#such a cocky lil bean in the first picture

[thereluctantinquisitor]

When ya boi hits different by the last expansion

Alternative title: Rhea’to has seen some shit

[auroralightsthesky]

The Pacific/ Avatar AU Headcannons

Robert Leckie- Waterbender, also Southern Water Tribe. Leckie was one hell of an emotional rollercoaster and waterbenders are often emotional as well. Plus those eyes man!!! Those damn eyes!!!

Bill “Hoosier” Smith- Waterbender from the south as well!! I don’t know why but for whatever reason I can’t picture Hoosier as anything else but a waterbender. 

Runner Conley- possibly a firebender. He’s got the build for it but then again I could be wrong.

Chuckler Jurgens- tall bean is an airbender. His personality lines with Aang’s perfectly.

Sidney Phillips- Waterbender and healer, he always has to patch the others up after the Earth Rumble tournaments or after a fight. 

Eugene Sledge- Earthbender. Sledge is basically Toph. People underestimate him because of the heart murmur but once he’s in the Earth Rumble arena or in the thick of battle people learn quickly why he’s called “Sledgehammer.”

Merriel “Snafu” Shelton- ah, how could we ever forget this scary bean?  Snafu is Foggy Swamp through and through. During their journey through the Serpent’s Pass, Gene almost drowned and Snaf jumped in to save him. Sledge mistook him for his girlfriend and accidentally kissed Snafu on the cheek but after realizing his mistake, he told Snafu that “You can go ahead and let me drown now”. 

RV Burgin- another earthbender. At first I thought Burgie would be a waterbender but I looked into it a little bit more. Tough doesn’t even begin to describe Burgie. He took over leader after Eddie and Ack Ack got killed and was described as always being tough minded (according to the wiki page). If that doesn’t make him an earthbender then I don’t know what does. 

Jay De L’Eau- yet another earthbender (I know there are one too many water and earthbenders). Jay was one tough little sucker despite his breakdown in Episode 7. He competes in the earthbending tournaments alongside Sledge and Burgie too, just to show people that he may be a small bean but he can still kick some ass. 

Andrew “Ack Ack” Haldane and Edward “Hillbilly” Jones- both waterbenders, one from the south pole the other from the Foggy Swamp. These two would flood a whole island just to kill to kill their enemies. 

John Basilone- Firebender through and through. John is one of only three in the group who can bend and redirect lightning. Manny, JP and the others know not to mess with him or Speirs for this very reason. 

JP Morgan and Manny Rodriguez- Firebenders and John’s best friends from the Firebending Academy. These three would not only be deadly in an Agni Kai fight, but can you imagine them plus Speirs during Sozin’s Comet? That firestorm would be visible for miles. 

Chuck Tatum- MY OTHER SWEET BOI IS A WATERBENDER!!! I know redheads probably aren’t common in the Southern Water Tribe but after watching Episode 8 of The Pacific, this lil bean gave off MAJOR Katara vibes. He can create ice prisons (and turn the inside of the ice to pure liquid) and even heal himself, which comes in handy every time John, JP and Manny go at it because one of them once burned his hands........badly. Even Sobel was impressed when he saw his healing powers. Which is a good thing because.....

Steve Evanson- is a hard headed, cocky, stubborn as fuck earthbender!! The gang has pretty much lost count of how many times this kid has gotten himself into trouble for running his mouth, but damn can he pitch a rock like nobody’s business. Steve goes absolutely balls-to-the-wall in a fight and when the dirt flies, it flies.

Lena Riggi- all hail the leader of the Kyoshi Warriors!! Lena would definitely fit in with these girls and if people mess with her or John, the gloves come off. 

Vera Keller- another Kyoshi Warrior. Vera definitely gave me Suki vibes after watching both series. 

Stella Karamanlis- Stella is basically Princess Yue. She had a short relationship with Leckie because she felt that it was her duty to save the Moon Spirit and didn’t want him or the others to get killed. 

