#i could not help myself

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[voidvoidvoidvoidvo]

[mcbride]

Chris Perfetti as JACOB HILL with GRITTY ABBOTT ELEMENTARY 📚 2.01 Development Day

[4belphie]

[sherlockig]

[biillyhargroves]

(kind of a continuation of this)

Neil walking into Billy’s hospital room only to find Steve and Eddie already there, carefully tending to Billy, whispering to each other as Billy dozes, making sure his blankets are arranged properly and IV lines aren’t tangled. Their touches are too knowing, too intimate, and they even steal a chaste kiss before noticing that Neil is there.

He doesn’t say a word, but his face is beet red.

The boys are silent, too — too stunned, too scared to say anything. They’d been so good about sneaking around; they know Neil’s schedule, the regular hours he deigns to check in on his son. Sure, he drops in unexpectedly from time to time, to chew out the nurses or harass the case worker or argue with the doctors, but Steve and Eddie knew the signs, knew how to play it off if Neil spotted them milling about. Today? Today they’ve been caught off guard, and just watch as Neil’s face contorts into something monstrous. He drops the cup of coffee he’d been holding, cream and sugar seeping across the floor tiles. He crushes the waxy paper cup beneath his boot as he storms out.

Neil doesn’t come back after that.

There is a single phone call to the social worker assigned to Billy Hargrove, informing her in no uncertain terms that the boy is on his own. He’s eighteen now, for Christ’s sake. He wants to fuck around with men, throw away the white picket fence future Neil swore up and down he was preparing him for? So fucking be it. Neil wasn’t going to stick around to watch, refuses to bear witness, and he certainly wasn’t going to hold the purse strings, fund whatever unsavory lifestyle that boy (he wouldn’t even call Billy his, all but disowned him as a son, abandoned him for good right then and there) insisted on living.

The news is not shocking. In fact, Steve and Eddie think that this might be the best case scenario. Billy is in no more pain than he was before Neil walked through the door — physically, at least. He’d been uncharacteristically quiet when the social worker told him, had remained withdrawn throughout the day. When Steve asked him what was wrong, Billy only shrugged and said, “Hurts more than I thought, I guess.”

Eddie had tucked Billy’s hair behind his ear, kissed his temple, and then his cheek, and then his lips before nuzzling his head against Billy’s shoulder. At his other side, Steve squeezed his hand. Billy nestled between them, pressed himself against them both, let them gently envelop him with arms mindful of all the tubes and wires still bunched and tangled around him.

Of course, the government, in its desperation to cover up the secret Russian infiltration of Hawkins, has been footing Billy’s hospital bills, and Billy has been stashing away every check he’s earned at the pool over the summer. Financially, Neil’s leaving hasn’t fucked him over as much Billy is sure his father hoped it would. And Eddie and Steve, they make sure he wants for nothing, anticipate his needs before they even crop up. Max still stops by, sneaking out of the house to see him, snarking and teasing in that sisterly way that makes things feel a little bit normal. He’ll be alright.

Wayne Munson, though, is perhaps the most surprising addition to Billy’s unexpectedly emancipated life. He swings by with Eddie sometimes, sure. But sometimes he’ll stop in by himself, before or after a shift, or even when Eddie is in school, “just to check in.” He even moves Billy into the trailer when he’s finally discharged, no questions asks. He helps spring the Camaro free of the junkyard that Neil condemned it to. He does all the fatherly things he can think to do to help Billy get back on his feet, because he might not get what’s going on between his nephew and Billy and the Harrington kid, but he knows that it doesn’t change a thing about how he looks at Eddie. If Neil Hargrove can’t shove through that thick skull of his and step up for his boy, Wayne has no problem doing it instead. And if Eddie loves both of these boys? Hell, Wayne loves them, too.

[snallavanta]

brightest ray of sunshine

[dani-r]

When your worstie has eldritch control of your hand.

[starmonsterrr]

Merry halloween

[dcbutinamrev]

Told y’all I was gonna draw him

[starbuck]

is ur username because of the greatest character in american literature: first mate starbuck? my best boy starbuck? has a coffee chain named after him because pequod was shot down starbuck? the nantucket quaker with a small son and the voice of reason starbuck?

it’s actually because of battlestar galactica

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Animal Control 1x8 | Community 1x2

[markcampbells]

Hello hello, for one of those fic mini prompts?

29. things you said in the rain

Uhh I blanked on every pairing ever, but Cloud and anyone. Not necessarily romantic, of course >:)

I feel like it speaks to who I am as a person that I went to open my inbox and had this moment of I bet I wrote them an entire fill for the wrong prompt because that would be the kind of thing I would do.

