#Domestic Tours

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Justin baldoni decided to adapt It Ends With Us because he thought that stories about domestic violence, and specifically escaping and life beyond domestic violence deserved to be platformed.

Instead of being supported, he’s been mean girl’d by the cast; that’s treating the film like its this cutesy rom com : and I think this rly encapsulates everything that’s wrong with the book, and the fanbase it’s amassed

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Luke Newton and Nicola Coughlan Taste Test Canadian Chips (x)

[oversensitiveandoffputting]

Upon my umpteenth watch, I noticed another thing

We all know Stolas likes his romance books (girl, same), but throughout the first four minutes, he’s not holding it like it’s just another book. He’s holding it like he’s trying to protect it.

Blitz, in the middle of their fight, knocks it to the ground. He’s trying to get the book out of the way while he climbs on the table, sure, but he’s almost making a point, maybe even a subconscious one: you want me more than you want romance.

Stolas just picks the book back up but he clutches it close to his chest for the remainder of their fight.

It doesn’t look expensive. It’s not a first edition. It’s not signed by the author. It’s easily replaced. It’s a hardcover, so it’s not like Blitz damaged it by knocking it off the table. It looks like something I could pick up at Barnes & Noble for $29.99 (and unlike Stolas, if someone was knocking my book around, I’d start giving them head injuries with it. But I’m also not a prince with more money than I could ever spend in ten lifetimes).

And then I started to wonder…

Has Stella ever messed with his books? Has she ever ripped them up or threatened to destroy them or throw them out? Stolas’ two hobbies are reading and gardening. His plants can fight back (good for them) but his books can’t.

Has he ever opened his bedroom door to see his favorite books torn apart? Has he ever tried to throw something away and seen whatever he was reading stuffed down in the trash? Has he ever taken a swim and noticed a waterlogged book at the bottom of the pool?

We’ll likely never know every gory detail of how awful Stella was to him. He was chained to her for 18 years and I’m sure with the drinking, he doesn’t remember a good portion of it. But if she’s willing to rape him and hit him in the face where there’s evidence of her abuse? She’s willing to mess with his stuff. It’s another method of control. Another way to punish him for the crime of existing.

[hitlikehammers]

on the radio

rating: t ♥️ cw: criminal-levels of softness, love beyond the boundaries of what it even meant to love before the spring of ‘86 ♥️ tags: established relationship, rockstar!eddie, teacher!steve, rockstar husbands, tour dates coincide with summer vacation because Eddie can't sleep without his Stevie thank you for your cooperation with this policy, soul-deep love, slice of life, softness

for @steddielovemonth day fourteen: Love is being late to work because you can’t ever say goodbye in a reasonable amount of time (@sharpbutsoft)

more codependent rockstar!husbands of the je ne regrette rien variety, you say? oh, well, I mean: I guess ♥️

Steve can fucking taste freedom, he swears.

He looks at the list of student records he needs to close out to transfer to the high school before he can pack away the last of his office and sign the hell off for the school year—and start the summer tour cycle with his husband through the Midwest, up and down the East Coast, and then they’re fucking breaking Europe, got signed on to a couple festivals, and Steve is goddamn vibrating with excitement and shit, just: are there parts of your heart that like, fit together? Like bones where they connect and shit, or is it all just one piece?

Steve thinks is more like one piece, but he is gonna go with that it’s more like stitched together or something, just so he can fucking say exactly what he feels, which is that his whole goddamn chest—heart and ribs and lungs and all the other fucking bones and shit there—all of it’s seriously bursting at the seams just with so much fucking pride, okay, because his Eddie’s goddamn made it. This dream of his isn’t just gold records; it’s a plane across an ocean to play for tens of thousands of people who don’t even all speak their language and that’s…that’s just like…

Steve’s so goddamn proud he’s split between wanting to scream about it from the top of the school and maybe sob about it with all kinds of sappy declarations peppered in as he messy-cries, so: bursting at the seams. Heart in his chest so full it’s primed to just explode like a goddamn confetti cannon.