[okaybutlikeimagine]

You Don’t Mess Around With Jim

(where Billy has been living w/ Jim and El for a lil over a year bc he’s been adopted and he never died and he just knows Hopper is a pushover and knows how to use that to his and El’s advantage)

~~~~

It’s a calm and balmy night and the roads in Hawkins, Indiana are decently quiet. Billy likes it this way. Back before Hopper took him in, this was one of the few things that he felt made this town worth it: the quiet roads late at night.

The quiet can be suffocating. Billy’s thoughts thrive on the silence; they scream in its presence. Which is why quiet nights on quiet roads make for the perfect canvas for loud as fuck music and races with bad memories. It’s also why Billy got picked up by the local police department twice in his first week in Hawkins. But that’s why Billy met Jim. So he’s not about to lament that.

Billy was usually out later than this, considering it’s only 8pm, but even so, the streets are still quiet enough to be pleasant, especially for a nice summer night like this one. He has his arm out the open window, letting the humid air wrap around it softly as it cuts through the night. When he’s feeling playful, he likes to encourage El to follow his lead in sticking his head out the window as they drive.

But tonight is calm and warm and a little too humid to do something like that, so Billy settles for the softness of the air on his arm. He lets it touch him gently. He closes his eyes and breathes. The less than favorable thoughts of a home he no longer lives in flash through his brain in a second, and they’re gone just as fast. The night is nice.

He briefly thinks of Joyce and her boys and what a weird family they’re going to make when Jim finally realizes what a fool he’s being in not asking her to marry him right now. She’s gentle and nurturing to her children and she gives that same stuff to Billy and El, even though they’re in no way related and she absolutely doesn’t have to. And when Billy thinks about it, he isn’t too surprised about her showering El with affection, seeing as she may gain a daughter (or will adopt her whether Jim gets off his ass to pop the question or not). Plus, everyone loves El and decides to shower her with affection pretty much the moment they meet her. But giving all that gentle nurturing to another boy? To Billy?

It confuses him to say the least.

Anyway.

She’s constantly inviting them over for dinner. She lets them stay over sometimes when it gets late and El gets tired. She’s inviting and strong as all hell and is hard on Jim when he needs it. She puts up with Jim, even though Billy recently found out that they grew up in this damn town together. So that means she’s known Jim for decades and still puts up with him and if that isn’t a miracle in itself, Billy is going to eat his shirt.

But it’s not his job to babysit lovesick adults. He might make it his job if they get completely hopeless, but for right now, he’ll just appreciate the non-TV dinners and the soft, music-filled drives back and forth from the Byers home. Plus, Billy has a bet going with Jonathan about when Jim and Joyce get together and he needs to wait it out a bit longer if he’s gonna collect the reward.

Billy notices the sound of Jim’s fingers thumping against the wheel of the car as the next song begins to play.

~Uptown got its hustlers…~

Jim is mumbling along to the words, very clearly not sure of them, but when the chorus starts, he’s singing. Loudly. Not necessarily excited or anything, just loud.

“They all call big Jim boss… and they say you don’t tug on Superman’s cape. Y’don’t spit into the wind. Y’don’t pull the mask off that old lone ranger and you don’t mess around with Jim.”

He -would- like this song.

El is giggling in the back of the car and Billy eyes her before he looks back to the smile cracking Jim’s face.

“That’s pretty cocky.” Billy says, eyeing the man next to him and being an overall brat about it. He scoffs a bit when Jim turns humorously disbelieving eyes onto him.

Jim laughs as loud as he sings.

“That’s real rich coming from you.”

Billy laughs back at that. He knows it’s true, he’s not one to deny that he’s a cocky son of a bitch, but he shakes his head all the same. He wonders how he got here, listening to old music from the 70’s with the Chief of Police and a girl-raised-lab-rat in the back seat.

Jim looks over at Billy again and just asks: “What, do you think the song is wrong?”

