#billy is a compulsive liar

[discodeviant]

Deceiver, Dissembler

Billy/Steve | Mature | 1k words Referenced Abuse

Again, the idea for this changed like seven times, but I hope you like what I've landed on! Also just... assume there's no upside down in anything I write because there never is lmao. Enjoy <3

Made for @billyhargrovebingo!

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It used to feel like a panic attack. An abrupt, painful grip around his lungs—the truth hiding somewhere deep in his heart where it was shallow enough for Neil to reach in and grab it himself. He always knew where to poke his fingers, what to hold onto, what strings to pull so Billy would talk; and by the end, Billy was hardly skin and bones. But the void he felt afterwards was better than panic, so he accepted it for a long time.

Then, one day, it felt like a challenge. The panic didn’t have time to set in before exhaustion—boredom—because the routine was so tired by then. Questions repeated themselves every other day about where Billy was, who he was with, why this or that was missing and what did he do with it.

At seventeen, it felt like a prayer.

Hawkins made it easy and all the more difficult; he could lie because no one knew the truth. No one knew Billy Hargrove better than Billy himself, but some people liked to think they did. Tommy Hagan—he thought he had Billy all figured out. Cali boy just needed a country fuck, that's why he was so uptight, it'd make him less nervous. He was good-looking, so it would be easy to get any girl on her knees or her back, but Billy always told Tommy to piss off because he didn't need a fuck, he needed a cigarette. "Suit yourself," Tommy would say, and Billy would flip him the bird.

Then came the bruises, and the performative little rivalry with Steve Harrington made them easy enough to explain at first when they shoved each other in the halls and got too handsy in the gym. Or Billy would say he got mugged in the city, and you should see the other guy. Sometimes it was true, but most times the other guy was unscathed. Spotless the next morning in a dress shirt and tie, neatly pressed under a trimmed moustache and clean-shaven chin. Knuckles never bruised either. No one would know a thing.

There was one truth that Neil chose to ignore most days, and while Billy was thankful for it, sometimes the worry was unavoidable. Sometimes he didn't think the lie would be enough, and the performative little rivalry with Steve Harrington made it harder to put the truth away for a time when it wouldn't be dangerous. It went from snide comments and glares to flirtatious quips and bedroom eyes in a matter of weeks. Steve would be the death of him, Billy swore it, for more reasons than one.

For a while it felt like a sin, lying to Steve, because Steve never lied to him. Omitted some information at times, but that wasn't the same. That wasn't what Billy did to him when he said that he couldn't go to the movies one night because Max needed help finishing a project, or that he wasn't in school because he had an appointment he couldn't miss. That he got in a scuffle outside of a bar because the owner caught whiff of a kid trying to buy whiskey. That he wasn't like that, because he was with Steve, and he never tried to hide it when they were alone.

At seventeen, Billy’s prayer was answered.

"Then what the fuck is this!" They were at the quarry after a long, quiet drive. Steve was out of breath once he'd replaced Billy's agonizing silence with a long string of hurt and confusion. He lowered his voice: "You kiss me. You let me wash your hair. You make me dinner before going back home. My knuckles are bruised every weekend because you bite down so hard when I fuck you, and you're gonna stand here and tell me you're not like that? Bullshit."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, just stop fucking lying to me, Billy! Do you have any idea how fucked up I am because everyone lies to me all the goddamn time? I don't believe anybody!" Steve's anger bloomed into a wide grin that Billy wished was happy. "Why bother with this if it's so bad that you can't even say it? Tell me!"

"Tell you what, man? That I'm a faggot who takes it up the ass from King Steve?"

Then Steve shrunk and stepped in closer, near-silent when he said, "That... that you like me, or—" Billy just kissed him, or tried to, before being pushed away. "Billy! Fuck, I'm serious,” he said with a sad smile and even sadder laugh, and Billy's cold hands found the ends of his hair once again to lock themselves in.

The truth swam around in Billy's mind and drained the water out through his eyes. "I don't wanna lie to you, Steve," he said, and Steve almost walked away, but the grip in his hair was too strong. "Jesus, will you let me finish?" Steve pouted. "Of course I fucking like you, okay?" Rolled his eyes with a huff; Billy kept his attention. "Just... the truth gets me in trouble, alright, and I don't want to drag you into it."

A deeper confession hid behind his lips.

"I'm already in it, Billy. I don't care. You don't have to lie to get me to stay."

He looked at Steve for a long while, not saying a word, considering whether that was a lie in itself. But Steve didn’t lie. Friends don’t lie. "I won't anymore," Billy said, but he knew it wouldn't be that easy, and Steve knew it too. "I'll try." He wiped his nose and tears in one motion with his sleeve.

Steve smiled, just a little. "Okay."

"You believe me?"

He nodded. "I trust you."

[akwardlyuncool]

Black and Akward In The Scene #1: He's Still A White Man.

I've decided that I'm gonna start a series of blog posts talking about being Black in "the scene." (Y'all know what scene I'm talking about, so no need to clarify in this moment.) Today is the first post in that series and we'll see if I post more. I have some writing in my drafts that might make an appearance, but let's just start with this first one.

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So I recently learned the Billie Joe Armstrong said the N Word with the hard "r" in Green Day's song American Eulogy for their album 21st Century Breakdown. On the TikTok video where I learned this information, I commented "as a Black fan this gives me the ick." Some people agreed and then some folks decided I needed further context on the lyrics. (As in that would help.) Now I personally don't need further context because I can just go listen to the song and see what's up, however context isn't going to change the fact that Billie Joe is at the end of the day, a white man.

The context: The Lyrics: "Fight fire with a riot the class war is hangin' on a wire because the martyr is a compulsive liar when he said, "It's just a bunch of n*ggers throwing gas into the hysteria." The full song for those who want to hear it. The Note: Either he's quoting an actual racist or a fictional one (I haven't found full confirmation on either) and speaking from their point of view, neither in an agreement sort of way.

