Tumgik
#Billy's eyebrow
your-zipper-is-down · 2 months
Text
A BillyTella commission I got from @lovethedanielhd
The reference I sent
Tumblr media
Their (gorgeous) art:
Tumblr media
34 notes · View notes
zhouxiangs · 6 days
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Thank you for inviting me. Let me do something for you, Mr. Ming.
MY STAND-IN (2024) | Episode 5
117 notes · View notes
svnflowermoon · 24 days
Text
ok hi hello i am trying to get back into drawing (i've been in a horrific drawing slump for 5 months) so here's the loml
Tumblr media Tumblr media
44 notes · View notes
telffiin · 7 months
Text
Tumblr media
2 lazy 2 finish. blergh
120 notes · View notes
nonsensetwo · 6 months
Text
Tumblr media
Handsome baby <3
81 notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media
his eyes are so big and wide and sweet and i can't.
also this motherfucker legit has cat eyes and i can't.
28 notes · View notes
ickypuppi3 · 1 year
Text
i love the idea of billy just running with “pretty boy” and steve getting so used to it that it doesn’t even phase him anymore but the first time someone, say robin, overhears she’s like.. what was that
259 notes · View notes
negrowhat · 6 months
Text
Tumblr media
Billy+Babe
19 notes · View notes
lovebillyhargrove · 1 year
Text
It's been almost a year since Starcourt.
Steve is actually functioning. Doing well, all things considered. Working and stuff. Eating, drinking. Sleeping, on and off.
Not a day passes without him remembering the guy they never shared anything with.
Except this
Tumblr media
And this
Tumblr media
And that
Tumblr media
And .. so much more.
Weird, they shared nothing but moments, and still it was so much.
He made Steve question.
He made him taste this delicious, tantalizing want - what if - making Steve enter the turbulence zone.
And never really getting out of it.
What if.
And then. Hargrove just fucking.. died. Sacrificed himself. Died in an explosion of colours. Such a beautiful sight, such a violent end. Leaving Steve to deal with turbulence and craving, alone.
Leaving a big question mark what could've been swelling in Steve's chest, not letting him be.
Yeah, Steve's okay. He's fine. He's functioning.
***
Until one day he turns on his fancy TV in his fancy living room and sees this
Tumblr media
BREAKING NEWS: BILLY HARGROVE, THE STARCOURT HERO, IS ALIVE
Steve can't really hear or understand anything. In the background the phone rings and rings and keeps on ringing. It's Dustin, probably.
Steve can't move. He's staring at the screen, his attention somehow focusing on one single thing. Billy's eyebrow.
The motherfucker comes back from the dead with bleached hair and a slit eyebrow and thinks .. he thinks he can..
Steve spent almost a whole year losing his sleep over the dead guy. The sweet and impossible what could've been.
Whatever Hargrove's thinking standing there looking like that after a year or being fucking dead, Steve has a couple of things to say to him.
Or
To whisper in his ear, looking at that slit eyebrow. Taking it in.
So close. What if has never felt more real.
145 notes · View notes
biillys · 1 year
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
STRANGER THINGS 2.02 – trick or treat
63 notes · View notes
passivenovember · 2 years
Text
Like, in the tattered, white-hot center of himself, he knows it’s like trying to patch a boat once it collides with the side of a mountain when Billy holds on with everything he has. 
And even if Billy’s doing it to save the boats life, the boat is uncaring of the crash and the damage and will hate him, once all is said and done. 
Billy knows it. Has watched it happen, because. Neil tried, with his mom, and that wasn’t exactly a fairy-tale ending, but. Look. 
He falls in love for the first time, for real, with Steve Harrington and that’s it. 
He’s done. Packed up, ready to clean himself of grime and shave his nature down into something soft and pliant. Rounded corners and smooth edges that won’t destroy the velvet lined box of what Steve needs him to be because Billy’s sick with it. 
With love. Happiness and good feelings and content, purer than anything he’s ever washed his hands of, and. 
Look. The minute Billy spots clouds on the horizon, sees the glimmer of lights from a rival civilization called Munson, he thinks it might fall apart. Crumble to dust in his hands and Billy doesn’t know what to do.
Because Steve’s a queer made of yellow daisies and picnic baskets tucked full of good intentions. He shares all the gentle, kind parts himself with whoever needs a home, and it attracts wanderers. Losers. Stray dogs. 
They start feeding Eddie Munson, because he’s lost and hungry and Steve’s an emotional all night buffet and Billy’s sick with fucking. 
Jealousy.
Steve swears up and down that he’s got it all wrong. Munson's in love with Billy and Steve’s just collateral, but. It doesn’t feel that way. Feels like rapture. Like the last swell of music at the end of an opera. Like the end.
So they’re a packaged deal at first. 
Billy hates it, then starts to hate it less when Munson approaches him first and asks Billy to be his. 
Steel toes in the dirt, fiddling with that curly brown mop hat hides his cherub cheeks, “Will you be mine?” Eddie says, and Billy thinks of love songs. Elvis Presly and warnings of charming Devils in Disguise. Blue Hawaii, passion soaked afternoons.
It’s mixed signals, running down his spine like cold water.
Billy doesn’t know how he could ever be anyone’s but Steve’s. Harrington’s got that hold on him. Billy swears up and that Munson sees it, too, but. 
Billy’s not a fool. 
He recognizes the way Steve looks at Eddie. Feels like his sister, watching how Max used to, always going a little cherry-cheeked when she hung around Steve and Billy for too long, swearing he’s in love with you, dumbass.
It hurts, just a little. Like a bee sting. Like the way Neil’s never soaring at Everest with pride for him. 
The way Steve looks at Munson even as he holds Billy’s hand, rubbing soft circles into the scar over his palm, cuts Billy open.
And he knows it’s not something Steve’s doing to hurt him. Steve would never and could never, and there isn’t a thing on God’s green Earth Billy wouldn’t do for Steve, so. 
He’s theirs. Both. 
And Billy’s not confident he’ll ever relax into it, never convincing or fooling anyone who looks close enough, but he’d by lying if the smile that eclipses Munson’s face didn’t light him up like Times Square. 
170 notes · View notes
songstone · 1 year
Text
Apologies in advance to Billy Hargrove fans but this picture:
Tumblr media
Makes him look like Ignacio:
Tumblr media
And I can't unsee it
Tumblr media
In conclusion Nacho could take Billy in a fight, flayed or not, because he can just summon his eagle powers
49 notes · View notes
bigdumbbambieyes · 2 years
Text
inspired by @atomrose’s post about reverse au Harringrove except it’s just their hair colour 🤍
Tumblr media Tumblr media
127 notes · View notes
Text
I love our boy Dacre, truly and deeply, but I am begging him to please just find one more facial expression to use during photoshoots. There are only so many artistique Fuck Me eyes a person can take.
64 notes · View notes
every-dayiwakeup · 2 years
Note
i mean the physiques, the hair, the fashion, the piercings, even the religious iconography are all too similar for it to be a coincidence
I mean... 🤭
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
@intothedysphoria found another truther bestie
25 notes · View notes
thebussynotes · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media
It’s rat boy :D this started off as a sketch on my notebook and I can’t tell which one is better lmao
21 notes · View notes