There’s a challenge in his voice and Billy sees a matching challenge in his eyes.

Oh alright, old man. Game on.

Billy doesn’t know what’s running through his blood, but Billy has felt it boil up through the year he’s been living with Jim. He tried to push it down out of anxiety, but when he realized the safety of his new situation, it was a little hard to cool it off. Because getting under the skin of others is a borderline hobby for him. Will has his drawing, Jonathan has his photography, and Billy has his being an overall public menace. Some may say it’s not as “constructive”, but it’s a hell of a lot of fun. People are always telling kids to have fun while they’re young.

A shit eating grin splits Billy’s face and he looks out at his hand sticking out of the window and slicing the air. He hums to himself, alongside Jim as the song continues to play in the background.

“You know what I could use?” He asks, loud enough to make sure El can definitely hear him. “Some ice cream.”

He hears sudden and excited shuffling from the backseat and smiles even wider as he waves his hand around out the window.

“Ice cream?”

“No.” Comes Jim’s voice, firm and sharp. Billy looks in the car’s side mirror and sees El deflate in the back of the seat.

“Seriously, think about it.” Billy continues. “Ice cream on top of some Eggos?” El perks up again, her tongue licking her lips quickly in excitement. “Some of that good vanilla ice cream too, with the little black specks in it?”

He looks over to Jim, who is gripping the steering wheel tighter, knuckles turning white.

“I already said no.” He grumbles.

“Y’know, we didn’t get any ice cream the last time we went shopping.” Billy can hear the smirk in his own voice. He chuckles when Jim turns down the wrong road, closer to the store.

“Or the store trip before.” El pipes up from the back. Billy points to her and gives her a thumbs up.

“Good point. Plus we have some of those cherries at home that we can put on top.”

Billy can picture them on the center shelf of their cabinet: those maraschino ones in the little jars. El had pleaded for them the last time they went shopping, because they’re sweet and sticky and she likes to put them on top of waffles and inside her glasses of water sometimes when Jim isn’t home. Billy had helped her get them, reasoning that they were practically fruit, even though Billy knew that was bullshit. They’re a semblance of fruit, sure, but as much fruit as something bathing in the most unnatural looking syrup can be. Even so, Jim had folded pretty easily.

“Ooh, cherries!”

Jim shakes his head. He’s not humming anymore.

But now El is hitting Jim’s shoulder, her little hand rapping furiously on it as she goes in for the kill: “Please, Dad?”

Billy can’t help the chuckle that bubbles up in his chest as he hears it. He joins in.

“Yeah Dad, please?”

And every time Billy’s mouth forms around that word, it feels less and less like alcohol-infused cotton on his mouth. Sometimes Billy says it without thinking, like when Jim is trying to make them dinner and Billy asks if he needs help, or when Jim’s on the couch helping El read and Billy needs to know where something is in the cabinets, or that one time he needed Jim to hold something for him as he fixed his Camaro. It always catches both of them off guard when it comes out naturally like that. But Jim never makes a big deal out of it, he just lets it float away through the air between them as he responds to whatever Billy has asked him.

But sometimes… he uses it to his advantage. And it works like a charm.

Because Billy isn’t imagining it when the breath leaves Jim’s chest quickly and his knuckles get whiter.

“Fine.” He says under his breath as they take another wrong turn away from their house and towards the store.

El cheers a bit and sits back, pleased. Billy is just as pleased, leaning back and tuning in once again to the song as it ends.

You don’t mess around with Slim…

And this time, Billy is the one humming along to the end of the chorus. His grin doesn’t fade.

~~*~~

Jim Hopper can grumble as much as he wants, but Vanilla Bean ice cream on top of 2 warm Eggos with Maraschino cherries on top was a marvelous idea and Billy thinks he should be rewarded. And he knows Jim is happy because he’s smiling every now and then inbetween bites.

After Billy helps wash the dishes, he looks to Jim with a smirk on his face. 

“Can’t mess around with Jim?” Billy asks.

