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finally finished my iban spidersona!

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Spider boiz art

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i love this character so much. id love to see them at the lowest point of their life

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It should 100% be illegal for companies to make you give them your payment information when you sign up for a free trial version of their product. It is not necessary and there is no good fucking reason for them to do it. It’s blatantly just so they can steal forgetful customers’ money.

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personality test. is it acceptable to sleep in a hoodie/sweats

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Had to label the old trash barrels so the collectors would know to take them

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Martin Scorsese's daughter showed him the meme. He's aware

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The weirdest guy I ever met in a church was this boy who referred to “Buzz Aldrin and his husband” going to the moon. I was completely baffled, and when I asked if he’d misspoken, he got really angry and accused me of being deliberately ignorant of the facts. It turned out that he was somehow comvinced that Buzz Aldrin and Neil Armstrong were married. It took five Wikipedia articles to convince him otherwise.

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WHAT TF IS THIS RABBIT HOLE

hey who was going to tell me that that one niche metal band that split up in 2018 all became pro sports players????

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these guys

are now these guys

hey who was going to tell me that that one niche metal band that split up in 2018 all became pro sports players????

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hey who was going to tell me that that one niche metal band that split up in 2018 all became pro sports players????

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Despite all outward appearances, Billy Hargrove is…

Sensitive.

But you didn’t hear it from Steve Harrington. Or Max Mayfield. Or Jane Hopper. You didn’t hear it at all. Ever. From anyone.

You fuckin’ got that?

Can’t go ruining a guy’s reputation, after all. If anyone found out that Billy fucking Hargrove was the kinda guy who got his feelings hurt whenever Steve’s tone seemed a little off it’d be over. No one would ever be afraid of him again.

And it’s not like - look, it’s not like he enjoys people being terrified of him (he does), it’s just that it’s way easier to get folks to leave you the fuck alone if you come off like a raging maniac who’ll put his knuckles through someone’s jaw before he can demand an apology for the way you were staring at him. That’s all.

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steve doesn’t really get what hargrove’s deal is.

he’s just, like, waiting for him in his car after school, doing absolutely nothing wrong at all, when hargrove wrenches the door open. almost pulls it off its hinges, fuming like he picked a fight with the world and got knocked down before the first round was over.

and to think that steve went as far as throwing a foreigner tape in the player, because it’s the only music he owns that hargrove barely tolerates. barely.

point is, steve’s done nothing wrong, but hargrove still growls at him, the second his back hits the seat, ‘we need to talk.’

‘oh. right,’ steve says, because he knows exactly what we need to talk means. he’s already calculating all the detours he’ll have to take from now on to avoid every memory-stained spot.

it’s a bummer. hawkins isn’t nearly big enough for a heartbreak.

nothing happens for a bit. hargrove’s silent next to him, eyes fixed straight ahead like he’s hoping for some divine intervention to get him out of this particular pickle. it’s almost funny, how uncomfortable he looks. deserves it, though. that’ll teach him to go around breaking people’s hearts.

eventually, he barks, ‘not fuckin’ here, obviously,’ and then adds, softer and a beat too late, ‘just. drive, will you?’ and spends the rest of the drive gripping the edge of his seat.

it’s a shame. steve really loves that tape. too bad he’ll never listen to foreigner again.

the second steve pulls up by the lake he’ll spend the rest of his life avoiding, hargrove fishes his pack out of his pocket. he plucks a cigarette out, but his hands are shaking so much it gets sucked into the black hole under the seat. maybe steve will find it, months later, and store it away as a keepsake of the day billy hargrove broke his heart.

