#musician friends

[nialls-gorgeous-colors]

Shawn Mendes twitter account retweets Ed Sheeran’s tweet of the video clip, from when Shawn performed onstage with him in Toronto, Canada this past week

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#shawn mendes #video #ed sheeran #june 19 #2023 #toronto #toronto canada #canadian #ed sheeran twitter #shawn mendes retweet #ed sheeran hq #friends #musician friends #songwriters #guitarists #pop music #june 2023 #shawn mendes on stage #so happy for him

[hairmetal666]

Steve doesn't date, not anymore. He goes to bars, clubs, picks people up and makes it clear it's just for the night; that it can't, won't, be for anything more.

He falls too fast and too hard; wants so badly to be loved that he loses himself to it. So, he doesn't date and he's fine. More than fine, actually. Not worrying about finding someone, about falling in love, lets him truly enjoy his life; maybe for the first time since childhood.

He goes with Robin to visit her parents in Hawkins, wakes up at the ass crack of dawn to go for a run. With the sun barely up, he doesn't expect to come face-to-face with Eddie Munson, smoking on a park bench.

They startle each other in the early Hawkins quiet, Eddie jumping hard enough that he drops his cigarette into the dirt at his feet.

"Christ, Harrington!" He snarls a little.

"Fuck, Eddie." Steve fights to catch his breath. "What are you doing out this early?"

He glances up, finds Eddie's eyes raking over this body in a way that makes him go hot all over.

"Haven't been home yet." Eddie smirks. And he can see that's true, Eddie is fully dressed, faint lines of mascara trail across his cheeks.

"Had a show?"

"Something like that." Eddie's cheeks pink, and he pulls a chunk of hair over his face.

Understanding dawns, and Steve points at him, delighted laugh bubbling in his throat.

"Don't--"

"You had an all night Hellfire meeting?" Steve cackles.

"Shut--Harrington, shut-up." But he's smiling too. "I'm in town this weekend. Dustin insisted!"

"You can tell him no, you know?" Steve giggles.

"Like you ever could."

Eddie stands then, and they hug, quick and tight. He practically crumbles into his friend's body, but then, that's nothing new. Steve breathes him in, immediately comforted by the familiarity of tobacco and leather and sweat and weed.

"I'm at Rob's. Come say hi?"

Eddie nods and they trek back together. They kept in touch, after Vecna, and their chatting is easy, like it's not been six months since the last time.

Eddie stays for breakfast tells them with a smile, "I was gonna call but--I'm moving to Chicago. That's why I'm crashing at Wayne's for now, stopped on the way--"

The rest of his words are smothered by the force of Steve and Robin's hug, Steve's heart beating an elated rhythm he doesn't bother investigating.

--

When Eddie makes it to town, they hang out as constantly as an adult with a day job and a touring musician can. It's nice, good, to see Eddie sitting on their couch. To watch him smoke a joint on the balcony. To hangout in his bed as he works on new music. It's just like the summer of '86, before they all went off to find their futures.

They're closer than they've ever been. Crashing at each other's apartments, sharing clothes, meeting for coffee and drinks and meals. There's not a day or night when they're free that they don't spend together.

Steve knows he's falling for Eddie; was halfway there already, and now--well, Eddie's beautiful and funny and smart and talented. He doesn't make a move, though. Because Eddie'll leave, like they all do, and losing Eddie will crush him more than anyone else ever has.

--

In June, Eddie's gone for a month, touring across the midwest. The day he's expected back, Steve's in the kitchen, rolling up fresh pasta, simmering sauce on the stove.

Robin stomps in, eyes flashing. "What are you doing?"

"Making dinner?" Steve raises an eyebrow.

"Steve."

"Robin."

They glare at each other across the kitchen. Steve breaks first. "What's wrong with making our friend dinner?"

"I don't want either of you to get hurt."

Steve freezes, swallows. "I'm not--I'm--I wouldn't."

"Just. Promise you'll be careful?"