But Jim just isn’t having it, tossing the towel he used to dry the dishes over to Billy.

“Go to bed, kid.”

“Yeah, yeah. Night, Dad.”

Billy doesn’t think as he says it, but his heart stops the second that it’s out there. He turns away as quick as he can, before he can see Jim’s face. His own face is burning and his heart is running as he walks to his room and shuts the door quickly.

~~*~~

“Hop!”

The sound of an irritated Joyce reaches Billy’s ears from his spot on the couch, sitting in between Hopper and Steve.

Joyce stopped by on her way to the store to ask them if they needed anything, and then to check their kitchen when they ultimately said no. Billy has noticed that she likes to do this. It’s completely unnecessary and most definitely just an excuse to come see Hopper, but it makes Hopper smile and provides Billy some entertainment as the two adults trip over each other, so he chuckles through it. Little does she know they just went to the store a night ago.

Steve is over because Billy really wanted to suck his dick.

And the nerds are also meeting at the Wheeler’s house and Steve was already planning on coming to pick El up because Billy doesn’t want to spend more money on gas. But after they drop them off, Billy and Steve are going down to the quarry so they can listen to music and Billy can suck Steve’s dick to the rhythm of a Springsteen song.

But for right now, they’re waiting for El to get ready and Joyce must have just found the 3 ice cream cartons they just recently bought.

Hopper looks over to her like a deer in headlights. There’s a laugh threatening Billy’s chest but he can’t let Joyce see it, so he turns his head to Steve and chuckles into his neck. Steve immediately starts to push Billy away while squirming and whining about being ticklish.

“Hop, can you come here?” Joyce’s voice is all business. She’s clearly not happy.

Billy is pretty sure she set a deal with Hop once they started getting serious to stop keeping so much junk food around. She knows Jim doesn’t make fresh food for them hardly ever. It’s always frozen dinners or fast food. It was probably just fine for the Chief when he was a mess living alone, but now he’s a mess living with two minors, so… frozen dinners every night don’t necessarily cut it. When Billy started living here, he quickly realized he’d have to be the one to make something for the 3 of them that wasn’t freezer burned peas on a tray, if not for him and Hop, then at least for El. No matter how content she seems, Billy still thinks she deserves more than only TV dinners and freezer waffles.

So since Joyce can’t be here every night (except she could if they’d get married), she cut some deal with Jim to limit the junk food in the house so she would know they’re not just living off sugar. They can’t die of some weird sugar overdose if there’s no sugar in the house.

Except...

“Why are there 3 cartons of ice cream in your freezer?” Joyce hisses at Jim. Billy can just hear it from his spot pressed against Steve. He fights hard not to snort, so he bites Steve’s shoulder instead.

“Hey!” Steve yelps, wriggling and trying to brush Billy off.

Billy shifts his eyes over to Hopper when he doesn’t hear the man say anything and notices the man flailing, mouth gaping like a fish as he struggles to bite out some words that might explain himself. It’s then that El walks into the room, a skip in her step and a bright smile on her face, showing she’s ready to go.

Billy gets up along with Steve to meet her at the door when he hears Jim reason with Joyce on a loud whisper.

“They called me dad.” He hisses.

The two kids glance at the adults, who are now looking back at them with wide eyes of shock.

Billy looks to El, sharing a glance of knowing mischief with her, before they give sweet, twin smiles to the adults in response.

A flustered blush begins to color both of the adults’ faces.

Billy gives El a victorious high five.

“Ready to go, kiddo?” Steve asks from behind Billy.

El nods, and waves to Hopper.

“Catch ya later, dad.”

As soon as the words are out in the air, Billy is frozen. Because those words didn’t come from El, who is currently opening the door and skipping out to Steve’s car.

“Hey, babe,” Steve starts, arm out to hold the door open for Billy. “When did you start calling Hop ‘dad’?”

Billy’s going to have a heart attack. He looks over to Jim, who looks like his face is seizing from trying so hard to force down his smile.

Goddamnit. Billy’s chest is too warm.

