#billy: hot right

[leporinelou]

ever think about how out of his depth steve would be if he met anyone billy hung around with in california

[harringroveera]

Robin: How many times did Steve pretend to drown and Billy had to save him this month?

Heather: I stopped counting after 29

[bohemianblasphemy]

i just wanna hear butcher moan is that too much to ask?

[daisiesonafield-blog]

Fire Aid Benefit Concert For California Wildfire Relief

tldr:

When & where: Kia Forum and Intuit Dome on Jan 30 at 6pm PT. Tickets: onsale Jan 22 at noon PT via Ticketmaster. Your ticket is only valid for the venue you select at the time of purchase. Streaming: on several online platforms, movie theaters and radio stations. Line up: see artists listed above. Plus more artists being announced in the coming days.

Two venues. One night. Your favorite artists coming together for music & solidarity. Shows start at 6pm. Tickets go on sale January 22nd at noon. Stay tuned for more artist announcements in the coming days.

Hosted by Live Nation with AEG Presents and the Azoff family, FireAid will raise money for rebuilding communities devastated by wildfires and supporting efforts to prevent future fire disasters throughout Southern California. Music industry mogul Irving Azoff is producing the concert with Live Nation and AEG Presents. The Eagles, Azoff’s longtime management clients, announced on Wednesday that they’d donated $2.5 million for the concert. American Express, Intuit, and UBS are among the sponsors of the show.

Tickets go on sale Wednesday, Jan. 22 at noon PT via Ticketmaster.

FireAid will be broadcast by select AMC Theatres, Apple Music and the Apple TV app, Max, iHeartRadio, KTLA+, Netflix/Tudum, Paramount+, Prime Video and the Amazon Music Channel on Twitch, SiriusXM, Spotify, SoundCloud, Veeps and YouTube.

The broadcast will motivate viewers across the platforms to submit donations to aid the victims of the wildfires. iHeartRadio will broadcast the show live to more than 860 radio stations across the United States.

FireAid will air days before the Grammy Awards are set to take place at the Crypto.com Arena in Downtown L.A on February 2. The Recording Academy announced Wednesday that it would be shrinking its event lineup for the week leading up to the awards to focus on fundraising efforts. Several other organizations are also hosting smaller benefit concerts to aid wildfire victims.

The FireAid Benefit concert will begin at 6PM PST on January 30th. The concert will be split between the Kia Forum and the Intuit Dome, both starting at the same time. Tickets are only valid for the venue that you selected when you purchased your ticket(s). They are not valid for both venues.

Sources: Deadline, Fireaidla.org, Rolling Stone

[francixoxoxo]

franci im thinking about your vampire fics. specifically i just accidentally split my lip a little and thinking about doing that while kissing vamp billy and he has to restrain himself from losing it

Im giggling and kicking my feet

You had a habit of underestimating your own bite.

Chewing on your lips was a nasty habit, but nastier still that you seemed to constantly forget how sharp your teeth could be, and bite right through the skin. Billy constantly reminded you to not chew at all, not scoldingly, but with a small peck or letting his eyes fall with purpose to your lips.

But you forget yourself. Wouldn’t everybody, if they had Billy trapping them against the kitchen counter, his lips pressing with restraint against their exposed collar?

It was one thing that he’d come home so late, he would’ve wanted you by that fact alone. But when he came home to see you still in a chemise, or maybe you’d changed, the time was plausible— whatever. He took one look at the skin of your neck and couldn’t resist dropping his lips there, breathing you in deep. A terrible guilt he feels, needing that scent so desperately. What will that lead to? What kind of hunger will build until he has to take a bite?

He’d kill himself first. In fact, he’s told you to kill him first. Pleaded with you to end him, to leave, to go far ‘way from him, ‘cause he didn’t have it in him to go himself. You’ve denied him every time, stubborn as you were.

So here Billy was, rushing you pin you to any surface, attention flicking twixt trailing hesitant kisses over your collar and catching your lips in a ferocious fashion. He was careful with your neck only because he could feel that fragile heartbeat under your skin, thinly veiled blood under your skin, in his nostrils, flooding his senses and fogging his primitive, stupid brain—

“Are you bleedin’?” Billy has to lift his face from your neck, his chest nearly heaving. His brows are drawn, a hazy look in his azure eyes. You press your lips.