‘jesus christ,’ hargrove mutters, fingers drumming a wild rhythm on his knees. ‘let’s make something clear. i’m being real nice, telling you this. i don’t have to.’

the alternative would be to get cold-shouldered without a heads-up, presumably. honestly, hargrove’s being very honorable, breaking up with him face to face. steve should be grateful.

plenty of time for that. he can be grateful after tearing the shirt hargrove left at his place a month ago to ribbons.

hargrove, who mumbles something, and rolls his eyes when steve frowns at him. then. then, he says, quietly, ‘okay, fuck. okay. i’m gonna be in love with you. real soon.’

the screeching sounds must be in steve’s head, because the engine’s off. can’t have a crash if the car’s not moving, right?

blinking at hargrove, who’s currently chewing his thumbnail and avoiding steve’s eyes, steve says, ‘come again?’

hargrove scoffs. ‘absolutely not. god, why did i think you’d be even remotely cool about this?’

steve would genuinely like to know, since, historically, he’s never been cool about anything, ever. ‘you—what,’ he says instead, ‘what the fuck, billy. who announces they will be in love with someone? nobody does that.’

‘i do,’ hargrove snaps back, defensive in a way he has no right to be. ‘and it’s a warning.’

things are moving at breakneck speed, and, honestly, steve just needs everything to stop for a second, so he can start catching up. ‘a warning,’ he repeats, ‘what for?’

‘so you can get out,’ hargrove mutters, shrugging, and suddenly. steve knows exactly what’s going on.

‘before it’s too late, you mean. before you. before you fall in love with me.’

hargrove shrugs again, staring at the lake ahead. ‘’s only fair.’

‘right,’ steve says, nodding even though hargrove still won’t look at him. ‘in this scenario, do i dump you before or after telling you i’ve been in love with you for a month?’

at that, hargrove whips his head up. finally. ‘what the fuck, harrington. why didn’t you say anything?’

‘uh. you just kidnapped me to tell me you’re not in love with me yet.’

‘means i will be.’

it’s infuriating, actually, that he’s got a point. steve rolls his eyes, and then shuts hargrove up with his mouth, objectively the most effective way to keep him from doing something stupid. when hargrove whimpers at the back of his throat, steve swallows it. all in all, it’s a good kiss. a really good kiss.

‘how long will it take, do you think?’ steve asks, when hargrove lets him pull back. they’re both skirting breathlessness, and smiling like idiots about it. ‘like, how soon are we talking here?’

hargrove blushes up to his ears. ‘shut up, okay?’ he says, and then, ‘soon, like, a couple of months ago.’

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For your consideration (or just your enjoyment)

Two trust fund kids who've been snarking at each other from across the golf lawn whenever their dads meet at the country club, have been secretly fucking in random supply closets and at parties for way too long and are this close to driving off into the sunset together😊 (Billy also both loves and hates that his dog adores Steve)

Steve finds Machete at three in the morning, seven blocks from the Hargrove house, practically across town. She's shaking, stubby tail wagging hard, happy to see a familiar face. Steve is definitely choking up.

Steve feeds her half the organic pumpkin treats he has in his tupper ware, saving the rest for when he gets to Billy's place to prove that yes, he did make them and yes, old Machete does like his cooking.

Steve enters the gate's code and when it beeps and flashes red, Steve's stomach drops. The code's been changed for the third time this month. Billy won't be coming out of his room because he can't.

Steve parks his car, gets Machete and picks her up, a couple treats in his pocket in case he has to bribe her. He huffs it to the left side of the hedge fencing, finds his way to the hidden gate through touch and unlocks it with the spare key Billy gave him years ago when Steve finally got it out of Billy what kind of person Neil Hargrove can be.

Steve picks up a pine cone. Throws it perfectly at Billy's second floor bedroom window. Steve could try to carry Machete up there, but he'd rather not dig the hole he's in any further.

Billy cracks his window open, then he's scrambling down to the lawn in nothing but a pair of sweatpants.

Steve sets Machete down and lets her and Billy have their run to each other and reunite moment. Feels a little left out. Wants to be the one to nestle in Billy's arms after five hours out on the streets, yelling out Machete and having to explain to a patrol car Machete is a dog and Steve had nothing to do with naming her.

