#Billy with Julia

[svvy2003]

More imgbox finds I saved to my phone. @jesstasticvoyage in the background of the picture with Warren, Lisa, and Mrs. Dunne , you can kinda see Camila and one of her sisters. Also, I wish I knew who the last standing with Eddie's grandpa in the last two pictures is. I guess his aunt?

[boringa55binch]

Roundtable Meeting

[assortedmelons]

Celebrity Melons

[windybluebelles]

Back on my Uncle Al bullshit again

Just remembered that Alfred had a daughter (who he was absolutely shit to in canon but we digress) and from the moment Billy hears this he talks about his ‘Darling Cousin Julia’

He hasn’t even met her and immediately loves her

If we keep Alfred as a bad parent they can literally bond over the whole:

‘Was abandoned by their only available guardian and later decided to fight for their country’

I can’t imagine Julia is overly pleased to come back to America and find out that she has three preteens calling her ‘their cool British cousin’ but I don’t know her character well enough to actually write how she reacts

(Yes Freddie also calls her his Cousin, he’s basically family anyway)

[screamm1996]

Billy Loomis and his golden retriever boyfriend

(I’m so normal about them)

[dorothy16]

vulture “SNL has become so interwoven into the pace of New York City and how we organize its place in the culture that it feels unbound by time, as if it had always existed and always will,” writes Jesse David Fox. At the link in bio, more from our “Reasons to Love New York” cover. #RTLSNL

[eternallyangelina]

Angelina Jolie for Tom Ford, August 2024

[thunderlina]

Saw an Ace Attorney meme and immediately had to do this

[wickedsick]

I'M NOT READYYY

EVERYONE LOOKS SO GOOODDDD

SHEN AND MUI HAVE KIDS

MICO IS THEREEEE

"fuuko's attendant" THERE'S STILL TIME TO ADD A THIRD MEMBER TO THE WEDDING

I'M STILL CLASSIFYING THIS AS YURI

WHAT IF WE KISSED ON MOUNT ARARAT

I love this goal for them

Also WIND because they WON

We finally have an organization that doesn't have the UN beginning because there's no more negation abilities

I AM LITERALLY VIBRATING WITH EXCITEMENT I LOVE THIS SERIES SO MUCHHHH

LET FUUKO BE BUTCH

BILLY AND TELLA AREN'T MERCS ANYMORE

It's because of working at Chikara's school, right? God I fucking love that for them

Everyone's doing so WELL I'm going INSANEEEEE

FENG IS A TEACHER

FIVE POINT LANDING BABY

I love how they're both taking the knee it's so good. You're not even supposed to do that in a wedding! That's for proposing!

With the MOON IN THE FUCKING BACKGROUND

...

...

THAT WAS SO FUCKING GOODDDDDDDDD

I've had my issues with the pacing in this series, but my god is this the perfect finale. Everyone's doing what they want to in life, they're all still friends, the wedding is just as batshit insane as these two deserve...

You know what?

For a manga like Undead Unluck, this is the greatest ending-

No, the greatest death-

Ever.

Now let's enjoy life, everybody.

[milesworld96]

I’ve been possessed

[acmelab]

lovey boys

and bonus lovey girls

[end-of-xistence]

Brat Graphics

Not mine, if you are the owner please ask if you would like credit/removal.

Feel free to use!!

[coneyislandbabey]

well, my boyfriend's in a band. -> e.roundtree

WARNINGS: maybe some profanities

SYNOPSIS: Nobody thinks the thing between you and Eddie can be as pure and real as you say it is. word count: 1,323

NOTES: written for this request!

A lot of people talked about you and Eddie, now that you were publicly together, but none of them knew what they were saying. They spun the story like it was as old as time, unchangeable, inevitable, as sure a disaster as whatever or whoever they were comparing you to in the moment. Him, a rockstar, high on the enormous tide of fame and cocaine, a man who could have anything in the world at the snap of his fingers. You, a couple of years younger, elusive writer from the Los Angeles scene, enigmatic partier– naïve, obviously getting taken for a ride.

It never occurred to any of them that a man like Eddie Roundtree could be truly, inescapably gone for you. Why devote yourself to one girl when you could have as many as you wanted at any time? People had been asking that question about Billy Dunne for the Six’s entire career, and they couldn’t believe another band member was making the same ‘mistake’. Fame should mean freedom. As if getting to give your all to someone and receive their all in return wasn’t a kind of freedom in of itself.  

Let them talk. What difference did it make to you? 

