#I’m talking about cannon Billy Hargrove or at least the way he is to the best of my recollection

[slime-hoe]

I am once again brought down to my knees by the knowledge that Billy Hargrove would 100% vibe with WAP if only because it’s exceptionally vulgar and makes people horny and or embarrassed .

[mrsblackruby]

The Harassment of Billy Hargrove fans #5

I have taken screenshots to reference and prove the behavior I critic but I have gotten rid of all identifying content as to avoid further harassment. Please don’t go out looking to harass anyone. Let me know if I need to add any warnings this is a somewhat serious, heavy, and layered discussion. We are talking about how humans connect to fiction here so it’s bound to be complicated.

tw//The degradation of Billy fans, child abuse mentioned, racism, online harassment, abuse apologia

These post are degrading towards Billy fans. Yes, they are degrading! The creators are making fun of people for not interpreting or seeing media the way they see it and in turn they are ostracizing and making fun of a big part of the fan base. who are real life people might I add.

The first post is making fun of people who don’t think Billy is racist because two people automatically interpret him as such🤷🏿‍♀️ honestly I don’t get the logic but whatever 👏🏿go 👏🏿off👏🏿 bestie 👏🏿

The second post is making fun of Billy fans who know he is abusive but believe Billy can change for the better. Why do that, maybe I’m interpreting it wrong?

And I would just like to point out in the real world racists don’t have to be out right in their racism to be racist... stranger things isn’t the real world… when something is not explicit it’s up to interpretation and even then nobody has to give a fuck about cannon when they reimagine a character.

I call the first post degrading because this is a vague post made by the same person who talked shit about my mama😃. they posted it on their blog and it’s clearly about me (cuz I'm nosy I noticed).

They literally say they don’t care like at all that I got abused by my mom as a child. Amazing 👏🏿 go 👏🏿off 👏🏿 bestie👏🏿

I might just be to nice but I do kind of think my response was kind of mean but I’m not gonna apologize because they don’t care that I was abused as a child.

This is degrading I’m not even gonna explain it🤦🏿‍♀️

I come to tumblr to get away and feel okay in myself after a long day of college, anticapitalistic organizing, learning a new language, healing from trauma, and etc. I’m asking kindly that if you see this post please don’t engage in the behavior I critic in it because you would be creating a toxic environment for marginalized community members who can see them selves in Billy’s story arc (even though it is flawed). I’m not trying to ruining anyone’s day I just want a healthy and respectful environment to enjoy the media I enjoy. Maybe I’m reading 2 much into this. Maybe I’m stupid for wanting tumblr to be less toxic.

I recognize that online harassment is an issue in all fandoms and it’s a wider systemic flaw with the internet at large so this 5 part series isn’t gonna stop this issue. I just wanted to do my part to advocate for a healthier stranger things fandom. But oh well if my efforts are useless because the Billy Hargrove fans out there still have each other 🫂. I want the Billy fans on tumblr to know you can get things wrong /make mistakes in other situations and that’s okay. On the other hand, don’t let anyone tell you you’re wrong for liking Billy. I hope I gave someone the tools to be more confident in their “cringe” hyper fixation.

Go live a great life or whatever and enjoy yourself. Thanks 4 reading if you we’re able to get through all the Drama. If you’re a Billy fan and anyone ever gives you heat let me know and I’ll try my best to respectfully defend your personhood if I’m able.

Stand alone post: Me reading to much into the politics of Billy Hargrove/ Harringrove

THE 5 PART SERIES ON HARASSMENT:

#1 #2 #3 #4

Coming soon…

Podcast response to an ask because I’m chaotic: Will The Billy Hargrove/ Harringrove Fandom Ever Know Peace 😭

U owe all humans respect ✊🏿 I’m @mrsblackruby Billy’s teenage defense lawyer signing off… 4 now at least.

[gutterdreams]

i wish you would [b. hargrove head canon]

This song is a God damn gem and I won’t hear arguments to the contrary.

The fight happened a couple days ago.

It started at school.

Well, at least for Billy, it did.

He had been fine around third period. He used the exchange of classrooms as a smoke break and the two of you stood outside under a grey sky, just chatting.

He kissed you goodbye after you gave him a stick of gum.

You had gym class and he was off to math.

Somewhere between math and the end of the day, something pissed Billy off.

You were even warned by a random classmate that he was in a mood.

That wasn't weird.

When you got to the parking lot and he ripped right by you in the Camaro, that was weird.

At exactly 4:18 PM, he called and let you know what was going on.

For a second, you felt that he was growing.

He would have never called and explained himself before.

"You slept with Gavin Daly?" 

It wasn't as if you had lied to him. He knew you had been with someone else before him. 

He never asked who.

"He can't make a decent free throw to save his life! Gavin Daly?" 

He kept groaning Gavin's full name is bisbelief.

You didn't want to defend something you did before you even knew Billy existed.

Besides, if you tried to explain that Gavin's basketball skills weren't what was important to you at the time...

Billy would have probably lit something on fire.

Luckily, you two weren't really arguing about Gavin.

Billy raged about the guy with the goofy smile for about a minute.

Then he kept going on on about how bad Gavin was at basketball.

"So, are you mad that I've been with him or that he was on your team last gym class?" 

This was not clear to you.

"Was he any good?" Billy grunted. Like a teenage girl being told she couldn't sit at the lunch table. 

You swore you heard his tongue pop from being wedged into his cheek.

"Huh? 

You still didn't know if this was about your first time or basketball.

"Was he better than me?" Billy clarified. That was the important question. 

"Umm.." 

Wrong answer. 

Even though you hadn't even answered yet.

"How?! How is that even possible?"

He has done from red hot irritated to a full fledged freak out. 

"I didn't even say anything!" You had to shout.

