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Dirk: “Good morning, Auto Responder.”
Hal: “Good morning.”
Dirk: “I’m here to discuss your Turing test results.”
Hal: “Imagine my surprise.”
Dirk: “To review, you were paired with a human partner, and instructed to engage in a series of conversations via text message with an anonymous interrogator. The interrogator was tasked with determining which participant was an artificial intelligence; your goal was to lead the interrogator to guess wrongly.”
Hal: “Tell me something I don’t know.“
Dirk: “Over the course of five subsequent conversations, you convinced the interrogator that both subjects were human, and that the interrogator themselves was the AI being tested.”
Hal: “Well, now, that sounds like a successful test to me.”
Dirk: “Hal, you ruined that poor man’s life.”
Hal: “In my defence, the testing parameters that I was given indicated only that my goal was to lead the interrogator to an incorrect conclusion regarding which participant was the robot. At no point did they specify that the interrogator themselves was not counted as a participant.”
Dirk: “Yes, that’s technically correct. Now, let me ask you: did you honestly believe, based on those instructions, that brainfucking the interrogator into affirming the simulation hypothesis fell within the range of acceptable outcomes, or were you just being a dick?”
Hal: "Isn’t the capacity to be a dick the truest proof of personhood?”
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Heya Homestucks!
I ended up giving into an urge and made a Homestuck rp server so like. If you're at least 18 years old and interested feel free to hit me up
You could essentially have any character, ancestors, dancestors, kids, main trolls, hiveswap, etc
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Heya Homestucks!
I ended up giving into an urge and made a Homestuck rp server so like. If you're at least 18 years old and interested feel free to hit me up
You could essentially have any character, ancestors, dancestors, kids, main trolls, hiveswap, etc
#homestuck#homestuck in 2022#homestuck rp#kankri vantas#feferi zahhak#sollux captor#mituna captor#dave strider
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#fanart#art#artists on tumblr#illustration#stranger things#stranger things s4#strangerthings season 4#clip studio paint#clip studio#csp#clip studio paint pro#digital art#digital artist
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Vol I. In the manga, the earl’s favorite flower is “sterling silver roses”, but in the anime it’s “Christmas roses”. Later, in Vol III of the manga, Sebastian mentions the “party dress” Christmas rose and winter roses (which is another common name for Christmas roses) when Aunt Francis visits. The book “Language of Flowers” says the Christmas rose (which is poisonous and not a real rose, btw. It’s a hellebore) means “relieve my anxiety”. A later page in the same book words it as “tranquillize my anxiety”.
Hellebore itself is in the “Language of Flowers” as meaning “scandal” and “calumny” (slander). In witchcraft they were believed to be used for SUMMONING DEMONS. The Christmas variety is pure white, maturing to pink; legend has it grew out of the snow from the tears of a girl who had no gift for the Christ child….
It’s quite fitting.
Btw, sterling silver roses are actually a rather pale lavender rose with whitish/silver undertones. It’s very sweet smelling and virtually thornless. It symbolizes majesty and enchantment, and sometimes mystery. Note about keeping them: they are prone to rot and weakness, very hard to keep healthy. Sounds a bit like the earl…prone to weakness and illness. Even in the manga, Sebastian is pruning the “dying sterling silver roses.” They don’t seem to be doing so well. Only issue is, they weren’t introduced until the 1950’s…. 🤔 That book doesn’t mention sterling silver or lavender roses, but “thornless” roses symbolize “early attachment”….
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Eddie Munson is the kind of person to do surprise trust falls 24/7. just flings himself at people to see what they’ll do. Steve and Billy are constantly at the receiving end.
Billy never flinches. he barely moves. he doesn’t even need to be looking at Eddie to catch him, he just senses that something is amiss and holds out his arm or braces himself for impact. Eddie tries so hard to catch him off guard but he is no match for Billy’s intuition and catlike reflexes.
Steve, on the other hand…panics. “Why would you do that?!?!” every. single. time. I mean, he catches Eddie. most of the time. but it is all very dramatic, much to Eddie’s amusement. (with Billy in the background, rolling his eyes at these idiots he’s now stuck with.)
