𝕮𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝕿𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖘

[kinghaargrove]

★ ★ 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖉 ★ 𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖘 ★ 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖔 ★ ★

#𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐄 [...] independent, mutually exclusive and highly selective 𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐄 of net/flix’s 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. multiverse, multiship crossover & oc friendly ! penned & loved by keltie. [she/they 25+]

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Do not follow if you under 18 or are sensitive to themes including, but not limited to: 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚, 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠 & 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 & 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲

𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 & 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐙𝐎𝐍𝐄 - 𝐍𝐎 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

[suledins]

#billysearring

[rigginsstreet]

the way some of yall complain about the ~toxic~ content in some fanfiction like….

do yall read books? watch movies? interact with anything in the world besides teletubbies and sesame street? im confused

[kinghaargrove]

sibling shenanigans ! with @zoomingupthathill - from here

❝ You're gonna what, now?? ❞ the elder cackles, poking Max in the forehead with his index finger. A jackal's grin splits his features, tongue peeking between his teeth, ever the antagonist. He lightly pushes her back half a step, keeping his stolen prize held high above his head with the other hand.

❝ You're full of it, shitbird. You're too short to even reach the wheel. ❞

[kinghaargrove]

you are amazing and i love you. i couldn't care less about when you'll have time to return. take all the time you need. but know that when you will return i will shower you with love and give your whore crybaby son some attention. high five to you keltie and a smack on the ass for billy, take care✌🏻

[ I have been hoarding this in my inbox for ages because it feeds me serotonin. I have no idea who sent this but ilu so much, kissing your sweet baby face rn asdfLKSDFJASJ ]

[kinghaargrove]

Hii !! I was wondering what kind of filter/app you used to make the picture in your banner & blog background have that pixel-y/circle texture or whatever effect ? I think it looks really cool !

[ Hi!! Sorry this took forever and a day to get back to you. Thank you for loving the graphics! They were made by a dearly beloved friend of mine, actually, so I have no idea how they were made, unfortunately ;A; I am aaaassss at making graphics myself.

But! My friend said they're pretty sure it's just a pattern overlay, and the pattern was a pixel grid. There was a lot of work, colours, filters and all that went into it all, and it was done a long time ago, so my friend can't quite remember it all off the top of their head, but if they go back into the PSD's and poke around, I'll be sure to reblog this post with updated info! ]

[noahsresources]

prompts for muses who are Little Shits™

for all the muses out there who like to mess with others!! mainly meant for platonic relationships, but can be used for romantic & antagonistic relationships as well! feel free to modify any pronouns, descriptor words, & objects for your needs!

FROM THE LITTLE SHIT.

words. ❝ how'd you like the fake spider in your room? ❞ ❝ hang on a second, i'm gonna record this — ❞ ❝ i took 20 bucks out of your bag last night. ❞ ❝ alright, that's it, time for the tickle monster treatment! ❞ ❝ oh, yeah? and what are you gonna do about it? ❞ ❝ i think i might have accidentally just hurt myself again. ❞ ❝ what makes you think you can possibly take me? ❞ ❝ outta the way, i was here first! ❞ ❝ sorry, i lost that a little while ago. ❞ ❝ hey, come on! it was just a prank! ❞ ❝ i'm seriously thinking about forcing that secret out of you. ❞ ❝ wait, did YOU say you wanted the last piece of pie in the fridge? 'cause i kinda just ate it ... ❞

actions. [ SING ] — sender starts singing raunchy lyrics around receiver [ WRESTLE ] — sender attempts to start play-fighting with receiver [ FINGER ] — sender flips receiver the bird [ LAUGH ] — sender tries to make receiver laugh [ LEAN ] — sender puts their full weight on receiver [ COLD ] — sender puts their cold fingers under receiver's shirt [ DRIVE ] — sender begins to drive very fast with receiver in the car with them [ FOOD ] — sender steals a bite of receiver's food when they're not looking [ BLANKET ] — sender pulls receiver's blanket off them while they're half-asleep [ PRANK ] — sender pulls a prank on receiver (bonus points if a type of prank is specified!)

