Emma Watson at the ‘Deathly Hallows Part II” premiere in New York (2011)
Emma Watson at the ‘Deathly Hallows Part II” premiere in New York (2011)
this is seriously one of my favorite scenes in s3 😭 JUST THE WAY STEVE TURNS HIS HEAD SO QUICKLY AND CONFIDENTLY TO HIS LEFT ONLY TO BE CORRECTED BY ROBIN’S “no your other right” AND STEVE’S LITTLE “oh.” THEN ROBIN’S “yeah.” IS SO FUNNY TO ME AND IT MAKES IT EVEN FUNNIER BECAUSE HE WASNT EVEN DRUGGED YET 😭😭😭
my dad is listening to a song from jesus christ superstar in the other room and I can't tell if it's just a different recording than he or I usually listen to or if that really is kermit singing as jesus
okay preliminary casting ideas (I am accepting suggestions)
morning additions
Oh my god avery I'm so happy I get to present you with this
a little pre-relationship steddie scene about Steve's music taste, inspired by this brilliant and thoroughly-researched post by @eiqhties
“Alright, Harrington. Strap in, because Metalhead 101 with Professor Munson begins now.”
Steve doesn’t point out that he is already literally strapped in, given that he is in a moving vehicle and his seat belt is buckled. Instead of snarking back, he just rolls his eyes as Eddie fishes a tape out of his beat-up backpack and shoves it in the beamer’s stereo.
“I made this mixtape with you in mind, so I hope you feel special,” Eddie adds, fiddling with the volume dial.
“Yeah, real special.”
Eddie gives him a sidelong look. “Is that a hint of sarcasm I detect in your voice, my liege?”
Steve turns his head away from the road to glare at Eddie.
“How dare you accuse me of something like that,” he deadpans.
Eddie huffs and jams the play button. “You don’t have to be such a brat. I’m going out of my way to expand your horizons and this is how you repay me?”
“My horizons are plenty expanded,” Steve grumbles.
“There’s an innuendo in there somewhere.”
“Shut the hell up, Munson.”
“You shut up. I mean it, you gotta be quiet. The first track is important.”
The first song begins. Heavy guitar spills out of the speakers, making Steve frown. This song is familiar; he’s listened to it probably a hundred times, if not more.
“Hey, wait a second—”
“I said shhh. This one is important. I’m easing you into it.”
From the stereo, Freddie Mercury’s voice kicks in with a familiar refrain. Steve taps along to the beat against the steering wheel. From the corner of his eye, he sees Eddie watching him.
“What?” Steve prompts. “I like this song.”
“You— what?”
“I like this song. Dude, I literally own this album. Look.”
