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@grumpybearromantic
So they deleted my blog for no reason I can discern and I have to rebuild from scratch. I was Pleasedonttalktome before and honestly, not much has changed. I reblog often and I talk little. Please don’t be offended if I don’t respond - I promise it’s not you, just the crippling anxiety.
Honestly I think billy and Steve would look back on the Byers house fight and laugh
Like years down the line when they’ve been together for a while and it gets brought up it’s like Steve standing ten toes down that he would’ve won if billy hadn’t gotten the plate out (this starts up a whole argument they’ve had 1700 times already), or Billy being like “well you learned a valuable lesson that day not to lie to me”
Like they can bring it up casually and it’s not this big traumatic thing after a certain point. Because they are crazy. And many people don’t realize this
Two Boys Playing With Fire
I’m sorry but the tAGS?? @granpappy-winchester killing us all here with this content
i like fics that don’t minimize billy’s injuries post starcourt. immediately after being hospitalized, he would need to be on a trach/vent, g-tube, central line, have a foley, and most likely some sort of ostomy. he would have deep scarring that would prevent him from regaining full mobility, broken limbs, potential spinal cord injuries, etc.
i get why his recovery is not often written that way (very complex, would take too much time to delve into), but seeing his progression as he heals physically/mentally and learning how to allow himself romantic love simultaneously when he thinks he’s too broken to deserve it is really such a treat. anyway i just love billy lol
“Please don’t hate me.” Steve’s voice sounds pained. His fingers are so gentle, carding through Billy’s hair, as the blond clutched a large towel around his shoulders in their kitchen.
“Sweetheart, I could nev-”
And then he feels it, the unmistakable dull cold of scissor blades.
He knew it was coming, deep in the recesses of his mind. They’d made a pact after all. When the mullet had to die, Steve was the one who was going to pull the metaphorical trigger.
It’s just, he wasn’t expecting it to be today.
Actually, he was kind of hoping Steve forgot about it.
Shnick shnick shnick.
“Fuck, how short are you cutting it?!”
Shnick.
Steve moves into his view, holding up a thick bundle of golden curls.
“It was time,” Steve says gently.
He uneasily reaches a hand up from under the towel and grasps for hair, but instead, his fingers find only the bare skin of his neck.
“I thought we could try an undercut,” Steve says sheepishly, “You’d look hot with one.”
Billy knows what that means: losing more of his precious locks.
His lip wobbles.
Steve’s knelt before him in an instant, kissing away his tears.
“You made me promise,” Steve says quietly, “And I know you’ve been feeling like you’re in a slump lately, so, I just thought… I’m sorry, I overstepped-”
“It’s fine, sweetheart.” He wipes at his face with the back of his hand. “Maybe this is the change I’ve needed.”
“Maybe.” Steve offers him a hopeful smile.
“So much for just getting rid of the dead ends,” he laughs wetly.
“Oh, they’re gone,” Steve chuckles, then, pressing a kiss to his forehead, “Let me finish?”
Billy nods, and Steve squeezes his hands reassuringly before he stands.
“Right then, one ultra hot new haircut coming up!”
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[this is part of my ao3 collection of fics between 300-500 words]
[read more here]
Steve: How did you climb out of my pool? Who are you?
Steve : "Dude. I barely know your name."
[Image ID: The Destiel confession meme edited so that Dean answers 'JK Rowling posted upskirt photos of a woman on Twitter' to Cas 'I love you'. /End ID]
No one doing this should be allowed to call themselves a feminist.
The wealthy author escalated a social media spat that resulted in posting a photo from a 2023 event at the Institute of Economic Affairs in
Let's not beat around the bush: Children's author JK Rowling sexually harassed someone. In some jurisdictions, this would count as sexual abuse. JK Rowling has committed a sex crime against a woman and fell back on the old rape apologist standby of "she was asking for it".
I hope your nostalgia is worth it
Insp.
Steve likes them crazy with a fat ass
[Harrington,
Getting up to shady shit with a bunch of kids and then lying to my face about it was kind of asking for an ass kicking, but I admit the one I gave you may have been a (slightly) disproportionate response.
Hope the concussion wasn’t too bad.
The face is looking better already, so don’t worry, broads’ll be throwing themselves at you again in no time. (If they aren’t already—lucky for you, you pull off the battle-damaged look pretty well. The bruises make you look like less of a yuppie.)
-BH
PS - Just a thought: next time you feel like practicing your child abduction skills, maybe have ‘em call their folks first and, you know, avoid actual kidnapping.
Also, all the moping after Wheeler was pathetic to begin with, but now it’s just excessive. Past time to get back on the horse and rejoin the living, dude. Friendly reminder that Chapman’s kegger on Friday is looking like it won’t actually suck.]
New (to me)/old photos of Dacre for The Sunday Times Magazine in 2017 by Salty Davenport
Billy code for "hold me, Bambi."
Of accidentally sleeping together or of catching feelings, bro?
It's summer time and somewhere in some universe Steve Harrington is sitting on a lawn chair like a suburban princess in an 80s teen movie, sipping something cold, pretending to listen to his best friend ramble on about something while the college guy his mom hired to "help around the house" trims the bushes. Billy Hargrove is putting himself through school with no shirt, a pair of overalls hanging around his waist and an oversized hat, just cursing the heat wave and wishing he could get in the pool. But he can't risk that with Steve hanging around. It kinda annoys him that Harrington picked the hottest day of the summer to lay around like a bum and not even use the pool he's blocking Billy from... but he's gotta admit, the view is nice.
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