FOR THE LITTLE SHIT.

words. ❝ hey, stop that! ❞ ❝ careful, i just got that new furniture. ❞ ❝ okay, okay, i'll do anything, just please stop tickling me ... ! ❞ ❝ god, you're such an asshole! ❞ ❝ i swear, if you do that one more time ... ❞ ❝ i didn't actually think it was that funny. ❞ ❝ aw, dammit, you broke it! ❞ ❝ you can't go 24 hours without having some kind of accident, huh? ❞ ❝ you just cheated! i watched you! ❞ ❝ if you even think about messing with me today, i will end you. ❞ ❝ are you drunk or something? because that was some of the weirdest shit i've ever heard. ❞ ❝ okay, i won't lie, that was actually pretty funny. ❞

actions. [ HEADLOCK ] — sender puts receiver in a headlock [ CHASE ] — sender chases receiver around in frustration [ RUN ] — sender runs from receiver to avoid being pranked/scared [ NUDGE ] — sender briskly nudges receiver in response to a snarky comment [ IGNORE ] — sender pretends to ignore receiver [ PULL ] — sender is dragged into pulling a prank with the sender [ CLEAN ] — sender begins cleaning receiver's mess [ WIPE ] — sender begins cleaning receiver's injuries after pulling a stunt that doesn't end well [ LEAVE ] — sender storms off in frustration after being messed with by receiver [ REVENGE ] — sender pulls a revenge prank on receiver (bonus points if a type of prank is specified!)

[burningdownthehouse2004]

Mandate (1980) - Vol.6 N65

[kinghaargrove]

[ OKAY FOR REAL PULLIN UP MY PANTALOONS I gotta get some fresh shit started on here, BARK BARK ]

[kinghaargrove]

[ BARKBARK here’s me kicking myself in the ass to make myself get back on here. I’ve been so lazy about tumblr lately LMAOOO. ]

[markedprey]

private ﹠  highly selective  𝑱𝑶𝑯𝑵𝑵𝒀 𝑺𝑨𝑾𝒀𝑬𝑹  from texas chain saw massacre.

[ontcri]

she is enamored with him in a way she does not understand. there is no sexuality in her fascination with the blonde but there's this innate need to be drawn to him. as if he holds some power over her , as if they are meant to exist at the same time. she's only ever felt the feeling with one other , her elder brother roan , who feels like if he were creator she is creation. with billy it is deferent. but certainly not , romantic --- though the girl would be lying if she said she had not sneaked a peak every now and then , the boy certainly was handsome. and having access to him in close proximity as a friend came with certain privileges... some of which at times felt more like punishments. this , included. the words she had spoken were meant to bring him closer , a phrase in a book she had been reading had caught her attention in remembrance of the young man. but the glint in the american's eyes had instantly had the teenager regretting her decision. leaving her to attempt to pieced together what step the recent graduate would take.

cigarette to the side , like a proper gentleman , the boy saunters over like some sort of large wild cat. shoulders rounded , playfully predatorial , but every step intentional. a smile of perfectly white teeth falls on the young girl's lips. attempting to keep her bearing and failing miserably as she stares up at him. grey eyes filling with a wildness to match his own. the nicotine escaping him as he comes to a stop before her causes her heart to skip a beat. a natural human reaction ( she tells herself ) , the boy is attractive. she of course , is not attracted to him... is she ? he's playing with her...two can play at that game. before she can speak again he's at her height , a bow in place. and the smile threatens to escape as a laugh. she does love the boy quite a bit , he's lovely.

within inches of her , the russian raises a brow. wondering how it is that he hasn't backed away. their eyes seem to negate needing to blink , as she reaches over and pulls the cigarette from his hand. bringing it into the small space between them. and taking a small drag from the corner of her mouth ( careful not to accidently brush the warmth against him ). the raulph lauren tennis skirt , paired with the alexander mcqueen sweater she's wearing is not in fact , something she should be smoking in... not that she much cares. eyes fixated on the slightly older teenage boy in front of her. she tilts her nose up slightly brushing agianst his own. letting the smoke escape from her lips as she speaks. book quote long forgotten. her mind engaged in the hunt now.