I've listened to this song a bunch of times, because I was checking the CD out from the library back in 09, have owned the album myself for probably close to 10 years now, (I have a special copy) and this moment is one I just happened to miss. To be fair maybe there was a time I'm forgetting where I was made aware and have long since forgotten, but today it feels fresh. Today I'm bummed. Today I'm uncomfortable. And today I'm irritated at all the, you know what people, that felt the need to jump to his defense instead of acting like I didn't have a reason to feel some sort of way about his actions.

In that same comment section I also stated that I'm not gonna stop listening to Green Day, just that this is a weird moment for me. I have hella expensive tickets to see Green Day on tour this summer. I've been listening to this album for years and they've literally been one of my favorite bands since I was in middle school, he's not getting canceled. So it's rather ironic that these people are treating my discomfort or the discomfort of other Black fans that agreed and shared similar sentiment, like fires that need to be simmered before the flames get too big.

How many times do I have to remind these folks that context will not help him here. At most the context, which I could have already deduced by simply being the fan that I am, let's me know that Billie Joe wasn't speaking from his own opinions. All that being said he still felt the need to write the lyrics and preform them as is, as a white man. I'm not giving him a pass in that regard and I think that's whats making people upset or at least be on the defense.

I think they want the Black fans to give him a pass, so that they can still feel comfortable. This is Quentin Tarantino. Truly if you know, you're a girl that gets it. It's also ironic cause the folks that made the video were also not Black either.

My point is that I'm tired of non-Black people invalidating our (mine specifically) feelings to make sure their fave, that once again is not getting canceled, doesn't get called racist. They also cited the other slurs that he's used in his music, not stating the fact that those are slurs he as a queer man has the ability to reclaim. And maybe none of this is true and they're just "making sure I'm aware." If that's the case then, go "educate" one of those conservatives who didn't know that Green Day was one of those darn "liberals," I'm sure they're interested in learning.

[storkmuffin]

The private exchange between John Silver in his Long John Silver era and Billy Flint in his Don't Need A Daddy era is fascinating. Billy is so smart, and so good at rhetoric.

He makes it sound like the discord between himself and John Silver (because uh, Billy fired at James Flint and Madi) is the thing that grieves him the most.

When John Silver gets all sanctimonious, Billy doesn't get annoyed, and instead pulls a James Flint Move (lying through his teeth about how much he cares about The Men) and then dissing James Flint because this is the overall point he wants to make

What Billy Bones doesn't know, and can't, simply because he wasn't there, was the strength of the bond that now exists between Silver and Flint.

The problem that Billy Bones has, of course, is that he's hanging all of his hopes on a conman whose dominant trait is inconsistency and mendacity.

Any agreement with John Silver, Long or ordinary, only lasts exactly as long as it serves him.

Nevertheless, Billy is emotionally smart enough to know how very isolated and lonely a compulsive liar like John Silver feels, so he peppers his talk with "you and I" and "we"s galore.

So smart, and yet so unwise, Billy Bones.

[angeldcgs]

yesterday i posted some opens and today i come to you, good mutuals, with an offer to plot with any and all of my newer muses listed under the cut. most of them are a little whacky but there's something for everyone <3 give this a like if you're interested in any of them and i'll come to you to plot!!

the mcdermott family: based on the firefly family from h.ouse of 1.000 c.orpses (2003), the mcdermotts were a family of circus performers/carnies who owned and operated a local carnival in town. when travelers and townsfolk started going missing in alarming numbers, the cops started poking around the carnival and uncovered numerous bodies and other nightmarish finds, resulting in the majority of the mcdermotts either being locked up in prison for life, or slain in a deadly stand-off with the cops. these five are the only who remain in town, still carrying out their gruesome acts but on a much smaller scale, confined to a trailer park rather than their beloved carnival, as it was torched by the townsfolk following the arrests.

oberlin "obie" mcdermott (e.bon m.oss b.achrach fc)- he/him, 47, heterosexual, dominant, retired circus clown/junkyard owner (billy's brother, duncan, dolly, and mac's uncle)

billy mcdermott (k.yle g.allner fc)- he/him, 35, bisexual, dominant, mechanic/serial killer (obie's brother, duncan, dolly, and mac's uncle)

duncan mcdermott (h.arris d.ickinson fc)- he/him, 27, bisexual, dominant, drug dealer/serial killer (dolly's twin, mac's half brother)

dolly mcdermott (h.unter s.chafer fc)- she/her, 27, queer, switch, contortionist/serial killer (duncan's twin, mac's half sister)

mackenzie "mac" mcdermott (c.amila m.orrone fc)- she/her, 24, bisexual, dominant, robber/serial killer (duncan and dolly's half sister)

the dobbs brothers: raised in an abusive religious cult and kept separate from the rest of the world, the boys never learned how to live in modern society or be "normal" people until the feds broke up the organization and they were placed in foster care, but even then, it was a rough adjustment. zeke took to the change well, reveling in all the attention they were receiving from journalists and news outlets all looking to tell their story, while sammie still struggles adapting to this new world that's so diametrically opposed to the one he was raised in.

samson "sammie" dobbs (j.ohnny b.erchtold fc)- he/him, 26, bisexual (closeted), submissive, grocery store clerk

ezekiel "zeke" dobbs (f.red h.echinger fc)- he/him, 21, pansexual, submissive, pizza delivery guy

others:

kirby o'connell (m.argaret q.ualley fc)- she/her, 27, lesbian, switch, karaoke bar owner

your average everyday lovable lesbian fuckboy, think shane mccutcheon in the l word but a touch less brooding. bought an old run down bar for cheap at an auction with the intent of turning it into a queer friendly karaoke bar, but it turns out the former owner was using the bar as a front for a money laundering scheme, and now the criminal organization in charge of that is expecting her to continue to be involved.

louise "lou" walsh (t.alia r.yder fc)- she/her, 21, pansexual, switch, writer

a compulsive liar who's constructed an entire backstory for herself to better support her image as a "starving artist". really, she comes from an incredibly wealthy midwest family, the kind who own every building and every business in their small town, but that's not the kind of backstory that sells books.

[rainbowbillyfriendshipbracket]

Diary entries written from Billy's perspective!

