#this got... i dont even know lmao

[rigginsstreet]

53. “Who crawls through someone’s window at 4am to go for ice cream?!”

Harringrove! only if you wanna! 💙

there's a heatwave in hawkins. one of those overbearingly humid nights where you kick the sheets off your bed and can't even think about wearing clothes without developing systems of heatstroke.

steve's been tossing and turning all night, relishing in the occasional few seconds of breeze that comes sweeping in through his open window every now and then.

it does absolutely nothing. he needs to invest in a fan since his dad refuses to turn on the ac to an acceptable temperature to combat the heat. "when you pay your own bills, you can do what you want to the thermostat, steven."

honestly, what was the point of having money if you were going to be this stingy with it?

he flops onto his back with a huff, staring up at the ceiling. contemplates diving headfirst into his pool despite the odd hour. and barb's death still lingering under the surface...

a bang comes from beside his window in that moment, like some fucked up cosmic timing to emphasize the terror steve still feels sometimes being in his own house.

but he's willing to brush it off as an odd neighborhood sound until he sees a shadow figure peaking above the windowsill...crawling into his room...stumbling over his table creating all sorts of his noise he's sure his parents will wake up to and-

"fucking- god dammit, what the fuck!"

steve's spine relaxes when he realizes it's just billy. but only a little.

"what the hell are you doing?" steve whisper-shouts, getting up on his knees and leaning over to peak at billy sprawled on his bedroom floor. he looks over his shoulder to his door, makes sure his parents aren't on their way over to ream him a new one for all the commotion.

"you always sleep in your skivvies, pretty boy?" billy laughs, still on his back, looking up at steve.

steve looks down at himself, realizes he's in just a pair of tighty-whities. fucking great. whatever. not like he and hargrove haven't seen each other in less, what with sharing the school showers... and maybe steve's bed. and the backseat of the beamer. and any other place they can sneak off to for a quick fuck now that they're... not dating, but definitely sleeping together with more frequency than they do anyone else. whatever that means.

"what are you doing here, billy?" steve asks, more annoyed now. scoots back on his bed while the other boy grabs onto the edge to hoist himself up.

he looks good, the bastard. in cut off denim shorts and that stupid everlast crop that haunts steve's dreams.

"if you're looking to get laid, forget it. it's too hot for that shit."

"that's the perfect time to do it," billy grins. and steve can only tell because billy angles just right that the moonlight glints off one of canines. an entirely different monster steve needs to be worried about.

"not here for that, anyway," billy says after steve lets a moment pass in annoyed silence. "let's go get ice cream."

steve balks. checks the alarm clock by his bed to make sure it's exactly what time he thinks it is. "who crawls through someone's window at 4 am to go for ice cream?!"

"someone who just smoked a joint and has the munchies, and has a fuck buddy with the keys to an ice cream shop he works at."

oh, he's really lost his fucking mind.

"i am not breaking into the mall- my job - because you have a hankering for ice cream in the dead of night!"

"i'll suck your dick after..." billy states, like he's negotiating prices down at a flea market.

steve groans. doesn't want to think about the person he's become as he gets out of bed and throws clothes on.

-

"if i get fired, i'm taking your lifeguard checks for the rest of the summer," steve grumbles as he lets them in through the back entrance of the mall.

"if you get fired, you can spend the rest of the summer admiring my glorious, god-like physique at the pool for free," billy quips back, pushing past steve into the back halls of the mall.

"i can't stand you," steve mutters under his breath, following billy anyway.

it's a short walk down to the back entrance of scoop's. it takes steve a second to find his key, and just as he hears the lock click, there's a loud creaking from the other end of the hall that spooks him, has him opening the door and shoving billy inside, crowding him in on the wall behind the door, hand to his mouth to keep him from making noise.

steve keeps his eyes on the door, waiting for it to open and for them to get caught and this whole night to go to shit because he was too horny, apparently, to say no billy fucking hargrove, and-

he jolts back when something warm and wet licks up his palm. realizes it's billy and looks at his hand in disgust. "that's so fucking gross!"

"well stop acting like a paranoid baby and get me my damn rocky road! you're killing my buzz, harrington!"

steve wants to fight him. the urge may be worse than the night at the byers'.

billy shoves past him, going straight to the large walk in freezer.

"no, yeah, help yourself, why not."

steve sits at the table in the break room and waits for billy to come back out with a pint of rocky road that's definitely coming out of steve's paycheck, so. thanks for that one, william.

billy takes a seat on the table just next to where steve's been resting his head on his hand, the early morning hour finally getting to him.

"shit tastes so much better when you're high," billy says - moans, really. stirs a little something in steve's pants, has him feeling more awake, at least.

"you know i do actually have to work here tomorrow."

billy shrugs, scarfing down a spoonful of ice cream. "just make that lesbian you work with cover for you."

"what lesbia- robin?!" steve sits up straighter now. "she's not a lesbian!" he scoffs. "you think just because you're gay everyone else is."

billy fixes him with a pointed look like steve's missing the point of something. says "mhm..." and goes back to his ice cream.

whatever.

steve goes back to trying to get some semblance of rest while billy finishes off his late night snack, but is interrupted by a glob of melted ice cream hitting his cheek, only to be quickly licked off by his b&e partner.

steve swipes at his cheek with the back of his hand. "ew, come on man, what the fu-"

"all done with my ice cream," billy announces proudly, slamming the pint down on the table. "i believe a blowjob is owed, and i am a man of my word..."

billy puts his foot on steve's chair in the space between his legs, pushing him back so there's enough space for billy to climb down off the table and fall to his knees at steve's feet.

he didn't think the blowjob would be here, but... hell. why not add one more crime to tonight's festivities.