He nods, squeezes his hands into fists. "Course, Rob."

And he means it, he really does, but when Eddie lets himself in, Steve runs to the doorway to pull his friend into a tight hug.

Eddie huffs out a burst of air on impact, laughing lightly. "Miss me, sweetheart?"

"So much," Steve whispers. He presses his nose into Eddie's neck, breathing him in, and he doesn't miss the way a kiss is pressed into his hair, the way Eddie's breathing him in too.

They fall into their natural rhythm immediately, Eddie following him to the kitchen, cooing and posturing that Steve made him dinner.

As Steve serves up the food, Eddie wraps his arms around his waist, leaning against his back. God help him, but Steve can't help relax into the hold, turning his head until their eyes meet.

Desire bleeds from Eddie's gaze, and Steve's breath hitches. He wants this so badly, knows he shouldn't, but he lets himself lean in until they share air.

But--he can't lose Eddie. He can't.

He turns away, lets the moment die. Eddie doesn't stay over that night, and Steve pretends like it doesn't make his stomach hurt.

--

They aren't as close after that.

Steve keeps telling himself it's because they're busy. The school year's starting up, Steve's got lesson plans to write; Eddie made an EP, it got interest, he's taking meetings in New York and LA. It's okay that they're spending less time together.

Until Eddie stops returning his calls.

He tries not to worry. But one call becomes two, becomes three, and he can't help it. He goes over, dread a knot in his stomach. Eddie opens the door, and he's shirtless with sweatpants slung low on his hips, hair loose and streaming around his shoulders. He looks happy.

"Steve? What are you--"

"You weren't answering my calls, and--can I come in?"

Eddie winces. "It's not a good time, Harrington."

He stands there for a second, stung, not sure what to say.

"Eddie, I--"

"Babe?" A voice calls from inside the apartment. "Who's at the door?"

Steve freezes. Can't think, can't move. He hopes it isn't obvious that his heart is shattering, but Eddie's blinking at him, panic written in the lines gathering on his forehead.

"Steve, Stevie, please," Eddie is saying, but he can't do this. He can't do this.

He walks away, all the way home, numb to everything around him.

The phone's ringing when he gets to the apartment. He ignores it. Goes to his room, locks himself in, crawls into bed.

The phone keeps ringing. He keeps ignoring it.

It isn't supposed to be like this. They weren't dating, weren't trying for a relationship; Eddie's supposed to be his. He curls into himself, sobs until his ribs hurt, until his eyes are as heavy as his heart, and he falls asleep.

--

Steve startles awake, disoriented, to someone knocking on his bedroom door. He has no idea what time it is, how long he slept, but he expects Robin to be waiting in the hall.

It's Eddie. Hair in a messy bun, face flushed, eyes too bright.

"I'm sorry," falls out of Steve's mouth before he can think of anything else.

"Steve, I--I don't--" Eddie shakes his head. "Do you want to be in a relationship with me?"

"Yes," Steve whispers. "But I can't lose you, Eddie."

Eddie reaches out, slender hand, cupping Steve's jaw. "I need you to really listen when I say this, sweetheart. You will never, ever lose me. Not a chance."

"You can't know that," Steve says. Tears break free, cascade down his cheeks. "I used to think who could ever leave me? You know, back before Nancy. But I realized that actually no one would stay. And I can't--with you I can't--"

"Sweetheart," Eddie chokes on a sob. "I'm yours. Have been for years. I will never, ever leave you, no matter what we are to each other. But I can't be in some of a relationship with you. You have me wrapped around your finger, and I--I need it all, Steve."

"I want you to have it, Eddie." He presses his hand to his heart. "This belongs to you, but I--I couldn't survive you leaving."

"I would stay, Steve. I will. I promise on everything I have, everything I am, that you would never, ever lose me."

Steve stumbles into Eddie's arms, totally gone, and their mouths meet in a clumsy kiss. It wrecks Steve, tears him apart, renders him down to his smallest parts only to build him back together. He knows now for certain that there is no one else in the world for him.