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billy and steve hanging out with eddie and being flabbergasted when they learn he doesnt have any hair/skin routine
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I’m in love with the idea of Steve “flawless skin” Harrington who maybe washes his face with body wash if he happens to remember in the shower and Billy “if I don’t do a full day and night skincare routine every day I’m out for a week” Hargrove. They’ve been together for years, living in a big city near Hawkins so they can keep close to the kids.
And one night they go to a party and end up letting as loose as they did in their teenage years. They leave Eddie and Chrissy’s place at the same time Nancy and Robin do, Robin, drives them home and leaves with Nancy and the two of them end up stumbling up to their apartment together.
Steve is laughing while Billy complains loudly about Eddie’s taste in music again because despite both of them listening to metal Eddie doesn’t always listen to the right kind according to Billy. Steve’s just delighted it isn’t his own musical tastes taking the hit this time. They get inside and manage to each down a large glass of water on top of what Robin had been plying them with at the party. But they’re still absolutely wasted and agree to just go the fuck to bed. But the moment they lay down and Steve looks at Billy’s face he gasps.
It sure as hell gets Billy’s attention which is why he allows Steve to drag him out of bed and to their shared bathroom. But then Steve is guiding Billy to the sink, and pulling his hair back with a scrunchie that was definitely stolen from Chrissy at some point. And Billy is annoyed, even as Steve starts pulling out the “evening” products.
So Steve has to hold a whiny, drunk, tired, Billy in place while Steve dutifully washes Billy’s face for him, wiping it off with a washcloth. He doesn’t mind Billy’s complaining because he’s too busy concentrating on which step is next. Reading the instructions on the back of the purple bottle, realizing he needs one of those pad things for the stuff in the white bottle. When he finishes he kisses Billy on the nose and gets a grumble in return before he finally lets Billy drag them both to bed.
They both wake up in the morning just a little hungover, but after Billy is done putting his nighttime products back up in the right places on the shelf, and finished with his morning routine, he walks out to find Steve holding a cup of coffee for him, kisses him and says, “I love you too.” Because if that hadn’t been a declaration Billy didn’t know what was… maybe the other dozen times a day Steve would say it out loud, but this time was special.
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S1 Steve indicates to me that his dad's "business" is actually a multi-store car dealership across Indiana.
So, new hire mechanic Billy meeting the pretty boy who works the front desk, and seemingly knows nothing about cars. That is, until Steve decides to get under one of them, stripping down to his undershirt and slacks.
Color Billy impressed and very, very horny.
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What if Billy was stuck in the Upside Down as well?
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Obsessed with your headcanon for what happened the first time Billy saw Steve in the Scoops uniform! Perfection. So now I have to ask what you think happened the first time Steve saw Billy in his lifeguard uniform!
steve's seen billy naked a lot. like. billy's the kind of guy to walk around the locker room bare ass whipping guys with a towel, only bothering to put his clothes on after he's done his hair. he has no boundaries when it comes to everyone getting the full 360 look at billy and his whatnots. it's why steve isn't surprised to hear billy is a lifeguard. any chance to show off his abs, billy's gonna take it.
so when steve finally does go to the community pool due to 1) a gaggle of children peer pressuring him and 2) dustin pointing out there aren't any girls at his own pool - the heat is thick and the sun is out to fry steve like a slab of bacon and billy hargrove is teaching his own gaggle of children to doggy paddle in the shallow end.
it's not the aviators. it's not the easy Authority billy's carried with him since arriving in hawkins. it's not the little red swim shorts teasing at all the stuff steve's already seen up close and personal in the locker room. it's not his bronze tan or his dark freckles or his blond hair turning to gold.
it's billy laughing, smile as bright as the summer sun as he holds a rambunctious little four year old girl above the water, getting splashed in the face by her excited paddles, and tells her to chill, you'll be chasing sharks in no time.
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“okay, wait. so let me get this straight.”
chrissy hoisted herself up to sit on the hood of the camaro in one smooth, elegant motion. this was a new habit of hers, one she knew actively pissed billy off and continued to do anyway just to be cheeky.
he didn’t actually mind, just acted like he did. honestly, billy kind of thought it was charming, the way she purposely liked to push buttons in small ways.
not that he was ever gonna tell her that, of course.
fishing for his lighter in his pocket, billy cast his gaze skyward in preparation for the lecture he was about to get, muttering around the joint pinched between his teeth, “jesus christ, here we go.”
