#honestly glad she's done

[kalsiferdraws]

The Deadlights: Many Reasons

Trigger Warning: Audrie... if you read the other chapter with her, you know what I mean. Homophobic language, cursing, fighting

Bill couldn't go to the diner, he knew that. Not until he cleared things up with the Audrie situation. Especially once he saw Richie and Eddie at the exit. Richie looked so defeated, and Eddie could've been mistaken for a train with how much smoke was coming from his ears.

"You guys ok?" Bill asked, genuinely worried. The feeling only increased when Richie kept his mouth shut and looked down even more than he already was. Eddie, however, glared at Bill with such venom in his eyes, Bill thought he was turning into a snake. Bill took a deep breath, letting out a defeated sigh. "What did she do?" He asked.

Eddie was about to snap his head off, before Bill saw Richie grab his hand, rubbing the knuckles gently. Bill totally could see what Stan meant about these two. Even best friends aren't that close. Best friends don't make each other blush as hard as Eddie was. Nor with the amount of yearning love Richie's face was showing.

"She's got some bite to her is all," Richie shrugged. The moment he and Bill looked at one another, that yearning love faded, only to be replaced by protective 'I'll still punch you' Richie. Bill felt his body tense up, making him swallow nervously. "Considering you had a little pep in your step, I take it the talk with Stan went well?"

Bill thought got a moment, before nodding, feeling his cheeks heat up a bit. "And you know why I hit you?" Richie asked. Bill dropped his shoulders and nodded again. "Well then," Richie stretched and yawned. "I'm gonna go get some big, fat pancakes in my stomach."

Eddie was about to say something again before he was caught off guard. Richie had brought Eddie's hand to his lips, kissing the knuckles gently, their eyes locked on each other. Bill watched both of them turn red, thinking there was no way they didn't know each other's feelings. "Good luck Big Bill," Richie said, before pulling Eddie, hand and hand to the diner.

Bill couldn't help but roll his eyes, smiling on how clueless his friends were. It was sweet to see though. He walked out of the venue, looking the opposite direction of the diner and taking a deep breath. He had to confront Audrie. Today.

The walk to her house wasn't long. But Bill couldn't seem to get out of his own head. He was trying to pinpoint pros and cons of being with Audrie vs Stan. Even though honestly, there wasn't much to compare. Stan knew him, his interests, his quirks. Everything. Audrie never seemed to want to learn them. She still would get mad if Bill's stutter decided to rear it's ugly head. Stan however was patient, let him finish his sentence with no interruptions, no complaining. He was kind, Audrie was unpleasant, on the best of days.

Bill didn't even like her for the most part. She was convenient. He had always heard about guys his age dating. Hell guys younger than him were dating. She when she asked, he just thought it was something he had to say yes to. But when the other losers stated that none of them were dating. Bill felt confused, trapped and a little tricked?

Audrie did have some redeeming qualities, at least he thought she did. She like the same fast food, and some of the same music. She seemed to like the Deadlights. But she liked them a little too much. He remembered she had tried to flirt with Stan once, making Bill's blood boil. He didn't really understand why at the time. But it was starting to form in his mind. Especially cause it was only when she flirted with Stan.

Sure, her flirting with Richie and Mike got to him. But only cause it was highly annoying. It made them uncomfortable and that was enough to tick Bill off. When she had made a snipe at Ben, was the only time he was actually able to let that annoyance out. Covering her mouth to shut her up. That was his best solution at the time.

When Bill knocked on Audrie's front door, he clenched his fist back into his pocket quickly. He wanted this to be quick, at least so he could give Stan the answer he deserved. He couldn't help but kick some leaves on the ground as he waited. He took in a sharp breath as the door opened.

Audrie was currently hopping on one foot, her other foot noticeably red. Bill tried to tell her. He looked from her foot to her eyes. "I don't want to hear it, get in," she demanded, rolling her eyes. Bill wanted to stay outside. He always felt out of place in her house. She flipped her hair, turning away from the door, walking off.

