...I Have Honestly Never Thought About This As A Meaning And I Am Quite Disappointed In Myself For Not

He perfect. He pure and beautiful. He deserves the best or fight me.

JUST LET ME BE.

Today I randomly discovered these pigeons and OF COURSE I needed to draw Billy in similar form (and I drew him in his 3rd form that exists but I never use lolol)

(it's a stupid doodle I made during work but I still thought it was too cute to pass on it)

"tbh we might have clowned on [aros & aces] a lil too harshly" bigotry. the term you're looking for is bigotry. denying communities their vocabulary and ability to safely exist because you think you're the personal arbiter of which identities are "valid" is bigotry. minimizing and infantilizing and harassing entire groups of people based on their orientation is bigotry. aphobia isn't some forgettable phase of being cringe as a teenager, it's bigotry that inflicted long term damage to these communities.

Now I can't stop imagining:

Steve, the hopeless romantic that he is, trying to woo over Billy with things he thinks Billy might like. Shit like, trying to compliment him through his car's colour or sporty remarks during training. Of course it doesn't work the way Steve wants. Robin, Jonathan maybe even Nancy trying to help him, getting information or trying to give advice on what may or may not work and that really just drives Steve crazy!

Billy slowly gets enamoured by Steve. Not because of these absolutely terrible ideas and horrific flirt attempts themselves, but by this sheer passion and dedication, that Steve has been trying for MONTHS at this point. He had chances alone with Billy, but he denied because he wanted it for the long run not short fun.

At some point Steve just says "fuck it, nothing else worked! I already embarrassed myself enough, what's a little more!" And then just reverts back to his hopeless romantic gestures. Robin tried to hold him back: don't do it Steve, it's too direct! It's way too cheesy! But He just went, fuck it! Then so be it! Writes a cheesy af poem, slides it into his locker, along with a single dark red rose tapped to the door, with which he invites him onto a date where Steve goes all out: compliments, chivalry, cheesy pick-up lines, he cooks, then a stroll through the forest behind his house at twilight hour and lastly movie night with some mean salted caramel popcorn! Steve never thought Billy would say yes so fast and Billy never thought someone could be this perfect.

BOOM!! Wrap it up!! *mic drop*

Maybe I'll write it

Billy Hargrove fandom doesn't talk enough about him being a secret romantic, as implied by Dacre in that one interview where he talked about Billy wanting a date under the stars. Like, I can't imagine he'd just pull that shit with some random hookup unless he REALLY wanted in their pants, but with someone he has genuine feelings for and felt like he could trust? I think he'd be very romantic, do all the sappy shit they might assume he'd hate.

Steve isn’t prepared for how happy Billy is when he finally moves out of Cherry Lane.

Oh there are dark days. Days when the clouds have no lining, silver or otherwise. But there’s joy too, breathless joy.

Billy buys a new earring, giggling like a kid when he puts it on in the mirror. They make breakfast for dinner and he grins like a loon, eating with his mouth full and grossing Steve out. Billy laughs in bed, doesn’t take it all so serious anymore.

Billy reads comic books, it turns out. Or he always would have, if it wasn’t for babies. Steve finds him arguing with Dustin over the counter at the family video, throwing around words like power fantasy and Magneto, like he was born to be a nerd.

Billy grabs happiness with two hands, and it makes Steve want a little more of that joy in his own life. He starts running out to the ice cream truck. He kisses Billy sticky sweet by the pool, where he swims for the first time since that horrible night. Billy being happy makes him happier, makes him want happiness more.

“I love you, Blue,” He whispers at night when Billy finally uncurls from his tight spiral and sleeps starfish-style on their bed.

“Love you too, Bambi,” Billy grumbles. “Make me so fuckin’ happy.”

I just want a fic where Danny and Jason are just fucking laughing so hard they’re wheezing and bawling as they make death jokes while everyone else is SO uncomfortable

Like they’re full on cackling like Danny will say “We’re not allowed in certain rooms”

Jason will b like ‘what rooms’

Danny will say ‘living rooms’

And they both start dying (metamorphically) of laughter slapplin the counter crying while dick is trying real hard not to shatter the mug in his hands with a constipated expression that rivals Bruce’s a seat away from him (+bonus points if the joke is something that is on the verge of being utterly lame like a near science pun)

(I dunno if a lot of people will see this post but if you do please I’m begging you add a death joke guys please it would be so funny)

can someone please get these hoes under control i'm BUSY