So I ended up writing this for @romancingbarret week because this fandom has so many theme weeks and why not try something I hadn't before! Without further ado:

“I screwed up,” he says finally, and Barret chuckles again. “Yeah. Wondered how long it’d take you to admit that.” Cloud shoves a hand through his hair in frustration. “Was hoping to get some advice, if you could spare it.” “I’m a hell of a person to ask advice from, kid. But I have been married, so maybe you’ve come to about as right a place as you’re gonna get.” With the geostigma cured and everything starting to settle, Cloud and Barret have a talk in the healing rain.

Some queer platonic Cloud and Barret emotional support and cuddling, because who didn't need a hug after everything that went down in Advent Children?

[xthescarletbitch]

kassandra + xenia being cute ♡

[ineloquent-tumbling]

Instructor: While this modifying phrase is misplaced, there’s little risk of misinterpretation because we don’t use the pronoun “it” for people.

Me, appearing from nowhere to queer my grammar course: Actually, I know several people who use it/its pronouns. 😊

[drmshope]

It's Okay (It's Alright)

•••

"It was just a nightmare."

"About what?"

Dream swallows, opens his mouth, closes it.

(warnings; death mention)

(/dsmp rp)

(read on ao3)

•••

Tommy wasn't sure what woke him up, if it was the strange new environment, or the bed hes never slept in before until he heard a sharp intake of breath to his left and he realized it was Dream, his new friend.

He turns his head to look at the other, asleep in his own bed, trying to figure out if he's having a nightmare or just snoring fucking weirdly, when Dream shoots up, his hand pressed to his heart and green eyes, that almost look radioactive in the dark, blown wide. He startles Tommy badly enough that he jumps in response and then rolls his eyes at his own reaction, taking a deep breath in and out before speaking:

"Are you good big man?" Dream's head snaps up, fast enough that Tommy's surprised he didn't break his neck, like he'd forgotten that there was another person sharing the base which Tommy takes great offense to, because how could he ever be forgettable, before Dream sighs and shakes his head.

"Fine— I'm fine." He replies, voice scratchy and raw and Tommy simply doesn't believe him.

"You didn't look fine."

"It was just a nightmare."

"About what?"

Dream swallows, opens his mouth, closes it, swallows again and Tommy starts to speak, starts to take the question back but he responds before he can.

"It was about... death, I think, or the ability to cheat it? That- that part wasn't clear but, there was a book, or something, papers." Tommy waits for Dream to continue and when he doesn't asks, soft and interested:

"Papers?"

"Of... writing, it- it wasn't understandable, it was like gibberish or something but it made sense to me, in the dream-"

"Ha, dream." Tommy says before he can stop himself and Dream snorts, rolling his eyes.

"-like I was saying, it made sense to me in the dream at least, I can't make heads or tails of it now though."

"Well, that's normal innit? Writing in dreams being all fuckin' wibbly wobbly and shit and then like making perfect sense while you're dreaming but not when you're awake."

"Yeah, I guess..."

"Anything else?"

"Um.. I mean, there was like, a person, and-" Dream chokes on seemingly nothing and coughs so hard and for so long that Tommys afraid he's going to cough up a lung for a moment before he swallows and whispers "Ow."

Tommy bursts out laughing, which makes dream glare at him, "Sorry- I'm sorry-" he says in between chuckles, "Sorry. That was just, funny as hell man, are you sure you don't have like fuckin' asthma or something?"

"I don't know, maybe, thanks for laughing at my misery though."

"You're welcome big D!" And he has no idea where that came from, but it's funny and Dream wheezes at him for the first time since he had his nightmare so he counts it as a win, "Also, you never finished your sentence."

"Oh." Dream says and his tone tells him that he knows that and probably didn't want to, "I was going to say that I felt like I knew them, like really, really knew them, I don't know, it sounds stupid probably, but, yeah.

"I mean... I don't think it sounds stupid Dream, hey! Maybe that persons like your soulmate or something and thats the first time you've ever seen them!!"

"I don't think so, like, we were close, or it felt like it in the dream I guess, but it didn't feel like we were soulmates or something like that, it felt kind of like we had fallen into each other because of something tragic..."

"Like... to fix it? The tragic thing i mean."

"I don't know, maybe." Dream replies, and he's started drawing little shapes into his bed sheet, eyes unfocused.

"Okay, well, did anything else happen or was it just boring as hell." He teases because he's growing very uncomfortable.

"Hey! It wasn't-" Dream cuts himself off, biting his lip.

"It wasn't?" Tommy asks jokingly and frowns when Dream doesn't respond.

"I... died, I think— in the dream I mean."

"Oh."

"It was painful, and they, the blond person whoever they were, did it... but I think I wanted it."

