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voidvoidvoidvoidvo · 7 months
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mcbride · 2 years
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Chris Perfetti as JACOB HILL with GRITTY ABBOTT ELEMENTARY 📚 2.01 Development Day
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4belphie · 1 year
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sherlockig · 6 months
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biillyhargroves · 2 years
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(kind of a continuation of this)
Neil walking into Billy’s hospital room only to find Steve and Eddie already there, carefully tending to Billy, whispering to each other as Billy dozes, making sure his blankets are arranged properly and IV lines aren’t tangled. Their touches are too knowing, too intimate, and they even steal a chaste kiss before noticing that Neil is there.
He doesn’t say a word, but his face is beet red.
The boys are silent, too — too stunned, too scared to say anything. They’d been so good about sneaking around; they know Neil’s schedule, the regular hours he deigns to check in on his son. Sure, he drops in unexpectedly from time to time, to chew out the nurses or harass the case worker or argue with the doctors, but Steve and Eddie knew the signs, knew how to play it off if Neil spotted them milling about. Today? Today they’ve been caught off guard, and just watch as Neil’s face contorts into something monstrous. He drops the cup of coffee he’d been holding, cream and sugar seeping across the floor tiles. He crushes the waxy paper cup beneath his boot as he storms out.
Neil doesn’t come back after that.
There is a single phone call to the social worker assigned to Billy Hargrove, informing her in no uncertain terms that the boy is on his own. He’s eighteen now, for Christ’s sake. He wants to fuck around with men, throw away the white picket fence future Neil swore up and down he was preparing him for? So fucking be it. Neil wasn’t going to stick around to watch, refuses to bear witness, and he certainly wasn’t going to hold the purse strings, fund whatever unsavory lifestyle that boy (he wouldn’t even call Billy his, all but disowned him as a son, abandoned him for good right then and there) insisted on living.
The news is not shocking. In fact, Steve and Eddie think that this might be the best case scenario. Billy is in no more pain than he was before Neil walked through the door — physically, at least. He’d been uncharacteristically quiet when the social worker told him, had remained withdrawn throughout the day. When Steve asked him what was wrong, Billy only shrugged and said, “Hurts more than I thought, I guess.”
Eddie had tucked Billy’s hair behind his ear, kissed his temple, and then his cheek, and then his lips before nuzzling his head against Billy’s shoulder. At his other side, Steve squeezed his hand. Billy nestled between them, pressed himself against them both, let them gently envelop him with arms mindful of all the tubes and wires still bunched and tangled around him.
Of course, the government, in its desperation to cover up the secret Russian infiltration of Hawkins, has been footing Billy’s hospital bills, and Billy has been stashing away every check he’s earned at the pool over the summer. Financially, Neil’s leaving hasn’t fucked him over as much Billy is sure his father hoped it would. And Eddie and Steve, they make sure he wants for nothing, anticipate his needs before they even crop up. Max still stops by, sneaking out of the house to see him, snarking and teasing in that sisterly way that makes things feel a little bit normal. He’ll be alright.
Wayne Munson, though, is perhaps the most surprising addition to Billy’s unexpectedly emancipated life. He swings by with Eddie sometimes, sure. But sometimes he’ll stop in by himself, before or after a shift, or even when Eddie is in school, “just to check in.” He even moves Billy into the trailer when he’s finally discharged, no questions asks. He helps spring the Camaro free of the junkyard that Neil condemned it to. He does all the fatherly things he can think to do to help Billy get back on his feet, because he might not get what’s going on between his nephew and Billy and the Harrington kid, but he knows that it doesn’t change a thing about how he looks at Eddie. If Neil Hargrove can’t shove through that thick skull of his and step up for his boy, Wayne has no problem doing it instead. And if Eddie loves both of these boys? Hell, Wayne loves them, too.
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snallavanta · 11 months
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brightest ray of sunshine
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dani-r · 2 years
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When your worstie has eldritch control of your hand.
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starmonsterrr · 4 months
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Merry halloween
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dcbutinamrev · 8 months
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Told y’all I was gonna draw him
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starbuck · 6 months
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is ur username because of the greatest character in american literature: first mate starbuck? my best boy starbuck? has a coffee chain named after him because pequod was shot down starbuck? the nantucket quaker with a small son and the voice of reason starbuck?
it’s actually because of battlestar galactica
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Animal Control 1x8 | Community 1x2
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car-toons · 2 years
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I’m so sorry for this cursed image…
But I felt compelled to do so after finding out good ole Gabe is going by the name “monarch” now in Season 5.
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markcampbells · 10 months
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Hello hello, for one of those fic mini prompts?
29. things you said in the rain
Uhh I blanked on every pairing ever, but Cloud and anyone. Not necessarily romantic, of course >:)
I feel like it speaks to who I am as a person that I went to open my inbox and had this moment of I bet I wrote them an entire fill for the wrong prompt because that would be the kind of thing I would do.
So I ended up writing this for @romancingbarret week because this fandom has so many theme weeks and why not try something I hadn't before! Without further ado:
“I screwed up,” he says finally, and Barret chuckles again. “Yeah. Wondered how long it’d take you to admit that.” Cloud shoves a hand through his hair in frustration. “Was hoping to get some advice, if you could spare it.” “I’m a hell of a person to ask advice from, kid. But I have been married, so maybe you’ve come to about as right a place as you’re gonna get.” With the geostigma cured and everything starting to settle, Cloud and Barret have a talk in the healing rain.
Some queer platonic Cloud and Barret emotional support and cuddling, because who didn't need a hug after everything that went down in Advent Children?
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xthescarletbitch · 2 years
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kassandra + xenia being cute ♡
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ineloquent-tumbling · 3 months
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Instructor: While this modifying phrase is misplaced, there’s little risk of misinterpretation because we don’t use the pronoun “it” for people.
Me, appearing from nowhere to queer my grammar course: Actually, I know several people who use it/its pronouns. 😊
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