Though time has kind of served as testament to the fact that that sensation’s less exclusively about Eddie’s music, or his success, and more just about Eddie.

Eddie, and loving him beyond the boundaries of any understanding Steve ever had about what it meant to love before the spring of ‘86.

He’s almost through the ‘V’s at the end of his alphabet of names when he notes the time—shit, he almost missed it.

He reaches for tiny radio in the corner of his desk that literally just lives there for the purpose of Eddie and the boys doing interviews on local stations every so often, and tunes it in 93.9.

…elcome to most of the infamous lords of midwestern metal, Corroded Coffin, the DJ’s introducing and good, Steve sighs and flips through his…fifth-to-last folder—just in time, he can listen to the interview the guys are squeezing in before hitting the road, then he can get home while the band’s getting their flight to the first venue in Chicago, they’ve got a couple of days there and he and Eddie are planning to look at some houses; Erica’s out of high school they’re ready to make the leap, and Steve will take the 6:10 flight and head straight to the show like the often do, it should work perfect; it’s great to have you guys back but Jeff, I gotta ask, the maybe most…colorful?

You can say obnoxious, Lenny, if anyone knows, we do, Jeff’s shooting playfully, and Steve snickers, distracted by closer folder-number-five and flipping open number-four.

I would never, the DJ gasps theatrically to laughter, and Gareth’s muted holler almost like he’s here! and then he continues on; that does open the line of inquiry, though: where’s your notorious frontman, Mr. Munson?

Steve’s hand slips on the folder; he barely catches it before it falls to the floor.

Eddie…Eddie’s not, not there?

Steve tries to talk down the adrenaline response that’s never wholly died at the idea of the love of his fucking life gone missing, and worse, the idea of something happening to him while unaccounted for: Jeff was playful. Gareth was teasing. They have to at least have known somethingabout Eddie’s absence, Steve talks down his racing heart to something just a little anxious as he listens for clues, and doesn’t have to mine little hints or anything even, it’s clear and plain:

Eddie’s got a sore throat, so like the diva he is, he’s resting it before showtime, Dougie chiming in and yeah, two points to that: one, the only reason Eddie’d have a sore throat would have been fine by sun-up, yeah, and it was, because Eddie was all sunshine and manic energy when they parted ways that morning, and then two: Steve actually knows these guys well enough to be able to tell when they’re talking out their asses.

And Doug is maybe the worst liar of the three on-air.

Steve’s chewing hard on his Bic, trying hard to keep a level head about this: if anything drastic had happened, he’d have heard, they all have his office number, they all know where he is, it would—

Steve startles when he hears rubber squeaking down the hall outside the office; as far as he knows, though, he’s the only person here—everyone else takes at least a week free from this place after classes end, but Steve has a timeline, and a flight to catch, so y’know: sacrifices must be made and whatnot.

He barely gets to turn in his chair to consider getting up to check when the culprit and his perpetually-trashed Reeboks skids to a halt in the doorway.

“Sweetheart,” Eddie beams at him, a little breathless, hair a fucking mess but smiling so big, those dimples popped so deep: shit, if Steve’s heart hadn’t been quick already, that’d fucking do the trick.

“Eddie,” Steve stands, and meets him in the middle where Eddie’s already crossing to him, kissing him immediately and hungrier than the maybe-five-hours since the saw each other really fucking merits. “What, you, why aren’t you at the station?”

Eddie’s eyes flick to the radio as he clocks the question and of all the reactions Steve could predict from him, the fake-sheepish grin with the glimmering fucking eyes?

Probably could have guessed that one.

“I forgot something.”

“You forgot something?”

“Yeah, something important,” he nods fervently and Steve frowns.

‘Babe, you could have called, I’m meeting you at the arena, I could drop it with security if needed to,” he offers, argues: but not really, and not like it fucking matters, because here Eddie is, and the boys were planning to run straight to the airport from the interview, both of which are in the city but Steve’s not, and Eddie’s gonna have to be fucking quick, here, if he doesn’t want to be late for his goddamn flight; did he already swing by the house for whatever it is he needs, it—

“Nope,” Eddie pops the denial like a bubble; “can’t leave it with security.”

