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Got one!

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oh i know seeing the Lost Boys in theatres made billy SICK. i know he spends days whining to steve about how this town is full of supernatural horrors and not one single vampire. He is FURIOUS

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Omg I have one of them currently !! :3

oli sykes icons

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big & ripped / smol & soft 💕

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Harringrove imagine

"Can I get an autograph .. pretty boy? That was one hell of a show."

"Thanks! And .. you're pretty yourself. How about I give you my phone number instead?"

"Oh yeah? You do that often? Give your number to strangers?"

Steve scribbles something on the cd cover

"Sorry, gotta go!"

When Billy looks at the note, it says

Only you ♡

Also, it's Billy's pendant Steve's wearing. Always.

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her compliment was a question

It started with a question about bookmarks. But that wasn’t the question I left with.

in the hush of the bookshop, I searched— for bookmarks hidden between shelves, words, and whispers.

uncertain, I approached her— soft voice, eyes alight, like someone who belongs to secrets more than shelves.

her gaze wandered, settling slowly on my hair. a color holding secrets even I couldn't fully grasp.

“purple,” she murmured gently, a compliment that felt like an invitation, her words hanging between us, a subtle tension shimmering in the air.

she led me quietly through aisles of pens, diaries, cups— small mysteries waiting to be discovered.

at the bookmarks, she hesitated, eyes lingering a breath too long, filled with silent wonder, as if my hair held stories she ached to unravel.

she turned away, but the silence remained— pulsing, charged, unresolved. I walked away, leaving behind a silence orchestrated by something greater. and for that— even if our paths never cross again— the feeling stays, like a half-read page I’ll never forget, and never fully understand.

like a frame from a film you don’t remember the title of— but you remember how it made you feel.

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Nothing gets past you, Billy.

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THIS ANGLE KILLS ME

Eyes on the prize.

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Dustin: Do you think dogs have different accents for their barks when their from different countries?

Steve: I mean, I see where you’re-

Billy: It’s three in the morning and if you BOTH don’t shut the fuck up, I will kill you.

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english slang is awful i would hate to be learning this shit. like the word shit. something can be horseshit or bullshit which means it's a lie. but cow shit is just poop. and something can be dogshit which means it's really bad quality. but cat shit is just poop.

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"tumblr's the only social media without algorithms!" "you can still be anonymous on tumblr!" "tumblr's so nice because you don't have to show your face!" WRONG tumblr is special because you can have 3000 followers and still get an average of seven likes a post. i'm doing stand up comedy at a packed venue and one person is laughing

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Ate with this one I fear #teamwork

When there's two beds in the hotel room for the Championship game, but Billy rigs his bed to break so they have to share vs Steve who made his sheets dirty so they have to share. Now they have no beds and the desperate sexual tension is mounting.

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“Steve..he meant what’s in your pants?”

“Oh. On a good day? Billy.”

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