“Just get in the car, Harrington.” Billy mumbles under his breath, pushing his stupid boyfriend out the door and letting the air cool down his burning face.

(catch it on AO3 here!)

[randoreviews]

AT THE PORSCHE DEALERSHIP

     The sleek bodies in the showroom. The steering wheels knitted in fine leather. The air conditioning.      The Porsche dealership is on Route 1 here in Massachusetts, which I’ll tell you, Route 1 is one of those highway-ish stretches that has all sorts of big box businesses on it and, yeah, one of those zones that basically seems like hell on earth. (Let’s also not forget that people are trying to run you off the road the whole time because it’s Massachusetts... in the summer.) Once you get to the Porsche dealership, you’re surrounded by nothing but other Porsches. I won’t say it’s eerie, it’s more just like, wow, yeah, look at all these Porsches. Too sexy, too sexy. You walk in and it smells like the air-conditioned leather, verging on nothingness. I was there to get my car serviced, the annual, or yearly, appointment.      But first, you can stop being jealous because it’s not even really my car. I mean of course it isn’t. It’s really my mom’s car because it was my dad’s car, and it was his wish that I have it. It was his mid-life crisis purchase. So really it’s my mom’s car. Once it was relayed to me that my uncle’s girlfriend’s son asked in awe what I did to have a car like that and they must have been a little stumped what to tell him. Like, yeah, I dunno, I don’t really think he does anything. I mean it’s just fuckin really hard to even get semi-coherent responses. You guys know how it is, right? You must. It’s all very embarrassing and frustrating. My new Indian neighbor asked in a very inquisitive tone the other day, in his Indian accent, whose car it was. I had to sheepishly explain it to him, from between our yards. I mean I mostly drive my mother’s old Volvo station wagon, which pretty much epitomizes my life. Not that I’m not grateful.      The woman at the front desk, you could tell that she was over wearing the mask, but she had it on just enough. She seemed like one of those front desk ladies who says in perpetuity when you start to say something, “Just give me a fuckin second here,” while not looking at you. I mean I was wearing my dad’s old LL Bean hiking boots so maybe she thought I was a piece of shit, I dunno. Or maybe I’m just being insecure. But I got the nice t-shirt on, tucked in. I got the nice shorts with the nice, rustic belt. The Nike socks with the swooshes. That plain/classy, classy/plain look. (And just a lil sporty.) I had my nice little military watch on. Regardless, because it’s one of those high-end places they gotta start sucking your balls at some point. Like, they have to. It comes with the lemon water (pun intended). So sooner or later you’ll get your revenge. But then you see the repair bill and you realize what the whole setup is again. The prices make me want to faint. I mean I’m out here, can’t even make enough money to buy a candy bar. It’s tough. I sent all the info to my mom, or The Boss, as I sometimes refer to her, and she texted me, “It’s $800 to replace the horn?” With the blushing/eyes wide open emoji. Had to give her a call after that. It’s always just way easier calling.       Okay, even the guy who got the car for me... he was a younger salesman guy, dressed like a professional but without a tie. Bit of an open collar. Hair gel but not too much. Looked like he worked on his tan. You’re starting to see the picture. One of the saleswomen tasked him to run out in the heat and get the car, after at first he pretended to be busy with something else. I’m pretty sure he must be their bitch but he seemed to have a little bit of a cocky swagger too when he walked by and said hi to me, when I was waiting in the weird little car-port for him to bring the car around. Maybe that’s a projection or something. When he brought the car around and parked it right in front of me, he seemed surprised to discover that it was my car. “Oh, this is your car?” (And, fuck, I swear he wasn’t wearing a mask! If memory serves.) Now maybe it was because the tag on the keychain may have had my mother’s name on it, since it really is her car, or again maybe he just didn’t respect me. It didn’t bother me too much though cuz I knew I could have stomped him out right then and there with my dad’s LL Bean boots. Not that I ever