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grimmfitzz · 1 year
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Saw a Tiktok of Keery being mesmerised by Quinn and I don’t like speculating about real people but it did make me think about Famous Eddie/Just Some Guy Steve.
Like Steve is just that cute guy that sometimes appears in pics backstage or on the road in CC photos. He’s driving the bus in the early days, unloading equipment, setting up everyone’s positions on stage, carrying water bottles.
Like he’s just in the background doing a little bit of everything until CC starts making a bit of a name for themselves. They start making enough money to hire people to fill all those roles but Steve’s still there if you look. He’s still walking alongside Eddie in most paparazzi photos - he gets call a body guard, a personal assistant, a manager. His appearances get less and less frequent as time passes. Eddie gets asked all the time who this man is that’s always just around. Eddie tells wilder and wilder stories in response.
‘Oh that’s my demon slayer. I made a deal with the devil you see, and he keeps me safe.’
‘Oh that’s my lifeguard. I just keep him around. Deathly afraid of sharks and Charlie horses ya know?’
‘That guy? That’s my hairspray guy. That backpack is actually just packed with Farrah Faucet spray. I’ve got an hookup since it was discontinued.’
‘Oh man, yeah that’s Steve-O. He’s an after hours drag racer. I need a get-away driver more often than you think.’
So people just stop asking. Or really it becomes a bit of a deep cut joke for the ‘in the know’ interviewers to ask about Steve just for the wild story they know Eddie will tell.
Then, decades into their career, Corroded Coffin is months away from being inducted into the Rock n’ Roll hall of fame. The interview is intense and heartfelt. Eddie, along with the rest of the band, has really let himself open up: about growing up poor in small-town Indiana, about outrunning peoples perceptions of you, of fame and how it’s changed their dynamic.
When the questions wind down and the conversation naturally takes a turn towards the more lighthearted, the interviewer asked the question.
“So- inquiring minds want to know.” The woman asks, throwing a mischievous grin at the band. A PA from off camera snickers as he ducks his face away from the camera to set up an easel beside her. He puts a big poster board of something on top of it before racing out of frame.
The interview pulls a piece of paper, loosely taped, off the board and it it’s a compilation of grainy photos. All of them of Steve and Eddie. There’s dozens cluttered together.
“Who is this?” She asks.
The compilation is just so thorough that Eddie thinks maybe she’s sussed it out but no. She looks like she’s waiting for the same silly answer he always gives.
The band around him gives his shoulders a few firm squeezes because they’d talked about this already, about what it would mean, about what it might risk but it isn’t the 80’s anymore, god damnit.
“Well,” Eddie replies with a big smile. Suddenly he’s choked up. His eyes water and the guys all scoot a little closer, murmuring reassurances the audio doesn’t quite catch. Eddie just nods at them and takes a deep breath. “As of last week, thanks to the world finally catching up to what I knew back in ‘86, that’s my husband.”
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summerssixecho · 1 year
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Hello darkness my old friend…
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blorbocedes · 3 months
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credit: sebsclaren on twitter
stopppp 😭😭😭
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mblue-art · 3 months
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💅 for @3dogbones's art challenge ! here's what i think lust sans could wear to @xpau-official's xmas party ! 😊💜
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kayleerowena · 7 months
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🎃 halloween greetings! 🎃
i redrew a 1920s halloween card to print as a postcard for october's ouija board mail on my patreon! become a member of the ouija board club before september 30th to join the gay halloween revels!
patreon  🐈‍⬛  tip jar  🐈‍⬛  behind the scenes
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nympippi · 1 year
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GUESS WHO I CARVED FOR MY PUMKIN NERDDDSSSSS
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SUBSCRIBBBEEEEE TO TECHNOBLADE
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kikker-oma · 5 months
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HI FREN YOUR ART IS GORGEOUS! I’ve had an itchy idea and figured I’d give it to you if you were still taking art requests. I see all these fics where Time uses the Fierce Deity mask because it’s the only way but I’ve seen NO ART. The ANGST. The DRAMA. The POSSIBILITIES.