~ A REALLY SCARY AND STRONG AND RELIABLE BIG BROTHER WHO ALWAYS TALKS LIKE THIS! RAAAAARGH!

~ A compulsive liar who's learning to be more honest. Drools a lot and cackles loudly, but is very sweet!

[rockislandadultreads]

NoveList August Reading Challenge: Read a book that stars an unreliable or unnamed narrator

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A Minor Chorus by Billy-Ray Belcourt

In Northern Alberta, a queer Indigenous doctoral student steps away from his dissertation to write a novel. He is adrift, caught between his childhood on the reservation and this new life of the urban intelligentsia. Billy-Ray Belcourt’s unnamed narrator chronicles a series of encounters: a heart-to-heart with fellow doctoral student River over the mounting pressure placed on marginalized scholars; a meeting with Michael, a closeted adult from his hometown whose vulnerability and loneliness punctuate the realities of queer life on the fringe. Amid these conversations, the narrator is haunted by memories of Jack, a cousin caught in the cycle of police violence, drugs, and survival. Jack’s life parallels the narrator’s own; the possibilities of escape and imprisonment are left to chance with colonialism stacking the odds. 

A Minor Chorus introduces the dazzling literary voice of a Lambda Literary Award winner and Canadian #1 national best-selling poet to the United States, shining much-needed light on the realities of Indigenous survival.

Checkout 19 by Claire-Louise Bennett

In a working-class town in a county west of London, a schoolgirl scribbles stories in the back pages of her exercise book, intoxicated by the first sparks of her imagination. As she grows, everything and everyone she encounters become fuel for a burning talent. The large Russian man in the ancient maroon car who careens around the grocery store where she works as a checkout clerk, and slips her a copy of Beyond Good and Evil. The growing heaps of other books in which she loses-and finds-herself. Even the derailing of a friendship, in a devastating violation. The thrill of learning to conjure characters and scenarios in her head is matched by the exhilaration of forging her own way in the world, the two kinds of ingenuity kindling to a brilliant conflagration.

Liar, Dreamer, Thief by Maria Dong

Katrina Kim may be broke, the black sheep of her family, and slightly unhinged, but she isn’t a stalker. Her obsession with her co-worker, Kurt, is just one of many coping mechanisms—like her constant shape and number rituals, or the way scenes from her favorite children’s book bleed into her vision whenever she feels anxious or stressed.

But when Katrina finds a cryptic message from Kurt that implies he’s aware of her surveillance, her tenuous hold on a normal life crumbles. Driven by compulsion, she enacts the most powerful ritual she has to reclaim control—a midnight visit to the Cayatoga Bridge—and arrives just in time to witness Kurt’s suicide. Before he jumps, he slams her with a devastating accusation: his death is all her fault.

Horrified, Katrina combs through the clues she’s collected about Kurt over the last three years, but each revelation uncovers a menacing truth: for every moment she was watching him, he was watching her. And the past she thought she’d left behind? It’s been following her more closely than she ever could have imagined.

The Kingdom of Sand by Andrew Holleran

The Kingdom of Sand is a poignant tale of desire and dread—Andrew Holleran’s first new book in sixteen years. The nameless narrator is a gay man who moved to Florida to look after his aging parents—during the height of the AIDS epidemic—and has found himself unable to leave after their deaths. With gallows humor, he chronicles the indignities of growing old in a small town.

At the heart of the novel is the story of his friendship with Earl, whom he met cruising at the local boat ramp. For the last twenty years, he has been visiting Earl to watch classic films together and critique the neighbors. Earl is the only person in town with whom he can truly be himself. Now Earl’s health is failing, and our increasingly misanthropic narrator must contend with the fact that once Earl dies, he will be completely alone. He distracts himself with sexual encounters at the video porn store and visits to Walgreens. All the while, he shares reflections on illness and death that are at once funny and heartbreaking.

[troubleah]

BASICS !

NAME:   líf mikaelsdóttir leah mikaelson NICKNAME/S:   little shit none AGE:   19ish / 1000+ SPECIES:  original vampire

PERSONAL !

MORALITY:    lawful  /  chaotic  /  good  /  neutral  /  evil  /  true RELIGION:  somewhere between norse paganism & atheism SINS:    greed  /  gluttony  /  sloth  /  lust  /  pride  /  envy /  wrath VIRTUES:    chastity  /  charity  /  diligence /  humility  /  kindness  /  patience  /  justice / none :p KNOWN LANGUAGES: too many to list tbh. she's over a thousand years old and has travelled for most of her life; she's not fluent in all of them but has a conversational level at least SECRETS: again, too many to name; leah is a nearly compulsive liar and so she holds a lot of secrets. i guess the biggest one would be that, every single day she's away from them, she misses her family terribly; it hurts to be around them but it hurts to be away just the same because they're a part of her. one of her deepest wishes is that they sucked a little less and were less of a controlling self-destructive mess so that she could come home and still be herself ( but doesn't believe this is possible ). and that as much as she doesn't want to get roped into Family Drama and would mess with them, she'd choose their side and come to their rescue if it was a death or life situation.

PHYSICAL !

BUILD:    scrawny  /  bony  /  slender  /  fit /  athletic  /  curvy  /  herculean  /  pudgy  /  average HEIGHT:     5'5'' ; 165cm SCARS / BIRTHMARKS:   a scar on her chest from mikael's sword ABILITIES / POWERS:    original vampire OP powers; but also an extensive knowledge of toxicology / chemistry / anatomy / how to kill a hooman RESTRICTIONS:  typical vampire weaknesses: vervain, wood, neck snap, sunlight, white oak etc. impulsive personality. chronic pain ( from spinal birth defects )

FAVORITES !

FOOD:  blood DRINK:    latte or alcohol ( with blood ) PIZZA TOPPING:   none COLOR:   black, green, red MUSIC GENRE:    instrumental, chill music: have her personal playlist BOOK GENRE:   encyclopedias, grimoires, wikipedia MOVIE GENRE:  documentaries CURSE WORD:    bloody hell, fuck SCENTS:   wood, flowers, ocean breeze

FUN STUFF !