"better make it worth it, hargrove."

and when billy grins this time, steve gets the full effect in the overhead florescent lighting of the ice cream shop.

"when do i ever disappoint?"

[hellspawnmotel]

epsilons

[fascinationstreetmp3]

I have what you're looking for. High quality. Befitting a man of my tastes. I have a room over on Divisadero, not too far a walk.

[rbtlvr]

anyways. loop. they j. they literally lost everything they lost EVERYTHING their name their face their body their family their world. literally every single thing they had except a single silver coin. the only thing the ONLY thing they have left of who they used to be

they thought they were free after years of knowing without a doubt there was no future for them. knowing all there was for eternity was the same few hours was watching everyone left in their world die in front of them was failing and failing and failing and failing and failing with no end ever ever ever and entirely completely and utterly alone

and they finally got a glimpse of hope they finally WON theyd finally get to be free and have a future and move forward and experience new things and live

and then all of it was yanked away before they could even process it. and they just wanted help they just wanted something

and instead!!! they were forced to be that help for someone else instead. someone who got every single thing they lost. their name their face their body their family their world and the help they begged for on top of it all

and despite that, despite all of that, even when they were so so angry even when they were seething with jealousy they still helped, they still did everything they could so that this siffrin wouldnt have to suffer like they did

they helped make things easier for siffrin. they helped make things go quicker for siffrin. they helped keep siffrin from losing his mind. they reminded siffrin of their friends names. they reminded siffrin that he was real, that he was here with them

and when it came down to it, even after siffrin cursed them, even after siffrin burned every bridge they had, even after siffrin made it clear they wanted nothing to do with them anymore, they talked to siffrins family. the family they lost. the family they gave up when they became this. the family it hurts to even look at, much less talk to. the family that didnt recognize them, didnt remember them. for siffrins sake. so he wouldnt make the same mistake they did. so he wouldnt turn into them

and then and then and then. even when all of that jealousy and anger and grief boiled over and they lashed out they couldnt bring themself to really hurt siffrin. even if they won they couldnt bring themself to kill them. even after everything, even as theyre fading away, one of the last things they do is help siffrin still, making him promise to talk to the others, not to bottle things up anymore

and after all of that. they still dont believe they deserve thanks. they still cant accept that theyre important. even after everything they did, after everything they lost, after all the ways they helped and all the times they were kind when they didnt have to be. i feel ill

[toast-in-a-cowboy-hat]

Someone asks what W.BG is about, I just hand them this

[doekimakura]

I want to believe he starts off a stick of a twink and beefed up overtime so he can become 'more presentable' when standing beside FLKR. Yknow. Like a good secretary.

[faunandfloraas]

Really love this thing where I post a not even particularly strong opinion only to get an ask acting like im stopping anyone from feeling differently. I didn't actually know I had all that power! kinda thought this was my blog and I was just chatting on my own personal post or something 🤔

[wraithsoutlaws]

do you think there is any elitism regarding tattoo application in cyberpunk? cause we see v's tattoo being applied automatically by a ripperdoc but i have to assume that tattoo artist is still a job, if even a dying one that's slowly being replaced by machines. like even today we see artists fighting for their work and the integrity of art in general versus ai, and i know in the tattoo community there have been similar things happening re: robotics/automated application within the last few years (look up BlackDot tattoo) and i just want to know what that community is like in 2077. there must still be old school corner tattoo shops right??

[nabaath-areng]

I have way too many alts that I keep to myself (which is why I generally refrain from posting them), but I'm going to ignore that habit for a moment just because I'm feeling particularly insane about this guy.

[ganondoodle]

the closer we get to arcanes finale the more worried i am bc so often .. if not always .. things i like end in a way that i dislike so much it ruins everything else for me

and im so worried they pull a 'this is a multiverse' thing bc then they can say every skin is somehow canon bc its all different universes you seeeeee and jayce went mad bc he lived through all of them or something, or force it to end in a way that makes the champions end up like they are in game- Vi is a shitty cop, Jinx is just heehoo craycray bc xyz etc

[toast-in-a-cowboy-hat]

Y'all get a Michael collage today

[comas-are-for-sleeping]

The false angel and the changling

reference images and an extra under the cut ;)

the wing was so fucking hard i made this and it actually helped so much lmao. but i couldnt just let it rot in procreate </3

(and yeah i changed the orientation of the second one a little. i really wanted oliver to be in the center of the shot)

[specialtysacrifice]

If macden were to actually happen I'd want it to happen in a way that it's not actually happening. Like, the joke was that Mac was gay and didn't know it. That Mac and Dennis were/are in a committed open relationship without knowing it. That Dennis is very obviously ignoring some blaring signs, but doesnt know it. That's been the joke with their identites and relationship through the whole show.

Mac is gay, someone points it out, he gets weird about it, then represses the shit outta it and pretends like thats not what it is. They're in a relationship, someone points it out, they get weird for a bit, but they repress repress repress so they can still do what they're doing without having to actually deal with it. That's the joke right?

So if macden were to go cannon it'd have to be "subtle", like, to them. It would be very very obvious to literally everyone else. Thats the joke. A scheme - that was purely their own ideas, no one pushed them into it - got them sleeping in the same bed. Out of his own want, Dennis vibrated Macs ass with remote anal beads. For months. If it happens, a scheme is gonna get them to kiss and a scheme is gonna get them to fuck. And it looks like it'll be their own damn fault too.

[ugartecoco]

that press conference lmao harry being the levelheaded one and speaking facts while theres ruben next to him just clapping back at the reporters im crying

[aestian]

look at my perfect even weft boy

[rhapsoddity]

ive done the evil art challege (do the opposite of what ppl on twt think ur style is) and uh

CODFATHER TIME