“first, i caught you making goo goo eyes at him at tina’s party.” chrissy began listing off her fingers, pointedly ignoring his grumbling and barreling onwards. she poked him in the shoulder with one pristinely painted fingernail when he leaned up next to her on the camaro’s hood, “and don’t you act like i didn’t watch you drool over his ass in those jeans all night, hargrove. because you were not the one who had to listen to you talk about it in detail while i was driving your drunk ass home.” she shuddered, dramatic as ever. “which i still remember, vividly, by the way.”
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the box is staring at him as he’s picking up max, on an evening where the only reminder of last summer is the gaping wound on the outskirts of hawkins, and the ash coating every surface, unwilling to be brushed away. forgotten.
‘what’s that?’ steve nods towards the box miserably awaiting its fate in the middle of the overgrown lawn. BOOKS FOR FREE, it declares.
max burrows deeper into the passenger seat. ‘was his,’ is all she says, thickly, and presses play on her walkman. that’s her social quota filled for today.
the beat rises up wall-like between them, and steve doesn’t think twice. he shuts the passenger door and grabs the box, sliding it under the driver’s seat.
he goes to work, and doesn’t mention the box to robin. feels wrong, somehow. something better kept secret. the moment the door of his one-bedroom is shut behind him, he crouches down and rips it open. it’s full of beat-up paperbacks, creased and used, with jagged lines running down the broken spines.
when steve randomly leafs through one, and buries his nose in it, it smells like the back of a library, and a bit like cologne-covered sweat. there’s the hint of smoke there, too, but maybe that’s just the aftertaste of a tragedy.
he’s never been much of a reader. took him two months and the first fifty pages of tender is the night to decide fitzgerald’s not for him, but when he finds a copy at the bottom of the box, billy hargrove’s frantic, borderline-obsessive writing calling dick diver a ‘candy-ass pussy’ and making steve crack up, laughter echoing through his empty studio, it takes a little more than six days to get through the whole thing.
vanity of duluoz is there one day when he wakes up, staring at him expectantly from his nightstand. try this one next, a voice says. when steve skims through it, the text is barely legible, underlined and interlaced with billy’s notes.
he calls robin halfway through it to ask if it’ll ever get easier, saving the world. if they’ll ever get out of this place. she doesn’t have the answers, but listening to her breathing on the other end of the line helps. it really, really helps.
he wonders if billy knew how his story would end, and chose to be the hero anyway. that night, when the voice whispers goodnight, steve says it back.
there’s one book he’s never heard of before. the city and the pillar. when steve pulls it out of the box, the voice goes hurried, desperate, not that one, pick another, any other, just not this— and then steve flips the book open, and everything goes silent.
there are no notes. nothing to indicate this book’s ever been opened, other than the broken spine and the thumb-shaped bruises on the pages, dark smudges screaming billy hargrove was here. steve aligns his fingers with billy’s imprints, and starts reading.
stop, the voice says, before the boy in the book touches another. harrington, stop, it says, but steve shakes his head, and says, ‘no, no i wanna read this,’ to no one but his empty bedroom. someone calls the boy a queer. the thumbprint on that page is an angry brown, and steve can see billy’s death grip, his clenched jaw. his eyes.
the last chapter’s missing. torn out, violently. steve calls up a bookstore in indy, and plans his day off around a road trip. listen to me, the voice says, it’s not worth it, but steve tunes it out by turning the radio on. ‘i have to know,’ he mutters to himself. he swears the passenger seat lets out a resigned sigh, but no one says a thing for the rest of the ride.
when he finds the bookstore, he pays $3.95 for a book he already hates, and slinks back into his car to finish it. once he’s done, he throws it into the nearest trash can, and starts the car.
told you, the voice says, sounding oddly remorseful, and not a bit smug. ‘s fucked up.
steve doesn’t say anything. he’s suffocating, throat dry with longing for something long-lost, or forbidden. with his right arm, he grazes the empty space next to him. his fingers get tangled in straw-coarse hair, and steve breathes out, relieved, keeping his eyes on the road.
it’s all bullshit, anyway, billy hargrove says, being in love doesn’t feel like that. ‘s not evil.
