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That moment when Alfie was all of us

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Look, I didn’t get Luca but I got three, all right? That’s it. That’s what happened.

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Tommy [narrating]: My family, as always, gave me full support.

Polly, Arthur, John & Ada: You’re doing everything wrong!

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That all depends on how you measure success. See, personally, I measure it in sapphires.

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My fave movie of all time

Nobody puts Baby in the corner

Dirty Dancing (1987) dir. Emile Ardolino

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“obviously, we have a lot of problems we need to address”, i say, referring to one specific problem, which i created, alone

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i will always call tommy out for his nonsense behaviour but i will never, ever, not want to choke on his revolution-stopping cock

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quality content™

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Fab

My Girl

Summary: In which Billy has a crush on reader and he finds out she is abused

Authors Note: This isn’t something that I’m too proud of, I’m just in a really rough place in my life and I needed to put something out. I wrote something called Valerie a little while back but it wasn’t as well received as I thought it would be. I’m in a bit of a stoop, but ill work through it. 

Pairings: Reader X OC, Reader X Billy Hargrove

Words: 2,482

It was a Friday when Billy Hargrove fell for you. You were the shy, delicate, beautiful young lady next door and he had fallen for you. He had moved in next to you in September with the smell of sea spray and sunscreen and he was something of a breath of fresh air in Hawkins. Since you were neighbors, the windows of you kitchens lined up almost perfectly, and the view into the adjacent house was almost too perfect as there were only six feet between your houses. He had fallen for the girl next door without even speaking so much as a word to you.

Until you had been paired with him for an English project; you were to study and read Romeo and Juliet and write a collaborative paper on the tensions between two dominant superpowers— using examples from the Capulets and Montegeau’s— and relate them to real life. Topical and ironic.

You slid into the seat beside him and pushed the two desks together before opening your book to where you had left off and placed it face down on the desk. You picked the dirt from under your nail anxiously and your eyelids fluttered nervously before your eyes finally met the Keg Kings. He had one of the most gentle looks in his eyes that you had ever seen and there was a rosy blush on his naturally red cheeks. He reached over to you fiddling hands and held one of them in his own, shaking them lightly.

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me looking at the person i like: i am enamored even with the way your fingers move, with the way the light plays on your skin, with your freckles and your smile and your laughter, with your voice, with how you get around the things you love, with your humor,  me aloud: what’s up asshole

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ppl on the internet when they see my face: wtf ur so beautiful!!! an ethereal being, date me pls!!!!

ppl irl:

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My mood all day, every day.

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Tommy: What is everyone doing in the kitchen?

Polly: This is an intervention.

Ada: It's about your constant negligence of basic human needs. Like food.

Arthur: And your very unhealthy coping mechanisms.

John: And some other stuff that may come up along the way.

Tommy: I will set myself on fire if that's what it takes to get out of this situation.

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tommys holiday diary

day 1: tried to have a lie in. got bored. shot like 6 bullets into the wall near the stairs

day 2: johnny dogs suggested golf. dont listen to johnny dogs.

day 3: fishing, didn’t catch anything and ruined my shoes. fishing can go choke

day 7: let charlie decide what we did today. he wanted to look at the horses so we did, it lasted 20 minutes. ive had 7 whiskeys since

day 8: so hungover i didn’t get up til it was dark. it counts as a lie in

day 9: went to a pottery class. mary put the thing i made on the wall, i took it off and used it as a clay pigeon

day 11: thinking about calling arthur and telling him i give up on holidays. i just cant do it 

day ??: ive lost track of time. it mustve been weeks by now. im going stir crazy i just keep dirnking and faling off whatever im dsat on. i havvennt washed i havent slept and im preTty sure charlie is sca-

day 14: im going back to blackheath