SONGS:  the exit ( forgive durden ), sick of being told ( grace vanderwaal ), runs in the family ( amanda palmer ), icarus ( bastille ), seven ( sleeping at last ), leave the city ( twenty one pilots ), numb ( linkin park ), my future ( billie eilish ), serotonin ( girl in red ) AESTHETIC:  pics from a road / highway, maps, climbing trees, jumping fences / off cliffs, walking along train rails, swimming with sharks, growing plants / gardening, woods, covered in blood, here have her pinterest SINGS IN THE SHOWER:   if there is someone around to annoy, yes LIKES PUNS:    always

tagged by: @survivingpierce ( thank u! ) tagging:  @hellsurvivr @therebekahmikaelson @lordofthestrix @logarou @adeathsentence @deceptivemorals @divienity @tanthalos @cursedbcrn @sacredslaycd @psychiclegacy @wehowl

[byneddiedingo]

Gina Lollobrigida and Humphrey Bogart in Beat the Devil (John Huston, 1953)

Cast: Humphrey Bogart, Jennifer Jones, Gina Lollobrigida, Robert Morley, Peter Lorre, Edward Underdown, Ivor Barnard, Marco Tulli, Bernard Lee. Screenplay: Truman Capote, John Huston, based on a novel by Claud Cockburn. Cinematography: Oswald Morris. Art direction: Wilfred Shingleton. Film editing: Ralph Kemplen. Music: Franco Mannino. 

Humphrey Bogart called John Huston's Beat the Devil a "mess," which it is, but much of the messiness is due to Bogart's presence in the film. His tough-guy persona, for which Huston himself was largely responsible after casting Bogart in roles like Sam Spade in The Maltese Falcon (1941) and Fred C. Dobbs in The Treasure of the Sierra Madre (1948), puts him tonally out of sync with the rest of the cast of eccentrics in Beat the Devil. Bogart doesn't seem to know how to play Billy Dannreuther, an American trying to recoup his fortunes by playing along with some rather oddball crooks and grifters: the florid Peterson (Robert Morley), the German-Chilean who calls himself O'Hara (Peter Lorre), the lugubrious Italian Ravello (Marco Tulli), and the fascist Maj. Jack Ross (Ivor Barnard), whose name almost suggests his character -- a humanoid Jack Russell terrier with a hair-trigger temper. Moreover, Dannreuther is rather improbably mated with the scheming Maria (Gina Lollobrigida) and equally improbably wooing the compulsive liar Gwendolen Chelm (Jennifer Jones). That Bogart has no chemistry with either actress, both of whom give delicious performances, further drags the film down. Jones made two films with Huston, this one and the little-seen We Were Strangers (1949), and they are two of the most interesting performances in her career, making me wish that Huston had been able to release Jones more frequently from the clutches of David O. Selznick. Everyone, including Edward Underdown as Gwendolen's husband, Harry, does delightful comic work except Bogart, who glumly and blankly delivers lines he doesn't seem to be trying to understand. That may be understandable, given that the screenplay was being written by Huston and Truman Capote -- and the uncredited Peter Viertel and Anthony Veiller -- pretty much on the fly while the film was being made. The result is a collection of very amusing moments pieced together with a lot of cobbled-together nonsense about uranium deposits in Africa -- in short, the stuff of which cult movies are made. I'm not a member of the cult, but I happily watch Beat the Devil every now and then, especially for the performances of Jones and Morley and Lorre, while wishing that Huston had cast someone more skilled than Bogart -- Grant? Stewart? Cooper? -- at working amid chaos and nonsense.

[hidden-under-lock-and-key]

WIP CHALLENGE

Got Tagged by @gilbirda Thanks loves <3, Some have real titles, others not so much. These are the ones I have started writing. That doesn't mean I will post or finish but here we go! Someone please ask about any one of these.

Rules: “post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. (You can make your own post or reblog this one!) I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? DND campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!”

MLB

Marinette Agreste

Reverse, reverse!

Attacks Of Opportunity

DC

If Billy had a nickel for every time he was adopted by a billionaire, he would have 2 nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice right?

Mini-Supes

Chill out Supes, it's just Lex?

DC X DP

The Cryptid of Gotham academy

Erased

Better three hours too soon than a minute too late

MHA

Code Pink

Eldest Child

Another dead friend pome

I have detective Shinso Brain rot

Switched

Silly Rabbit, Trix are for kids!

Quirkless Underground Hero Yagi

 Lie Detector or Compulsive Liar?

Rabbit Punch

Criminal Minds X Supernatural

Off the tracks

16 all together T-T welp here we go, @arcadechan @crying-over-the-batfam @lalamyfootupyouraft @rainybyday @alonyne @thebubblesareevil @kizitsune @eyesofcrows @anikuja @everendering @aikugo @nuppu-nuppu @shima-draws @sukisook @kiisaes and @stealingyourbones

I hope ya'll haven't been tagged before. Don't feel pressured to!

[mvrderer]

hi! i was looking 4 a matchup. hope it’s not too much trouble!!

i am a 5’2 transmasc enby gay man that loves horror. i enjoy the rain, i like movies and i love the idea of living in a cabin in the woods. i have curly hair n green eyes!! i am also an entp/infp (i know very different) and an artist.

pros :

loud.

not freaked out easily by gore

independent. can go months without talking to someone

clean freak

confrontational. will ask the server for ketchup if someone else needs it.

stick up for people way too hard

loyal

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cons :

not good with touch for a long time.

not really okay speaking my mind. very reclusive.

compulsive liar

struggles with social cues and the likes

LOUD.

never stops talking ever

violent outbursts

hold onto grudges like a bitch

don’t like being helped

stubborn

bad self esteem

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if i am leaving anything out pls lmk ahh so sorry!!

hi!!! you're not leaving anything out dw! its all alright! hope u dont mind im only replying to this :]

and i hope you enjoy this op!

warnings : not proofread, cursing, “sexy” and “hottie” mentioned ironically

i think the best slasher for you is. . .