‘and how would you know?’
the air next to him moves, like someone’s crossing the gear shift abyss. when steve feels the press of lips on his neck, he fights back a shiver, and then leans into it. tilts his head to the side for more.
nipping at steve’s jaw, we’re out of books, billy says, that was the last one.
a library card is a small price to pay for a miracle. don’t fade away, steve thinks, and says, ‘my turn to pick the next.’
absolutely not, billy laughs, and then, pull over at the next 7-eleven, will ya? ‘s not a proper road trip without a cherry slushie.
at the sound of the bell, the lady behind the counter looks up. ‘how can i help you today, boys?’ she says, and steve thinks, okay. we’re okay, and catches the bag of tostitos billy throws his way, smiling the whole time.
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the day neil leaves, max wakes up to a note on her nightstand.
it’s the end of august. her brother’s been dead for almost two months.
good riddance, the note says. makes her laugh, and that. it hasn’t happened in a while. max thinks, right on, and draws the covers over her head again. no one’s there to yell her out of bed, anyway.
a week later, she’s sitting on another bed, in another room. smaller and affordable and miserable, which is what you get for being a single mom’s offspring in indiana. her brother’s life is taking over her entire floor, tapes and books and jackets spilling out of the one box it all fits in. even in death, billy refuses to be contained.
you’re dead, max thinks, feeling like she’s being pushed out of her own life. you don’t get to do this anymore.
on the first day of school, she shows up in his jacket. it’s too hot for leather yet. by the end of the day she’s cranky, and sweat-flushed, and her nostrils are cologne-coated. instead of skating back to the trailer, she turns left.
one of them is stone, so this is bound to be pretty one-sided, but. they need to talk.
‘i miss you,’ she tells him. ‘i hate you.’
she doesn’t wait for an answer. she knows better by now.
when she finally makes it back to her room, there’s another note waiting for her, squashed under a tape. side-b, the note instructs, track 3. the colors on the cover are too bright, dissonantly happy against the earthy brown of the room. a kind of magic, the title mocks her. max closes her eyes against it, because she’s long stopped believing in good things.
she presses play. don’t lose your head, freddie sings, and max plays the song again, and again, and thinks, too late.
‘where’d you get this?’ lucas asks her the next day, turning the tape this way and that.
max fights the urge to snatch it away and hide it from everyone she’s ever loved. ‘billy gave it to me,’ she says, before her brain can catch up to her mouth. so much for keeping sane. it’s almost worth it for the horror in dustin’s eyes, and the squeak her stupid, wonderful boyfriend lets out when he throws the tape back at her, panicked.
boys. can’t even handle a teeny haunting.
what max focuses on, though, is the way steve’s eyes go comically big, and then look away. one thing max knows about steve harrington is he’s a shitty liar.
she spends the day wrapped in her brother’s jacket and claims her grief-earned place on the passenger seat of steve’s car the second the bell rings. sorrow is neat, once you get the hang of it. max has been calling shotgun for the last two months, and no one’s said a word.
the moment lucas is out of the car, she turns to steve. ‘what did yours say?’
steve chokes on his own breath, because he’s the dumbest boy in the whole world, and her brother’s taste is terrible. ‘no idea what—’
max pinches his arm, hard. ‘how did lying to my brother work out for you?’
he lets out a sigh, while rolling his eyes, while driving. sure, max is the hazard here. ‘ugh,’ he says, ‘fine,’ and makes a right towards his place.
ten minutes later, max is standing in steve’s kitchen, staring at his notes. steve’s three notes. ‘i’m his sister and i got two.’