Steve squints at him, because now it’s a puzzle. Now it’s Eddie being…kind of a little shit.

And Steve doesn’t even begrudge him the momentary panic before; he’s too adorable. Steve’s too fucking in love.

And now he’s curious.

“You kissed me goodbye.”

“Oh, always,” Eddies almost offended by the suggestion he could have forgotten that. As in: ever.

“Said you loved me.”

“Bigger than the universe,” Eddie says exactly what he came up with that morning, like he does every morning, some new outlandish way to describe the scope of his affections and Steve rolls his eyes but eats it up every fucking time; “and the universe is always expanding so I love you bigger than what it’s expanded to since this morning, too.”

Steve can’t help but kiss him for that, because; well.

Because.

“What the hell else then?” Steve asks, because Eddie has a fucking timeline here and then his husband’s grin stretches slow, and sly, and then he’s drawing Steve in, and kissing him deep, licking as far as he can reach and wrapping his arms around Steve’s waist tight, knocking him a little off balance by design and Steve goes with it, because he fucking loves it, and then—

“Goddamnit, Edward,” Steve growls between them into Eddie’s shit-eating fucking grin as he smacks Steve’s ass, again, and keeps his hand there to squeeze while he pecks at Steve’s lips with feeling.

“It’s good luck, baby, for the journey!” Eddie protests between kisses. “It would curse the whole shebang if I left without showing the appreciation duly accorded to a goddamn masterpiece,” and then he leans in and goes deep one more time, draws a moan out and drags it slow from Steve’s lips before breaking away to declare emphatically:

“Unthinkable.”

And Steve…Steve fucking loves this man bigger than the whole expanding fucking universe or whatever, so he kisses him back until Eddie’s the one moaning, then pushes him away, kinda hard.

“Get out of here, you fucking lunatic,” but then he’s quick to drag Eddie back for one last kiss to mouth against him: “have a safe flight, I’ll see you tonight.”

And Eddie smiles against him, and makes to actually listen, but.

Not before Steve slaps that ass as it makes its way out the door.

Turnabout’s fair play.

Or whatever.

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[missingexaltation]

Fic idea (because I can't get enough of rockstar!Eddie, apparently)

Steve and Eddie try dating, but it quickly goes nowhere as Steve is just too busy. If he's not driving the kids around, he's doing chores for Mrs Henderson, or hanging out with Robin, or at work. And the free time he DOES have never correlates to when Eddie's free. They keep missing each other and Steve finally (gently) breaks up with Eddie because they just never see each other.

A few weeks pass and Steve misses him so much it hurts. Even the hour or so at a time that they used to get would be enough. And it's not forever, maybe soon they could move in together, get their own place and see each other all the time. And the girls are off to college soon, so that's MORE time together. He was an idiot to break up.

He goes to the new Munson house to try and get Eddie back only to find out that he's gone. Wayne tells him that he's going to Cali with Jonathan and Argyle, and that's that.

Steve's devastated.

The next time Nancy goes to see Jonathan he and Robin tag along, but Eddie's not there. Jonathan hasn't seen him in a few days, he's busy with his new band, and they're actually really good. Steve spends the rest of the time in Cali hoping Eddie will show up...but he doesn't. Steve goes home to Hawkins feeling worse than ever.

A few weeks later, Nancy excitedly tells him that Jonathan said that Eddie's band has been signed up, or signed on, or something, and that's a big fucking deal. They're recording an album and they might hear him on the radio, and Eddie might be famous.

It IS a big deal, Steve DOES hear him on the radio, and the band DOES get famous.

It happens too quickly for Steve to deal with, and shuts himself down a little. He still misses Eddie so much, and now there's no chance he'll ever see him again. He's just a dumbass with no future, and Eddie's out there living his best life as making his dreams come true. Robin and Nancy leave for college at the same time this all happens, and Steve's left hating himself for being stuck behind.

