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COMPLETE FIC
A Little Death Do Us Part (demon!Billy AU) - 70k - Steve’s attempt to bring Billy back from the dead royally backfires, saddling him with an irate lust demon and a mystery that spans centuries. Angst galore, enough smut to feed a demon, surprising degree of fluff.
For My Baby, For My Man (roommate future fic) - 26k - Steve notices something about Billy and decides to... test a theory. The results are mind-melting. Harringrovekinktober prompt fic. Pure smut and fluff.
¿Por qué no los dos? (90s future fic) - 18k - Billy's a go-go dancer allergic to rom-com scenarios. Steve and Eddie are a pair of hopeless romantics, each harboring a major crush on a certain blond bombshell. Harringroveson (aro Billy)
now with holiday sequel series: ¿Por qué no Halloween?
That’s All Folks! (s4 fix-it?) - 32k - Eddie wakes up in the Upside-Down and is promptly ushered into Billy Hargrove's manhole. Mungroveweek prompt fic. Answers the perennial question: what if Billy had the powers of Bugs Bunny?
Sideways (s2 re-write) - 46k - Billy and Max agree to ceasefire right in time for him to help bail them out at the junkyard, and then things devolve from there. Billy is semi-unwillingly adopted by Eddie Munson. Harringrove. Opposite of a slow burn.
WIPs
Upside-Down (s3 re-write) - WIP - Switches between Billy’s experience being flayed and the preceding months. Features Billy bonding with Robin over erotica, with Patrick over basketball, and with Jason over—jk, they hate each other’s guts. Steve and Billy try to figure their shit out. (just Steve-related snips: 1, 2, 3 — just Robin-related snips: 1, 2 — just Patrick-related snips: 1, 2, 3)
Only One Bed (wtf who knows) - Summer after graduation. Eddie and Billy are roommates and friends with all the benefits. But Eddie’s a bit head over heels for Chrissy, and Billy loves HATES Harrington. Endgame Harringrovesoningham.
Vampire Records (Mungrove Creature AU) - Lunch break fic. Billy is a siren and lead singer of a rock band. When he has to take a vocal break, Billy decides to spend time with his foster sister Max, a phoenix approaching the end of her first life cycle. His first night there, a chance encounter with a vampire sets him on a path he never expected... but what else is new. Also on AO3
ONE SHOTS & FICLETS (blanket tw for reference to alcoholism and abuse)
I’m Glad My Dad Died (no Neil, no Upside-Down) - 2k - Billy moves to Hawkins in sixth grade. His crush on a certain guitarist follows him all the way to high school. Mungrove fluff.
Drummer Boy (drummer!Billy) - 5k - Billy is born with a beat. Billy loses the beat. Billy gets his beat back. Harringrove. Angsty sweet.
The Eye (short kidfic) - 3.3k - Steve and Billy as middle-aged married couple with their adopted kids at a concert. Billy now has Kiefer Sutherland energy, and Steve has the hair of Trent Crimm. (set in Spin Me Right Round verse)
Admit Two (no upside-down/post-high school) - 4k - Heather and Chrissy are tasked with judging who is the better date: Steve or Billy? Double date shenanigans ensue. Harringrove. Background Cunningway.
Näcken in Loch Nora (or on AO3) — Why Billy Loves Dangly Earrings — Harringrove Serial Killer AU (read tw/tags) — Billy the Octopus — Why Billy Loves and Hates and Loves His Mom (expanded on AO3) — Billy’s Curls — Steve’s Childhood: Equal Parts Privilege & Neglect — Billy the Concussed Bookworm (expanded on AO3) — Patrick’s Sneaker Obsession — Now I (first attempt at Mungrove!!)