Bill sighed, stepping in. Houses were always weird from him. This one wasn't broken down, nor did his have a seemingly evil smile from the window and doors. But it wasn't welcoming. It was cold, almost like it lacked colour inside it. Guess it had to match its owner.

"You sure took your time," he heard Audrie say, the sound of glasses clinking around. "Is 'his majesty' still high or something?"

"Stan doesn't get high Audrie," Bill said sternly. He stood in the doorway of the kitchen, watching her with his eyebrows pinched. "I told you that."

"You can't seriously believe that," she groaned, pouring some, what Bill could only guess, juice into the glass. "You saw how red his eyes were."

"There are more things that make people's eyes red other than getting high," he snapped back again. "He was crying." She leaned against the counter, a small smile in the corner of her mouth.

"Oh did he get too emotional about his performance?" She asked. Her tone was teasing, like she couldn't understand. Bill had to bite back his response. He was already upset, but he needed to calm down. "Maybe the little twink can help relieve him," her voice was low as she took a sip. But Bill heard. Every word.

His hands were shaking in his pocket. "Audrie," he started. She looked at him, but didn't look guilty or even sorry for what she said. "I have told you, my friends aren't your verbal punching bags. You got a problem with them, you got a problem with me." She hummed and put her juice down, flipping her hair.

"I do actually," she looked like she was looking down at Bill, like she was superior. "You have too many fags for friends. Not to mention porky, and a little slut that think she's 'one of the boys'. The only redeeming thing is two of the three band members in your group are actually cute." She ended her sentence with a wicked smile, like she was waiting for Bill to admit she was right. Defeat.

If she had been ranting about him, he'd shrug it off. But it wasn't about him. It was about the people he cares most about in this entire world. His found family, his best friends, his ride or dies. HIS group. Defeat? That was reserved for her.

"Listen to me," he walked towards her. "Ben isn't fat, he's slimming down and bulking up. He wears sweaters and hoodies because people like you make him feel shitty about it." He was close to her, still gripping hands. He may have to look up at her, but that meant nothing. "Beverly is not a slut. She is one of the boys. She is smart and funny. She pulls better jokes on us, than Richie. She actually cares for us, like any friend would."

"But she-"

"And!" She was not cutting him off this time. "As for Richie and Mike, here's a kicker, they can't stand you! They're nice cause they're part of a band, they don't want your big mouth, going around and ruining them. But believe me, every time you rub your sad excuse for a chest onto them they want to run out of the room!"

"Excuse me? My chest isn't-"

"And here's another thing for that empty head of yours to process!" He was jabbing his finger into her shoulder. "As for all those 'fags', I'm one too!" Her eyes widened, which Bill couldn't really understand why until his words replayed in his head.

"You're... You... I fucking knew it!" She shouted back. Bill raised an eyebrow to her before he felt her hand slap his face, hard. His cheeks were really going to bruise tonight. "You like that Stan guy right?! Does he get your rocks off? Did you show him a good time alone in that room?!"

Bill held his cheek, glaring at her. "We just fucking talked!"

"Oh, I'm sure!" She pushed him back, knocking him against the table. "You lying, cheating, short, pathetic man!" Bill was in the door frame again when she tried to swing at him again, making him stumble back, looking up at her. She stood over him, triggering a buried fear inside of him. Like he was in danger of being... eaten?

"I'm n-n-n" Of course he stutters now. He could hear her laughing start. It sent a shiver up his body, goosebumps spreading across his skin. "I'm not!" He pushed out.

She got on all fours, crawling to him as he crawled away. "Youre such a fucking loser," she laughed. She grabbed his thich, pushing it against the ground, and she crawled on top of him. "Not so high and mi-OW!" Bill had used his free leg to kicked her off.

He was going off reflex now, everything inside him screaming 'get out of the house'. He didn't want to question where this fear came from. He just knew it would get him away from her. "I'm d-d-done Aud-d-d"

"You can't even fucking say it you coward!" She snapped, rubbing her shoulder that he kicked. "You want to go be with your little fling? Fine! I hope the aids will be slow and painful for you fucking both! And I won't be there to take care of you!" She spat at him, hitting his jeans.