He hears the band's debut single all the time, but he tries not to focus on it. Their singer is really good, she's the main focus, but all Steve can hear is Eddie in the backing vocals and guitar and its too much.

Jonathan invites them all back to Cali for one of the band's shows, (they're only the support act but still, it's the support for a really famous rock band), and Steve agrees to go. He stands in the crowd, surrounded by people in black, leather and chic, and hates himself a tiny bit more. This is Eddie's world and he doesn't fit in it, doesn't belong in it.

The show is spectacular, leagues above what corroded coffin used to do, and Steve's eyes don't leave Eddie once. After the band leaves the stage, Jonathan drags them all backstage, though Steve tries to leave, and for the first time in months Steve comes face to face with his ex.

Eddie's bouncing around, on some adrenaline high, laughing his head off until he sees Steve. His smile drops and he looks like the devastated boy that Steve had left broken hearted all those months ago. And if Steve didn't hate himself before, he does now. That's the effect he has on the guy he loves, just the sight of him upsets Eddie. So instead of saying anything...he chickens out and runs.

He doesn't expect Eddie to follow him, but he does, dragging them both into an empty room. Steve can't even get a word out before he just flings himself into Eddie's arms and sobs. He says a lot of things as he cries, trying to explain himself, but none of it makes any sense to his own ears. Eddie clings to him in return, and it's not until Steve's composed himself that he realises that Eddie's crying too.

They just cling to each other until someone comes to tell Eddie that they're leaving for the hotel, and Eddie insists that Steve comes too. They spend the night together, figuring themselves out, and it all comes to a head when Eddie asks if Steve had heard their single. Steve says he has and that he...likes it? Eddie laughs at him softly and cuddles him closer.

It's about Steve, he explains, because of course it is. It's the song that Eddie had written both before and after they'd broken up. It's a song about being completely in love...but then dealing with being broken hearted. And apparently it struck a chord with both the talent scout that had 'discovered' them, and the rest of the world that related to it enough to make it popular.

They agree to try again.

Eddie's band don't warm to him for some time, and neither does Wayne, but Steve's right by Eddie's side as the band goes from a small-time support band to full rockstars in their own right over the next few years. He's not making the same mistake twice, and neither is Eddie. They both let go too easily the first time, and they won't let go again.

Steve and Eddie get 'unlawfully married' on their fifth anniversary in '91, and finally gains Wayne's acceptance. The band have also gotten used to him by this point, and jokingly refer to him as the 'non musical' member of the band.

An injury to both the band's vocalist and drummer brings the band to a natural end in '06. The band's popularity carries on though a very vocal cult fanbase due to a) their singer and rhythm guitarist being two of the few venerated women in their genre and b) Eddie being very open about his sexuality and 'unlawful husband'.

Eddie settles down with Steve in a quiet part of the country, and finds himself at a bit of a loss. It's not until he rediscovers D&D that he finds purpose again, and ends up writing a few campaigns that get published. His fame is good for something after all.

Steve suggests he test them out on the old Hellfire club (because of course Steve's still in contact with most of them), and by 2010 the gang's permanently back together. They sometimes play D&D in person, but most of it's through Skype.

One of the club suggests (after a particularly hilarious session) that they record it for a podcast, and although it starts slow, because of Eddie's fame it soon gets pretty popular. Every member of the club gets their own little fanbase and merch (even Steve, as the long suffering 'normal hubby').

Eddie's happy, Steve's happy, and they get legally married in 2016, on their 30th anniversary.

[elcarimercanto]

They match now....

When they both have a nickname for each other.

I'm not crying you're crying....

[sluttycinderella]

i can’t stand them actually.

