#HIGHKEY obsessed w this

[aousboom]

NO GAIN NO LOVE 손해 보기 싫어서 (2024)

[female-woman-wiffman-lass]

Though in think tank:

It's just the two of us (three actually, its a tricycle now)

harringroveson, metalsandwhich

just the two of them wanting the same guy and finding each other

while said guy is trying to be filling. they're having the feels and steve is horny. he's fine though. I'll decide if I can keep this going. they will fuck nasty. in like, the next parts.

Billy Hargrove and Eddie Munson are hooking up. They've got a good thing going on.

They're into each other, they have stuff in common, be it music, the fashion, their preferences. They're fast and quick. Furious and sharp, all teeth when they're together. Get a thrill and kind of comfort with how consistent and similar they could be. They bounce off and work each other to heights. It feels like it's only the two of them, like steel sharpening steel. In this small hick town.

Billy's always felt a lot, even more now he's stuck here. Always ran hot now he's stuck in a chilly, dreary town, used to feel like he could breathe slow and easy out there but not when he's stuck here. And with Eddie. Well, Eddie always wanted more, knows he's made for more. He's flagging half-heartedly in a small town, and now Billy has to tuck himself in. They both always feel bigger on the inside. No one is like them. Not in the way they know.

No one else feels jagged or rough. Neither Eddie nor Billy know anyone who can stop the itch, the aches in their jaw, the tightness.

Enter Steve Harrington. Just, not really.

Now, Steve seemed exactly nothing like either of them. Yes, he's masculine. A man. But he's not.. like them. Not dark or sharp, probably not what either of them would experience, probably doesn't feel like a whirlwind in his body, doesn't scratch. But it doesn't stop either of them from ogling. Shooting the shit with each other, letting out comments and thoughts on guys the've seen. And even if Harrington was open, or experimenting, or anything that would lead preppy jocks astray, he probably wouldn't be any good. Wouldn't be fun, no matter how pretty. No matter how soft.

Billy and Eddie's standards on the anyone in Hawkins, any man they might think of in the sense they'd think of each other. None for now, just them. Clocked each other so fast and collided with each other like a car crash. But both can agree, yeah. Steve's hot.

Billy's been knowing about it, having been hanging out with Steve. Knowing who he is, mostly on the court. Gets a kind of satisfaction being able to push this boy around.

And Eddie, who's there with his comments as they talk, will also have assumptions. He's known the guy longer. (If he ever really knew him. What more do you need when everyone else knows some.)

"Bill, he's just the usual, man." He takes a drag out of his cigarette, leaning on the side of his van. "Harrington. He's just a dude. I mean we're in Hawkins. Pretty boys like him got to be repressed. One way or another."

He scoffs, turning his head to him, eyebrows raised and hands waving vaguely in front of him, "have you seen him with Tommy? Before you came around those two were—" he puts up a tight fist and shakes it, like it would mean something. "Y'know? Tommy boy's been trailing after him since eighth grade."

Billy let's out a sharp laugh, stealing Eddie's cigarette, "calling me a homewrecker, Munson?"

"Is it homewrecking when you 'wreck' both parties? You ensnare Tommy away from the King and then you come round to have a chat with Harrington in the showers?" He let's Billy have the cigarette, crossing his arms as he leans in closer, "which, what was that about?"

(Eddie's been in this town, longer than the fresh meat Billy was supposed to be. Has seen the King parading around, stuck in his own little world. Head up in the clouds and not bothering to look down and check if his feet were even touching the ground. Til '83 that is.

It was weird. After Nancy Wheeler, sometime in November with all of them being gone for a while after two people go missing —one was Byers' little brother he remembers, he wasn't sure who the other one was, a girl?—only to come back with Wheeler on Jonathan Byers side of all places. Sweet and looking at each other like they've found someone who understands. Found someone who knows life outside. As if they knew there'd be more out there.

And Steve. Steve looked settled. Looked normal and still moving even when he looked at either of them, the couple. Like he knows he's small in this stupid town but doesn't feel tight in his own skin. That even though he hasn't found anyone like that, and even lost something he's still fine. That he's seen more and knows better even when he stood still. He's found out about the same things Byers and Wheeler had. Went through the motions. Was just waiting for a pin drop to be able to live. It fascinated, Eddie. He envied it. He scoffs in his mind, what would Steve Harrington know?

Will he ever get to know? The boy and the why?)

Billy rolls his eyes, taking one last drag from his cigarette before putting it out, dropping it on the concrete for hi to stomp, "fucking nothing, Edward."

Not nothing. He heard Eddie and his 'normal dude' rant. But he can't fool Billy. He knows the guy saw the same thing in Harrington he did. He was different and radiant in this stupid town while also fitting in perfectly. He was fucking lame and didn't know a single thing. But. He also knew some things. Makes it seem like the things he knows were life altering

Harrington was an enigma. A person with thoughts and feelings and in some kind of state. He was your average fucking prep. Image obsessed, vain, and so impossibly normal. And a flea who only knows the jar can't jump over the cap. But Steve. It's like he doesn't care. He doesn't know why he only knows this side of The King's rebrand. How he only knows one side to the story. How he knows Tommy and his weird obsession with Steve and how he left, and turned fucking bitch. Acted like he was now bottom of the barrel. But the King (although Billy has a feeling he isn't one anymore) is fine. Acted like dropping his nuclear friend group and demographic was nothing. Which in the grand scheme of things, maybe it wasn't. But it's supposed to be something, to boys like Steve Harrington. He doesn't know why he cares.