If you’re feeling up to it, maybe this with a concerned big bro Wars? I’m weak for that combination
Warning:Blood, Choking
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crunchycrystals · 4 months
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according to sam reich dropout nearly doubled its subscribers this year so
reblog for sample size and all that
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spoiky · 5 months
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STOCK SHUFFLE
Lights Camera Action! (music)
featuring them :D
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avelera · 2 months
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Truly, the most ridiculous time to be a fanfic writer is between after you post a new fic/chapter and before the AO3 email alert even goes out, when you're sitting there wondering if anyone has read it yet
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The Response
Part Two of The Interview [Part One] [Ao3]
With no exact time given by Robin, Eddie's left to kill time. He drags himself from the YouTube spiral to try and track down Steve on social media. After two hours, he concludes that either Steve has his (and official Corroded Coffin's) socials blocked, or Steve just doesn't have any. He's a bit baffled that people can even find Steve to send hate mail to him.
He shoots a text to Gareth. Can you find Steve on any socials?
He gets an instant reply.
DO NOT CONTACT!!!
WAIT FOR RESPONSE
DONOT MAKE THISS WORSE MUNSON
Eddie frowns down at his phone but doesn't argue. He probably would make it worse. He sends back 'k' and looks back to the laptop. Watches it auto-refresh but Robin's feed hasn't changed.
God, what will Steve have to say?
It's mostly true, that Eddie hasn't thought about Steve in years. That's been deliberate. Eddie was so furious back then. Robin wasn't wrong about him venting his feelings into a song, but how was he supposed to know Hey Steve would be the song the catch the ear of the people? And yeah, the lyrics are very unflattering.
A lot of their first songs were filled with rage. The whole first album is just their collective high school experiences. Songs about growing up in Hawkins and how shit that was for them, a song about Eddie's complicated feelings towards his dad, songs about dungeons and dragons disguised as fantasy ballads, things like that. And, of course, Hey Steve.
He can admit that years ago he reevaluated the lyrics and found it to be more harsh than was warranted. But he figured there was no point worrying about that. People exaggerate in songs all the time. The song is out, people still plead for it to be played during encore performances. Eddie hadn't thought it was hurting anyone to play it.
Hey Steve had taken Eddie less than two days to write. He did almost nothing for those two days except write. Fuck. He was still just a dumb kid when he wrote it, barely graduated high school. And the reason for writing it...
Eddie had know Steve wasn't out to his parents when he'd asked Steve to essentially runaway with him. Steve had worried about things like money, and living situations, and getting food. It had all sounded like excuses to Eddie back then. Like Steve was picking the safety of Hawkins and his parents' house over going out into the world to be with Eddie freely.
They'd fought about it. The worst fight they'd ever had. Yet, here Eddie is, a decade later and unable to recall anything that was actually said. Just a summary of that conversation exists in his mind, now. Steve wanting to wait. To save more money now that his hours at the grocery store would be changing from part time to full with him no longer being in school and able to work the morning shifts. Wait to get his car fully transferred to his name from his parents.
All things that adult Eddie can now see as reasonable. Jesus Fucking Christ. He remembers he'd given Steve some sort of ultimatum. He was leaving on the last Grey Hound from Hawkins to Indy. Steve could meet him at the bus stop or stay, but Eddie was going, with or without him.
Steve had shouted back. He knows they just got louder and nastier until Steve finally told him that he would be going without him, then, because they were over. Even as angry as Eddie had been, he'd held out hope. But that last bus left Hawkins with Eddie on it and no sign of Steve in sight.
So Eddie did what he did best. Channeled that hurt into anger and wrote a song. Never in a million years did he think that, in the very first bar they played at in Indy, they'd meet a man who wanted to take a chance with them and get them a demo. All they needed to do was get from Indy to LA. Eddie had a van and the motivation. The next year of his life was too busy for him to even think, much less worry about Steve and his breakup.