The Cold Storage audiobook is so good! The narrator even sounds like Joe at times and my head has already decided that Joe's Teacake is going to sound the same 😂
Aaaahhhhh I’m so excited to check it out!!! About to board a plane and it’s all I’m gonna listen to 💛
Finished!! What a wild ride. Perfect summer blockbuster ending 🍄🦠💣 Also so cool to see cordyceps idea approached from pre-apocalyptic and comedic standpoint. A zombie fungus crisis aversion attempted by an ex con, a single mom, and a retired special agent guy with back problems and no more fucks to give 👏🏻 good stuff
According to Know Your Meme, on August 18th, 2005, Erwin Beekveld brought forth this work into the world. HAPPY TEN YEAR ANNIVERSARY, THEY’RE TAKING THE HOBBITS TO ISENGARD.
every august 18th my notifications break and i go, fuck, tumblr has failed me once again, but it hasn’t. it hasn’t failed me. it’s just the taking the hobbits to isengard-iversary. happy 12 years
I regret to inform everyone that @catchaspark’s reblog was made in 2017 and that Taking the Hobbits to Isengard was actually published 17 years ago, not 12 years ago.
The problem these days is that the year numbers arent aesthetically pleasing anymore, 2025, What the fuck is that? 1967, 1934, 1886, 1460......... <- some good shit right there
i love codes of honor because i, too, live under extremely high self-enforced standards and arcane rules that i made up for myself that if i don't live up to I lose all self respect and sense of identity
It's also useful because it will link your work on the work it's inspired by! A little section pops up to say "Works inspired by this one:" and a hyperlink at the bottom of the original fic.*
And then anyone who finds the fic that inspired you will have the option to read your fic too and anyone reading your fic has the chance to go read the fic you loved so much you had to write about it! Everyone wins!
*The author does have to approve that link, it doesn't just pop up on it's own, but in my experience as someone who enjoys gifting fic it's usually well received.
PLEASE use this feature! Its so cool! And it is a great way to drice traffic to both the original and inspired by work since it automatically provides a direct link. You can also connect translations! Which is amazing! This is a super great feature on ao3!
Long before the introduction of color film, a Russian chemist and photographer named Sergey Prokudin-Gorsky used an innovative technique. He took three individual black and white photos, each through a colored filter (red, green, and blue), to create fully colored, high-quality pictures. The photo of this woman, taken by him, is around 107 years old!
being anti ai is making me feel like in going insane. "you asked for thoughts about your characters backstory and i put it into chat gpt for ideas". studies have proven its making people dumber. "i asked ai to generate this meal plan". its causing water shortages where its data centers are built. "ill generate some pictures for the dnd campaign". its spreading misinformation. "meta, generate an image of this guy doing something stupid". its trained off stolen images, writing, video, audio. "i was talking with my snapchat ai-" theres no way to verify what its doing with the information it collects. "youtube is impletmenting ai based age verification". my work has an entire graphics media department and has still put ai generated motivational posters up everywhere. ai playlists. ai facial verification. google ai microsoft ai meta ai snapchat ai. everyone treats it as a novelty. every treats it as a mandatory part of life. am i the only one who sees it? am i paranoid? am i going insane? jesus fucking christ. if i have to hear one more "well at least-" "but it does-" "but you can-" im about to lose it. i shouldnt have to jump through hoops to avoid the evil machine. have you no principles? no goddamn spine? am i the weird one here?
Mmm… most disconcerting. Gramercy, knight, you are dismissed… as for the interloper with the “strange things” remark… may they be thrown to the rats in the dungeon… *bangs scepter on tile floor and it echoes throughout my decadent throne room*
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@robthegoodfellow has me in a drooly chokehold lol
Y'all don't understand how much I love vampire fiction, and this is beautiful, creepy, metalsandwhich vampire fiction in the upside down.
My favorite bit: Because sometimes, no matter how hard a kid tries to come to heel, to swallow the pill—whatever analogy you want to go with—they just can’t, but won’t stop trying. They’re the ones with the hidden choke collars digging into them with every wrong move. The ones whose pill had lodged in the throat and stayed there, a hard aching lump that at best mellows to a dull throb by adulthood.
