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Last Updated 10 April 2025

Curses: The Danger of Witches

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When Candlelight Madness, an up-and-coming pop/rock band, attend an industry costume party, an accident with a mysterious woman in white leaves them cursed to become their costumes. Obi, Kit, Troy, and Georgie must find a way to break the curse before it's too late, especially with Kit dressed as a vampire. With dangers lurking around every corner, will the band find a solution in time?

getting back up (it's not always easy)

written for week 2 of @steddiesportsau prompt: sports injury | rating: gen | word count: 1825 | tags: hockey player!steve, rockstar!eddie, slight angst, mild hurt/comfort, fluff | ao3

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Eddie walked on stage with his best friends to the sound of cheers. He accepted the award and stepped up to the microphone, smiling brightly. This was everything they had been working toward for so long. If you had asked them way back when, playing covers in Gareth’s garage, they never would've believed they'd actually make it to this moment. But the universe has been good to them the last few years. They've made a name for themselves. They've built something amazing, with people they love.

Eddie never would have believed this would really be his life.

teaser djour pic while i organize the rest <3

via crescendolling on insta

you mean to tell me THIS is the guy Hawkin's was CONVINCED was a devil worshipper and a cold blooded killer???

i beg your finest pardon, he's so babygirl

"aw geeze" looking little bastard.

via caitlyn_bethany_ on insta

i knew we'd be fine

for @steddiesongfics using 18 by one direction as inspiration

rated e | 3104 words | cw: temporary breakup | tags: modern au, high school sweethearts, break-up, second chances, getting back together, chance meetings, time skip, semi-public sex (the door is open they don't get caught), hand jobs, love confessions

also on ao3

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May 21st, 2018

“Eddie!” Steve crashes into his bedroom, dropping his backpack on the floor.

Eddie looks up from the exam in his hand. He failed. Again.

Steve’s excited, clearly passed all his exams. He never had any doubts. Steve works hard, studies for the tests he knows will be difficult. Does extra credit when he doesn’t do as well as he hoped to.

Eddie gets by in most classes, but pre-calculus was sent from hell specifically to torture him. This is his second year failing it, and it’s his second year being kept behind because of it.

The worst part is that he did try this time. He actually studied with Steve, and maintained a C average for most of the year. This last quarter was tough though, and he needed a B on the exam to pass the class. He stares at the 68 in big red marker on the front.

It’s not enough. He’s not enough.

runrunrun

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Djo crop top

AAAHAHAHHAHAHSHFHDHDKS

dreamwidth makes me feel like a baby. did you guys use to blog like this

Yes!!!! And we liked it that way! You could make a post and it wasn't vague! It was a full on rant about your roommate who you know follows you. But you had privacy filters on so only your fandom friends could read it and none of your IRL friends.

You never had to worry about a personal post blowing up. You posted your fandom stuff in communities and your random thoughts of the day we're restricted to your own blog.

Comments! You could have a whole conversation that made sense. Do you know how long it took for us to get nested replies on here?

Community! Not just Communities as in the feature but a community! You would make a post and everyone would comment on it. Directly! It didn't feel like a derail by having something to say and you didn't have to hide things in the tags. And you could reply! And it went directly to them and not buried under 20 other reblogs of replying to other people. You could post fic and actually get comments and start a conversation. I legit think a lot of fandoms issues as a whole is because we don't have a lot of platforms where having conversations like that exists anymore. It's very much just us screaming into the void.

Tumblr was never supposed to become the fandom platform it did and it's ill equipped to function as such. Which has resulted in a lot of fracturing and isolation.

I'm not saying it was perfect or with drama. Just that when the drama hit, it was always juicy and complex, instead of just two complete strangers screaming at each other because of a misunderstanding

Two straight guys

Party had once again turned the night into a movie marathon — “The Princess Bride” was wrapping up on screen for the third time, and the group was in various stages of collapse. Someone was snoring, someone was mumbling nonsense. Eddie was nestled in his favorite spot — head in Steve’s lap, eyes closed, trying his very best to look unconscious.

This was his favorite game for the past three months: Maximum Violation of Steve Harrington’s Personal Space. A stealth mission of love and desperation, really. Scraping together whatever scraps of warmth he could scavenge. All because he fell for the one type of person most incompatible with yearning: a straight guy.

“Jesus,” Eddie thought. “This is so pathetic. Lucky me, Steve’s personal boundaries got obliterated sometime between Robin and babysitting every child in Indiana. Being in love with a straight dude is… it’s a nightmare. A soft, nice-smelling nightmare.”

Steve was gently running his fingers through Eddie’s hair, convinced the guy was fast asleep. Robin was curled up next to him, whispering something with her head on his shoulder.

Steve (whispering, smirking): “Come on, Robin. Three ha-ha’s and that’s it. Eddie’s so straight. I’ve never met anyone so utterly oblivious to flirting. I’d have better luck seducing drywall.”

Robin (eye-roll): “Steve. Please. I read signals. Queers can smell their own. And Eddie? He’s definitely not full-on straight. If straight at all.”

Steve: “Robin. I’ve been flirting with him for three months. We cuddle. I let him touch my hair. God, I don't let anyone touch me except you and sometimes the kids.. I invited him on a date. And do you know what happened? He brought friends. He brought Gareth. Jeff. Two family-sized bags of nachos. TO A DATE, ROBIN.”

Robin: “Just because he doesn’t respond to your flirting doesn’t mean he’s straight. Also, Eddie’s boundaries? Basically nonexistent. I mean, Steve, sometimes I forget you used to be King Steve. But then you say things like this and your ego comes screaming back.”

Steve: “If he wasn’t straight — and didn’t like me — he’d just say it! But he doesn’t! He doesn’t see it! Being in love with a straight dude is… it’s a nightmare.”

Meanwhile, Eddie — very much awake and actively dying inside — kept his eyes shut, clutching onto the last threads of his sanity and telling his heart to chill the hell out.  This was fine. Everything was fine.

sometimes when I have to wait 10 minutes for my storebought quattro formaggi pizza I’ll sit at my desk, look what art supplies I have out and draw until the oven dings

this is one of these times. Blorbino in gouache, colored pencils and kuretake calligraphy pen

anyone wants the original? I’ll sell the fucker for like $30 lmao