#CUTIESSSSS

[theghoulboysblog]

“Maybe the horrors would be less daunting if we were holding hands?”

“With each other or with the horrors?”

“I've got two hands!”

[ampala-yeah]

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[architectpoet]

[89cats]

Nico is the white & brown one. Tarzan is the other one

tarzan looks more comfortable than I could ever be in any lifetime :')

[cocksley-and-catapult]

Two fan-issues

you can re-draw them better if you want, I was half asleep while making these.

text cuz my handwriting is hard to read:

1, panel1: catapult im sick you need to do the comic for a bit

1, p2: FINE.

2, p1: something dumb.

2, 2: that was dumb.

2,3: …what now? / I dunno! We’re the same person!

2,4: eh, this is the last panel anyway.

[jacarandaaaas]

moabel being the literal cutest ever <333

[just-barrow]

🍂

(from Ryan's IG stories)

[cringefailvox]

Songs that are Alastor and Rosie, to me,

“Stay with the happy people”, and “The old piano roll blues” sung by Hoagy Carmichael and Cass Daley

(Rosie seems like the type to cheer “play it again!!” multiple times to Alastor at the piano, who’s like ‘…fuck it, SURE!’) (I had a great aunt who did that at town carols. The band looked at the band leader, who shrugged, and they all started flipping back their sheet music. She was like “Whoo! Hooray!” core memory.)

(Vox is on the chaise with his head in one hand and a drink in the other, it’s been a solid hour and a half of tipsy Rag songs but goddamnit he’s still here and he has song requests)

stoppp this is so cute. every time alastor finishes a song, rosie claps loudly and goes "come on, give us another one!!" while vox groans and sinks tipsily into his chair, because these two can go on forever and he has work in the morning but dammit, obviously he's going to stay, and by g-d he is going to get his turn eventually

[russellsblvd]

homeboys homeboying

[tndrsurrndr]

I love the HC that Dallas bleaches his hair ‘cause he thinks it makes him look tuff but his dark ass big eyebrows and the fact he doesn’t keep up with his roots as much as he should are such dead giveaways he’s a fake blonde and everyone (especially Two) teases him about it (He likes the unnatural look okay!!!!!!)

[oldwomanyuri123]

…..?

[zappedbyzabka]

[blokettte]

Cassius invited his friend Trent to the art gallery on the weekend, but one thing led to another and it ended up being their first date...

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[shieldofiron]

I’m totally projecting here since I have a stutter-

Maybe billy who has a stutter and Neil decided to beat that shit out of him, so that’s why billy speaks so slow (I do too), he has to slowly think out every word,

So maybe when he goes to the Byers’ house he gets so upset he starts stuttering? Before the fight? Like uh “is t-that you har-Harrington?” And Steve goes to make fun of him or something, but then he realizes the look of Billy’s face. A mixture of fear and anger at himself, and he stops

Maybe a flash to the future where Billy doesn’t have to think about every word and can speak the way he wants to, with his loving husbando Steve?

🥰🥺

1984

Billy smiles, slow and languorous, "Is that you, Harrington?"

"Yeah. It's me, don't cream your pants," Harrington bit the words out and stepped down the tiny wooden porch.

He put his hands on his hips, tossing that pretty long brown hair back a little, and squaring up, shoulders tight.

Billy glanced back at the house and saw a flash of red hair in the window.

Motherfucker.

Billy looked back to Steve. What the hell was this? Why wasn't Max just coming out? She had to know that it was late, that her mom would be pissed she wasn't home.

Billy sucked in a breath

"W-what are you doing h-h-here," Billy tried to suck in a deep breath, "Amigo."

Cool Billy, He thought, Really cool. You totally covered it with the Amigo.

Harrington's lip curled a little, "What was that, Hargrove?"

The words seemed to stop up in Billy's throat, pile up and stick with jagged edges.

"M-My step sister," He manages to get out. "S-she..."

Harrington's grinning in that sort of shit eating way that precludes a set down, and it has Billy's fists tightening. He can feel his face getting red, and his stomach starts buzzing. He looks back at Max and she's trying to be hidden. He doesn't understand.

"L-Little B-birdy," Billy sucks in a breath, "T-told me that sh-she..."

That grin starts to falter a little. Harrington steps back just a bit, puts his hand out, palm open.

"Hey," Harrington says softly, "It's okay. Um... it's okay. She's here, but... there's a lot of shit going on tonight."

Billy tightens his fist and then releases it. Once. Twice. Three times.

"G-gotta bring h-her home," Billy's tongue feels a little less stuck in his throat at least. Harrington waits for a moment, watching like he's giving Billy time to add anything he needs to.

"I swear she's okay, she's not hurt," Harrington lays a hand over his heart, making those bambi eyes wide and sweet in a way Billy's never seen before, "Why don't you come inside and I'll explain?"

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1994

"It was killer, Steve," Billy traces a secret pattern in Steve's chest hair, "Cherry, with the most well preserved original chrome. An actual St-Stingray. I almost came the moment I touched it."

"Almost, huh?" Steve's voice rumbles across Billy's skin, "So does that mean you're all... pent up?"

Billy turns onto his stomach and rests his chin on Steve's stomach, "You're ruining my story, horndog."

"I'm just listening to the details," Steve smiles down at him, "Tell me the story."

"It had a cream and c-cherry interior. Cherry red dash. Custom, Steve," Billy leans hard on his chin, trying to impress on Steve the seriousness of the situation, "Custom? In Indiana? Do you know how hard that is to do?"

Steve smiles, "Not if you know the right guy."

Billy smiles back, "Oh yeah? The right guy? And who would that be?"

"Well... he's cool," Steve runs a hand along Billy's bicep, tracing the heart that reads, 'Mad Max.'

"Of course," Billy shrugs.

"And he's humble," Steve smirks.

"Gotta be humble. Being humble is the best."

"And he's..." Steve's eyes get darker, "So passionate. About cars, I mean."

Billy smiles, slow and languorous.

"And I am very," Steve leans in and kisses Billy's forehead, "Very. In love with... the interior he installed in my car."

Billy dug his fingers into Steve's side until Steve squirmed, his knees drawing up and his laughter crackling off the walls of their bedroom.

"You dick," Billy cries, huffing and letting him go.

"Maybe... I was thinking tonight we could start with your dick first," Steve licks his lips, "I have some oral skills I want to show off."

Billy purses his lips, "Oh, Steve. Oral skills are definitely my specialty."

Steve just smirks, cocky as ever, "Oh you're so on. Amigo."

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@hickory-smoked-ass SO CUTE! SUCH CUTIES!

I didn't want Billy's stutter to "magically" disappear at the end, more like it doesn't trip him up so much when it happens. Because Steve loves him, a little stutter doesn't matter.

[hopkei]

🌻+🐸

[whatthefuckisasweep]

For a gift exchange I drew some Denscom and I kind of like the result, so have it :D!!