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[kalbimdeki-sessizmelodi]

[spicycinnabun]

Eddie tapped his pen against his clipboard, sighing loudly as the second to last auditionee left the stage, accordion and all. He crossed the name out on his sheet. “Okay, no way in hell.”

He shook his head and glared when Gareth weakly protested, “He was okay…”

“No, man. My grandmother has more vocal talent than him, and she had a laryngectomy in fifty-five. Let’s hope this last guy is better, or we’ll have to put out more ads.” Eddie climbed up onto the table, sitting cross-legged on it. It had been a long day of auditions, and he wasn’t feeling particularly friendly. He double-checked his clipboard, then called out, “Steve Harrington? Come on out.”

The sound of footsteps echoed through the theatre. Eddie’s spine straightened a little at the figure who appeared from behind the curtain and stepped into the spotlight, his eyes narrowing.

First of all, Steve Harrington was preppy. There was absolutely nothing Corroded Coffin about this dude. He was perfectly coiffed. No piercings, no grease in his hair, no visible tattoos. From his clean white t-shirt to his mom jeans, down to his sporty Nike’s, he couldn’t be less metal if he tried.

Secondly, he was gorgeous. There were no ifs, ands or buts about that. Eddie fought to keep his indifferent, slightly disgruntled expression on his face. Fought harder to keep his heart from beating a little faster.

This was stupid. There was no way this fucking angel-haired, Ken dolled, boy band of a man was going to have their sound.

Eddie’s pen was already poised beside Steve Harrington, about to cross it out.

Then Harrington leaned into the mic, introduced himself with a confidence and swagger reminiscent of Presley, and started singing.

Eddie’s wrist jerked, his pen halting. His eyes widened. Behind him, Gareth and Jeff shared an equally wide-eyed look, Gareth grinning like a loon.

Well, shit.

…So, maybe Eddie was wrong.

[avrilsboy]

when i was probably six or seven years old sitting in the back of my dad's lincoln continental i looked out the window while we were stopped at a red light and thought to myself "huh i wonder what makes the lights switch colors" and with no moment to spare not a single moment to ask my parents who were sitting right there my brain supplied me with the answer of "well it has to be trained mice." and i responded back "oh of course because they're small and smart :)" and i then proceeded to that as an obvious truth until i was like 13

[yoan-le-grall]

[runby2]

THE SUN IS DISAPPEARING today! Do not worry! it will come back! it's ok!!! ✨✨ it's ok!! yeah it's gonna come back, yeah!!! yippee!!! close your eyes.... then... open them!!! that's what the sun is going to do!!! it's going to go away,,, then come back!!!! yay!!!! yay!!! 👏👏👏👏 it's called a eclippe 🎸

[femondoetus]

Bocchi by dethmaid

[trobeds]

cute date idea: we lie on the floor and listen to hoziers third studio album unreal unearth (please) (!!!!)

[misanth-sys]

Talking to the rest of the system be like:

I scream into the void, and it answers back…

It demands…… cookies!!!

[vstheanimation]

Oh yeah I finished it in under 24 hours new record. 😎

[lilbeanz-wibblywobbly]

What do you think they're singing? 👀

[kalbimdeki-sessizmelodi]

[recka24]

[mangoposts]

What do you think Matt’s favorites and least favorites positions? I know he loves missionary fs but what else do you think he likes 😩

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Matt definitely likes fucking you while you’re laying on your side, like wrapping his arms around you while fucking up into you and burying his face in your neck

I don’t think matt would care for reverse cowgirl unless there was a mirror involved, likes your face, wants to see your face, needs to see your face to cum. He’ll hit it from the back with a mirror, or he’ll tug your body upwards towards his chest so he would bury his face in your neck again. He needs to at least get a glimpse of how good he’s making you feel or he sees no point

[ciccerone]

[runby2]

aauah i'm full of chips and swag auuyyyyggh

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[thestarscollective]

I love having friends that just get it.