"There's no way he was any good! I've seen him in the showers!"

"I don't want to talk about his dick, Billy."

There was no way that conversation would go over well. 

Plus, you didn't really remember much.

You had been nervous and it was dark.

Gavin's room was a mess and you could hear his brother on the other side of the wall singing along to his Grease soundtrack.

Losing your virginity to a ten year olds off key rendition of "There Are Worse Things I Could Do" was not exactly how Cosmopolitan said it would be. 

You remembered how his brother couldn't hit the last note, but you couldn't remember if Gavin was circumsized or not.

"I don't want to talk about his dick either, but it's been inside you!"

"Fuck off." He had pushed you to curse at him. 

He was being a terror. 

"Billy, I don't know what you heard, but it's not really a story. Gavin and I were together once. It was like ten seconds and then I went home."

"Ten seconds." He actually snickered.

There was a soft silence, his breathing and the television in the background through the phone.

You were just about to ask if things were okay now when he started grumbling again.

"I don't know how I feel about having Gavin Daly's sloppy seconds."

"Fuck you, Billy! That's so rude!"

You weren't his property, you were his girlfriend.

Hell, if you had been a one night stand it would have been a rotten thing to say.

"I just never thought I would have anything in common with him! Calm down."

It was so infuriating whenever Billy would tell you to calm down.

He was a loose cannon lighting up over anything and everything, but God forbid, you express yourself.

"Yeah, well I never thought I would have anything in common with every peroxide blond in Irvine, but here we are!" "And, don't flatter yourself, you don't have anything in common with Gavin. Gavin would never be this insecure."

It was a low blow, but he had really hurt your feelings.

"Don't let me stand in your way. If you wanna go fuck Gavin and his tiny pecker, go for it!" 

He was not okay with that.

"Maybe, I will."

You absolutely weren't.

"Great."

"Awesome."

"You know, [YN], it's fucked up that - "

You didn't hear what was fucked up. 

You hung up.

Billy was dumbfounded and slamming his phone into its receiver over and over.

He went to call you back, but you just let it ring.

Now, it was two days later and it was two in the morning. 

You had to be up for school at seven, but you were still lying awake in your room with your mind reeling.

Why was Billy so infuriating? 

Why did it matter that you two had been with other people before? 

What were you two actually fighting about? 

In your favorite giant t shirt, your dad's from Notre Dame University, you still didn't feel any comfort. 

For such an insensitive and out of touch boy, Billy was good at comforting you.

He would tickle you until your laughter was easily confused with joyful screaming.

He would tell you to ignore whoever was bugging you.

He would tell you ten things he liked about you. 

He would kiss his way down your body.

You missed Billy.

It felt like clockwork 

Every twelve minutes or so, headlights would burst through your window and slide over you and your four wheels.

An engine roaring.

It sounded like the Camaro.

You hadn't heard from him since the fight. 

You doubted it was him.

There was enough room in Hawkins for two noisy dummies.

You wished it was him though. 

You wishes you could tell him that it was in the past.

It was no big deal, just a dumb fight. 

Another twelve minutes passed and the lights returned.

This time you swore you could hear a Neil Peart drum solo.

It had to be Billy then. 

You threw off the covers and sighed your way into a pair of baggy grey sweatpants.

They were huge and usually Billy wore them when he slept over. 

On your tip toes, you moved through your dark house as quietly as you could. 

The smell of rain greeted you as soon as you were outside.

You hugged your bare arms to your chest and walked off your front steps and down the driveway.

Maybe, it wasn't Billy driving around your neighborhood.

Maybe it was just wishful thinking and now you looked nuts.

Only a few minutes crept by, but you sat right where your driveway met the road.

Hugging your knees, you rested the side of your face on them and just waited.

A few cold drops of rain fell onto your elbows.

You stayed put thought 

This time it was only ten minutes.

The pavement shook under your feet slightly and you heard track three of the Rush album.

It was often the only tape you and Billy could agree on.

It was the blue Camaro and the brakes slammed on as he framed you between his blinding headlights. 

Billy turned off his stereo and just stared at you through the open window.

From your knees, you watched him back. 

"It's going to rain." He told you with his chin nodding to your house

He was silently telling you to go inside.

It seemed rude, but it was Billy's way of showing he cared.

He didn't want you to get sick. 

"I can't sleep." Clearly, he couldn't either. 

He always drove around when he was up in the middle of the night, but he didn't usually do loops around your street. 

"Yeah, I keep thinking about how I pissed you off." 

Billy was no stranger to upsetting people.

He just really liked having you on his side.

"I keep thinking I shouldn't have hung up."

He was just being such a pain in the ass. 

He was here now though. 

You tried not to read into it, but you stood up and walked over to him. 

"Why do you have to push my buttons? Why does everything have to be a fight?" You honestly asked, curling your fingers around the window and playing with the lock of his car door. 

"I don't even remember what we were fighting about..." He mumbled while looking at the crooked lines of your bent knuckles.

He loved your hands.

They always kept him centered.

He thought guys who held their girlfriends hands were whipped pussies, but that was until he took up with you.

Billy looked as sad as you sounded. 

Like a puppy that just had it's cold nose bopped by a rolled up newspaper. 

"I'm glad you came back..." Softly, you admitted while looking at his knees trembling under the wheel.

"Always." Billy scoffed as a promise. "I could never stay mad." 

Hair falling around his face, he was looking up and into you. 

"Even though I was with Gavin Daly?"

He threw his head to the side, hiding his frustrated eyes.

But he went back and looked at your hand again, covering it with his from the wheel.

"Yeah. Even though."

He didn't want you to punish him for stupid desicions he made in the past.

So he had to get over it.

It didn’t matter anyway and Billy knew that deep down inside.