When you stepped onto the tour bus, the afterparty was already in full swing. You hadn’t been able to catch the show because your flight had gotten in too late, but it didn’t matter; you’d be joining Eddie on tour for the next few months, so you had plenty of shows in your future. All you cared about was getting to your man. You located him sitting on the far corner of the couch, squished in with Graham and Warren and Warren’s girl of the night. You had spotted him before he spotted you, and you took a moment to take in the face you hadn’t been able to see since the tour started. His warm brown eyes crinkled in laughter, the sweep of his burnt sugar hair over his forehead. He was so beautiful it made your breath catch every time you allowed yourself to drink him in like that. 

“(y/n)!” Warren shouted, being the one to notice you first in the fray of the party, pointing to you with one long finger as if the shout wasn’t enough. Eddie’s head whipped around, and his mouth stretched into the widest grin at the sight of you. You returned the smile with your own, squeezing through the small, packed crowd until you landed right in his lap. 

Eddie’s arms instantly went around your waist, hands settling warm and solid on your lower back. Yours went loosely around his shoulders, your head dipping down to a well-received kiss. His eyes were bloodshot and he was half gone to whatever booze and drugs he’d done already, but even through the haze of inebriation they were settled on you. 

“You’re here, I can breathe again,” he said, voice lazy. He was leaned all the way back, head resting on the window behind him, like it was the first time his body had been able to relax in weeks. You lifted your palm to his cheek, rubbing your thumb gently along his lower lip, curved up in that little smirk of his. 

You bent your face close to him so that only he could hear you. “Missed you, too, baby boy.”

Eddie leaned over the side of the couch, and when he came back up he was holding his lighter– red, engraved with his name in gold, a gift from you shortly after you had started dating– and a joint. He lifted the joint and you took it in your lips, he grabbed your chin and held your face gently with his guitar-calloused fingers as he lit it for you. You took a long drag, exhaling only after the joint was between Eddie’s lips. 

Eddie’s hands went back to your waist, skimming up beneath your shirt and skating across your spine. The whole time he’d been away and you’d been stuck in Los Angeles without him, you’d felt unmoored, but you hadn’t realized the extent of it until you were finally back in his arms, back with your anchor. This was where you were meant to be, and Eddie felt that just as much as you did. 

The next night, you stood in the wings with Rod watching the band play. They were all mesmerizing in their own ways, especially, of course, Daisy and Billy singing together, but your eyes never left Eddie. He always exuded confidence, but never more so than when he was onstage, and it was intoxicating to see. He wore that cocky smirk on his face, the one that either made you want to smack him or kiss him and nothing in between, his body moving as one with the bass. He’d never wanted to play the instrument, you knew, but god did he play it like it had been made specifically for him. 

Any chance he got, his eyes were on you, even onstage, even in the middle of a song. As the song came to an end, he caught your eye for the hundredth time that night, bringing his hand to his mouth and blowing a kiss into the wings for you. You laughed, pretending to catch it and press it to your heart, making him grin before he had to turn away and start playing the next song. 

“That guy’s got it fuckin’ bad for you, huh,” Rod observed, and you snorted. 

“Mm, he better,” you nodded. 

Eddie made a beeline for you as soon as the show was over, shedding his bass on the way and scooping you up in his arms. You squeezed him tightly, laughing as he picked you up off the floor and spun you around. When he set you back down on the ground, you grabbed his face and kissed him, skin warm from the lights and exertion everywhere you touched, hair sweaty where your fingers tangled with it at the nape of his neck. 

“You were enthralling,” you told him once you had pulled away. 

“That was my best show so far,” he said, “Had to pull out all the stops because I knew my girl was watching.”

“Well, you really blew me away,” you laughed. “But you blow me away every time, you always will.” 

You two skipped the afterparty that night, instead heading straight to Eddie’s hotel room. You needed just each other, alone, away from the hecticness of tour. You wanted Eddie all to yourself, you always did, and Eddie would give you as much of himself as he could at every chance, just as you did for him. That’s why you found him so easy to love; he knew what you needed from him, and was nearly tripping over himself to give it to you. 

The next morning, you were in a diner with Eddie catching a quick breakfast before the buses had to leave. Your eyes scanned the newspaper rack in boredom as you waited for your food, and your mouth drew up into a smirk as you spotted something familiar. 

You grabbed the tabloid and turned, showing it to Eddie. On the front was a photo of him on stage from the night before, eyes turned towards the wings, hand extended mid-gesture as he blew you a kiss. A smaller photo was superimposed in the corner, catching the two of you walking out of the venue later that night, your arm looped through the crook of his elbow as you walked back to the hotel. The headline was something invasive and completely false about your relationship, but you ignored it. 

“They love to talk about us,” you said, rolling your eyes. 

“These pictures are pretty good, actually,” Eddie said, grabbing the tabloid to get a better look. “I should get in touch with them and ask if I can have some copies of ‘em.”

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[jasvvy]

THE YAMBAGS

[cruton06]

all of these divas omg

[screamm1996]

Rare archive of Billy giving Stu some affection :^)

Speed paint under cut ⬇️