Billy's eyes are swollen red, glassy and getting glassier at the sight of Machete. He sweeps her up into his arms and tries his best to pretend he isn't crying as he attempts to wipe his eyes off on his bare shoulders.

"You found her." Billy rasps out, peeking out from her fluffy fur.

"I told you I would."

"Yeah, but." But.

But Steve has said a lot of things. But Steve still hasn't come out to his parents. But Steve still says Billy is just a friend. But Steve promised to call Billy back and then didn't.

Steve kneels on the ground next to Billy, wraps his arm around his trembling broad shoulders. He kisses the side of Billy's head. Ruffles Machete's fur between her shoulders. Wipes a new trail of tears from Billy's cheek.

"Kinda late to be giving her a bath." Steve says.

Billy chuckles wetly, loops his arm around the back of Steve's neck and pulls him in for a kiss. The Kiss.

A light floods the backyard.

"My dad's gonna kill me." Billy says.

"Not if I kill him first?"

Billy's grin brings the sunrise and they run back to Steve's car - Billy barefoot and half naked carrying Machete, and Steve with his pockets full of organic pumpkin dog treats.

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Buddie 413 meta

Buck talking make-up with the bridezilla is the kind of ‘secure in his masculinity’ content that I fucking love 911 for. And even though Eddie makes a face (he’s on teasing boyfriend duty), right after that he basically continues along the same line of helping the bride, by pointing out she’ll have her veil to help disguise what happened. I love the lack of panic over discussing make-up and bridal veils, plus the way Buddie naturally complement each other.

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Also, the mother of the bridezilla talking about being too lenient with her made me grin. A small wink at Buck and Eddie’s exchange over what is “too much discipline” that we saw in 410? ;) Might be a coincidence, but it’s still a fun little throwback to Buddie’s parental discipline banter.

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David hanging out with Michael and his kids, being a part of their custom to play games together (since we learn this isn’t a new thing) reminded me of how Buck is a part of Eddie and Christopher’s game nights, as seen in 309 and 403. This small parallel made me so happy. Buddie are BOYFRIENDS, confirmed (yet again). Oh, but Michael wants both David, his boyfriend, and Bobby, his best friend, to be there in order for this to be complete. Buddie don’t need anyone else there during Buddifer game nights, because they are both. And isn’t that a part of what makes Buddie so special? How many other same-sex canon ships have we gotten to see on screen who are built as both? I think it’s a part of why we want to see them become canon so much…

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Another small touch that I liked was the glimpse of Eddie’s St. Christopher necklace in the dinner scene. Honestly, it’s such a nice touch of continuity and it also reminds us what a great dad he is, which fits how naturally he goes above and beyond the call of duty when helping out Charlie.

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It’s an interesting shot when Carla comes back and they celebrate her birthdays together. When she comes in through the door, Eddie and Chris hug her, but Ana is left to the side. That’s understandable, Carla doesn’t know Ana much at this point. The camera didn’t have to linger on Ana outside of this circle of love and connectedness, however, and yet it did. Then at the dinner table, we see Ana physically connected to Chris, but not to Eddie. This leads to the way Eddie talks about her to Carla. It’s “nice” and “easy”. But that’s not necessarily love. Especially this early on in a relationship, love gives you butterflies in your stomach and makes you nervous. It makes you buzzingly uncomfortable in your own skin in that good way of being hyper-aware of someone else’s presence and of everything between the two of you, because everything matters. It’s challenging and makes you gulp because you want this thing so much. And Carla picks up on the fact that something’s lacking, telling Eddie to make sure he’s following his own heart and not just staying with Ana for Christopher’s sake. The look Eddie gets after that is even more telling than Carla’s words that she is, in fact, completely right. It all paints a picture that tells us Eddie’s at the start of realizing he’s with Ana for the wrong reason…

(meta and gifs for THAT SCENE under the cut to save your dashboards)

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Tell me this isn’t basically their dynamic