« just a little closer. »

cont from here w/ @kinghaargrove

[kinghaargrove]

THERE WAS SOMETHING ABOUT THE TURN OF THE SEASONS, something about summer in particular, that brought him to life and put that extra pep in his step. Like the heat and the sun could finally charge his batteries to full, instead of leaving him feeling like he was always running on half empty. He had more energy for things, now, and while he quite enjoyed drinking, partying, lounging like a cat in warm spaces, the list of activities available only grew more appealing once the ice melted away and the earth began to grow green and new again. He could hardly be contained, once the warmth of late spring took root. But, now that he could roll his windows all the way down, and let the warm wind roar through his fingers, his hair, and whip its way over his skin? There was no keeping him in, or holding him down.

Shouldering Neil's shit couldn't seem to snuff him out, either, for the moment at least, but there were plenty of reasons for that, as well. His hair trigger temper wasn't quite so sensitive as it was, when he'd moved here in the fall. It meant is dad was slightly less up his ass if he so much even breathed the wrong way (that peace was tenuous, at best, he knew better than to think he was done with him). Maybe that could be chalked up to a mix of settling in, making new friends, turning over a new leaf, so to speak, but there was so much more. School was at an end, high school put behind him for good, and the ritualistic burning of all his paper work over the year symbolized his first step toward freedom. School was done, for him, unless he decided to jump on his scholarship fund and put it to good use in college or university, but he certainly wasn't going to do that while he was under the Hargrove-Mayfield roof. He'd move out, first, live a little, breathe. He planned on doing a lot of living, come July, maybe take a few of his friends cross country, show them his home, the sea, his old connections. He had some savings now. He could do it, and the idea of feeling sunbaked sand under his feet again filled him with something that his foolhardy heart could almost call hope.

There were a lot of reasons that this day could have him feeling so playful, that could have his crooked smiles coming so easily, but today, he could really feel it. The summer. The sun sinking into every pore of his exposed skin, warm enough that he could finally forego his leather jacket and go sleeveless. He could look and feel his best, soaking in the rays, white tanktop, dirty blond hair and sunkissed skin leaving him practically glowing from the inside out. And - not least of all, was the boundless depths of the affection he felt for her, his impossible little lady friend, shining through, too.

He couldn't quite put to words, just what Ontari made him feel just by being near. Her very existence defied every attempt he ever made to define them. She chose him, out of everyone, to stand beside, to talk to, to laugh with. Even long after the rest of the school grew disillusioned with the shiny new toy, the pretty, hot headed Californian. Sure, he was popular enough, went through enough girlfriends to keep his dad off his case. He was King of Hawkins High until everyone tossed their graduation caps and split ways to hit the pavement onto the next chapter of their lives, but he wasn't stupid. He knew he didn't have much in the way of real friends, here. People saw him exactly how he wanted them to, but Billy knew that he was hard to like, in the genuine sense, if anyone got close enough. He was a pretty face, but underneath, was an ugly mess of anger and attitude that most were pretty put off by. He had Caed, though, and he had her. The only two foolish enough to stick with him, the only two he knew wouldn't turn their backs on him for the world. The truest friends that he was beyond lucky to have, and to call his own.

What he had with Ontari was a whole other world different from the kind of friendship he had with Caed, though. They weren't lovers. Not at all friends with benefits, they hadn't even kissed, despite thinking about it every now and then. They definitely weren't fucking, but-- god, did he love her. A first, he thinks. That he could actually even formulate that word in his head and use it in association to someone else, especially a girl that wasn't just his mom. The first time he knows that he means it through and through. Not a lover, not a sister, but she felt like more than a friend. He didn't know how to define each other, or even if such a word could exist, but he knew one thing. He loved her. That was that.

Colour him surprised when their usual, playful banter, and harmless back and forth 'flirting' seemed to take on a bit of a different edge, today. He all but froze in place entirely, watching her dainty fingers pluck the cigarette from his hand, to put to her lips instead. Leaned in as close as he was, he could almost feel the cherry coal of the tip grow warmer on her inhale, and the colour of it reflected in her almost unsettlingly pale grey eyes.