Tommy blinks, "Okay big man i think thats enough of whatever— stuff you're taking." Dream looks at him unimpressed and he sticks out his tongue in response, which somehow manages to make Dream look even more unimpressed.

"You're terrible."

"I'm hilarious actually!"

"Says who?"

"Your mom."

"Really Tommy?"

"What!? That was funny!" Dream shakes his head, "It was!" He shakes his head again but this time Tommy can see him trying to fight a smile.

"It really wasn't."

"Oh fuck off, whatever, just, lets go back to sleep, its still late as hell to be up." Dream nods, but doesn't lay back down, and Tommy realizes belatedly that he never stopped clutching at his chest, "Were you okay in the dream, after you died, I mean?"

"What kind of question is that?! I died!"

"Well yeah but, you said something about cheating death, or whatever."

"I mean... I don't know, I woke up after- after the sword... yeah."

"Oh. well, you're alright, you're still alive."

"You're really bad at this whole comforting people thing aren't you."

"Shut up! I'm amazing at this actually." Dream raises his eyebrow at him and he scoffs before sighing, "Yeah, no I'm not great at this, but I made you laugh so that counts for, something right?"

"Yeah- you're right, thanks Tommy, even if you're annoying."

"Hey! I'm not fucking annoying you green— bitch." It's supposed to be insulting but with how quietly he says the last word it just sounds, sad. Dream to his credit ignores this.

"Yeah, yeah whatever, we need to go to bed, it's almost sunrise."

"How do you even know that?" Dream points at a clock that Tommy does not remember putting up, "When the hell did that get there? Did you do that?"

"Yeah... it felt, right, or something."

"Weirdo."

"Hey!"

"It's true, anyway, why sleep now when we can just get up and do things earlier."

"Tommy theres still mobs outside."

"And?"

Dream sputters, "What do you mean and? They could kill us!"

"Not if we're better than them at everything."

"I- what- ugh fine, fine. But stay close to me, and for the love of god dont run off like yesterday." He says, pulling the covers off of his legs and swinging them over the side of the bed and Tommy sees this as an absolute win.

"There was a spider!"

"Yes, that you ran after, and decided to name Shroud for some reason, and then you started crying when it left."

"I wanted it! And I had thought we had a special bond!" He yells, standing up out of his bed and stretching.

"Tommy you were basically harassing it you're lucky it didn't get annoyed and try to kill you."

"Oh fuck off."

"Plus there's other mobs that aren't hostile that you can have."

"Oh but, none of those ones are interesting."

"Hey! Cats are interesting!"

"Cats? Really big man?"

"Oh shut up!" Dream shouts, and then throws an axe at his feet and in the dark for just a second it looks almost purple, though it's definitely not because it's stone not netherite.

"Whatever, why not choose a cooler animal, like a fucking cow or something."

"A... cow?"

"Yeah!" Dream stares at him for a moment before shaking his head, "What!? Cows are awesome!"

"Uh-huh." He responds absent-mindedly, seemingly paying very little attention to Tommy as he crouches down and starts rummaging through a chest.

"Whats so fuckin' interesting in that chest that you aren't listening to me about how cool and awesome cows are?" Dream doesn't answer him but he does pull out to leads, smiling softly at him.

"We can go get a cat, and a cow." Tommy blinks and then smiles so wide his cheeks hurt, running over to Dream and hugging him before he really registers what he's doing. Dream freezes in his grip and Tommy almost pulls away, but then he relaxes head resting on his shoulder and he smiles, patting the other on the back before pulling back.

"Lets go get those mobs big man."

Dream laughs, "Okay Tommy. Let's go get those mobs." Tommy pulls them both off the floor and toward the door, stopping only for Dream to grab his weird mask.

"What are you going to name your cat?"

"...Hope." Dream whispers softly as he hooks the mask over his face.

"That's a shit name."

"What the hell! Okay fine, what would you name a cat?"

"Pussyboy."

"What?!" Dream shouts as Tommy opens the door, voice echoing off the trees, "You're so weird."

"I'm not weird! I'm fuckin' awesome actually!"

"Uh-huh, please tell me you aren't going to name your cow like, bitch or something."

"I would never insult a cow like that."

"Well then what are you going to name it?"

"I don't know yet... maybe... wait I know! Henry!"

"Henry? Really?"

"What? It's better than Hope."

"How dare you, Hope is a great name."

"If you think so big man."

"Whatever- hey look over there!" Dreams points at the top of a hill and Tommy's eyes widen when he sees what's up there

"Cows!!" He shouts, running off and leaving Dream in the dust and he hears him chuckle behind him.

"Wait for me!"

"Hurry up!" He calls behind him, almost tripping over himself with a laugh.