Bill didn't even respond, his instincts were making him bolt out the house. Running like it was going to collapse over him. Sink into a hole and disappear. And he wasn't about to be caught in it.

When he did break free of the front door, he looked back. It was still there, still standing, still unwelcoming. But at least he wasn't inside it anymore. His heart was pounding away, almost making it hard to breathe. It was just Audrie but he felt like he just escaped death. He wasn't sure how he knew that feeling, and it confused him more than anything.

His thoughts were scrambled until he swore he heard Stan's voice. *It's ok Bill,* it was clear as day, making Bill look around. Stan wasn't with him, he was most likely at the diner. Where was his voice coming from. *I'll meet you there.* There it was again. A feeling of hands on his back pushing him, caused him to start walking towards the diner, confusing him more. *I swear Bill.* Bill felt a weird feeling in his stomach. Stan's voice wasn't sad, but it was just like they were talking normally.

Still, he ran to that diner.

[theoldkyokodied]

One wedding and three funerals

Background paintings under the cut

[avisisisis]

i cannot stop thinking about anissa and marky though [COMIC SPOILERS]

how did he react when he learned what his mother did? just like mark, he lived a lie. he thought his mother was kind and nice — the only thing that is true is that she loved him, but now, he has no idea if he should believe it

and. you've grown up being conditioned to believe that violence is peace, and that kindness is a lie and a weakness. you hurt people. by hurting a person, by destroying him irreparably, you found the boy you love most: your son. and you don't regret it. you hope one day, once he sees him, he'll get it. but you still don't regret it. you can't say you're sorry

marky will grow up without his biological father, because when mark hugs him he can only remember his mother and what she did to him. your father can't love you the way your mom did. you can't love your mother the way your father loved his

the worst part is, that it she hadn't done it, you wouldn't have existed. you wouldn't be here. your father will grow to love you. you will grow to accept each other. but you tend to wonder — if he never sees you as anything else other than your mother's son, then who will you have when everyone else you know dies?

[somewherefornow]

LIAN HARPER/CHESHIRE CAT/“SHOES” in FUTURE STATE: CATWOMAN

[natjennie]

ousaugoahgh I love lou wilson so MUCH i want to be his friend so BAD.

[blizzardfluffykpop]

You sent me an ask so I shall return the favor! What is the most recent Kpop group you’ve gotten into and how did you find out about them? I always love hearing fan “origin stories” lol

Thank you for returning the favor~ That would be The Boyz 🥰💖 I love hearing fan "origin stories" too hehe (This is gonna get long I love them sm)

Anyways I've known about them since debut? I loved Bloom Bloom Pow with my whole heart when it came out and tried to fall for them then- It didn't work. The next time was when The Stealer (TS) came out~ I had watched them perform for Road to Kingdom- because ptg was on the show too- But I really loved TS cb- sm so that I bought the album about 6 mos later with my favorite members as inclusions at the time (Eric, Kevin and Hyunjae). But nothing came about of it even after watching the weekly idol episodes... Then came Whisper era and I ended up biasing Changmin (Q) and loving that song but again nothing came out of it.

(A little backstory is that Changkyun (I.M) got me into Dominic Fike's music-) Thus, when tiktok showed me Juyeon, Changmin, and Sunwoo dancing to Babydoll earlier this year as a dance cover: I fell. And then I finally checked out Watch It~ But Hui had his solo and it distracted me completely from falling further. Then I had gotten sick and decided 'well, what if I watch their content?' And I did... I watched their hello82 interview and their reaction to fanart of them, and lastly their mafia dance. And I loved each sm that I decided to check out more.

