And I am doing moodboards where a simple board like the one on my pinned post is $5. I am open to fanfictions where the donation must be $ words, increasing if you want me to write more. Any amount will be welcome, the list above are more like a very least amount. Please use this post to find links for donating. Any little bit you can donate or share would be welcome. And I couldn’t nearly imagine the fear of having my home country invaded. My heart is totally breaking for what’s going on. I am going to be participating, and I’m putting this up quickly so let me know if you have any questions. Information post for Harringrove for Ukraine :
its already the night of the 25th here I COULDN'T WAIT ANYMORE i fucking love this piece and of course I was excited to post this SPOOKY THEMES!! SPOOKY THEMES!!! harringrove harringroveweek billy hargrove steve harrington fanart huangdraws harringrove art spooky season art artists on tumblr halloween please excuse my rusty-ass writing :''') His gaze locked in and unable to notice how he’s no longer alone in the abandoned room. Steve’s heart starts to stutter, but he couldn’t take his eyes away from the switchblade. The lights flicker again, the old bathroom feeling colder than when he had come in. He can’t tell if its the slight rust but it smelled strongly of iron. The stain in particular makes his brows furrow. Just like the handle, the blade shows signs of age: rust and stains sticking on it like imperfections. He finally presses on the lever and blinks in surprise at the release. He brushes it off, the old building faulty enough as is. Or dead if its older than he’s thinking.Ī chill raises the hair on the back of his neck, the light flickering somewhat. Being on the much older and abandoned side of the boarding school, he assumes the owner must’ve long graduated already.
He turns it over and finds it, along with an etching. Steve looks for the lever to release the blade, see if it still works. Laying there untouched, waiting for its return to its owner.
Its handle old with use, he observes standing by the sink he had found the old thing on. The cold florescent light bounces off the switchblade in Steve’s hand. Harringrove Week Day 1: Ghosts x Boarding School/ Billy’s switchblade
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