Billy Loomis !

he loves you for you, no more less.

billy is a romantic, any parts of yourself that you consider a flaw isn't hard for him to adapt to—he'll hype you up and compliment you in a sorta playful way, like “ hey hottie ” or “ damn sexy ” and just does the fuckboy face. though he might struggle a little with understanding why you refuse his help, it hurts to see his love hurt without doing anything! but he'll come to respect your boundaries but still try to cheer you up until you say you need space. he doesn't wanna make things worse!

patient with you. you are his number one priority.

you're not okay with touch? that's alright, he'll find other ways to show his love. you don't want to talk about your problems? that's okay, he'll find a way to cheer both of you up [most likely a movie night], and he'll always ask for permission when he wants to touch you; whether it's looking at you with a questioning look or verbally asking.

shares similar struggles.

he isn't well with social cues either, i headcanon my billy loomis to be autistic, so he'd have a hard time with reading tone. im also pretty sure he'd struggle with saying affectionate things in the first weeks of the relationship, but he really tries to show his love! which is gift giving, the same as you. leaves little notes here and there because he couldn't say it outright. honestly, a little comforted you aren't that verbally affectionate, he doesn't feel alone and awkward.

admires you.

he isn't the exact opposite, but he's always taken aback when you're so brave for others that you care about. when you talk—he'll listen and reply accordingly. need to shittalk someone too? “ fuck yeah babe fuck that person ”

he's very playful with you!

he teases you a lot about your height, yet still talks about what he could do with that advantage for him. teases you until you possibly smack him, he doesn't even care; just says; “ worth it ”

probably goes on killing spree dates with you

not gonna lie, if you find out that he's a serial killer; and still stay with him and accept him—he will absolutely think of this idea. though he'll fret over you constantly because yeah that shits dangerous. he feels bad being absent frequently because of this, even when you reassure him it's alright. so why not just show you what he's been doing and have fun with you? DEFINITELY has selfies with you two and the victim like that dbd animation cutscene

a future with you... sounds nice.

he absolutely loves talking about the future with you, no doubt has he fantasized about it. living in a cabin would probably not be the best idea to him, but he'll come to accept it! the more you talk about that with him, the more he seems more convinced to go with you. what can i say? he's madly in love. you complete him, and he hopes he completes you as well <3

[gayenerd]

Billie: “I’m more of the compulsive liar type. I can, like, stretch out a story and get everybody going pretty good.” (x)

(To be fair, the question was about the type of pranks they pull on each other. But still.)

[rainbowbillyfriendshipbracket]

Diary entries written from Billy's perspective!

~ A compulsive liar who's learning to be more honest. Drools a lot and cackles loudly, but is very sweet!

~ An introvert who's rough and tough outside, but soft and friendly inside. Do NOT make him get out of his shell.

[emy-loves-you]

Wrong Numbers and Useless Gays Chapter 4

Sad Boys and Fun Facts

Patton’s a sad boi but Virgil has a distraction

Chapter 3 | Masterlist | Chapter 5

Three weeks had passed since Virgil had first texted Roman. In those three weeks, Virgil had learned a lot about his new friends.

First, there was Patton. God, did that man love puns. Virgil also loved puns, but he preferred reading Patton’s puns over making his own. Remus had caught Virgil blushing at his phone and made a comment about his new “friends with benefits” (Virgil had been unable to respond. He was too busy trying to hold back his giggles from one of Patton’s pun tangents). Patton also made it clear that he was the “Dad Friend” of the group. Virgil couldn’t type a single self-deprecating comment without Patton threatening to physically fight him. It was rather terrifying, really. He also made sure that everyone was taking care of themselves. Once they learned that they were in the same timezone (They hadn’t shared cities yet. Friend or no, Virgil was telling where he lived in that quickly) Patton made it his goal to check in and make sure that Virgil ate at mealtime. One last thing about Patton was his… struggle with technology. He tended to send almost everything directly to the group chat instead of private messages. Logan said that he tried to teach Patton how to do so, but the lessons never seemed to stick.

Speaking of Logan, the nerd had his own quirks. He didn’t type much, usually only responding when someone required everyone to respond. The other time that he typed was during debates. Nine days into their friendship, Virgil had mentioned saying “you too” to a cute barista and claimed that he ruined any chances with his new crush. While Patton and Roman offered words of encouragement, Logan remained silent. Virgil had assumed that Logan agreed with him but didn’t want to upset his boyfriends. As soon as their conversation ended, Virgil received a private text from Logan, requesting to debate. They argued over cognitive distortions for a whole hour before they reached a compromise. Logan had called the debate “lit” and asked if they could debate again in the future. That was another thing about Logan. Apparently, he had vocabulary cards for slang words. When he was talking out loud, he would hold the card up so the others knew what slang word he was attempting to use. When texting, he would put quotation marks around the word. It was adorable, in Virgil’s humble opinion.

Then there was Roman. Princey was known for his dramatic flair and Disney references. When he was feeling especially Extra™ , he would use “thees” and “thys” and call people peasants. He also had a love for nicknames. Patton had very few personal nicknames, with most of them being terms of endearment like “honey” and “amor.” Most of Logan’s nicknames pertained to him being a nerd, such as “pocket protector” and “Microsoft Nerd.” He seemed to have a limitless number of nicknames for Virgil, with most of them referencing his emo-aesthetic (how Princey had discovered that so early in their friendship, Virgil had no clue). He never repeated Virgil’s nicknames; the only exception was “storm cloud,” which he tended to use at least once every conversation.

Virgil had become extremely close with the trio over these three weeks. That wasn’t the only thing he did, just the thing he did most often. The Dark Sides had finalized their contract with Thomas, who set up a tour almost immediately. Virgil really should have seen that coming. Their band had become extremely popular over the past few years, and they had only done one tour before this. Performing across the country would help boost their popularity even further. Virgil sighed, his anxiety spiking at just the thought of seeing all those faces in the crowd. That was why he used the persona Anxiety. Anxiety wasn’t afraid of anything, he was fear. Being Anxiety allowed Virgil to be confident and suave without worrying about judgment. They judged Anxiety, not Virgil. The case was similar for Janus and Remus. Deceit was elegant and mysterious, while Duke was loud and over-the-top. They didn’t have to be rejects wanting to fit in with society. No, they were Rockstars. Society wanted to fit in with them. And Virgil was just fine with that.

