#bill.

[gelarshiesprofruitboarder]

sunshine or rainbows. frolicking in a field or watching the sunset. this is an impossible to answer question

[whitelightwildflowers]

bill. at american legion post 111 in tampa, fl 2/1/25

[cohendyke]

this may or may not be obvious but like. thinking about how the pills had to have been from joel/tess. how bill probably requested some medications specifically for frank so on some level they had to have known what was going on and where things were headed..

[survivedsarchived]

he stands half-shrouded in the shadow of the doorway, wincing at each sour note. they're still as prominent as the first time, but there's something endearing about it now, how frank plays on despite the mistakes, almost as if it doesn't matter if he improves. it isn't until the notes soften to the song's end that he steps forward, hesitant, feet whisper-soft against the floor, bill stopping half a foot from the bench— the hesitation is deep-seated still, though, gradually, inches have been sheared from the distance.

“i have cassettes and records, you know,” he starts, breaking the silence. “instead of you butcherin' linda every day.” it's gruff, of course, but warm, too, an edge of amusement cutting into his tone, because it's not really that bad— and he seems so happy.

bill hesitates, then takes the final step forward, sitting beside frank, squinting as he glances at the music sheet, studying the notes (to avoid looking at frank.)

“or you could… start with something a lil' more basic. i could give you some, uh… tips.” / @doomdays

[slasharch]

bill found out shortly after frank arrived that frank had a heart that was too big for his body. often wearing it on his sleeve, mostly bleeding for others. bill had never been like that, but he found himself caring more the longer frank was around. when the other man had first brought the little girl into the compound, bill hadn't cared that she was so young - he told frank, very quietly under his breath, to send the stray back out into the world. let her fend for herself, she'll learn how to live on her own. but frank had begged bill, pulled at his very short heart strings, and now, suddenly, livvy was theirs. not just frank's, but bill's, too. if frank had half of bill's heart, olivia had the other. it was unexpected enough that bill hadn't accepted it for a long time. now, he leaned over livvy, readjusting the safety goggles that were too big for her face, watching her place her small hands on the saw. ' keep your fingers out've the way, ' bill grumbles, placing a hand over hers. he'd been teaching her how to properly use tools all morning. it's how he showed love. ' ready? ' @pyreshe.

[behindsanityrp]

                                     SO THE STORY GOES. . .

- NAME: Lukas Delacroix - AGE: 27 - GENDER: Male - ROLE: Handyman - FACE: Clement Becq

               "crawling through the pages to play your part;                           spill your guts for me & I will lick the cavity of you clean

You go unseen most days, a ghost amongst men and gods and monsters—out of sight and out of mind until some part of the city needs to be put back together. Remember when you were a child, barely up to your father’s knee; remember pulling apart toys to get to their strings and wire guts; remember stitching them shut again to show your mother in anticipation of praise and approval. They told you you were a fixer, a maker, someone destined for greater things than the slums could ever offer. At least you didn’t have far to fall. You wonder, sometimes, if they’re disappointed in you now. No matter. Someone has to make sure Wonderland’s gears and springs and teeth keep running in perfect order, and you learn early enough that there are benefits in being an invisible spider on the wall.

[arodrwho]

.......u know what am tempted to do. queue a metric fucklot of aro dr who posts on during the valentime’s day