#saw the first picture on twitter and

[bloodlessharmony]

bob dylan lifted by joan baez, 1964 // phoebe bridgers lifted by julien baker, 2024

[frontlinebicepsoftheninth]

saw these mostly new arrow de wilde pics and she continues to be the only acceptable live action ianthe in my mind

[jjanguri]

good food, even better company

[glitziinova]

Brian was targeting me for like 90% of the fight, I think he got a crush on me or something >.>

[youmearepeaches]

Kelly McCormack by Coco Capitán for Greatest

[usareiis]

Twitter getting obsessed with conspiracy theories about where redacted is makes me feel so fucking terrible when there is so much worse going on that people are literally begging you to pay attention to but instead you want to focus on scenarios you made up in your head and play true crime detective

[deeva-arud]

When Wuthering Waves releases I'm gonna be insufferable about Aalto, I just know it

[fruitybuck]

i had the best experience meeting tom at nycc 🫶🖤

he was so so sweet and genuine and had the most calming energy ever i don’t even know how to describe it but his aura just felt so soft and kind :’’)

[tiny-cloud-of-flowers]

I opened the dashboard back up to So Many posts of the version of the sunshine meme that I made ages ago - i'm glad that so many people seem to be having a good time with it today ^-^

[yr-thisisnotfake]

Boris is a well booked counselor...

[daisyjeanvalentine]

Check out my nail color

[askkaimei]

Hi, I want to ask what are your favourite things about kaimei? They are favorite too kaimei best ship :D

The kaimei i remembered starting to love had the moeness of angry meichan getting blushy over kaito who sincerely cares for her.

The gap how kaito is deemed to be silly but he could be there protecting you. He who would be dependable when u need him to.

They were cute and mature. Love that surrounded them still felt very new. They were discovering each other's secrets, side they wanted to hide, wants & weakness.

They had each others back in hard times while looking out for the youngins. They would get hugs from the small ones, but they always get the most the hug from each other.

They were soft to each other. He hits her tiny spot where she could actually be honest around him, sometimes she cried and he hid her under his jacket.

She hits his secret spot that would get kinda naughty but still in a cute way as he wants her just as much as he loves her.

They would want to spoil each other but still gets kinda shy. One of them would have to be more direct or trick the other to push them to do something & the other would get very flustered.

When it comes to each other, they always hoping for something more. Like, oh? everyone giving me presents for birthday, what are u gonna give me, a kiss? oh i hope it's a kiss. what noo why is it not a kiss. rly no kiss? sad

They would be the one to catch each other tired & the ones to cover each other with coat or blanket. They are the most to find each other off guard & they are okay with that.

Sometimes they push themselves to demand for some love but ended up in clumsy situation. Like her seeing him hugging everyone and she be like okay i will demand for a hug too and ended up tripping and bumping his back.

Or when they saw the youngin's cutely caring for each other, they would be like, wouldn't u want to care me that way?

They are just very cute. Adults who depend on each other & share love, responsibility, sadness and joy with one another.

They just wish for the very best for each other and that is the one thing will never ever change.

[meikyuunolovers]

I fell into the The Pretty Things rabbit hole. I wonder which album of theirs I should listen to.

I'm also falling into the The Byrds rabbit hole as well.

[lunar-years]

Speaking of being desensitized and tactless online I truly do hate how some people talk about 9/11 on social medias!

[ma1practice]

Having an obscure phobia is the worst /:

[matchingbatbites]

"What the fuck did you do?"

Eddie wasn't expecting hostility when he answered Jeff's phone call, his best friend's usual calm demeanor replaced with open annoyance. And yeah, okay, the annoyance itself wasn’t new, but Eddie doesn’t think he’s actually done anything recently to earn it.

"Well-"

"Actually, no. I'll tell you what you did. You retweeted photos of Steve Harrington - internationally beloved heartthrob actor Steve Harrington - along with the caption 'not to sound like a subby slut but GOD I would be his puppy baby boy in a heartbeat'. So I guess the better question is, what the fuck were you thinking, Eddie?"

Eddie's jaw clicks shut because- yeah, he had done that. Had seen those photos of Steve smoking circling the internet and spent god knows how long just staring at them, had curbed the desire to shove his hand down his pants by posting a single thirst tweet about it.