Bzzz

Vigil glanced over at his phone. He was in Los Angelas right now, around halfway through his tour, which put him 3 hours behind his new friends. He glanced over at his clock, 9:45 PM glaring at him through the dark. He turned back to his phone. Why are they up at 12:45 in the morning? I know Logan keeps them on a rigid sleep schedule.

P- (9:45 PM) Ro? Are you still up?

V- (9:45 PM) Pat, why are you still up?

P- (9:45 PM) Why are you still up, kiddo? It’s almost 1 AM! Don’t you have a hangout with your friends today?

Virgil sighed, thinking of the concert he had tomorrow. He glanced over to his sketchbook. Patton had been really impressed with his sketches, so he had been practicing less gory drawings to show him. It had evolved into something almost therapeutic. Knowing how he worked, Virgil would probably sketch until around 2 in the morning, then sleep until 8 AM. The concert wasn’t until 7 PM, so he had enough time to sleep in if necessary.

V- (9:46 PM) First of all, you know I’m in California right now. It’s 9:46 for me. Second of all, we’re not hanging out until tomorrow night, so I can sleep in if needed. Third of all, you’re avoiding the question: What are you and Roman doing up at 1 in the morning? I thought you guys had work in the morning.

P- (9:47 PM) We do. Roman got a burst of inspiration at around 10, and he usually refuses to sleep until he writes it all down. He probably fell asleep at his desk, that silly billy!

V- (9:47 PM) That doesn’t explain why you’re still awake. And why didn’t you get up to check on him? I thought you guys lived together.

P- (9:47 PM) We do! I just couldn’t fall asleep tonight. And the bed’s too warm to get up!

V- (9:48 PM) Well, Princey’s probably being a “sleeping beauty”

Virgil frowned at his phone. Patton hadn’t responded to his text. Sure, that wasn’t a very good pun, but it was still a pun. Patton laughed at every pun he saw, or at least followed it up with another pun. He could be asleep, but didn’t he just say that he had trouble sleeping?

V- (9:50 PM) Pat?

P- (9:50 PM) Yeah, Kiddo?

V- (9:50 PM) Are you okay?

V- (9:52 PM) Patton?

V- (9:52 PM) I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. Just because you didn’t answer my pun doesn’t mean that there’s something wrong with you. I’m sorry that I sounded like an asshole.

P- (9:52 PM) No, Sweety. It’s fine! It’s nice to know that someone cares about you!

P- (9:53 PM) I’m just a little sad today.

V- (9:53 PM) Do you wanna talk about it?

P- (9:54 PM) I’m fine, Kiddo! This just happens sometimes. No need to worry!

Virgil sighed, thinking about how much Patton reminded him of Janus. Janus grew up neglected, and was taught to convince everyone that his life was perfect. By the time Virgil had met him, Janus was 19 and a compulsive liar. Virgil wasn’t much better, having just gotten kicked out of the foster system. Virgil lived with Janus (and soon Remus) until The Dark Sides had enough income for Virgil to live on his own (technically Janus had more than enough money for that- his parents were loaded. But Virgil wanted to have something that he earned. He wasn’t just some charity case). When they first lived together, Virgil could never tell what Janus was actually thinking. It took a lot of time and trust to separate Janus from Deceit. Now, he was still heavily sarcastic, and he tended to close himself off when he got upset, but Janus had come a long way.

Virgil looked back to his phone. Patton didn’t seem to have it as bad as Janus did, but you could never tell. At least he acknowledged that he wasn’t okay. There is the chance that something really is bothering him, but Virgil had to trust Patton on that note. It is entirely possible that Patton is just feeling down today; God knows how many times Virgil would question why he should get out of bed. He bit his lip. What helps me when I feel sad for no reason? He smiled, remembering when Remus would spout the most obscene things to distract himself from his own negative thinking. A distraction.

V- (9:56 PM) Did you know that giraffes can clean their ears with their own tongues?

P- (9:56 PM) What?

V- (9:56 PM) “Rhythm” is the longest word in the English language that doesn’t have a vowel.

V- (9:56 PM) Elephants are the only mammals that cannot jump.

P- (9:57 PM) More like Elecan’t!

V- (9:57 PM) Haha :)

V- (9:57 PM) Without food coloring, Coca Cola would be green.

V- (9:57 PM) A 3-year-old boy was elected as mayor in Dorset, Minnesota

P- (9:58 PM) No way!

V- (9:58 PM) Yes way! His name was James Tufts.

V- (9:58 PM) 7 different dogs have been elected as mayors in the US.

P- (9:58 PM) I love dogs! They’re such good boys!

Virgil smiled, adding Loves Dogs to his mental list of Quirky things I like about Patton Morale. They continued to talk about dog mayors for a while until Patton ended it abruptly.

P- (10:14 PM) Why are you doing this?

V- (10:14 PM) Doing what?

P- (10:15 PM) Why are you going out of your way to try and cheer me up? You should’ve stopped talking to me 20 minutes ago. Instead, we’re laying here at 1 AM talking about dog mayors! I would have been fine on my own. Why are you wasting your time on me?

V- (10:16 PM) Pat, if you tell me that I’m wasting my time talking to you, I’m going to have to physically fight you. You are my FRIEND. I care about you. When you’re sad, I WANT to cheer you up. When you’re happy, I WANT to laugh along to your punny jokes. Because I know, at the end of the day, if I was sad and needed someone to cheer me up, you would do it in a heartbeat. You, Lo, and Princey are amazing people, and my time spent with you will NEVER be a waste. I swear.

Virgil sighed, dropping his phone on the bed. He might’ve been too forward with that last text. But it was true. While the four of them weren’t nearly as close as Virgil was with Janus and Remus, he still cared about them a lot.

