clean their rabbit's cage? That has quickly, surprisingly, become one of his favorite activities.
And of course it's because of Steve. Because every single Monday evening, Steve turns the light on in their bedroom and announces gravely, "The time has come, my friend," to the tiny black fluffball who has hopped up to the edge of the cage, curious. And, without fail, he stands with his hands on his hips for just a few moments, staring between that innocent little gaze and this week's carnage of hay and toys spread across the cage floor.
"Why do you have hay spread to kingdom come in here?" he asks Paul in such a disappointed tone that Eddie can't help but giggle.
"Because he's a bastard, you know that," Eddie tells him as he readies a trash bag and pulls on some gloves. He hands another pair to Steve.
Steve laughs. Takes the gloves. Coaxes Paul into the kennel attached to the hutch with a treat and closes the door. Drops another treat inside. "That's all you get today, you know," Steve warns the rabbit and Eddie thinks he deserves some credit for not laughing when they all know full well there will be at least one more before bed.
Steve sings as he sweeps the cage clean. Snippets of songs from the radio, snatches of Corroded Coffin's latest. Eddie sometimes sings along and sometimes just listens, listens and feels like he could make a home in Steve's voice.
And then he takes the trash out while Steve readies a new litter box. Comes back just in time to see Steve sitting by the cage, Paul flopped in his lap. Leans in the open doorway and watches.
Laughs when Steve sternly tells Paul, "Now, this time, let's not dump our hay box over again, okay?"
"You're such a dad," he teases and Steve rolls his eyes at him, but he's laughing, too. And Eddie's heart feels so full at that moment that he can't help but sit down next to Steve and lean his head on his shoulder as he reaches over to pet the tiny white mark on Paul's soft forehead.
"You're gonna be such a good parent someday. You know that, right, Stevie?" he whispers.
And Steve is quiet, not responding, and Eddie knows his eyes have filled with tears and he knows exactly why, knows Steve is thinking about his dreams of a family and his parents and how desperately he doesn't want to be like them, and so he just turns and softly kisses the tears away until they're gone. Presses a gentle kiss to Steve's forehead.
"C'mon, let's go be boring parents and watch dumb TV until we fall asleep," he tells Steve, gets a little laugh in return. They put Paul back in his cage, go cuddle on the couch. Enjoy being in their home, just them and the quiet noise from the TV and the sound of Paul hopping around his newly clean space.
Twenty minutes later, they hear the unmistakable sound of the hay box being turned over and Steve calls out, "Paul, what did I tell you?" so indignantly that Eddie just has to laugh and pull him closer and kiss that disgruntled look off his face until he settles in again, warm and heavy against Eddie's side.
Yeah, this is definitely his favorite chore.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7
ao3: And Rabbit Makes Three
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livwritesstuff · 7 months
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headcanon that middle-aged dad eddie is obsessed with his phone. he has all his little games and his pictures and unlimited internet access and he could truly spend the rest of his life just sitting on his phone.
whenever steve and eddie are actually putting effort in on their crusade to decrease their daughters’ screen time, steve is just massively side-eyeing eddie while he listens to him lecture them about having hobbies and enjoying the great outdoors and their brains wasting away and all that shit, knowing full well that he has to wrestle eddie’s phone out of his hands so they can go to sleep every single night without fail
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powderblueblood · 3 months
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do they try and make the other jealous? how do they react to flirting? what if king steve comes back around for lacys affections?
i mean, if the whole college guy debacle is anything to go by, eddie handles jealousy so stupidly and childishly, like he will straight up shit down and ignore her and then PINE ABOUT IT like dude your girlfriend is right there. whereas on lacy’s end, watching eddie trying to flirt to get a rise out of her is a sure fire way to end up getting his dick sucked in the parking lot because he’s soooo dorky and so bad at it and she falls for it every. time.
like, their attempts at flirting with other people to get under the other’s skin are so stupid and floundering because once you get past lacy’s hot girl facade, she’s a fucking off-putting weirdo and eddie’s just… eddie. it’s eddie. why is he holding up the line in melvald’s trying to put one over on joyce byers. keep it moving, cutie.