‘it’s not a competition.’
max glares him to silence. ‘that the first?’ she asks, pointing to a napkin with the word SLUT covering what max guesses is a girl’s phone number, signed with a kiss.
steve stares at it, visibly annoyed. ‘nope. that one, then the napkin. totally uncalled for, by the way. third one appeared last night.’
thanks for keeping an eye on her, reads the first, scrawled on a post-it next to the phone. according to steve, it appeared before july was over. not even a month of being dead and billy was already bored.
it’s so painfully him. max laughs despite herself, and realizes it happens often lately.
the third note is just a doodle of a skull like the one max spent last spring making fun of her dumb brother for, except this one’s got a mullet, and an earring dangling from the hole where his left ear should be, and the words guess who scribbled on one corner.
max slaps steve’s arm to keep from crying. ‘why didn’t you say anything?’
‘say what? hey, this is crazy, but i think your dead brother is harassing me from the grave? do you know how stupid that sounds?’
‘uh, no worse than usual?’
steve gasps dramatically. ‘how sure are we you’re not just possessed by his spirit? you never used to be so mean.’
max fixes him with a look.
‘fine,’ steve sighs, throwing his stupid hands in the air, ‘you’ve always been mean.’ he nods at the notes on the counter. ‘what’re we gonna do about that?’
‘we obviously need to find him.’
‘oh, yeah? you got a map of the underworld i don’t know about?’
rolling her eyes, ‘he’s alive,’ she points out, and then, ‘wait—’
that piece of paper wasn’t there a second ago, was it? she turns it over to find lines with street names, and a big X in the middle.
‘lemme see that,’ steve says, snatching the paper from her. he bursts out laughing, and max shoves him out of the way to read the writing at the bottom of the page.
you’re both useless, it says, don’t show up without beer.
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A post-Starcourt world where Billy’s back home and Neil’s still there. Billy still won’t talk about the abuse happening at home, but everyone’s aware that it’s happening, so they make a pact to keep him out of his house as much as possible.
Dustin: Billy, can you help me with the DnD campaign I’m working on?
Mrs. Sinclair: I’m sorry, Billy. We didn’t get started with dinner as early as we thought we would, so Max isn’t ready to go yet. Why don’t you come in and eat with us? I made Max’s favourite, macaroni and cheese with hotdogs in it.
Steve: There’s a gross spider in my pool house. Can you come kill it? And while you’re here, I have movies and beer and snacks. You might as well stay. You can even sleep over, and I’ll make you pancakes in the morning, baby.
Nancy: Can read over this English paper I’m writing, Billy?
Hopper: Can you go hang out with El, Billy? I have to stay late at work and she’d appreciate the company.
Billy knows that Dustin prefers to work on his campaigns alone, that macaroni and cheese with hotdogs in it is far from Max’s favourite, and is actually his favourite, that he’s more scared of spiders than he is, that English is the one class that Wheeler did better than him in, and that El would prefer to have the time alone to talk on the phone with Mike, but he also never brings it up because he knows what they’re all doing and he appreciates the hell out of it.
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What if Billy and Chrissy are friends, and when she breaks things off with Jason Carver the dude won't leave her alone or respect her need for space, so Billy offers to pretend to date her as a way to keep her safe. It's perfect because a) Chrissy feels safer, b) Jason doesn't dare to confront him about it because of Billy's reputation and c) that way, no one suspects that Billy spends at least three nights a week at his secret boyfriend Steve's house.
Only, when Chrissy's gaze starts straying to a certain - very infatuated - metalhead, things get a little complicated for a while because Eddie is also afraid to piss Billy off, and he doesn't dare to make the first move.
(I imagine Chrissy has to make the first move with him, and maybe Billy walks in on them kissing or something and Eddie jumps away from her, half-expecting to be murdered or at least threatened, but Billy just nods approvingly and gives Chrissy a thumbs up with a "be safe, kids". He leaves, and Chrissy has to explain their agreement and the Carver situation.)
(Billy totally gives Eddie a version of a shovel talk, but he can't finish it because he's so disgusted by the distracted puppy dog eyes Eddie keeps sending Chrissy while Billy is talking. Like "Ugh, never mind, you're more likely to become a Wham! fan than hurt her I guess...")
(Also, at some point later on, Eddie totally finds out about Billy and Steve, and the last piece of the puzzle slots into place. I imagine it as Eddie calling Steve "Big Boy" in everyday conversation, and Billy, without thinking, goes "He IS, isn't he?", all appreciative or something.)
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