P- (10:18 PM) Thanks, Virgil. That really means a lot to me

P- (10:18 PM) I’m gonna try and get some sleep now

V- (10:18 PM) Alright Patton, Goodnight

P- (10:18 PM) Goodnight

The next day, Virgil saw a postcard in the window of a gift shop. It had a puppy with sunglasses on the beach, with cartoonish letters saying “Having A WonderFUR Time!” He took a picture and sent it to Princey.

V- (1:08 PM) What’s your address or PO? I wanna send this to Patton.

R- (1:09 PM) Say no more, Hot Topic!

V- (1:09 PM) Aw, you think I’m hot.

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[lovemesomesurveys]

A

What is your age? 31.

What annoys you? Eating sounds will definitely do it.

Do you have any allergies? Seasonal and to tangerines.

B

Do you know anyone named Billy? No.

When is your birthday? July 28th.

Who is your best friend(s)? My mom.

C What's your favorite candy? White chocolate.

When was the last time you cried? A couple days ago.

Have you been out of the country? I’ve been to Mexico once.

D

Do you daydream? Yeah.

What's your favorite kind of dog? I know I’m biased, but Labs and German Shepherds.

What day of the week is it? Friday.

E

How do you like your eggs? Scrambled, over-easy, hard boiled, and deviled.

Have you ever been in the emergency room? Yes.

What's the easiest thing ever to do? Breathing is for a lot of people. 

F

Have you ever flown in a plane? Yes.

Do you use fly swatters? If needed. I can’t stand flies.

Have you ever used a foghorn?: No.

G Have you pet a goat? Yeah, at petting zoos as a kid.

Are you a giver or a taker? I’m probably more of a taker, but I do love giving to my family when I can.

Do you like gummy candies? Nah, not a gummy fan.

H

How are you? Tired and hungry.

What's your height? Like 5′4.

What color is your hair? Naturally it’s dark brown, but I dye it red.

I

What's your favorite ice cream? Strawberry, mint chocolate chip, cookies and cream, and birthday cake.

Have you ever ice skated? No.

Have you cheated the IRS? No.

J

What's your favorite jelly bean? I’m the odd one who actually likes the black jellybeans. They’re the best.

Do you tell jokes? I’m not much of a jokester. 

Do you wear nice jewelry? I haven’t worn jewelry in years, but I think I have some nice jewelry pieces.

K

Do you want to kill anybody? Uh, no.

Do you want to have kids? No.

Where did you have kindergarten? At a local school.

L

Are you laid back? I think I come off that way to people who don’t know me.

Do you lie? I’m definitely guilty of telling white lies. <<< I’d be lying if I said no this question. I’m not a compulsive, habitual liar, though, or go around making up extreme things. What I tend to do is downplay things more than anything.

When is the last time you sent a hand-written letter? Uhhh. I have no idea.

M

Ever talked in a microphone? Yeah.

Do you still watch Disney Movies? Yes. I love Disney.

Do you like mangos? Nope.

N

Do you have a nickname? Just Steph or Sis.

What’s your favorite number? 8, I like the way that it’s shaped. <<<

Do you prefer night over day? Yes.

O

Are you an only child? Nope, I have two brothers.

Do you wish this was over? Nah.

What is the closet orange object near you? Hmm. I don’t see anything orange nearby.

P

What one fear are you most paranoid about? Losing my loved ones.

Do you play any instruments? No.

Do you think you are pretty? Nope. 

Q

Are you quick to judge people? I try my best not to.

What do you keep quiet about? How I’m really feeling a lot of the time. I keep to myself or downplay things.

Do you have any quirks? I think we all do, but I feel like that’s something you’d have to ask someone else and see what they’ve observed about you.

R

What’s a good reason to cry? Stress.

Do you think you're always right? Absolutely not.

Do you watch reality TV? Yeah, I’m a sucker for it.

S

Are you a social person? Nope.

What states have you lived in? Just California.

what is your favorite season? Fall and winter.

T

When did you last sleep in a tent? I’ve never slept in a tent.

Do you like tomatoes? I do.

What time did you wake up? Around 715. I had a doctor appointment at 8.

U

Do you have an umbrella in your car? I don’t have a car or an umbrella.

Do listen to Usher? I like a few of his songs.

Describe the underwear your wearing? They’re blue.

V What’s the worst veggie? I’m picky, so I’d say most of them. It’d be easier to say which ones I like, which are spinach, broccoli, potatoes, green onions, green beans, and corn.

Do you like movies with violence? Some have violence in them.

Where do you want to go on vacation? I need a beach trip.

W Ever been on a wave runner? No.

Where do you work? I don’t.

Do you wish on stars? Nope. I’ve actually never even seen a shooting star.

X

Have you ever had an x-ray? Yeah, I’ve had countless x-rays of various types throughout my life.

Do you own a xylophone? No.

Have you watched the x-games? Nope.

Y

What did you do yesterday? Same stuff I do everyday.

Do you like the color yellow? Yeah, it’s one of my favorite colors.

What year were you born?: 1989.

Z

Do you believe in the zodiac? Nope.

Has your bank account been at zero? No, thankfully.

Ever been to the zoo? Yeah, many times.

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Hello, mutual!! 💙💙 Congratulations on hitting 1k. Okay, hmm, what is number 23 on your playlist? And why do you like it? What fic on your masterlist are you most proud of? And since you’re a stylist, do you have any favorite product recs for persistently frizzy, prone to tangling hair? Hope you’re having a great day.

Hey, Attie babe! Thank you so much 💖

• Okay #23 on my playlist

This bob literally never fails to make me feel like a dream queen. Also, my dads name is Billy Macmillan and he told me once when I was young that he met Sheryl Crow at a bar and that she wrote this song for him. He’s a compulsive liar, but it’s kinda funny.

• I think a fic I’m most proud of is Sleeping With Ghosts because it’s one of those fics that kind of wrote itself. I don’t write a lot of dark fics and by all means it’s not dark. But it’s definitely out of my comfort zone.

• hair products! Yes I’m literally such a hoarder when it comes to product.