“I was thinking, Jeff, that I'm allowed to post whatever I want to my private fucking twitter, man. I mean it's a free country, isn't a guy allowed to make a horny tweet about a sexy man every now and then?”

“You are, when you actually post it to your private account and not our award winning band's main account.”

No. Oh no. There's no way Eddie actually-

He rips his phone away from his face to open twitter, and realizes two things simultaneously. One, Jeff is right, he had posted it to the band's account. Not on his private, locked, personal account, but on the account that's actually open and free for literally anyone on earth to look at.

The second thing he realizes is that their notifications are currently flooded with responses to Eddie's tweet, somehow racking up into the thousands in the few hours it's been since. 

Jesus Christ.

“Eddie?”

The metalhead jerks back into the moment and put Jeff on speaker so he can scroll through the horde of replies, says “Fuck, I fucked up. Are we gonna have to do damage control on this?”

In the mess is a reply from Gareth's own personal account: @ corrodededdie stop tweeting from the band account challenge 🙄🙄🙄

”Maybe. There hasn't been any type of response from Harrington or his people, but they might ask us to take it down if it blows up too much.“

Eddie hums, thinking they might be too little, too late about it blowing up too much, and flips over to his main account so he can reply to Gareth's little jab appropriately. He isn't surprised to see that he has a couple of new messages, probably from other people wondering just what the fuck Eddie was thinking, but when he goes to check them-

He's never been happier that he turned on messages from followers only, because then he would have missed this, missed Steve Harrington's little profile picture beaming up at him from the screen of his phone, along with a new message request.

”Jeff, I gotta go,” he says, not even realizing he's cut the other man off.

“Eddie, what-

”Harrington messaged me. I'll call you back.“

Eddie doesn't wait for a response as he hangs up on Jeff, and his hands definitely aren't shaking as he opens the message from Steve. And listen- Eddie is a fan of the guy, that much should be obvious. 

Steve had grown in popularity around the same time Corroded Coffin had; he’d gotten some part in a drama film that had skyrocketed him into stardom, and Eddie fell in love the moment he saw that gorgeous face on the silver screen for the first time. He's never had a chance to interact with the guy, has been in the same place a few times but always missed him, like ships passing in the night, but Eddie's been fine with pining from afar, just like every other person on the planet that's even remotely attracted to men.

Besides, even with how popular Corroded Coffin has gotten over the years - a couple of Grammy’s here, a dozen chart topping metal songs there - Eddie doesn’t expect Steve to just. Know who Eddie is.

With all of this in mind, Eddie is expecting some kind of semi-casual request to take the tweet down, that it's not a good look for his image-

Anything other than what Steve actually sent.

'If you're puppy baby boy, does that make me Master? Or Daddy?'

And Eddie- 

Eddie slides down, sinks into his couch cushion as all of the blood in his body suddenly shifts, rushing to fill his dick like it's a fucking race. The phone almost slips out of his hand and he fumbles it briefly before taking a deep breath. 

Is Steve serious? He wouldn't send that if he wasn't serious, right?

This could be it, could be Eddie's one chance to impress Steve, to get his foot in the door of Steve's interest. He bites his lip and types out a reply, something quick that he sends before he can change his mind.

‘I’m open to either, actually. Do you have a preference, sir?’

He doesn’t expect the typing indicator to come up immediately, and just knowing that Steve is somewhere right now, typing out a response to Eddie, is enough to have him nearly vibrating in his seat.

‘I’m partial to Daddy, myself.’

Fuck fuck fuck.

Eddie takes a breath, tries to think of a response that isn’t just ‘Please, Daddy, can I sit on your massive dick that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about since that one indie film you did that just had all of your junk out in the open?’

Steve saves him by sending another message.

‘But maybe we could start with Steve, and possibly dinner? Though I’d be happy to see where things go after that.’

He- What-

Eddie must have stopped breathing, because the next time he takes a breath his lungs burn, his mid races because there’s no way Eddie’s long term celebrity crush just asked him on a date. He sits there long enough that the screen goes dark and he scrambles to turn it back on, sees the message still there, real and unchanged.

There’s no way he can say no to this, to Steve, and his hands shake as he types out a response.

‘Dinner would be great. Just name the time and place, Daddy.’