#Billy is just hot

[plistommy]

Fr I feel you tho. Like I can only enjoy Harringroveson when Steve's the center of their attention. Especially when they fight each other for him but come to a compromise when Steve asks them to because they're too infatuated to deny him anything.

And when Eddie and Billy are more than platonic, most fics try to make the doting equal with them three, but I don't care about equality or balance. I just want Steve to have two boyfriends who smother him with love and attention all the time.

ANON, YOU GET IT!!!! 💕💕💕

There is very rare fics like this where the guy’s only obsess over Steve and it’s killing me, but the few that are there are everything to me!

Like I personally can’t stand the idea of the guys doing something without Steve. Steve always needs to be there!

I ship Steddie and Harringrove separately, but smash them together into Harringroveson so my favorite metalheads can fight over Steve (I don’t know what it could be called then though, because if E and B aren’t attracted to each other at all then that name doesn’t fit) or like I said on my post, are willing to share him, but don’t want each other that way. They just want Steve and Steve wants them both!

[beelzeebug]

rip rose tyler you would love chappell roan

[totallycynically]

Yall tiktok editors need to chill istg those cunty ass transitions are lethal weapons used to propagate me into developing a crush ANYONE at this point.

[mostlyghostlyy]

The feminine urge to put pathetic men in a snowglobe and shake it wildly

[your-stranger-halfblood-things]

Billy: I fucking hate you right now

Stu: Are we doing an enemies to lovers arc right now?

[josephine-futturwoman]

Couldn’t even edge to this, I exploded immediately!!! Clean up on aisle MY PANTS🤣🤣🤣🤣💦💦💦

[waerwena]

[addisonbae]

Addison Rae at the CFDA Awards 2024

@a-rae-ofsunshine

[harringroveera]

‪Steve: Okay, you can do this, baby. You can kill that Demogorgon. You just ground and pound until it makes no sound because it’s dead

Billy: Shut the fuck up, Bambi

Steve: Oh my god, okay, good luck, I’m gonna need more of that energy when we’re home‬

[youling-the-ghost]

Stupid sfth crackship idea: Billy (the guy who was just left at the altar) x the fun police guy from that one guessing game.

So like, in my wild headcanon in a desperate attempt to make sense of this ridiculousness, the two meet at frat boy (aka Sam)'s party and end up getting along quite well. The fun police guy (I'll just call him Clint from now on for simplicity's sake) initially got close to Billy to keep an eye on him in case he was having any fun, but slowly began to genuinely enjoy his company. When the party ends, Clint realises that he completely forgot about his duty. This is the first time that this has happened.

He goes back to work, in shock of what happened, both that he allowed someone else to enjoy themselves and that he allowed himself to have fun. Work is suffocating; he can't focus on the task at hand without thinking about Billy and those tearstained eyes and that ragged dress-shirt. He's so fucked, Clint realises.

Meanwhile, Billy has no idea of Clint's secret identity. He wakes up in the morning and smiles as he remembers the lovely man that accompanied him last night, and he wishes to see him again. Thinking of the man makes the ache in his heart from the empty space next to him on the bed ease just a little bit.

But then Billy finds out about Clint's job, and suddenly that night becomes tainted with new information and lies. Upon seeing Billy's heartbroken face, the fear and sorrow in Clint's heart overpowers his loyalty to his team. The fun police becomes a thing of the past, and the two end up in each others' arms.

[praxisia]

Eddie manages to hook his band up with a gig that’s bigger than their usual ones and he decides wearing eyeliner to the show would be a good idea rrrrright up until he’s in the bathroom of the venue hurriedly trying to apply and reapply eyeliner because he’s never actually done this before and it keeps coming out looking worse and worse.

Billy finds him looking like an overgrown, anxious raccoon and Eddie is on the verge of freaking out because it looks soooo bad and it feels so weird on his eyes, but he can’t really get it off either. He’s gotta go big or go home and right now going home seems like a really good option.

Billy pulls him away from the mirror, plucks the pencil from Eddie’s hand, and makes him sit on the toilet. He wipes off as much eyeliner as he can get and Eddie is bouncing his knee because it’s still not coming off, oh god.

“Shut the fuck up and hold still,” Billy mumbles as he grabs Eddie’s, like, Entire Lower Jaw in his big ass hand and just sort of gently manhandles his face and starts reapplying the eyeliner.

Billy’s just standing there, calmly telling Eddie to look down at the floor or up at the ceiling while he manipulates his face with steady hands. Eddie can’t really do much other than clench his fists and focus on the feeling of Billy’s warm hand clutching his face while he tries his best not to blink or twitch.

After a couple minutes of tweaking and smudging and redefining the lines, Billy let’s up and let’s Eddie look in the mirror. And it looks good.

It’s smoky and cool rather than crooked and smudged, and it makes his eyes pop nicely. It looks good and he looks hot. He FEELS hot.

