My Turn!!

one of my favorite little details (that i really hope was intentional). so the melon already draws attention to itself by being the only fruit, but then having a cauliflower next to it??

melon + cauliflower = meloncauli = mr melancholy

ITS APRIL 13 YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS

FETCH ME NEIL

trying to be better about using this website for it's intended use of blogging, and not just lurking. but without fail i post one or two things then go MIA for a month and a half. sigh.

one of these days i will be consistent!

saw this beautiful post about a billy steve height diff and it got me thinking:

Imagine Billy, utterly infuriated that Harrington is even slightly taller than him. Sure, the difference is only an inch, but if anything that makes it worse for Billy. Because now he's *almost* there, but not quite. Even with his everyday biker boots he doesn't surpass Harrington. It would honestly be better if Steve was a solid three or four inches taller, than it wouldn't even be a point of contention. But a single inch? Billy would stew in anger about this for months.

Then one day, he rolls up to school with- cowboy boots? Everyone's looking at him kind of funny, because what business does Mr. California have wearing fucking cowboy boots? As if Billy gives a shit, he swaggers up to Steve with this shit eating grin, and that's when it clicks. The substantial heel of these new boots bumps Billy's height up an inch past Steve. Steve is in speechless, he didn't realize heights even mattered past junior high.

But Billy is so damn proud of himself for this stunt, he doesn't even care that these boots cost him a quarter of his paycheck. He's technically 'besting' Steve, and that's all that really matters to this guy.

Steve will never hesitate to use "you're one inch shorter" card.

Billy ends up not waiting till Monday, trying to strangle him on Sunday.

good day gay people on my computer,

i have been on a splendid european vacation for the last week or so but i am pleased to say that i am back in my home in bumfuck USA which is like. sigh. i will mourn you forever, efficient public transit. but also hooray! because now i have time to write! i have also received TWO more bingo cards in my inbox, a harringrove summer themed bingo, as well as a steddie themed bingo! so stay tuned for more stranger things nonsense from me! also maybe some photos from europe? or a little blog post about it bc i had much fun.

ok adios kiddos, xoxo

finally posting this fic! woo! 

a classic friends to lovers with a little bit of angst and a lotta bit of sexual tension. but not to worry, there's a happy ending, im not that evil..

not to incite ship wars in my comments, but you can always tell which ship is "loosing" based on who is meaner on the internet. like, one tag will be full of light and positivity and love and all things joyful.

then the "loosing" ship tags will be full of #antiXYZ and flat out mean and hateful and patronizing things!!! and it makes me cackle. ship discourse is just so... interesting.

finals are finally over and i've moved back home for the summer, which means i have more time to put more of my blorbos into even more situations. yippie.

Steve’s hand brushed Billy’s as he handed the cigarette back to him. He was surprised he even showed up to prom, he never thought he’d see Billy Hargrove in anything other than skin tight jeans but here he was in a surprisingly well fitted black suit.

And here they were. On the back steps of the school, sharing a cigarette. Another thing Steve would have never guessed would happen in a million years. 

“Pretty boy like you should have a date.” 

“I did. We didn’t click.” 

Billy hummed, bringing the yellow filter up to his lips and taking a deep breath, letting his eyes flutter shut as acid smoke filled around his lungs. 

“Why’d you always call me that?”

He raised an eyebrow, opening his eyes and turning his head to face Steve, gently blowing the smoke into his face. 

“Asshole-” Steve muttered but continued, “pretty boy, why do you always call me pretty boy?”

“I mean I know you aren’t the sharpest tool in the shed but I thought that one was self explanatory.” 

Steve looked at him unimpressed, clearly needing this to be spelled out. Billy rolled his eyes at him.

“You’re pretty.” 

“Right, my bad for expecting a real answer out of you.” 

“That is the real answer.”

Billy looked away, taking a quick drag before elaborating. 

“You’re just, pretty, I suppose. Not many guys are pretty.” 

There was a moment of quiet and Billy swore he heard Steve’s heart beating next to him. Then again, it could have been his own.

“Oh. Well, thanks. I guess.” 

“My pleasure, pretty boy.” 

eric kripke from behind the camera watching jensen and misha do whatever kinda fucked up shit he's gonna make them do on the boys s5