#stop it

[lesbosuniteee]

ok crying at 12:15 am.

୨ৎ stars align. b.e

୨ৎ billie eilish x fem!reader

୨ৎ genre: fluff and angst

୨ৎ note: Ironically listened to ‘she calls me back’ by noah kahan while writing this, don’t be fooled babe. also listen to i love you, keep that in mind!!! if you catch the astronomy by conan references yes you did. i love you all and you're very welcome in advance <333 not proofread

୨ৎ taglist: @47lake @st0nerlesb0 @n0vabug @darkside-0f-the-sun @asterisk-eyes (ask or comment to be added)

three times you called billie, and one she didn’t pick up. 

you called billie a lot. she was away on tour, so naturally, whenever both of you had a free minute, you’d be calling. if she wasn’t free, you’d be sending her videos and voice messages and photos of whatever you did in your day. at first, sending her a photo of the flowers growing on the footpath on your walk to work had seemed stupid to you, but it started a train of endless photos of mundane things that either of you found beautiful. it was a way of keeping each other up to date on your lives—other than just selfies. it was as if you were there, eating her breakfast with her and watching finneas while he recited a dramatic reenactment of his dream the night before. 

currently, it was nine in the evening in your time zone, and you had shark’s head resting on your chest. with the limited mobility you had with the dog on top of you, you reached for your phone and clicked on billie’s contact. you clicked on the call button, you wanted to facetime her so she could see both her babies.

it didn’t take long for her to pick up, and as soon as her camera had loaded, you saw an extreme close up of her eyes and the tour makeup she was halfway through taking off. “love!” she beamed, propping the camera up on the desk so she didn’t have to hold it. you tilted the camera down to show shark, and she practically squealed. “baby! oh my god, my baby shark.” she pouted as she took in how he had his head resting on your chest and his eyes half open. “that should be me?” 

you giggled, “with me or shark?” 

“both,” billie said as she continued taking off her makeup, you could hear the smile in her voice. “i should be sandwiched in the middle of you.” 

you hummed in agreement, hugging shark closer to him and kissing his forehead before scrunching your nose up. “he stinks.” 

billie rolled her eyes, “you’re so rude to him.” 

a scoff left your lips, “oh please, you’ve said exactly the same thing.”

“he’s my child, so that’s different.”

“actually, he’s my child too. and i think i’m his new favourite.” 

billie gasped with faux horror, “oh, keep lying to yourself.” 

you called billie whenever anything went wrong, when you didn’t know what to do, when you felt like your life was closing in on you. you were sitting on the ground beside your bed, your eyes staring blankly at the wall in front of you as your fingers fiddled together anxiously. you didn’t quite know what you were feeling, nor why you were feeling it, but you were overwhelmed and miserable. nothing seemed to be able to help except for the songs playing through your headphones that magically put everything you felt into words. 

you weren’t sure when the tears had started falling down your cheeks, but they were there. you could feel the cold salty trails down your skin, and you didn’t bother trying to wipe them away. the moonlight was casting a soft light over your room, dancing across your skin in a way that you would have perhaps thought was pretty had you been more aware of your surroundings. 

instead, you were aware of the pounding of your head and the racing of your thoughts, the feeling of your clothes against your skin, and the emptiness inside your head. you felt a level of numbness you hadn’t felt since you were seventeen, and you weren’t sure if anything would fix it. 

But then you thought of your girlfriend. billie. 

somehow, she always knew how to make things better. 

so, with shaky hands, you reached for your phone which had sat discarded on the floor next to you. it was only charged to eleven percent, but that was enough for you to call her. 

you tapped on her contact, calling her. she picked up in record time, her comforting voice filling your ears. “baby? it’s two am, you alright?” 

“mhm.” you hummed. you’d be content to simply sit there and listen to her voice for hours, but you knew you’d have to actually speak at some point—you were the one who’d called, after all. after a long moment, you sighed. “can you come over?” 

“yeah, of course. i’ll be there in ten. want me to stay on the call?”

and you did, but you knew your phone would die and you didn’t have the energy to find the charger, “no, it’s okay.” 

“okay, angel. hold in there, yeah?”

