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it’s so surreal when a post combines my interests

Saw x Trolls

Chainshipping if they were cool

IT’S NOT ‘PEEKED’ MY INTEREST

OR ‘PEAKED’

BUT PIQUED

‘PIQUED MY INTEREST’

THIS HAS BEEN A CAPSLOCK PSA

can someone write a saw thanksgiving special fic where everyone airs each others shit out at the dinner table like in gossip girl… please and thank you

kirk and spock in their fancy outfits from “return of the archons”. this is so old but i made a promise today that i would start posting again so hello to all of my favorite people i love you endlessly

SO GORGEOUS i love illustrators dude they’re so talented<3

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need to read a fanfic that is so sickeningly sweet, so devastatingly sad, and filled with such gut wrenching angst that it makes all of my bones immobile and leaves me bed ridden for at least 5 days.

greg gay dad chekovs gun

south park boys in my style!

i’m back in my south park phase…

rip dr leonard mccoy you would love the twitter babygirl edits being made about you

some closeups from my previous post (the babies)

every time i see these on screen my primal urges take over and i say “mmm gummy dinner”

is it just my autism or do these cubes look really delicious?

more star trek doodles cause i love these goobers

happy birthday mr spock (boo bear boo boo baby)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24903904/chapters/60262600#workskin

oh baby have i got something for you. i read this one a few years back so i’m not sure how it ends but they go on an away game and billy and steve are forced to share a room (with one bed ofc)

Billy & Steve having to share a hotel room when the basketball team does an away game in senior year.

this made me cry dude i cant take it

It's the last day of a year Billy shouldn't have survived. He has been back at Cherry Lane for two months now. The nurses at the hospital had been so happy for him that he got home for Christmas.

His dad hasn't. Billy has never been enough for him, but now he is also fucking broken. He can't even clean the kitchen without getting short of breath, without black spots dancing in his vision, because it all hurts. Some days he can't even get out of bed, limbs stiff and burning from pain.

Today, on the last day of the year, Neil shows him some mercy and fucks off to Indianapolis with Susan. Max has gone to Sinclair's and now Billy feels like he's suffocating in that fucking house. He needs to get out.

He drives to the quarry, because he wants to get far away of the New Year's fireworks. The thought of loud bangs and colorful sparks in the sky make him think of shadows and monsters, of pain and regrets. Not that he needs to think of even more pain, because it's always fucking there.

There's another car a the quarry. Harrington's stupid BMW. For a moment Billy considers leaving, but he has nowhere to go.

Harrington sits on the hood of his car, smoking a cigarette. He looks tired and pale, but he's just as handsome as Billy remembers him from what seems a lifetime ago.

"Hey pretty boy," Billy hears himself say and it's surprisingly easy how the words roll off his tongue. Like he has been talking to Steve every day.

"Hey Billy," Steve waves at him, a tinge of surprise in his voice. "You want a smoke?"

If it's a peace offering, Billy will take it. He sits down next to him at the hood of the Beemer and takes the cigarette Steve hands him.

"No big party to go to?" Billy asks, more curious than mean.

"Don't feel like it," Steve answers. "This fucking year was a shitshow."

"Yeah," Billy says, rubbing the scars on his chest through his sweater. "That's one way to put it."

Steve leans a bit closer. Even in the dark of the night, Billy can see the moles on his cheeks and wonders how they would taste.

"But we made it," Steve says, voice low like they're sharing a secret and Billy … Billy realizes they do. Steve knows about the monsters, the shadows, the blood on Billy's hands.

It's relieving that he does and that he still shares a smoke with Billy.

Somewhere in the distance, the fireworks start. It's far away, so it's muffled. It's far away, so it isn't scar.

"Happy new year, Steve." Billy turns to him and he wants to hug him, but he's scared he might to something stupid like kissing him. He dreamt about it, even at the hospital. He dreamt about it when he first saw Steve at school.

Suddenly Steve is close and there is a question in his eyes, his gaze on Billy's lips and Billy's heart stops beating.

Apparently Steve had dreamt about it, too.

It's surreal, it's a new year’s wish coming true within second, because Steve's arms are around him, pulling Billy closer and then…

Steve's lips on his, breathing happy new year against his skin. Billy kisses back, feeling like he's floating, his cigarette falling to the ground, pulse hammering in his ears.

This is the first moment ever he came back from Starcourt that he thinks living to see the new year might not be that bad. He can breathe again.

They break apart, arms still wrapped around each other, not letting go.

"I'm glad you're here," Steve tells him. Billy wonders if he means at the quarry or being alive.

He's glad, too, he realizes. It's 1986, Billy thinks, it's 1986 and maybe I'm supposed to be here.

He kisses Steve again and it tastes like the past, the present and something new- a future.

With glowing cigarettes instead of fireworks, Steve's warmth against his cold skin and finally, just this once, living doesn't hurt.

“why do you like to go quiet on me?”

this is a scene from a fic i wrote in 2020 that will most likely never see the light of day so this is a fully self indulgent piece but oh well here it is. coloring in procreate is a… personal obstacle but hey i’m going through the motions

sketch from last night of my biological space fathers<3 i might line this and color it but hey who knows

SPIRK 57 ON TUMBLR YEAR IN REVIEW LETS GOOO

it was always canon…

Harringrove was always canon.

Steve's boxers in Billy's room

Steve wearing Billy's jacket after his death

Steve visiting Billy's grave

i just screamed in my living room… fuck off they’re standing next to each other…

this ones crazy

imagine in season 5 steve gets possessed by vecna and he sees barb, billy, and eddie telling him he's the reason they died then they turn into nancy, max, and dustin telling him he should've died instead…

i’m a simple dude… if i hear tommy’s party? i’m gonna be thinking about steve harrington and billy hargrove..

RIP billy hargrove and eddie munson. you guys would’ve loved obergefell vs hodges…

they didn’t just kill billy… they pulled down their duffer panties and shat on his grave