Steve taking the kids to the zoo, and he brings Billy along (in hopes that he'll have his support) and Billy is the one who ends up getting lost and/or letting out a snake because he thought the little guy looked lonely "he looked right at me, Steve!"
oh i love this omg
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steve was stressing out. nothing new, of course, as he seemed to be the only responsible person within the group. the kids had desperately wanted to go to the zoo which was a few miles out of town. so with little to no convincing of the parents all the kids were piled up in his dad's van that he never used, on their way to the fucking zoo.
steve was grateful billy came along, sure he loved the kids, but they were all little shits and he could barely handle them alone. billy being here was going to make it easier.
the drive went by rather fast, the loud chatter of the kids, and the drumming of billy's fingers against the dashboard, somehow making the time go by.
once the car was parked steve turned around in his seat, "you all need to stick together, i need to see you dipshits at all times so you don't get lost, have i made myself clear?"
"oh jesus stevie, they know," billy drawled, throwing his cigarette out the window, "let's just go, they'll be fine,"
steve rolled his eyes, as the kids all jumped out of the van, steve following suit and locking the car.
"i should be getting paid for this," he muttered under his breath, as he pulled out his wallet, paying for 8 tickets.
the party was surprisingly well behaved. they stuck together, huddled in a little group as they checked out each animal, listening to whatever fun fact dustin told them. max's arm linked with el's keeping her close and pointing out at everything.
steve was surprised when hopper let steve take her. "i trust you kid, just bring her back safe okay?"
steve followed behind the group while billy then followed behind him. so awfully quiet steve forgot he even forced billy to come. steve turned around, ready to laugh with him over a monkey falling over, only to see he wasn't there.
steve panicked. turning around and around, trying to spot him in the large crowd of people. he quickly walked up to the group, "hey did any of you see where billy went?"
"probably left to smoke or something," max helpfully said, rolling her eyes. el stared at him though, steve always found it unnerving.
"snakes," she said, before letting max drag her away again.
snakes? what the hell was she even- oh.
steve turned on his heel, looking at all the signs to find the snake exhibit which they had passed at least 10 minutes ago. god how did he not notice billy missing for 10 minutes?
steve entered the snake area, puffed out. and sure enough billy was in the corner, his back facing him as he looked down at something in his hands.
"billy? what the hell man, you can't just disappear like that, come on we need to get back to the kids- HOLY SHIT!!" as steve, walked over and placed his hand on his boyfriends shoulder, turning him, only to see a fucking snake in his hands.
"billy what the actual fuck!" steve screamed, but was quickly shushed by billy who lightly stroked the snakes head like it was fucking normal.
steve took a staggering breath to calm himself, "billy..." he tried again, "babe why are you holding a snake?"
billy looked up at steve, then down at the snake again shrugging uslessly, "i dunno, he looked lonely,"
"he looked lonely," steve repeated, staring agape at billy. "how did you even-" steve shook his head, "look actually i don't want to know, but you've got to put that fucking snake back,"
"but he looked at me steve, look at him," billy held up the snake, showing off its face. steve took a huge step back.
"yeah babe, that's great. put it back," steve told him again. jesus and he thought the kids stressed him out.
billy frowned but finally did as steve asked, letting the snake back into its cage.
steve grabbed his arm dragging him out with a sigh. great now he had to go find the others.
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On Discomfort and Morality
My father finds gay men uncomfortable.
He's told me before that it's like a knee-jerk for him. Something he doesn't consciously control. He sees two men behaving romantically, and his body reacts with mild discomfort.
In the 1960s, when he was in high school, most of the boys in his form thought he was gay on the simple fact that he wasn't homophobic. He wouldn't participate in insulting queer people, he didn't care if someone was gay, he wouldn't have a problem hanging out with gay people. So people thought he was gay. That's how prevalent homophobia was in his formative years.
When I was 10, my dad told me very seriously that Holmes and Watson were gay. That it was obvious from the literature and the time period that they were meant to be a gay couple. When I was 14 and I came out to my parents as bi, when my mum was upset my dad ripped into her for it. Told her that she was being stupid, that it was my life to live how I wanted to and that she needed to get over herself.
My dad formed my views on censorship: that being that it was completely ridiculous and thoroughly evil. He didn't believe in censorship of any kind. If I asked him a question about sex, he answered it honestly. When I was 12 and I asked him about homosexuality, still young and uncertain, he told me that there was nothing wrong with it. That it was just how some people were. That there was likely an evolutionary reason for it. And that for some people it was uncomfortable on an instinctual level.
He taught me that just because you're uncomfortable with something, doesn't make it wrong. He also taught me that most people don't understand this.
I see a lot of this on the internet as of the last few years. The anti shipping movement, the terf movement, the anti ace movement. It all stems from discomfort that people have crossed wires into believing means wrong. Really every -ism and -phobia out there stems from this same fundamental aspect of humanity.
The next time you see something and you automatically think it's disgusting, or wrong, or immoral, I invite you to ask yourself: is this actually wrong or does this just make me uncomfortable?
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human.
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more backstory that i wrote up for patreon heh:
Simon and Tommy had a complicated relationship as brothers.
At a young age, Simon basically wrote himself off as a lost cause, and did the best he could to make sure at least Tommy had a chance to be a functioning human being. After all, Tommy was the gentler brother, the dreamer, the one who looked like their mother (who'd walked out on them years ago to escape their father). But Tommy got bitter, got sick of the one always being protected, being babied. He lost respect for Simon, for the way he wouldn't fight back, and in a twisted way, grew closer to his father as a way to learn how to be powerful, strong. It backfired, and Tommy got wrapped up in some bad business.
Simon's kid brother died while he was deployed. He got the news in the letter, and it broke him in a big way. In the story timeline, it was years and years ago but it still hurts like hell whenever Simon thinks about him.
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