would have. But just knowing, that he and I both knew that. But here’s the part that absolutely killed me... just absolutely killed me... and I swear this is just how it happened: as if by magic, this older black gentleman appeared in his livery, with a mask on, and a little old-fashioned hat, to open the garage door for me. He politely waited next to the button with one hand behind his back. He had some nice gray hair coming out from underneath his hat, but nothing too unkempt, you understand. “Whenever you’re ready, sir,” he said with a little bow. Now the guy’s making money and working a job, fine, but I was... not... comfortable... with this. Had more than half a mind to say, No, let this bitch guy over here open the door for us and let’s you and me get the fuck out of here. But I didn’t. I bowed back at him, tried to sound as gracious as possible, retreated into the car and back out onto madcap Route 1, keeping the top up to hide my shame and block the sun. 

[cheekblush]

DID YOU HAVE FUN AT YOUR CONCERT BBY????💕💕💞💓💗💖💗💓💞💕💕🌸🎀🌸💕💞💕🎀🎀💕💕💓💕🎀💕💘💞💓💓💖💗💘

BECKY I’M SO SORRY FOR SEEING THIS ONLY NOW JDJFBDB YOU’RE SUCH AN ANGEL FOR ASKING OMG I LOVE YOU SO MUCH 😭💘💞🌈💓⛅💖💫💕🎆

okay so the concert!! so much went wrong that day (a bitch missed her flight and had to book a new overpriced one and arrived almost too late 😥) but all of my worries and stress vanished once i got to see dean’s ethereal face!! he’s even more beautiful in real life (i know hard to believe but it’s the absolute truth that boy is STUNNING ⛅🎆💫) his smile is so gorgeous and his eyes are almost pitch black and they’re so sparkly it feels like he has the entire galaxy captured inside of them and just his entire facial features?? he seems so unreal like he’s just too handsome, too attractive to be true.. i still can’t believe i was in the presence of a real life god. his hands are super soft btw!! sarah ( @jimintrbl can u believe she was so affected by dean that she even changed her url ksbdjjsjs) and i got to take a group picture with him (A MESS you can only see dean’s head lmao) and for once in my life i actually had some courage and asked dean for a hug and i’ll never forget his beautiful face when he looked down on me with his precious smile and sparkly eyes and when he leaned over to hug me my heart seriously stopped 💘💘💘 he is soooooooo soft!!! surprisingly he didn’t smell like anything?? he seriously smelled like nothing, it was such a neutral scent but it was so comforting to hug him!?!?!! i really envy anyone who gets to hug him on a daily basis bc that boy gives a+ hugs and i wish i could’ve held him forever but i’ll never forget his soft embrace even tho it only lasted for a few seconds it was life changing! 💞💞💞 now dean is a real cute, shy, awkward bean off stage but on stage????? maaaaaaan that boy went off!!! he was feeling himself so much (and rightfully so he is so goddamn fine 👅💦💥) he was acting so cocky, he poured water over some fans and even fucking body rolled i bet you can imagine how much i lost my mind jsjisbsja. he sounds even better live i really felt like i was listening to an angel sing it was so heavenly 👼💕🌈 btw he’s also a bomb ass rapper!! he did all of the parts from the rappers that are featured on his songs, both english and korean and he performed bermuda triangle all by himself! he really killed it!!!! the crowd was so amazing too thanks to our loud screams and chants dean not only came out for an encore performance but also stayed longer with his dj and saay (a real life goddess if you don’t know her pls check her out she’s so talented and she twerked right at our faces i feel so blessed) and just partied with us while his dj was playing some hot tracks!! dean sang along to drake’s “blem” and even danced to big sean’s “moves” (the cutest lil shimmy i ever witnessed!!) honestly it was so amazing, everyone was having so much fun and was so carefree and you could see how much dean was enjoying himself! he and saay were hyping each other up so much it was so adorable sarah and i are convinced that they’re dating 👀👀👀 so in conclusion it was a once in a lifetime experience and it was worth all the misfortune and trouble i had to go through bc not only did i get to see one of the most beautiful men to ever grace this world (do it for dean 2k17 is my biggest motto this year) but i also got to meet my baby girl sarah for the very first time and spend almost three unforgettable days with her 🌈💕👼💞💫💗🎆💓⛅💖💐💝🍓💟🍭