They break apart, but don't move out of each other's orbit. "I love you," Steve whispers.

"Stevie, sweetheart, I love you more than anything." His fingers wind their way into Steve's hair, gentle, holding him. "I promise you'll have me for forever--fuck, longer than forever. My soul will find yours wherever we end up. I swear it."

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #ficlet #fluff #angst #fluff and angst #angst with a happy ending #friends to lovers #musician eddie munson #teacher steve harrington #situationship #mutual pining #steve swears off dating #eddie is hopelessly in love with him #what if steve is the archer #who could ever leave me darling but who could stay #what if eddie is linger #you know i'm such a fool for you #the archer #linger #eddie will stay

[mx-mouse]

If you're from the Montreal area, you definitely should check out Danny Rebel and the KGB. They're amazing.

#musician friends #ska #reggae #rocksteady #Youtube

[saltcosmos]

i am cringe but i am free

#as an orchestra musician i cant not project my passion onto my favs #p sure both their forms are bad but I was too lazy to check w my friends who actually play those instruments smh #also gabv1el sketch that i didnt want to line :) #dw i have a gabv1el painting wip but I don't have a lot of energy to work on it rn #soon tho i promise... #ultrakill #v1 ultrakill #gabriel ultrakill #v2 ultrakill #gabv1el

[facelessoldgargoyle]

It’s extremely easy to get me into new music. Recommend me a song or two from your friends’ band. Hold on. How many of you know a band

Ok. Now post a link for me

#I’m in the mood for some new shit #a friend recommended Ada rock to me recently and it reminded me how much I love obscure musicians

[sadmages]

Finally found a bit for my Durge

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 dark urge #bg3 durge #my art #okay so Rogier. duelist sword fighter before the nautiloid. wakes up there with no memory and barely a sense of self #sees himself. finds a broken flute. decides okay okay. so im a musician. devotes himself to being a bard and doing things bards would do #shut up dark urges he needs to create!!! #ive been informed the durge run is uhm a lot so ill see if i can weave this into his story #gale romancer methinks.completely taken by his words. full of wonder for his control of the weave. the poetry of it all. like music to him. #any mechs followers i have left who see this devastatingly informed by my friends i have made jonny dville #rogier-posting

[machetelanding]

#the beatles #paul mccartney #george harrison #singers #musicians #celebrities #liverpool #england #british #friends #life

[vats9underscore9]

#artists on tumblr #digital art #friend's oc #if i see anyone point out that the guitar is wrong istg #yes i know i just have no respect for musicians

[raylangivins]

god i fucking love the beatles. imagine your worst and most contentious best friend break up ever was publicised for decades and everybody chose sides. people wrote books about it.

#horrible situation BUT? kind of funny when you think about it. #sorry this should be a sideblog post but i need you guys to understand the breadth of it!! #worst cuntiest fight your friend group had when you were in your 20s and then people who weren't even there keep talking about it forever #people in interviews ask famous musicians if they prefer you or your ex bestie! #old man yells at cloud

[kvothes]

i want to add a caveat to this: he’s specifically talking about published, professional, forward-facing poetry—poetry as an industry—the type of stuff that is presented to the world as an art form. not necessarily poetry as personal self-expression or therapy (which richard siken was also just talking about).

with that out of the way…timmy was really cooking here lol.

#i respect poetry TREMENDOUSLY as an art form and what this means to me is that i have standards #now. if i was in my friend’s house and they pulled out a guitar to play me a song #i absolutely would not judge them the same way i would judge an album from a musician with a label #so please please understand that i am not taking shots at personal notes app poetry #in general i don’t much care for timothy green but. even so #mine #poetry

[commsroom]

making hera manage a space station is inhumane. she's supposed to be creating unmarketable art. post-canon hera makes like fifteen dollars a month off niche experimental multimedia poetry zines, eiffel is begging people to listen to his music on bandcamp (between an assortment of jobs that would be perfectly fine, if he could hold any of them for longer than two months), and they are both so, so lucky minkowski cares about them so much.