Well, that was a lie. He thought about it constantly and shoved the thoughts aside as quickly as they came. Easier to do when he had no way to check up on Steve. He left Hawkins with no laptop and a pay-per-text flip phone he'd bought at a gas station. Wayne tried his best to provide for Eddie, and that meant they'd had one cell phone between the two, and Eddie had insisted that Wayne keep it.
By the time he got a laptop and internet, Steve had blocked him on Facebook and Twitter. That was the conclusion Eddie had come to when he finally worked up the nerve to swallow his pride and apologize and couldn't find Steve on either platform. Another thing that had filled Eddie with anger and hurt. Steve had broken up with him and then made sure Eddie couldn't reach back out.
Now he wonders, did Steve block him, or did Steve delete his socials to stop the hate mail?
Eddie feels nauseous.
Fuck!
What's worse is that, before the fight, Eddie had been so sure he was in love with Steve. But how can he say that with how quickly he dropped him? With how he's acted ever since? He could justify it to himself when he was still freshly broken up with and hurting but that faded away as fame took over.
Hard to be sad about not having a boyfriend when there were plenty of people lining up to be with him.
He pulls himself from his head to look at the laptop. A new tweet shows on Robin's screen and he scrambled to turn off the auto-refresher.
It's a short tweet, and Eddie sees she's changed her name as well.
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Clicking the link takes him to a YouTube video.
It starts with the camera slightly jiggling, presumably from someone hitting record. It's been set up in a recording studio. A stool in front of a mic that's suspended from the ceiling is the only thing in the frame.
"Alright, dingus, last chance to change your mind about this," Robin's voice is picked up from off screen.
"You can't talk me out of this," says a male voice, and without any thought about it, Eddie's hand flings out and slaps the space bar, pausing the video. His heart is pounding, and he has to take a few deep breaths. That was Steve's voice. Of course, it was Steve's voice, it's his statement video, but hearing it again. Hearing it spoken softly but determined.
Swallowing feels difficult. Eddie's last memory of Steve's voice was screaming. This is... this is the Steve he never thought he'd hear again, and hasn't realized how much he desperately wanted to. With shaking hands, he presses play again.
Steve steps into frame, takes a seat on the stool. He looks in the direction of the camera, and Eddie has to pause again, to take him in. His hair is longer than it was in high school, the ends of it touching his shoulders. He's got it pulled up in a half updo, keeping the hair out of his face. His face is familiar and yet so different. He certainly looks older but not in a bad way. The biggest difference is his nose; it's not as straight as it once was, like it's been broken and healed wrong. His strong, square face is as handsome as it ever was, perhaps more so now. Eddie's eyes are drawn to the two moles on his cheek; his eyes have always been drawn there. It was his favorite place to kiss Steve.
He's wearing light wash jeans and a deep blue Henley. And fuck if it doesn't make him look good.
Eddie unpauses again, and waits to hear the retribution he deserves.
"This good, Robin?"
"Yeah, you're perfectly in frame."
"Good. Uhh, hi. I'm Steve. Robin told me that there was a lot of fuss regarding a certain Corroded Coffin song, and that people wanted to hear from me. Which is wild 'cause like, I'm just some guy and I don't really have much to say-" Steve is saying, with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Steve!" Robin interrupts him, "I just had to help you move because someone threw a brick through your window! What do-"
"Okay! I get it! But that's not Corroded Coffin's fault. They do that whole anti-bullying thing! It's not like they don't address harassment and bullying. I-" Steve cuts off, seeming to remember he's on camera. His face turns pink. "We can argue this later. Uhh, anyway. There is something I want to say to Eddie Munson, so I hope he's watching."
He makes a 'give it to me' gesture and Robin enters frame, handing him an acoustic guitar. "I thought I'd answer using the one thing Eddie understands best. Music. So, uh, I wrote this song with Robin's help. Lyrics are mine but the melody is Robin. The song doesn't have a title but, uh, okay. Here it goes."
And then, Steve starts to sing, looking down at the guitar for correct finger placement more than singing into the mic but it picks him up well regardless.
