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Arsinoë : Why do you look like that?

Apollo, laying face-first on the floor: Like what?

Arsinoë : Like you’re dead.

Apollo: It’s because I’m dying. Leave me here to perish.

Dionysus: Apollo accidentally called Perse “babe” in front of everyone today.

Apollo: sobs into the floor

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Oh so very cute, I awwed out loud 👍

Headcanon for the Bats:

Bruce: Jason, do you know where Tim is?

Jason: No, last I heard from him he was busy with his duck army.

Bruce: Right, thank-

Bruce: …

Bruce: Did you say.. ‘duck army’?

Jason: Yeah, Damian made some snide comment about him being “Thankfully, the sole survivor of the Drake lineage”, so he went and adopted some ducks.

Bruce: …

Jason: Bought a sanctuary for them and everything, even named one after each of us, except the demon brat, though.

Bruce: Oh.. that’s nice of him?..

Bonus:

Tim: Oh, there you are, Bruce, Jason, I have something to show you.

Tim, holds up two ducks, a reddish brown duck, that’s attempting to bite a calm, all black duck, in Tim’s other hand: Meet, Jason Cathrine Drake, and Bruce Thomas Drake.

Jason, looks at his duck alternate: He’s perfect.

Bruce: *touched*

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This is just so cute!!! Bby Tim is adorable

tim gets de-age-beamed and jason is forced to stay at the manor because timmy only wants to hang out with his favourite robin

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My latest obsession

insane men covered in blood. you agree. reblog.

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disclaimer: these are results from google. there were loads so i just picked at random from "most watched anime" lists

please reblog and put your answers in the tags <3

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Knight!Billy getting sucked off by court jester!Steve behind some drapes. They get caught and the court historian reports a particular court audience where the king yells at the leader of his guard "DID YOU FUCK MY CLOWN?!"

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Absolute masterpiece 👏, top tier 👌 👌👌👌

There was no wind on the night of October the 21st 1985 in Hawkins, Indiana. Not even a cloud in the sky. It was still raining over Steve Harrington’s house.

Not literally, of course. No, this was a metaphorical shower. Grief, Robin called it. William Oscar Hargrove had been dead for three months. Steve’s boyfriend, lover, soulmate. However you wanted to put it. It didn’t matter anymore. Billy was gone. Like a leaf in the breeze.

The tunnels had been long dead by July. It didn’t stop Steve from torching the fuck out of them three days after Billy’s death was officially announced, staring at the blaze with a wild look in his eyes. Destroying everything that was left of the upside down. Hell, if Starcourt hadn’t already gone up in flames, Steve probably would have set the place on fire anyway.

Not everything had gone back to normal after the mind flayer. The dreary mundanity of life certainly hadn’t hit Steve, when two months ago his finger had started glowing. Then his whole hand.

It started with small things. Steve could move his coffee cup a half inch with his mind. When the bitter cold started rolling in again, Steve could make the weather a quarter of a degree warmer. He could convince people to do things like let him get into the movies for free. Small, inconsequential magic.

Then the body of Neil Hargrove had turned up, eyes ripped out of their sockets and heart found down the back of a coal mine. Nobody could connect Steve to the murder, not even himself. Steve was pretty sure he hadn’t even been awake at the time. All he knew is that he’d been angry. Very angry.

The magic started to get out of control after that. The gym of Hawkins High flooded without explanation. Creatures started falling from the upside down, already dead. Doctor Martin Brenner was discovered dead in a bathtub, stomach removed.

When before he’d been feared for his position of King Steve but mocked for his intelligence behind his back, now he was feared for being a witch. Like from Hansel and Gretal or The Wizard of Oz. Even Dustin had started staring at him with something like a shocked awe.

Steve couldn’t really bring himself to care. Billy was still gone. That was all that really mattered. He still felt like he was drowning in an ocean of his own sadness. So the magic continued.

The metaphorical rain had turned into literal rain. That was what happened when he didn’t keep a close enough eye on his powers. The rain just flooded his damn ceiling because he couldn’t keep a brave face on like everyone else.

It was fine. He could always send it someplace else. There was nothing he couldn’t do.

Well, there was one thing he couldn’t do.

The rain stopped after an hour. The sky returned to a crisp, clear October night. Except, this time something felt off.

There was a creeping, tingling sensation at the back of his neck. His arms were coming out in goosebumps. The sky had gotten indescribably darker.

Steve grabbed his bat and headed out.

What he’d expected to find was another round of demodogs, maybe some other demo-creature. Possibly even a tiny bit of the mindflayer. What he hadn’t expected was a man covered in sludge.

Well, Steve was fairly sure that he was a man. A humanoid at the very least. One with claws and teeth and some kind of thick, leathery armour. He looked strong, powerful, dangerous.