as far as the steve of it all goes… god! if there was ever such an attempt, eddie would run steve over with his van without a second thought. problem eliminated! thankfully steve has always thought that lacy is a bonafide oddball freakazoid but he’s spent his entire life being polite about it and halfway regretting making that nickname A Thing. they become friends later but he’s very like what the fuck is up with this girl throughout their entire high school career. and as he should! she is strange
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garadinervi · 8 months
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Festival di Danza Volo Musica Dinamite, L'Attico, Roma, June 9-19, 1969 [Studio Bruno Tonini, Gussago (BS)]
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Feat.: Terry Riley, La Monte Young and Marian Zazeela, Trisha Brown, Steve Paxton, Deborah Hay, Yvonne Rainer, Simone Forti, and David Bradshaw
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thebowerypresents · 10 months
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The Moldy Peaches – Brooklyn Steel – August 10, 2023
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The Moldy Peaches rose out of the downtown antifolk scene around the turn of the millennium, becoming a cult band thanks to their live performances and several recorded releases (including some on CDR). They broke into the mainstream when the chart-topping Juno soundtrack came out in 2007. And a year later, the Moldy Peaches were broken up. But you can’t keep a good band down, and after playing three dates in Europe this past spring, the reunited Moldy Peaches put on their first headlining U.S. show in two decades last night at a very welcoming Brooklyn Steel.
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Before taking the stage, they put on the Moldy Peaches Talent Show with performances by band members doing two-song sets: Guitarist Toby Goodshank went first, followed by Bass Race (featuring bassist Steven Mertens), then Only Son (guitarist Jack Dishel) and the pop duo Candy Boys (with drummer Brent Cole).
After the talent show, Kimya Dawson’s aunt Patrice Jetter, a disability-rights activist, addressed the audience. Then the Moldy Peaches took the stage in costumes. They played straight through with no encore, Dawson joking that they’d played all 21 of their songs. But for the finale, she and Adam Green performed as a duo, like they first did when they began in the late ’90s.
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(The Moldy Peaches play Brooklyn Steel again tonight.)
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Photos courtesy of Edwina Hay | thisisnotaphotograph.com
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wheelercurse · 1 year
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every week someone will say: “controversial opinion but I don’t think Mike and El are that close to be even friends.” And like most of bylr tumblr will agree with you 😭😭😭
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judi-daily · 2 years
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Hay Fever, 2006 with Dan Stevens Photographer: Steve Parsons
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doll-days · 2 months
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Since I am the no. 1 Steve Hays & Rusty x Steve enjoyer (source: trust me)…
Due to Rusty’s lack of, well…any family being around, there was a lot of things he needed assistance with. One of these things was hair cutting (he probably tried once on his own & vowed to never do it again after it came out bad).
Anyways, because he needs help with cutting hair (& other stuff), who does he always go to? Steve. Obviously he isn’t a professional with stuff, but he tries his best (& that’s what matters!).
Bonus (w/ Steve crushing on Rusty): He relishes those moments. Being able to touch his hair, do something that feels domestic/sorta intimate…drives him nuts. How he manages to hide it? I don’t know.
He takes the haircutting very seriously. Cuts Rusty’s hair as he likes it (which I think is a kinda cross between a wolf cut and a mullet), but Steve does it to a point that he likes to look at (one of the few times he’s self-indulgent, actually). Thankfully, Rusty likes what Steve does.
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ayoooo3 · 11 months
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If ao3 manages to stay alive today…
Baby, There Ain't a Trail to Follow
By: MidnightRamblings, resakaye
Chapter 2: 8 Seconds at a Time
Summary:
There were a million things Eddie could have said in that moment, but what he did say was “You know, there are other things that can be done in the hay. Fancy a roll?”
With the parade behind them, the rodeo in full swing, and fireworks on the horizon, will Eddie and Steve be able to get out of their own way and into each others arms?
Keep reading…
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operafantomet · 2 months
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FROM DESIGN TO COSTUME: RAOUL'S WAISTCOAT
Maria Bjørnson's design (detail)
Jay Armstrong Johnson, Broadway
Toby Joch, Oberhausen
Max Niemeyer's waistcoat in making, Oberhausen
Steve Barton's Broadway waitcoat
Jeremy Hays, Broadway
Jordan Pollard, World Tour
Evgeny Zaycev, Moscow
Stephen Trafton, Las Vegas
John Riddle, Broadway
Matthew McKenna, West End
Hadley Fraser, RAH
Steve Barton, Broadway
Benjamin Hale, Las Vegas
Killian Donnelly, West End
Björn Olsson, Hamburg
Ray Gabbard, Hamburg
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steddie-there · 1 year
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"Eddie, I need you," Steve says over the phone, a very un-Steve-like tremor in his voice.