[paeries]

a better teaser for domestic!harry

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(note: soooOOOoooooo, i had to make a new google doc account because I ran out of room on the other. i lost some inspiration for sick of you, but like I said, i’ve been working on some other works for the time being, this being one of them. i went and reread the first teaser and thought immediately NO, so i redid it some, and here it is! ik nobody asked for it but i couldnt live with it any longer. kk ttyl 💋)

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“Keep reading, I’m just going to rant a little bit. Try and drown me out.” She hummed, playing with her sock that was ruffled and scrunched up in some places at her ankles, “He was such a pig,” she started, “and Ben’s so lucky he looked like he actually liked the girl he was with, Harry, I swear to God, because otherwise I would’ve been home much, much earlier.” She gritted out through her clenched teeth, taking a calming breath and began playing with her hair. A habit of hers that always helped her relax. “Tell me why men think it’s totally okay to flat out say that they're a great lay- You know what, don’t answer that.. frankly, I’m in awe.” She huffed, shaking her head in disbelief and giggled as Harry peered over the top of his book, shaking his head and laughing while he lowered his book. “He didn’t… did he really?” He asked, chuckling as he leaned over to take his glasses off and set his book down. “He did! It was so embarrassing. I didn't know what to say.” Y/N whined, pouting as she looked at him, her head tilting to the side as she finally took in the relaxed state of him. Never before had a man so broad and long, managed to look so gentle. So homely. The sight had her biting her lip at the haunting tug of her heart as he rubbed at his eyes tiredly.

“Could’ve called me for an emergency excavation. Or at least told Benjamin. He’s a pal, would’ve understood.” He argued, raising a brow at her. She scoffed and scrunched her nose at him, “No, I couldn’t. Ben told me she was a very nervous girl. And I could tell she had relaxed and started enjoying herself once me and whatever-his-name-was started talking. So, naturally I, being the absolute angel that I am, took one for the team.” She shrugged, elbowing him in the side teasingly and reached over to his bowl of popcorn to fish one out. “They’re not stale, are they?” She asked, pausing just before popping one into her mouth, who knows when it was made. He widened his eyes at her and reached into the bowl to toss a few her way. “I made a bag about two hours ago thinking we were gonna try that movie out! Dickhead!” Y/N laughed and threw her handful at him as well. “I’m sorry, I forgot! At least I was miserable. Doesn’t that help console you in any way at all?” Doesn’t it help knowing I’d so much rather have been here curled up with you? “I suppose so.” He grumbled, grabbing the bowl and moving to stand. “C’mon,” He started, acting exasperated. “Let’s go make another.” And reached his hand out to help her up. “Grab that blanket too, will you? Just had it washed, I’d like to enjoy it, thanks.” He added, his eyes darting directly behind me to the blanket folded over his headboard. She laughed, her jaw falling slack at the newfound attitude. “Yes, sir.” She giggled, grabbing the blanket and stood, “Brought a pizza home too to share. Lost my appetite at the restaurant so I stopped ‘round Tonie’s on the way home.” She explained as she made her way to the kitchen again, Harry trailing behind. “Always so thoughtful, dove, thank you.” He hummed, striding to the furthest wall of the kitchen, poking his head through the cabinets as he rummaged around for another bag of popcorn. “Would you grab the parmesan and pepper flakes, while you’re in there please?” She asked, opening the box to plate up the pizzas for them and moved into the living room to set the plates down on the coffee table, hearing the microwave beep as he punched in a timer for the bag.

“S’really comin’ down out there, isn't it?” Harry said after some quiet, looking out the kitchen window as he waited for the popcorn to finish. She watched as he lost himself in thought, staring out the window, wondering what he was so distracted with. What’s worse was that she could feel her heartbeat in her ears, her throat, even her fingertips, as she set her hand over her chest to try and calm the throbbing that was bursting through her chest. “Yeah,” She responded quietly, not really sure if he was talking to himself. “Ominous, isn't it? Should’ve known it would be a shit night once the thunder started rumbling in.” And she swore she could just barely catch a hint of a smile from the tops of his cheeks, even with his head still turned mostly away. “Tried t’warn ya, did it?” He laughed, finally turning his head to her before retrieving the popcorn from the microwave and dumping it into a bowl. “Hey! Grab me a beer, would you?” She added quickly, before he could leave the kitchen. Harry turned on his heel, grabbing two beers, “That bad, huh? Y’never go f’beer.” He teased, turning the light off and taking a seat next to her on the couch. “Alright, y’settled? Better take a pee break now because m’not pausing for any reason this go around, got it?” He warned, laughing as she sheepishly got up to go to the bathroom ‘just in case’, he’d say. “The pizzas goin’ cold, Harry! Just start the movie.” She laughed, trying her best to get him to hear her through the door.