"Do you think I'd give up? That this might've shook the love from me? Or that I was on the brink? How could you think, darling, I'd scare so easily? Now that it's done There's not one thing that I would change My life was a storm, since I was born. How could I fear any hurricane? If someone asked me at the end I'll tell them put me back in it-" Eddie is sitting down, and still he feels the floor fall out from under him.
"-Darling, I would do it again, ah, ah If I could hold you for a minute Darling, I'd go through it again, ah, ah."
Eddie doesn't hear the rest of the song because of the blood pounding in his ears. This can't be- it doesn't mean- after all this time? After everything that's happened, everything Eddie let happen, unintentionally or not.
His phone buzzes against his leg. He ignores it in favor of restarting the video and listening to the video from the start. He listens to the whole song and it ends without anything else. Once Steve's strummed the last chord, he just stands up, walks to the camera and the video ends.
He restarts the video again, and again, and again. Hears Steve sing How could you think I'd scare so easily and I would do it again if I could hold you for a minute and though I know my heart would break I'd tell them put me back in it.
It's through the tenth, or eleventh, playback that his phone buzzes again and he fumbles to answer blindly, unable to pull his eyes away from Steve on the screen of his laptop.
"Gare- It's not- what did I do Gare? Everything I thought Steve would have to say never came close to what he just sang. I can't- I don't know what to do," Eddie sobs into the phone.
There's a pause of silence before what is very much not Gareth's voice says, "Well, dammit Munson. I was calling to rip you a new one but you're already crying."
It takes Eddie a moment to place the voice, "Robin?"
"Unfortunately, yes," Robin says. "I think Steve's let you off easily, but I also know I kick a hornet's nest with my interview so I think we should work on getting this cleared up, both publicly and privately."
"How did you get my num-"
"Gareth. Keep up, Munson. I'd like us to be able to call off each other's fans. Your PR team and whoever you employee to do that anti-bullying campaign have done a pretty good job so far in telling people to back off, politely. Helps that Jeff has been on top of this from the beginning. Honestly, I think the best decision you've ever made in your life was making Jeff the front man of your band and not yourself. He's much more pleasant to talk to, and so good with people."
"Robin!" Eddie has to shout because Robin keeps saying words and they don't make sense. "What?"
He hears a sign from the other end of the phone. "You are annoying. You know that, Munson? I'll work with Gareth to get this done. I think we should be seen together, publicly. Maybe getting a coffee. So everyone knows we've made up, or whatever it is Gareth and I decide is happening. We should also meet up privately. There's a lot to talk about."
"I'm so confused."
"Nothing new. Now, when are you free to get on a plane to Pendleton, Oregon?"
"Pendleton?"
"Munson!" Robin snaps, "we just established that you live in a perpetual state of confusion. Instead of questioning me, how about you answer my questions. Now, when are you free?"
"Anytime."
"Smart answer. Get your ass to Pendleton by the morning of the twenty-third. I'll work with Gareth for all the other concerns. He's easier to deal with."
"Can I ask one follow up question at least!?"
"You just did but I'll allow one more before I hang up."
"Why Pendleton?"
"It's the nearest airport to our destination. I am not having a private conversation with you in California. I don't want to be caught speaking to you until Gareth and I have a chance to work out the details."
And then Robin hangs up.
Eddie leans forward and restarts the video on his laptop before looking up plane tickets. Fixing things with Robin might be the first step in ever getting try and, he doesn't know, apologize to Steve? Maybe even have a conversation one day.
He doesn't deserve that chance, he thinks, but he's a bad enough person to want it anyway.
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monofazz · 1 month
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merrigold · 1 year
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Don't worry, kiddie," she said tiredly, "I'll keep loving you– my problem is I don't know how to stop." hi hello pyrrha dve makes my heart explode
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is-dracula-daily-today · 11 months
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The first Dracula Daily update this year will be in one week! And this blog will be back up and running to let you know if you need to check your emails each day 📧🦇
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dewhander · 9 months
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there’s something wrong with me…i keep designing linking charms…
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valcaine · 10 months
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hope mans had a big afterlife cake. 🎂
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