That's all Eddie needs to hear before he's shouting to Dave that he has a family emergency, he'll be back later, and booking it out of the record store and across town to the veterinarian. He's never been so grateful to have such a chill boss.
Steve is pacing in the empty lobby when he gets there, one hand shoved in his pocket and the other running incessantly through his hair. He doesn't stop until Eddie touches his shoulder and then Eddie has an armful of Steve, his face buried in Eddie's neck.
He's shaking so Eddie holds him close, buries a hand in his hair, waits for his trembling to stop.
"What happened, Stevie?" he asks and his voice is gentle, as gentle as he can make it, but Steve still curls inward. Eddie rubs soothing circles into his back.
"The hay bag," Steve finally whispers. "I heard it fall, thought it was far enough away from his cage. So I didn't check. But when I walked past, he'd chewed a hole in it and I don't know if he swallowed any and oh god what if he did what if he has a blockage what if -" he breaks off, his breath hitching.
Eddie presses a kiss to his forehead, pulls him over to the chairs. Tucks his hands into Steve's, lets him hold them bone-crushingly tight, lets him fiddle with his rings. Presses their foreheads together and whispers soothingly.
They wait.
It feels like hours but can't be more than 45 minutes before they're called back to a room. Paul is staring up at them from the doc's arms, calmly chewing a piece of hay into his mouth.
The doc smiles, tells them he's fine, no blockage, and Eddie lets out a breath of relief, feels Steve sag against him.
"So he's okay?" Eddie asks.
"Perfectly healthy," she confirms. "Although maybe the tiniest bit heavier than he should be. How many treats is he getting a day?"
Steve furrows his brow. "Just two hay treats. Three every once in a while."
Eddie doesn't say anything, glances down at the floor, scratches at the back of his head. Steve turns his head to look at him. Eddie breaks.
"...he's good at begging, all right? He rattles the cage and then he looks up at me and. He's just. Really cute. And sometimes I give him a couple extras."
Steve bites his lip and his shoulders start shaking again.
"Steve, what... are you okay...?"
Steve bursts out laughing. It's relief and joy and amusement all wrapped into one and it's infectious and soon Eddie is laughing, too, and even the doc is chuckling and Paul is staring at them all with big black bunny eyes.
"Just, maybe lay off the treats a little," she says when they're all just grinning at each other.
"Yes, ma'am" Eddie promises, crossing his heart.
"Will do," Steve grins as he takes Paul from her arms, puts him in his little pink travel kennel.
He turns to Eddie, a gentle smile on his face. "Let's go home."
Later, curled up on the couch, Paul flopped over their laps and the tv low, Steve leans his head on Eddie's shoulder. "Thanks for putting up with my freak out. For being there."
Eddie turns to Steve, kisses the side of his head. "Sunshine, I'd do anything for you. And for this little bastard, too," he says, tapping the white spot on Paul's head. He flicks an ear in Eddie's direction but otherwise doesn't move.
"Even stop giving him extra treats?" Steve asks, a smirk in his voice.
"Yeah, even that," Eddie says as they both dissolve into quiet giggles.
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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 7
ao3: And Rabbit Makes Three
My real life inspiration behind Paul the rabbit
Also, credit for this idea goes to my roommate @steddiehawkins, who also inspired Eddie giving Paul extra treats since she definitely doesn't give my rabbit extra treats because of how cute he is and how much she loves him. She would neeeeeeever do that 😉😜
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powderblueblood · 1 month
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I haven't listened to the mountain goats but I will now. How about HAI Steve?
send me a character and I’ll answer with 3-5 mountain goats songs that were written about them personally - hellfire & ice!steve’s version
omg anon what a perfect request because I don’t spend nearly enough time thinking about the saddest boy in that loch nora cul de sac! love this!!!
1. wage war, get rich, die handsome
2. old college try
3. young caesar 2000
4. song for lonely giants
5. up the wolves
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