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We're doing something different for Steter Week 2026: Every day a different genre of music, with short playlists and a selection of prompts inspired by the soundtrack vibes.

As always, these prompts are suggestions, you can use the general theme, the playlist, or any of the vibes. Or go wherever your daily inspiration and Steter love takes you!

SUNDAY JULY 26 GENRE: Synthwave PLAYLIST: Spotify | YouTube Soundtrack vibes: futuristic dystopia, zombie apocalypse, synthetic people, contract killers

MONDAY JULY 27 GENRE: Rock PLAYLIST: Spotify | YouTube Soundtrack vibes: beach parties, strip clubs, road trips, long summer nights

TUESDAY JULY 28 GENRE: Emo/Pop Punk PLAYLIST: Spotify | YouTube Soundtrack vibes: house parties, make up/break up, skate parks, scene kids, tattoos

WEDNESDAY JULY 29 GENRE: R&B PLAYLIST: Spotify | YouTube Soundtrack vibes: urban fantasy, crossroad demons, nightclub singer/piano player, missed connections

THURSDAY JULY 30 GENRE: Folk and Country PLAYLIST: Spotify | YouTube Soundtrack vibes: cowboys & witches, rural ghost stories, country life, starting over/new horizons

FRIDAY JULY 31 GENRE: Oldies PLAYLIST: Spotify | YouTube Soundtrack vibes: sepia tones, year books, nostalgia, age difference

SATURDAY AUGUST 1 GENRE: Free Day PLAYLIST: Spotify | YouTube Soundtrack vibes: miscommunication, casual sex, assholes in love, fantasy worlds, unexpected talents

❌ Does this ship make any sense whatsoever by any reasonable metric

Me at 17: “god I can’t wait to go home and read fanfic”

you CANNOT leave this in the tags that's so perfect and accurate

Last year I broke a tooth. It's in the front and I really don't want to just get it pulled (which is all my insurance will pay for). But to get a crown and all the stuff that goes with it is a bigger expense than I can cover. Now usually I'd try to save up for it, but that broken tooth is now hurting me as infection sets in. I gotta get this squared away quickly.

I'm having trouble with bills already, plus paying for someone to keep my daughter when her regular respite worker is unable to but I still need to keep appointments for myself or my mother. (mom is 81 and has afib, kidney disease, and congestive heart failure. she's going to the doctor a lot)

Anyway, long story short,

I started a GoFundMe for the dental bills.

I also could use some money for the other stuff but that's not as urgent. My cashapp is finally set up: $beingagreenmother and there's still my ko-fi

@stetersecretsanta2025 for @meggie-stardust

A witchy treat for a snowy season!

Featuring:

🐺 young narcissistic asshole Peter who somehow still does the right thing, sigh

🧙 lonely little witch Stiles in his lonely little witch house

🏡 family feels ❤️❤️❤️

🏒 yes this was inspired by a Hockey RPF fic no it is nothing like Heated Rivalry

Excerpt:

Peter moved back to Beacon Hills shortly after his thirtieth birthday, nursing his wounds from a relationship that had blown up dramatically. Talia didn't welcome him in as much as begrudgingly allow him to stay but James made him his favorite meal and hugged him tight.

He moved into the room he'd vacated a decade before and sat on the end of his old full-sized bed and tried not to feel like a complete failure. Most of his things were in storage, back in the city. None of his clothes were appropriate for rural Beacon Hills. He fit what he could into the closet— had it always been so small?— and changed into his running clothes and thought he might go for a run around the Preserve, just to try to shake things loose in his brain.

The pack lands didn't match the Preserve exactly, and so the perimeter runs always missed out on a small sliver at the other end of the forest from the Hale house, but Peter wanted to go a little further, though he could not say why until he got to the furthest edge and saw the witch's house– or not the house, but the garden around it, tight hedges forming a wall hiding the house from view. The garden took up more land than it used to, Peter thought, coming to a stop and leaning against a tree just in view of the witch’s hedge. He wondered what the witch was like– except for the noise about them moving in, he'd never heard gossip about the witch, despite the normally loose lips of the gossips that made up the small town. Didn't the witch go to the grocery store? Didn't they get bored of this small, confining house?

He'd encountered witches in New York. You could somehow always tell they were witches, no matter how they were dressed, no matter their age or race or gender. They could look like a wall street broker or a hippie teenager or one of the innumerable homeless people and you could still tell they were a witch. Even humans could sense them, even though their senses were pitiful and their noses were practically dead.

Even the unshakable, unimpressed New Yorkers hadn’t been comfortable around them. Peter had seen people get up from their seats on a crowded subway car so they wouldn't have to sit next to a witch, disguising their actions as having to get off at the next stop or wanting to peer at an advertisement. A little rude, perhaps, treating them as if they smelled nasty, but he hadn't been quick to take the vacated seat either.

He considered the house for a while, then sighed and ran back home.

Instead of going through angst and heartbreak with the rest of the pack Stiles hacks necromancy and just brings Peter back. Peter doesn't even get a moments peace as Stiles picks the argument back up right where they left off.

Here is our year-end gift to you: a sneak peak of our upcoming animated tribute to Disco Elysium and Sea Power band's "Want To Be Free".

🗓️ JANUARY 2026

🫁Artists featured in this video:

@blue-unifox @qwertyprophecy @nitefise-art @meggymag @vickriarts @parasolemn @lumescribbles @nonbinary-punk-art @racoonsss-blog @discardedtower @yarrowdraws @meinqiwu