"Ouuh, fucking nothing, Edward, blah blah. Also, don't call me that." He huffs. "You're not the only one thirsting, William. Everyone wants, envies, covets at a piece of Steve Harrington. But again, he's just a dude. Hell, I had the hots for him too. Besides," he knocks shoulders with Hargrove, finger going up to flick at his piercing then to loop around a blonde curl.

"Ya got me right now."

Billy looks at him with considering gaze, before smirking. He straightens up off the van, "you wish, freak." He goes round to the back of the van, opening it up, before crawling in.

Eddie grins, scampering off after him. He pushes the both of them obssesed with Steve Harrington bit away from his mind. He's hanging with Billy.

Steve frowns a bit as he sees both men hop into the back of Munson's van. He was just passing by the parking lot. He sighs, scratching his head. He needs to go to another fucking bar. His nightmares are acting up again. Who knew the eerie light of the pool and his own house lights would make him twitch? What a life. He's okay though, pretty sure.

He smiles as he hops in the car. A night in Indy will fix him up. Surely. It always does. (And although Nancy –and Jonathan suprisingly– were worried, he assures them both as sweetly as he could that it was definitely not alcoholism. It's either more or less better than they expected. But he's glad his new friends slash two wheels he third wheels slash co-monster fighters were worried.)

As he drives off, he takes a glance at the rear view mirror, before shaking his head. Why would they hook up out in the open, in that back of the guy's van in a parking lot? Sure they could be hotboxing or some shit and smoking the weed in that dweeb Munson's lunchbox but Steve doubts that. With how hot the both of then are and how intensely they were looking at each other they were for sure fucking. He thought at least Hargrove would know better.

"Shame, shame," he shrugs, even though no one can see him, his expression set in 'it is what it is.' He wonders what he should wear and what he should order. He licks his lips and hums happily. He gets to feel alive for the weekend.

[ghourlfiend]

Pretty Poison

Leon’s girlfriend hxh.unter_ on insta!

[kotaka-kun]

had an appendectomy earlier this week but still went to a con this weekend bc why not?

anyway here's my con haul that im v pleased with 🩷🩷

[404-art-found]

SUPREME MACHINE

Progress shots under cut:

[coffinkissez]

buying for an artist is not that hard bc I will never turn down a good sketchbook

[lilacthebooklover]

why am i actually getting addicted to cookie run. this wasn't supposed to happen. send help.

[qrovidcore]

i should be allowed to have unlimited money forever because bury your gays is absolutely a book that is just SCREAMING for a film adaptation but absolutely NO studio ever would take the kind of swings at Big Studio Corporate Art that this book takes ever and it does not deserve to be watered down like that. no. give the rights to *me* and give me infinite funding. you have to understand. the way misha’s narration sounds like a screenplay already the fucking vivid descriptions of everything the NEEDLE DROPS THE WAY CHUCK TINGLE GAVE US, THE PEOPLE, A FUCKING SLASHER SCENE OVER A PEPPY 80S POP SONG IN A BOOK LIKE A FUCKING GENIUS, the way the book is already doing SO MUCH with misha being a screenwriter!! the autistic character relating to the world through his craft perspective on this!! it could be so good. understand my vision. imagine this story being told via the medium that it is a meta-commentary about. imagine what you could DO with that if you weren’t a COWARD and just took the meta layers and RAN with them. imagine this love letter to horror films AS a horror film. you HAVE TO UNDERSTAND,

give ME the rights to it let ME adapt it im not a fucking COWARD i wanna rip and tear into the meta of it and throw the gorgeous, vivid brainpictures it keeps giving me up on a screen. and ALSO i want chris pine to play chris oak. to let the joke come full-circle. you understand.

[pastelchad]

Ada Wong moodboard

[swiss-army-fangirl]

shoutout to andrea adietto to my FAVORITE cover of the ‘concrete jungle’ comic run so far —

[hickeygender]

kotor will cause immense and insane brain rot btw just be prepared for that

considering i already have a terrible case of star wars brain rot, i'm well prepared for any symptoms. it's not like i can get the same diagnosis twice👍🏻

[charcoalstardust]

forgot that i made this and put it on my pinned post a few days ago but here a post for it too

[c0zys]

𝔢𝔵𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔩𝔶 𝔲𝔰𝔣𝔴 𝔤𝔦𝔣 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔱𝔰 ; 20C ( kellin & keegan )

distraction . distraction with benefits and memories , a common thread between them . when the town becomes too quiet and too small , too familiar to all those years ago , she finds him . and when papers litter his desk top , he lays her down atop of the work for a prettier view . petite brunette has always been a brick wall , but she has only grown into a strengthened fortress . no one gets in , except those damn brown eyes that held her at her worst , and that knew her before the nightmare . but never would she admit to seeking out comfort and it being only found in his arms . instead , she finds herself in his lap . her hips grinding in such familiar patterns while dainty hands rest on his cheek , and his shoulders . his name tumbles from her lips in silkened moans , head tilted back and her eyes closed shut . how he fills her , they're slanted together like a jigsaw puzzle . " fuck kel , fuck me . "

[leejiieuns]

"You said it was a ghost story. It isn't." "No?" "It's a love story." "Same thing, really." (x)

[padfootastic]

HELLO OH MY GOD SEND HELP???

THIS IS SO BEAUTIFULAMAZINGTALENTED helloooooooo

i cannot believe tumblr never sent me a notification for this and i found it randomly and there’s a possibility i could’ve not seen it bc phew,,,a crime,,,,,

I drew these a couple months ago based on this textpost by @padfootastic just never posted it cause something bothers me i just cant figure out what so yolo 😎✌️

[autism2009]

persona bad ending Gotten.........