“I don’t think so?” You breathe, your eyes trailing over his bared forearms, the bit of his chest exposed by your feeble attempts to unbutton his work shirt. He shifts twixt his feet, moving back from you a bit.

Billy’s eyes are trained on your lips, and for a moment you think his nostrils flare. He clears his throat, his clenched fist coming to cover his mouth. “M’ gonna be— I’ll be outside.”

“Doin’ what?” Your brows lift in sheer surprise. What’d gotten into him? You catch your bottom lip twixt your teeth, a biting pain shocking you into the realization that you were bleeding. Bleeding in front of Billy, with his bloodlust, his human lust, all swirling around the poor man’s head and probably driving him insane.

“Smoke.” Is all Billy mutters, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. He puts his fist over his mouth again, his jaw ticking like he’s moving to swipe his tongue over those fangs but he stops himself.

When you follow him onto the porch, sure to wash your lips clean, he’s true to his word. He’s sitting in a wooden chair, his legs lazily spread apart and a cigarette pinched twixt his thumb and his pointer. Billy turns his head to look at you, his free hand reaching for yours. You offer a hello and he cooes in reply, “baby.”

“M’ sorry, mama.” He murmurs, his lips pressing together as he wags the cigarette nervously in his fingers. You shake your head, plucking the cigarette from his fingers to give it a try.

“You don’t have to apologize,” you coo as you fit the stub back into his fingers. He smiles faintly as you, tugging on your hand until you get the hint and slot yourself into his lap. Billy’s lips press sweetly against your neck. Despite himself, he can’t deny himself a kiss to the skin.

His hands splay over your waist. “I hate it. I hate that I can’t be ‘round when y’get hurt.” Another kiss to your collar. “Or when y’get your monthly..” a smattering of kisses all the way up to the underside of your jaw, his stubble making you shiver and giggle at the same time. “Or when y’split your lip. Come on now, mama, admit it. Admit you hate it too.”

When Billy’s lips finally detach from your neck, you get a good look at his face. He’s leaned away from you, his eyes wide and nearly starry, his brows drawn taut and mouth tugging downward. Tell me I’m terrible, his eyes beg. From your lips, it will matter, perhaps then I will be able to go. Your fingers find themselves in his hair as you resolve to dig your heels in.

“It’s worth it, I think.” You shrug, fingernails gently scratching his scalp. All the self loathing in the world couldn’t bleed itself onto your mentality. For all the disgust Billy regarded himself with, you offered its weight in love, tenfold. “Don’t you go leaving me hanging, Bonney.”

A monster, that’s who he was. What he was, and all he ever will be. And yet, you fancied him a beauty. He hopes to God he won’t do anything stupid enough to change that. He shook his head lamely, his lips parting over his teeth to reveal those pesky fangs. His hands have been roaming the plane of your back all this time, but they rove south, laying over the slope above your bottom. “Where were we?”

[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.

[bellaxgiornata]

Stop it. Stop tempting me.

[honeydewwboo]

When Billie said "Charlie likes boys, but she's knows I'd hit it."

I felt that. Respectfully.

[jordieeeee]

I wonder what Tommy would think about his brother pushing three grown woman into mud

[mikimeiko]

Fargo | Season 1 (2014), Noah Hawley

[cosmiclion]

Wanted to wait until I actually watched the show before saying anything but @ villain fuckers: Homelander? Seriously??

[jennrypan]

"Daddys home"

OH A SHIVER WENT THROUGH ME 🫣

[itswrenly]

Y’all I caved 😔

Suckening playlist

[francixoxoxo]

Guys I need to admit something very serious I want to jump Coriolanus snow’s bones. I want to suck that man NOW

[blorboazula]

I think it's funny to use the "Agatha loves everyone", or whatever the actual quote from that interview is, to complain about the Agatha is a lesbian thing (which's headcanon). Like, love?

This annoying little shit loves: her dead son, the ex she says she hates and her very fluffy rabbit. And murdering people.

[zappedbyzabka]

Daniel and Billy both want the pretty blond sensei to themselves on Saturday—but did not communicate that so now they’re fighting over the phone about it (because Daniel is not the biggest fan of his twin) with Johnny as a “moderator”.