#things today

[tiphares]

[yikesharringrove]

Watching Steve Harrington put on chapstick is probably gonna be what ends up killing Billy.

It’s not like he can help it, Steve must slather that shit on about ten times a day. And his lips are already distracting as hell. 

Billy wonders if Steve has developed a Pavlovian thing, because the second he comes into their shared social studies class, gets settled in the desk next to Billy’s, he starts going.

The tube is red.

Billy can smell the fake cherries from his seat.

Steve always starts with the bottom lip. Opens his mouth a little and sticks it out.

He swipes it real slow, goes over his lip about three of four times.

Then he does the top.

He does it like the girls put on cheap lipstick and thick gloss.

Starts in the middle, traces the bow of his upper lip, ends at the left corner.

Then the other side, same exact way.

And then comes Billy’s favorite part.

He rubs his lips together.

Pouts them out for two more swipes of chapstick on each lip. Rubs them together again.

And calls it good.

Until lunch, usually.

And then one more time after gym.

And again while he’s leaning against his car, waiting for the loud kid he always carts around after their little nerd club.

Always when Billy’s around to see it happen, to witness the slow drag of the chapstick against Steve’s lips. To watch him rub them together and image how silky they must be, how soft and perfect they would feel against Billy’s own.

Frankly, it’s damaging Billy’s emotional health.

Those lips are all  he thinks about anymore. They way Steve pouts them out to cover them evenly, the way he’ll occasionally tap on them with his finger is the chapstick came off a little too thick.

Like he was doing right now.

Billy was trying not to openly stare at him.

Which was difficult.

Those long pretty fingers, tapping against those plump pretty lips.

Billy’s died and gone to gay boy heaven.

And then Steve leans over to put his chapstick in his bag, sits back up nice and straight, only to turn just a bit, enough to shoot Billy a look out of the corner of his eye.

And once he see that Billy is still watching, he pouts his lips just a bit, and blows him a little kiss.

[andillmakeawish]

Literally possibly found an apartment, a job, checked my renters plan and prescription, transferred my prescription, set a move out date, and started planning moving things all today. I've adulted so much today guys. I made so many phone calls. I need a drink.

[taxusbaccata6]

[andillmakeawish]

Don't grow up, kids. You'll have to get a job you hate, and when they ultimately try to screw you on your last week of said job you won't be able to quit right then and there because you really need the money to live.

It's the literal definition of a trap.

[andillmakeawish]

When you send a minor risky text looking for a fight, but instead he gives you the sweet answer you were hoping for all along 😍😍😍😍

[babybarrie]

Soooo...I blacked out today....oops...

(Don't worry I'm fine now)