He turns around and thanks Billy. Billy offers him the pencil and he rejects it because eyeliner is Evil and he doesn’t even wanna look at that stupid pencil. “But thank you, again. Seriously.”

Billy pats him on the shoulder like it’s really no big deal and tells him to break a leg, then leaves him be.

His face still feels warm from where Billy had been holding it by the time he walks out on stage. He’d been thinking that maybe eyeliner isn’t so bad, not if he can get Billy to do it for him again. He’d been thinking about the implications of what it means that Billy is apparently so good at using makeup. His eyes catch Billy’s in the crowd, and he thinks about how good Billy would look with dark, smoky eyeliner.

It’s hard not to get a little worked up thinking about how much better he’d look, a little dazed with eyeliner running down his cheeks a bit after he’s been fucked good and hard.

[morganbritton132]

Eddie talks a lot about Steve running over billy. Does the internet ever get like solid proof other than what they say. Like maybe a police report, camera footage of starcourt, a picture of the broken car?

I can practically hear Steve saying, “I didn’t run him over with a car. I hit his car with another car.”

 I don’t think there’d be a police report. Who would report it? Billy’s dead, and the mall just freaking exploded. There are bigger things to report on than Steve’s fender bender. And any footage from Starcourt probably ended up in the hands of the FBI and burned.

What I do think would make it onto the internet and that people would spin so many theories off of is Billy’s obituary and the new reports about the mall fire. I think there was probably a story spun that not only made Hopper into a fallen hero, but also painted Steve and Robin two dedicated mall employees that saved a bunch of kids from a fire.

How else do you explain their injuries?

Everybody is pretty sure that Steve hit someone with a car, but some people think that this is all just a bit that Steve and Eddie do about Steve not driving anymore and that it wasn’t that serious. There is a good chunk of the internet that thinks that Steve killed Billy and started the mall fire to get rid of his body. So, there’s that.

Steve thinks its all ridiculous, “Can a guy not be in a little accident without your internet friends accusing them of being responsible for the Hawkins murders?”

“Is it an accident if you intentionally crashed into someone?”

“It wasn’t my intention to hit him,” Steve shrugged. “My intention was to not see any of my friends flattened into roadkill by a psychopath in tight jeans. That was just the only option I had.”

“Why’d you remember his jeans?”

“… I thought we were talking about the vehicular manslaughter that I didn’t commit.”

“Don’t change the subject, Steven.”

[thirdeyeblue]

(I’m sorry, I’m just in love with them)

(Also got TentooRose perpetually on the brain)

[augustameretrix]

its entirely possible this element may come up again in the second half of the show, but as of the first half of agatha all along i think the choice of opening with a vaguely psychological crime drama agathas (own?) delusion is simply great.

while it is also played for laughs (the accent, the over-acting, the cliches etc), the genre conventions are used to quickly establish agathas emotional relation to her pain re: her powers and nicholas right off the bat.

for almost a full episode, before the show becomes a full-blown spooky fantasy with gothic undertones, we follow agatha in a genre that strives to be "more real" than reality: cold, hard, damp, gray, somber and most importantly violent. 'agnes' - like many modern detectives' - lives entrenched in violence, but from a particular position of power: she follows the violence when it (often) manifests itself around her, she neglects her personal life and well being in favor of searching its culprits while she herself perpetuates it by abusing suspects and being a shit to other people. but of course the original trauma that keeps her both obsessed and distant is the mystery that is the loss of nicholas - who by the way is a complete negative image, only existing as an absence, an empty room, a tear and a scar for agatha. it all fits with what we later discover about agatha: she doesnt fully control her violent power, which both fills her with a perverse glee and keeps her perpetually isolated from the rest of humanity, causing her to want to learn more and more even at the cost of trampling those who stand in her way or, worse, those who love her. what happened to nicholas is a case yet to be solved, just not by agatha.

the show writes and stages all this with the realtively dry and un-glamorous crime drama gravitas that is culturally synonymous with "unspeakably deep-rooted pain that dictates an entire existence" in television: dull colors, perpetual rain or darkenss, no close-ups and no camera movement unless 'agnes' is alone or something off-genre is happening, longer shots and moments of silence. it all immediately feels depressing, before the audience even discovers the half of it. so when the pieces of the puzzle are later unveiled we're alreayd primed for the emotional punch even if the tone got sillier and melodramatic, because we have seen agatha in a conventionally 'realistic' way that serves as a (literally) grounded baseline for the later reveals

[moonlit-knightz]

billy trying to impress ralph with his kicks, because kicks get dicks.

[kmsatm]

I don't know what's going on but I am FERAL over Billy rn. I've been wanting to write for him so bad lately I've been thinking of a Hippie!reader x Billy, or making a fan fic where he is just so mushy and gushy over reader. I'M GOING INSANE I NEED TO WRITE FOR HIM. I just don't know what yet. 😞 leave suggestions PLEASE