It was a good thing Steve was dangerous too.

Steve asked him who he was once, twice, three times. He either couldn’t or wasn’t willing to speak. Steve was just about to slam the door in his face when he paused as he caught a glint of the man’s eyes.

Blue like a tidal wave, a button down, a Camaro.

A blue that almost had Steve routed to the spot.

It didn’t make sense. It couldn’t be him.

But it was.

The man choked out a noise.

“Pretty boy” before collapsing on the porch.

Billy.

@adelacreations got me in a scary powerful Steve murders Neil mood

@hargrove-mayfields @dragonflylady77 @thatgirlwithasquid @ratbastardbilly @half-oz-eddie

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Jesus christ 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

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I'm actually being productive. It's giving me hives

Ao3 is down so we might as well start a revolution in the meantime.

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It's so accurate it hurts

Billy isn’t homosexual, he’s morosexual

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Their so smol 🫠🫠

They go swimming!! Or Steve and Billy found old polaroid photo 😭🤧❤️

🔪🔪🔪 в вк не репостить🔪🔪🔪  

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Made mini donuts with lemon glaze, they look a little weird but I've got time to practice

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This is *chefs kiss* 🥰

steve finds a piece of paper in his locker between classes.

he unfolds the softened paper carefully, like he’s scared it’d tear apart in his hands if he’s too rough with it. the note is soft in the way paper becomes after its fiddled and played with nervously and held in sweat-slick palms for too long.

he reads it as quietly as he can under his breath, because it helps his brain not to switch the letters around.

you are the bittersweet between my teeth

the secret sugar cube melting under my tongue

rotting me from the inside out

with your love

a blush warms his face and neck and he glances up and down the busy hall, half hoping that he’d find a familiar gaze looking back, but he doesn’t.

he knows where to find it, though.

he folds the paper up and slips it into the pocket of his polo, placing it right over his heart for safe keeping.

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billy: yeah so i was on my knees-

jason, overhearing: you’re a christian?

billy: no i don’t think his name was christian

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It's cute in a dark way, loved it!

Billy laughs loudly, almost maniacally, the sound reverberating in the still of the night at the empty quarry. Empty except for Steve Harrington and himself, that is.

He keeps laughing, even as the laughter is eaten up by Steve’s bloody lips pressing against his own. They’re both drenched in the sticky red liquid, because, as it turns out, murder is a pretty messy task. Especially when you put as much passion into killing your victim as Billy and Steve did.

It was simple, really, to lure Billy’s dad here, to the secluded make out spot. It all started when Billy told Steve about his father cheating on his mom years ago, prompting her to leave him. He’s eventually split with the woman he’d cheated with, and met and married Susan. Billy’s dad swore he was a changed man, and Billy had been told that he’d regret it if he breathed a word of his past indiscretions to Susan or Max.

“You know what they say,” Steve had said, turning to him. “Once a cheater, always a cheater.”

That had proved true the day Carol, fresh off her latest breakup with Tommy, and vowing to try something different, had called Billy and Steve aside at lunch, shoving her phone, Tinder on the screen, in their faces. The screen said the man was Mitchell, but plain as day, Neil Hargrove was in front of their eyes.

They’d only intended to string Neil on long enough to turn the tables and make some threats of their own against Neil. This part of the plan, the part that’s ended in them sitting in the Camaro, Neil’s muffled cries for mercy still ringing in their ears, only came about recently, in the middle of a post sex high, pressed together in Steve’s bed.

They were discussing the plan again, passing the joint back and forth as they worked out the specifics of getting Neil to the quarry, when Billy nudged Steve. “Hey, what if we just…” he made a slicing motion across his throat, giving Steve a meaningful look.

Steve looked a bit alarmed, but Billy couldn’t let the idea go. It was too perfect. He and Steve had been talking about running away to California together, and this would ensure that Susan and Max were safe, and that Neil wouldn’t, couldn’t come looking for him.

The whole affair takes less than ten minutes, from the reveal that Jasmin, age 18 is actually the fruit of Neil’s own loins, come to make his father pay his due for all Billy’s suffered through, to stabbing him right through the heart with a knife borrowed from the set Neil and Susan received as a wedding present.

It seems a fitting way for Neil to go, after how many times he’s broken Billy’s heart in his short life. He gets a little carried away with it, he knows he does, because Steve has to drag him away from the body and into the car, weapon still in hand, so they can start their long journey west.

They share one more drawn out kiss, then clean themselves up, before they start down the highway, hand in hand, ready for their rebirth as Jake Gibbons and Marshall Benson, longtime inhabitants of the California coast.

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Officially started college today and I'm a little freaked out