The tips of their noses brushed, only just, and not for the first time with her, he felt his his heart do a funny little somersault in his ribs, as temptation struck again. He could move closer. He'd played games like this before. He could kiss her, taste those pale lips, find out if she tasted just as exotic as her accent. Only... He couldn't. She wasn't like them. The other girls. The ones he didn't give a fuck about, except to fuck. She was more - she was everything they weren't, she was his in a way that no one else could ever be. He couldn't disrespect her. He couldn't taint her. He wouldn't dare cross that line and ruin it all, leave a stain on her that might not wash out. His cocksure grin faltered for all of a moment, as the dark and gloom he fought so hard to keep on the backburner of his mind tried to force its way forward and overshadow them, like a thunderhead.

It's only a matter of time. It's only a matter of time until you wreck her like you wreck everything.

Billy bites his cheek, letting his eyelids come to a half close in a form of surrender. He moves closer, but only to tip his forehead to touch so delicately to hers. Nose to nose, forehead to forehead, where their lips safely couldn't touch, but the curls of his hair could caress her angelic little face in the ways his hands never would. A smile begins to reassert itself back on his mouth, a moment later, as if that moment of falter were swept away as quick as it came.

❝ How 'bout now, huh ~ ? ❞

It's only a matter of time until I wreck her. Just - not today.

[markedprey]

Drapes his arms loosely, cozily over Johnny's shoulders. Leans against his back, kissin' up the back of his neck -

              @kinghaargrove // inbox prompts.

              He drank too much the night before, he knows this- Billy knows this- yet somehow he still chooses to love him the morning after. Even on his worst of nights, when he comes home sticky and covered in blood not his own- to harder nights, when one drink would turn to two, and soon enough he’d lose track and forget how he even got home. It was Billy that was there, and honestly, he wasn’t even sure how he didn’t try to take the chance to run anymore. All it would take is a knife in the night, a well placed pillow, or just running out the door. Yet somehow, someway, he’d wake beside him the next day. Even now as they stood, barefoot and bare chested, pressed against one another as they waited for their morning coffee to brew. Dust danced in the early morning light through a dirty glass window, stuffed birds frozen mid flight decorating the ledge as he found himself lost in hungover thought.

              As broken and twisted as he was- somehow a man like Billy still found room in his heart to hold him. Far from perfect, but neither of them truly were, sometimes he just considered himself lucky, stumbling across a diamond in the middle-of-hell nowhere. And now, as they stood, skin on skin and the soft feeling of his lips gracing his neck, he knew he would never give him back. After all the blood, sweat and tears of breaking him into the family- he was too good to ever part ways with.

              Why, with a groan, he’d turn and shift his weight, lower back pressed to the counter top as it slightly creaked in protest at the sheer size of him. Yet he hardly cared, not when hands were keen on getting hold of him, rough hands squeezing soft hips, always lingering with the warmth of the summer sun he soaked in for so long. Pulling him in, craving the warmth of his sunflower, flush as lips would meet his, surprisingly delicate for someone like him. He would blame it on being half asleep, or maybe even still a little drunk from the night before, but he didn’t care to say a word as he’d tilt his head to find the curve of his jaw. Something of a rumble stirred within him, like a hunger that would rise only when he’d taste the sweetness of his skin. Hands would roam, around to the dip of his spine, working their way lower and lower until they found their way beneath the hem of his boxers, admiring every dip and curve- seemingly forgetting about the coffee all at once. A different thought flickering through his mind, a better way to wake him up even. His breath lingered, warm on his skin, taking a moment to pause in the crook of his neck with an offer he’d hopefully agree to.

              “How’s about you and I go back to bed for a while- no sense in gettin’ up just yet. I’m hardly finished with you from last night. So how’s about we continue where we left off…?”

[kinghaargrove]

from here - @markedprey

JUST ABOUT EVERYONE WHO DRANK on a day to day basis to get by, almost always drank to try and forget something. A breakup. The loss of a loved one. Some bad place, or bad thing that haunted their thoughts. Some drank to forget their stress at a job, or to forget their fear and lead their life that night with a bit of liquid courage. Some drank to forget the situations beyond their control - a hole they couldn’t dig themselves out of, or to forget that sometimes there was no light at the end of the tunnel. It was just more of the same.