- Frizz Dismiss is a whole line from Redken, but specifically ‘Frizz Dismiss instant deflate’ is my jammy. It’s a light weight oil that is hydrating without being greasy.

- Nourishing Oil Treatment by LOMA is literally a must have on my backbar. You can run it through your hair wet or dry (I usually do both). 1, it smells amazing while keeping your hair healthy and frizz free, and 2 it’s 100% vegan plus the actual bottles are made from recycled materials!

- ANYTHING from the Verb ‘ghost’ line. Holy crap that line is phenomenal. The shampoo/conditioner is literally top of the line, lightweight and cleansing. And their products are cruelty free and literally gorgeous. Ghost ‘prep’ is a cream base product that is amazing to dry into your hair to keep it smooth and frizz free 💖 hope that helps babe!

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Arun Molla as Dev Saha for @anxiousmoodlet Beronica Veronica Landgraab!

Public Enemy - Kleptomaniac | Genius | Goofball Young Adult - Con Man - King of Thieves

private dl if chosen

mentions of gang violence, death, blood, crime, general bad boyness

“Nothing in this life comes free.”

It was the first time Arun understood the words as his father’s blood painted the street. The price he had paid, the price they’d all paid, was so terribly great. Nothing was free and nothing was easy. 

Jan Molla spoke the words all his life. He and his wife were blessed with six children but it was the seventh that took her life. Arun questioned why... often. More than often. Why all these kids, why all those risks. They were in their forties by the time they had his youngest sister, the seventh. Maybe it was a matter of both parents coming from such large families themselves. Maybe they just wanted to leave behind a good legacy. He wondered often if his father knew that he would have to leave his children alone, if he knew how much they would need one another. 

Life was never easy. Born into nothing, Arun knew it never would be easy. When the power got cut off, the children lit their candles and huddled in his room - the eldest and as such, the only one with his own room. Love was enough when their mother was still alive, before the youngest took her away. 

In school, Arun was incredibly clever but often distracted. Distracted by his aching stomach, by restlessness, by worry, by thoughts bigger than his own head. He wanted answers, he wanted... something to make sense. They sent him to study hall until his mother passed. Afterward, they just seemed to stop calling home. 

The Molla patriarch was shot dead in the street when Arun was fifteen. He didn’t understand then why it happened, how someone could see the man and his son and pull the trigger. But he would know soon. Soon, he would understand what it meant to have food on table when a nine to five wasn’t enough. He would understand why his father slipped out at night, why his phone calls were always taken downstairs where the kids were forbidden to go. 

Nothing in this life comes free.

In an instant, the Mollas were orphans. Knowing full well the foster system would split them apart, Arun became the patriarch, jealously hiding and guarding his family to keep them from being separated. And it was easy to get swept up in the ill of it all. His brothers and sisters were hungry; he would do whatever it took to feed them. Following in his father’s footsteps wasn’t his intent, but Arun wasn’t his father.

Jan Molla was warm and intelligent, a good man forced to bad things. Arun was cunning, crafty and slippery, a waiting serpent. And he learned quickly just how dangerous he could be.

It wasn’t long before it became unsafe for him to go home. His face was becoming known in the darker areas of the city. But he’d ferreted away what he could of his parents’ money and his own to send his siblings to Sulani, well away from his work. Their home wasn’t perfect, but they would always have enough. His eldest sister became the new caretaker and it was her that received his money and put it to use.

Arun, then, slipped easily into the black.

At twenty he was known as a chameleon.  There weren’t many places he couldn’t get into, not many things he couldn’t acquire. But more than he was a criminal shapeshifter, he was smart. He never kept the same name, and he hadn’t had fingerprints since he was a teenager. 

Was applying to be on a television show smart? Maybe not. But Veronica Landgraab could be the end of his running around. With her cash in hand, his family may not have to rely on him scuttling around in the darkness, scamming and conning his way into what little wealth he’d found. They could just... live. And if he could get some rich girl to like him enough, even if the cops came for him, wouldn’t his nice wealthy lady like to bail him out?

Arun isn’t the first to enter with his eyes on the Landgraab wealth, but he does intend to be the last man standing. 

Personality:

Cunning. Arun is always thinking five steps ahead. His eyes are on the exits, his mind is always working. When it’s time to bolt, his mind is already the next town over.

Charming. He’s had to talk his way out of more than a few sketchy situations and truthfully, Arun’s charm has gotten him pretty far. He’s got a silver tongue and isn’t afraid to use it.

Chucklefuck. He’s got a good, if a bit dark, sense of humour and enjoys making people laugh. 

Parental. He’s still young, but taking care of his siblings from such a young age had Arun grow up quickly. He tends to be a bit paternal with people he cares about and is the kind of guy to whip out a soccer mom arm in the car or bring soup for a cold.

Kleptomaniac. Arun just... can’t stop stealing. Maybe he could once, but not any more.

Compulsive liar. His whole life is built around lies these days. At least he’s clever enough to keep up with the lot of his lies, but it can be a bit messy sometimes.

Warm. The deep, dark secret is that Arun is warm. He loves, he likes to love, he likes to protect people. It’s just that his way of doing that has been lying, cheating and stealing for so long, he’s not entirely sure how else to show his love any more.

Dev Saha:

An only child, Dev Saha benefited greatly from his parents’ careers. His mother was an artist, and his father owned a very high-end art gallery in the arts district of San Myshuno. His life was one of wealth and luxury. 

He was always big on soccer as a kid and met his first ‘girlfriend’ at seven out on the fields. They shared their lunch together every day until Billy Masters brought her wagon wheels and she turned coat. After the divorce, he went to live with his mom in Windenburg. When she remarried, he was eighteen and his step-siblings Marcus and Danielle were both in their twenties; they didn’t end up being very close at all. After graduation, he returned to San Myshuno to work at his father’s gallery, but wound up being recruited as something of an art scout.

Now a wealthy young bachelor, Dev Saha travels the world exploring smaller galleries and local artists to find new and unique talent to bring back to San Myshuno. The only thing missing now is his own lovely muse.

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