It was the first time I had watched their content and wanted to see more. And now, I watch their content almost daily. It's kind of like they revived the joy of kpop for me? My (old) ult of ults has been on hiatus due to the military so it's been stagnant content lately for me. But then they came in like a breath of fresh air- and I simply can't get enough. This month will be 3 mos and I honestly hope I'll follow them for a long time. (I think they're my new ult of ults tbh)

And lastly now here I am as a Younghoon and Juyeon bias (with bias wrecker: Changmin... he's doing everything to be bias again). And with them having a comeback I loved with my whole heart this past month, I think it really solidified them with me. Honestly, I'm so happy with them.

[iwatcheditbegin]

Honestly I agree with not making her art about her exes and not harassing folks online. But I still hate John Mayer

[dandelion-wings]

if it has "orders" that vague, would showing obvious enough dismay that Jean doesn't accept his agreement to them be "refusing"? In a situation where he is aware that having those tells caused him to get out of the order

I envision that as part of the ramping-up: the magic, as it grows out of control, starts actively reacting to anything Kaeya does to evade Jean's orders. Enforcing less and less explicit orders over time comes hand-in-hand with shutting down each new way Kaeya finds to work around them.

In fact, the cause-and-effect might even be the other way around! I'm tempted towards the notion that aside from the issue of a Vision's power being way more than the spell needs (and the Pyro-on-Cryo complications), the fact that a Vision responds to the intentions of their bearer is also playing into this. At the time Diluc does this magic he is still reeling from the revelation that Kaeya was deceiving him for all those years, and afraid on some level that he's going to somehow be able to wriggle out of this safeguard by fooling Jean as well. He does not want Kaeya to find any loopholes! And if I go with that, then the spell, turned by the Vision into an active rather than passive restraint, closes said loopholes as soon as Kaeya finds them--each strategy, including that one, has only a limited window before the magic starts triggering on it. And if that's what's happening, then forcing indirect or non-orders is just part of that overgrowth, because 'she didn't make it a direct order' is just another loophole, as far as that nasty mess of Abyssal magic and Vision power and Diluc's mistrust is concerned.

Even if that's not the specific mechanism I go with for why, I do know the magic is shutting down even that kind of passive resistance. The incident that makes Kaeya decide he has to tamper with it involves him being completely unable to give Jean mission-relevant information because it would have changed her strategy and the magic takes that as 'arguing' even though she would want to know. People get hurt because of it (including him)! No one gets killed this time, but... it's worth the risk to him not to put Jean in the position of being unwittingly responsible for someone's death. Because Diluc's coming home someday, and there's "so uh we might have anchored this on you without your knowledge or consent," and then there's "so uh someone died because we anchored this on you without your knowledge or consent," and there's both a moral event horizon here and, on the personal level, only so much forgiveness they can beg.

[hall0wedwyrm]

thinking about getting back into posting writing on here... it was super fun before and it feels more casual than AO3 posting and I'm kinda itching to write anything atm...

[fabiansartstuff]

- Gerard Way, 11/3/23

[sheepgirlmaidtummy]

one of the weirdest things about being plural is realizing just how long you've actually been around for. at least for the amalgamate, alot of us existed as a concept of some sort floating around in the headspace, overtime getting more and more developed, and more of a consciousness too. and as we become Aware we make new identities, and i cant tell if that part ever stops for Anyone tbh, but looking back? its so strange knowing the exact moment you came into existence. the singularity that caused you.

[cerealbishh]

"You're trying to impress the new probie?"

"Are you jealous?"

"Yeah."

"You shouldn't be."

"Yeah, but, you know, he's free and... I'm not."

"But you will be. In a year."

[running-in-the-dark]

setting up my old phone for my mother rn. she is driving me insane. how can one person contain this much negativity and bitterness? wow.

[inkmaze]

looking at pics of me pre/early hrt like who the FUCK is that....

[fatespalm]

solemn vow to never be complacent or meek around things i feel strongly about again — to at least start the conversation even if i don’t have the words to talk back exactly to a poisonous idea — in kind, to pick up the thread if someone else does the same — tired of letting evil shit unfold —

[spacenintendogs]

absolutely SHOCKED snotlout is losing the poll as much as he is