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He literally started buffering in real time I'm—
might as well put a loading sign cause that's what this video is
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hey uh I hate to tell you this but your golden retriever boyfriend comes from a pet store and not a reputable breeder
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context, who needs context
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Billy's still angry, once its over. That doesn't change.
He can't be angry in the same way anymore, fists and blood and red mist. His body won't let him. Can't. But the anger is still there.
He's angry at the monster. For latching onto him, doing this to him. Angry at himself, for letting it. For being who he was, so it could. He's angry at Max, who didn't fucking tell him. Didn't warn him. Believe him when he said he didn't mean to.
Angry at his Dad, who takes every penny of the hush money the government gave him and leaves. Leaves just like his mom, leaves Billy behind too.
And Susan. And Max.
Angry at fucking Harrington. Harrington, who lied to him. Who let Max get tangled up in this shit. Who tried to fucking kill him. Killed his babygirl. Took away the one spark of hope and freedom Billy'd ever had.
Angry at the nurses, who tolerate his bitchiness and stubbornness with a tight-lipped pity, who only punish his barbed words by not giving him a jello-o cup with his dinner like he's fucking five again.
He's angry at these walls. These doors. The thin hospital blankets and how its always cold and the bed's too small and his ass is out in a paper gown. Angry at the shrink who sits with him twice a week and tells him life is different now, but there's still hope.
A fresh start.
He'll never eat properly again. Has to take 12 pills a day just to keep on keeping on. There's a tube up his nose to help him breathe that'll never come out and a tube up his dick and occasionally one down his throat when his lungs decide its time to take a nap.
He hasn't left this fucking bed in four months. He's angry about that too.
They cut his hair. He's so angry at that he cries, crashes, has to be sedated.
You lived, they tell him. Be grateful. You survived. Why are you so unhappy? You lived and others didn't.
I know, Billy thinks, watching the rain slide down the window. He can't remember what rain feels like, anymore. I'm angry about that too.
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Oliver Stark + Men’s Health: rapid fire questions [x]
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🤔 well. the hairy knees really add a certain je ne sais quoi to this
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David Harbour on the Santa Cinematic Universe
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therogueheart · 1 year
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random thing but i realized it might be helpful for some people so uh. theres this thingy where you can upload an image and it gives you a color palette based on it ! 
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and it also gives you the hex code values for them too its p neat !
here’s the link to the website !
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JASKIER MEETS JASKIER The Witcher: Blood Origin 
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If Billy thought sand got in places it shouldn't, my god its got fucking nothing on a bag of flour.
Its in his eyes. His hair. His ears. He's pretty sure if he bends over there's gonna be snowfall from his asscrack. It feels like its in his lungs.
"Its worth it. You love him. Its his birthday. Its worth it. You love him. Its his birthday. Its worth it—"
Over and over, reminding himself of why he's in a bakepocalypse instead of his nice, comfy bed, dreaming sweet dreams about high waves and fast cars and pretty little idiots with stupid hair.
In hindsight, he should've done this sooner. But Neil's got this new thing about not getting past half the bottle on a weekday and Billy loves Steve but its just plain stupid to do something like this when Neil's sober enough to swing straight if he's woken up.
So its the night before (of? Day of? He's pretty sure its past midnight) and he's making something that might be cookies with a recipe he ripped out of a book in Home EC and stuffed in his pocket and he's got anywhere between six and three hours and—
And they come out fine. Crumbly. Sweet, after a dusting of sugar. He (Susan) doesn't have an icing bag or icing, so he just washes his hands, sticks his finger in the jam jar and starts to write happy birthday on one.
He gets 'happ birth.'
Its close enough.
(He writes 'fuckwit' on one of the others.)
He hides them in Steve's locker because he's a fucking coward and there's no way he's giving them to him face to face. People like Billy Hargrove do not bake cookies for their maybe-boyfriend's birthday.
Steve still finds him at lunch. Tracks him down to their spot, just off school property, kisses him with cookie crumbs on his lips and the taste of sugar and jam on his tongue. There's half a cookie in his hand that says 'kwit.'
"Tastes almost as good as you," Steve grins.
(Later, in the safety of Steve's bedroom, Steve pokes at his asscheek.
"Is that flour?")
Thinking about Billy trying to bake for Steve's birthday, frantically running around his kitchen in the middle of the night, trying to be oh so silent. He took home ec this semester just to learn, been practicing for months just to make something good with his hands, to create something tangible of his love for Steve.
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therogueheart · 1 year
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Shit okay so Dacre was an actual fucking angel at the Con, and he was so sweet. He called my name pretty and he accidentally touched my ass when we were getting settled for the photo which was. Highlight of my life, honestly. And he didn't even mind when I walked into the photo cube and made the weirdest noise instead of an actual fucking word as greeting.
His smile?? Blinding in person. We stan a pretty bitch.
He was so tired by the end of the day and I felt so bad for him because they accidentally called his autographs early but there was two of us still waiting so he came back down. He had all his bags and was clearly exhausted but he still made an effort to chat. He also had this little bag which looked like a proper handbag because it was small and blue and on a long strap, it was so cute and I was really tempted to ask where he got it because I have a sweater it would match like *chefs kiss.*
On a side note; Will Poulter is so sweet and chatty and down to earth? Literally the most 'casual' celebrity I've met outside of Alex Garfin and he was so interested in hearing us talk about our day. He was also super sweet when I realized I forgot his selfie and had to circle back around. He's so much taller than I thought he was and thought it was hilarious when I blurted out 'fuck me you're tall.' He's so pretty too. I hate him so much, he's gorgeous. He's also the first celebrity I felt kind of confident in meeting and talking to? That could've been the mouthful of Kalms I took before though lmaooo.
I met Mads Mikkelson too, who had to bend down so much to be in the photo with me its not even funny. I didn't get an autograph with him because they were sold out, but even though the photo op was super brief he was so warm for it. Definitely gonna get an auto if he's at a Con next time because hearing him talk at the panel was so nice.
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Billy saw Steve once and was literally like "do you need a dog because I can bark"
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