After she washed her hands, she sped through the hallway to sit back down, opening a beer and pulled her legs up onto the cushion. “Which one did you end up picking?” She murmured, taking a good swig before setting it back down to pick up a slice. “Interstellar. S’a big movie, lots of things to miss. Hence, why I made y’go to the bathroom beforehand.” He explained, pulling the throw blanket from his room over his lap, spreading it out to reach across hers as well. “Comfy?” He murmured, grabbing his own slice off his plate to take a bite. She nodded, watching his portion of a bite before getting back up, “M’bringing the whole damn box over.” She laughed out, hurrying into the kitchen to grab the entire box, as well as the rest of the six pack of beer in the fridge.

“Hurry back, it’s starting.” He hissed, playfully glaring as she sat them down on the coffee table. “Alright! Alright.” She giggled out, taking her place next to him to watch intently as the beginning scenes unfolded.

She risked a glance at Harry from the corner of her eye when she deemed it safe. He hardly moved if not for the slow rise and fall of his chest in order to breathe. His jaw tense, his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes flickering quickly about the screen, he was focused. When he moved to grab a beer, she jumped and he laughed. “Y’can’t watch the movie, if you’re watchin’ me.” He mumbled, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “I wasn’t watching you,” She huffed, swallowing thickly, “I was thinking about whether I locked the door behind me, and how I was going to tell you without bothering your focus.” “Y/N!” He huffed, shaking his head in mock disappointment while reaching for the remote to pause the movie. “Go and lock it.” He laughed, lifting both hands to rub his face. “Wha’ am I gonna do with you?” He laughed out, tugging the box of pizza closer to slide another slice out, kicking his socked feet up on the coffee table.

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(aaaand there it is, for those that don’t know what i was complaining about, it was this. there isnt much difference but i feel better about it, ok??? this will also be on the masterlist from now on)

[leftfield-fm]

As fame and the pressure of life on the road hit us, Brian's behaviour became a liability.

At Clearwater, I slept late on 6 May, then joined the others at the poolside along with my girl. Then my girl's friend who had slept with Brian arrived, looking battered and bruised and said Brian had beaten her up. We were disgusted by this. Mike Dorsey promptly disappeared into the motel in search of Brian. When they met, blows were exchanged and Brian suffered two cracked ribs, to the satisfaction of everyone.

Within a couple of days, news of the punch-up had trickled out to the press. We concocted a story. I gave an interview to New Musical Express by phone, saying: "We had a gorgeous pool here in Clearwater and we were doing karate beside it. Brian fell heavily and the next day, a lump came up on his chest. The doctor told him he had cracked two ribs. He wears an elastic belt, which we call his 'corset.' He's recovering rapidly, I'm glad to say." Lies!

excerpt from Bill Wyman's memoir, Stone Alone

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[incelq]

it is so cute how dan always goes to phil about medical stuff despite phil being the biggest hypochondriac LOL

[purplepuggy]

guys if that was the pre-tour phacation insta pics, is anyone else like... really scared for the tour/traveling insta stories

[nattaphum]

When mile and apo ordered bingsu at the Mileapo coffe truck in Seoul, they could choose among 3 flavors: red beans, strawberry and mango

but mile only asked apo if he wanted red beans or mango flavor because he knows apo doesnt like strawberries:

That feeling when you spend time with someone who knows you so well >>>>

[thatmexisaurusrex]

Just Sam and Bucky, helping Sarah plan a family trip to Birnin Zana.