more Deaf Billy
-> Billy tried out for the Hawkins basketball team to please his father and was/is actually really good at basketball. however the coach denied him due to his “lack of ability to communicate with teammates” (really just didnt want to deal with the Deaf Student)-- Billy also got a good smackdown for this from his father as well
-> Steve met Billy at tryouts and the whole draw a charge scene happened just--no words from Billy. it was all eyes and body language and Steve was weirdly confused and maybe a little turned on.
-> Billy is pretty much alienated in school and whether its covert or overt prejudice public school really isn’t all Billy was hoping it would be. he can’t help but think of how things would have gone if he’d signed from the beginning and had a normal family and his mom was back-- she would have supported him
-> he really doesn’t have many friends and usually if people try he lashes out and puts walls up-- except for a certain fellow metal head
-> Eddie, despite Billy’s emotional fortress he’d put up, repeatedly tries to be Billy’s friend. they really connect on the whole “black sheep/outsider” aspect and whether Billy admits it or not Eddie really is his closest friend.
-> Signing Naturally doesn’t come out until 1988-- but Eddie managed to find an ASL dictionary and surprises Billy one day at lunch by fingerspelling “H-i H-o-t-s-t-u-f-f” and perhaps convinces Billy to start teaching him ASL in promise of weed : )
-> As they hang out more and more Eddie starts playing for Billy who LOVES metal and loves it when Eddie turns shit up for him and they regularly go apeshit in Eddie’s trailer
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Time to go Home
“Honestly, sometimes I think I love this apartment more than I love you,” Taylor swings her feet from where she’s sitting on Buck’s kitchen island, heels knocking against the cabinet doors. A wine glass rests between her fingers; Buck has lost count of how many times she’s refilled it tonight.
He doesn’t know when she stopped coming over without drinking. It’s telling, he thinks, that Taylor only seems to keep his company when there’s alcohol involved.
Or maybe that one goes the other way. He looks at the beer bottle in his own hand, trying to convince himself to put it down. He can’t get himself to let go of the smooth glass. That’s new, but it’s not a constant. He’s perfectly capable of staying sober when he’s with Maddie or Chimney or Hen or Bobby or Eddie.
But as soon as Taylor gets home from work, he’s offering up drinks. Either one of them had a good day and they’re celebrating, or they’re mourning a hard shift. It’s easier that way: get a little tipsy, fall into bed together, have some mind-blowing sex, rinse and repeat.
Taylor is buzzed. He can see it in the flush of her cheeks, the way her torso sways as she talks. She doesn’t seem to have noticed that he isn’t listening; she’s still going on about the natural lighting and the stainless steel fixtures and the way the sunrise hits the loft every morning.
She’s waxing poetic about his apartment, but lately he can’t get more than a habitual “love you too” when they part ways in the morning.
Well. Drunk words are sober thoughts, right?
“Keep it.” He cuts her off.
“What?”
“The apartment. If you like it so much, then keep it.” The words are out of his mouth almost before the thoughts have cleared his brain. But the more he says, the more he realizes that it’s true, and it’s been a long time coming. “You feel at home here? The place is yours. I’ll sublet what’s left of the lease, and we can move it to your name when you renew it.”
“Buck … it’s your home.”
“No, it’s just my residence. Home is where the heart is, right?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means … this has never felt like home to me, Tay. I thought maybe it could, once upon a time. All the open space, perfect for inviting people over, you know? But … no one ever hangs out here, really, except the two of us.”
“So, what, you’re moving out? Where are you going to live?”
“I … I don’t know. But if you love the apartment more than me, it’s yours.” He’s not sure if he means that she loves the apartment more than he does, or that she loves the apartment more than she loves him.
He’s not sure it matters.
All he’s sure of is that he doesn’t want to spend another night drinking just so he can stand being around his own girlfriend.
Ex-girlfriend.
That’s going to take some getting used to, but he can already tell that it’s more about the sting of another failed relationship than it is about losing Taylor’s place in his life.
But what was it that he’d said to Eddie, however many months ago? You owe it to her to be honest, and I know what it’s like to be in love with someone who’s not all the way in, and stick it out?
Maybe it’s his turn to be on the other side of that. Maybe this time, he’s not all the way in.
Maybe he is all in, but not here.
Because when Taylor asked him where he’s going to live, there’s only one place that popped into his head. One place he could picture that truly feels like home.
“Buck …" Taylor tries to protest, but she doesn’t get any further than his name.
“Don’t,” he says, finally loosening his grasp on the beer bottle. “I’ll get some stuff together for a few nights, and we can figure out how we’re doing the rest of it another day.”
“If you’re sure.” Buck can’t figure out the emotion behind Taylor’s words, but she’s not arguing with him. So he steps away from the counter, leaving Taylor behind in the kitchen that never really felt like his.
He takes the stairs two at a time, up to the loft where he pulls a duffle bag out of the closet. He packs his toiletries, a few shirts, a change of jeans and clean underwear.
As he’s contemplating whether he should toss a hoodie onto the top of the pile, he slides his phone out of his back pocket and types out a text.
What’re my two favorite guys up to tonight?
Move night. Wallace and Gromit, I think. Why? Isn’t it date night in?
Not so much. Long story, might need a place to crash for a few days. Room for one more, if I bring popcorn?
Always room for you here.
Buck replies with a thumbs up and a popcorn emoji. Then he slides the bag strap over his shoulder and takes a deep breath.
It’s time for him to go home.
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Don't forget about the Palestinians.
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When the history books start to update, don't let them put lies in there.
When documentaries come out, boycott the ones who call this a victory for Israel.
When books release talking about soldier's personal experiences with Palestine, remember the victims. Remember the truth.
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Don't let them tell lies about Palestine.
Don't forget about the Palestinians when the world tries to make this go away.
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