#wolf 359 #w359 #hera wolf 359 #doug eiffel #i've said things like this to friends before but it's important to me #hera is good at math by nature of her brain being. a computer that is wired up to other computers. #but none of that what she WANTS to do. jobs for which the only requirement is having no pulse. etc... #eiffel and hera are meant to be minkowski's slacker roommates #hera needs to make friends with musicians who are making equally niche and unmarketable stuff #and she recommends it to eiffel whose taste is way too normal #and she's like i told them about your music too!! and he's like oh... great... <- sweating because he knows how devastatingly uncool #all of these people think he is. #this would be good for her.

[maysrinn]

any art with lucy gray’s pregnant belly? ❤️

Well yeah of course, have my personal favorite

Her first pregnancy with Clementine was an experience…for everyone else included

Local pregnant woman screaming at mockingjays

#tbosas #snowbaird #lucy gray baird #local pregnant musician screaming at mockingjays #she becomes friends with them again #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #alternate universe #family au go brrrrrrrr

[life-nothing-understand-peace]

#world news #draco malfoy imagine #healthy #alucard #sag awards #faggot humiliation #fake friends #sharon tate #tame impala #musicians #nick x charlie #sensory #sluttraining

[wynandcore]

Able: mechanic by day, music star by night

I wanna know how they met so badly

#tron #tron uprising #tronblr #how did these two bickering programs become friends. how long have they been friends. this is important info I must know #if you can’t pick it up from this art: #I hc that Able was both a mechanic and a niche musician back in the day #and Tron and Able met when Tron received too many noise complaints about one of Able’s gigs #tron able #tron x able #tronable #trable #<- ppl better start using both of these ship names I NEED MORE TRON X ABLE CONTENT NOW 💥‼️ #I’m not a shipper generally but if ya gotta ship #ship the Good Ship 🫡 #i am not biased at all wdym- #art tag

[homoqueerjewhobbit]

Thinking about how many people Hannibal would have to kill to cater his and Will's wedding reception. Like, he'd take out a whole orchestra bc he thought they played Music for 18 Musicians too quickly. Or the entire staff of a grocery store that ran out of fresh tarragon. Or every single person who laughed at them in middle school.

#Will I need a list of everyone who teased you as a child. Why? No reason. Don't worry about it. #Hannibal invites 300 professional colleagues and high society friends. Will invites Alana and his veterinarian. #Jack Crawford walking Will down the aisle and “giving him away” would just be redundant #Oh um of you're unfamiliar Music for 18 Musicians despite it's name is almost never played by only 18 Musicians #Anyway check it out it's delightful #post o' mine #hannibal #Hannigram #Hannibal Lecter #will graham #Wedding planning

[sephospaganplace]

Stop trying to read the Iliad and the Odyssey.

You're struggling to understand them, to focus on them, because you're going about it all wrong.

They're not books . They're epic poems.

They're oraccular tales. They're meant to be told. They're meant to be performed. They always were. Stop trying to read them.

Listen to the audiobooks instead. Find them on your local library app, listen to them while you're walking, find the cds at your local library, listen to them while you're driving, download them, shove them on your phone and listen to them in the night, staring up at the stars.

They're meant to be heard, to be experienced, not read.

#obviously there's nothing wrong with reading them!!! #if that works for you please do so! #I tried for YEARS to read them and I couldn't get through it #then a friend gave me the CD set of the Odyssey and it just CLICKED #these poems were performed by traveling musicians to the halls of kings and countrymen over nights of feasts #They're meant to be told by a storyteller #The Iliad #The Odyssey #this is also just my opinion so try not to send me hate for it ok? #if you read it and it moves you then!! that's great! #if you can only read it bc of disability then of COURSE read #ok to reblog