Billy often times drank to forget the life he left behind. The scholarship he never took. The sister who must’ve thought him dead for well for over a year, now. (Nearly two, now? Who the hell was he to know, time felt like it didn't exist here.) The father who left bruises and scars on his only son that ran through him so much further than skin deep. He drank to forget that the life he lead now, was not his first or second or even anywhere near on the list of things he would have ever chose for himself, but it was a life he’d learned to be grateful for. Grateful, he was, because he knew so very intimately by the initials carved into his hip, that it could always be so much worse. From where he and Johnny started, to where they were, now? He lived like a king. He knew exactly how spoiled, how goddamn lucky he was.

As for Johnny? He couldn’t imagine it just being one of those things. The man carried a lot of demons with him. A lot of ghosts lived in his teeth, and in every inch of this property, a weight he couldn't imagine carrying. A weight he sometimes shuddered to remember, that Johnny often enjoyed. No, he didn't know exactly why Johnny drank so damn much. He only knew that there was more to this man than the world could ever know, or ever possibly hope to understand. He was a bad man, he'd done terrible things and Billy knew he'd never stop, not with his family relying on him to be the loaded gun, to protect and provide. Maybe Billy'd just been in hell too long, or maybe there was still just a bit of angel kept alive inside the devil. With the way he held him, now, his hands soft and warm, squeezing his skin with a gentleness, a reverence that should've been impossible from someone like him... Maybe, just maybe, he, like Billy himself, was just born in the wrong place at the wrong time. This life was all Johnny knew. His captor, his monster, his only friend, his lover. Could he really blame the dog, when all it had been taught to do was bite? He'd taught him to be gentle, with him, at least, in spite of it all. Was it foolish of him to believe there was still hope for more? To want more for him, despite those bloodstained hands and teeth?

There was only one right answer.

He refused to think it.

All he wanted to think, all he wanted to feel, was right here. Warm arms, a warm chest, warm breath puffing over his skin where Johnny breathed over him. He could feel his strong heart beating under his ribs, under his cheek where he rested his head on him to breathe him in. He didn't care if all he smelled like was sweat and beer, this morning, and their shared cigarettes. It was familiar, it was comfortable. It was home. He flourished, he came alive under the slow, sweeping, roaming gestures of his hands on his body, a lot like a cat who would press up into it as if he could possibly feel more. He dropped a kiss to his pec, turning his nose to drag the tip over his collar. Gooseflesh prickled across his skin in places, in part from Johnny's touch, but also, from the cold that slipped into that drafty old shack they called their home and licked across his toes. Texas could be cold, sometimes, even this time of year. At least in the mornings, before the otherwise merciless sun rose to warm everything it touched. He shuffled his chilly feet a little closer, a slow grin tugging at his lips as Johnny's honeyed tone of voice infected him.

❝ I was hoping you'd say so... ❞ his voice was little more than a low purr. Easy, familiar. Indulgent, and greedy to the nines. This side of Johnny was all for him. ❝ It's still a bit cold out here. I know somebody could warm me right up. ❞

[kinghaargrove]

THE CORNER OF BILLY'S MOUTH TWITCHED, as the sweet scent of a certain someone's perfume carried to his nose, drifting in with the smell of his cigarette on the bitter winter breeze. A shiver wracked his shoulders, still nowhere near used to Indiana's frigid climate, yet, he was still far too proud and stubborn to bring himself to wear a bulky, clunky winter jacket.

❝ Christ- what the hell's that smell? ❞

He knew who it was. He rubbed his hands together in front of him for warmth, without even turning his head to look at her. They'd spent too much time together for him to mistake the notes of her perfume with anyone other. It none other than was @cperkinstm of course - who the hell else?

[kinghaargrove]

[ feeling my writing coming back a bit. Let’s see if I can manage to punch anything out. Maybe I’ll slap down a tiny starter if anybody’s still around? ]

[kinghaargrove]

[ just a PSA that I’m not dead, November is just the absolute busiest month of the year for me. I’ll be back soon, lovelies! ]

[kinghaargrove]

[ Holiday season sucks ass, too, but I’m still around, please hit me up for my discord if you want it! Xoxo ]