“yeah.”

you called billie whenever anything important happened in your life, such as getting accepted into your new job. you’d quit your old job a few months ago—it just hadn’t felt right. you weren’t happy working there, your boss was an asshole, and with the time and effort you put into it, you were atrociously underpaid. you talked to billie about it, and she assured you that quitting it would be the best. your happiness was both of your priorities, so it wasn’t long after that conversation that you quit. 

getting a new job had been harder than you’d thought—not necessarily because of your qualifications, more because you weren’t sure what would make you truly happy. it took some time, but eventually you found one that you felt would make your inner child giggle and kick her feet. 

you had applied, and then there was nothing left to do but wait. 

wait, and wait, and wait. 

it was hell. you got an interview, and after that, it was more waiting. you didn’t know what to do with yourself, an anxious feeling always sitting at the pit of your stomach. 

after what felt like months of waiting—but was more likely just a week and a half—you got the email. you read one line, and almost screamed, dropping your phone on your foot. 

once you picked your phone up again, you fumbled with it desperately for a moment, shaky hands navigating to billie’s contact. it rang for about thirty seconds before she picked up—upon second thoughts, you realised that she may have been in a meeting, but she always told you to just call her. 

“hi, my love-” billie’s sweet voice came through the phone, and you couldn’t help the giddy smile that spread across your lips. 

“i got the job.” 

billie squealed, “oh my god, baby! i knew you would, i’m so proud of you!”

an excited giggle fell from your lips, “i was so nervous-”

“but that’s okay, you did it.” 

“couldn’t have done it without you.”

“oh shut up, yes you could. take some credit, darling.”

you opened your mouth to speak again, but she continued. 

“we’re going on a date tonight. to celebrate. our restaurant, yeah?” 

you giggled again, unable to stop the happiness radiating from you, “yeah.” 

“perfect. i’ll book it now-”

you interrupted her before she could continue, “i love you.”

you could hear the smile in her voice when she responded, “i love you too.” 

billie was always the first person you thought of to call. even slumped against the wall drunk in a hallway at a loud, bustling party, she was the one who your fingers gravitated to in your contacts. your vision was slightly blurred, your mind unfocused, but somehow you knew to call her. maybe your brain had drifted to the other calls, maybe it was just a feeling. 

either way, that feeling was wrong. 

the phone rang twice before going straight to her voicemail. “hey, this is billie. leave a message. love you!”

you frowned, your head falling back against the wall behind you. why did the 'love you' feel so bittersweet?

“hey, bils. i miss you. a lot. call me back?” 

you didn’t know why you knew she wouldn’t. she wouldn’t call you back, she wouldn’t text you, she certainly wouldn’t be picking you up from this hell of a party. 

in fact, it was likely that you and billie would never call again. 

it was then that you remembered: billie wasn’t yours to call, and she hadn’t been in a long time. 

billie wasn’t your person any more, the two of you had fallen apart and she was no longer your shoulder to cry on, your partner in crime, your bird of a feather. she was no longer the one who could make you laugh louder than anybody else. she was no longer the person who would pick you up when you were drunk off your face and laugh at the way you slurred your words before falling asleep at your side. 

billie didn’t pick up, and it would be unfair to expect her to. 

maybe you needed to stop trying to force the stars to align when she had already found a new one, and that love burned brighter than yours ever could.

[songsofbat]

you should meet bart !! i think you’d get along so well

— @morgsdrew

...a civilian?

Who? Why.

Even I am aware that my capacity for talking to people is abysmal.

What are you wishing to accomplish?

( ...Allen-Impulse. ...why him? We are nothing alike. )

[ I trust Pinks 'bout as far as you can throw 'er without powers. ]

[aiweirdness]

Nobody should be using GPT detectors for anything important.

This is from a recent study that found that GPT detectors were misclassifying writing by non-native English speakers as AI-generated 48-76% of the time (!!!), compared to 0%-12% for native speakers.

It is irresponsible to use AI-generated text detectors as evidence of academic misconduct, and that's putting it mildly.

[samerpal]

Eleen, a beautiful and beloved little girl, loves life and fills it with joy. Despite her young age, she finds happiness in caring for small kittens, 🐱 feeling safe with these gentle creatures. Eileen lives in difficult conditions due to the ongoing war in her country, which has forced her family to flee multiple times from one place to another. Despite all the challenges, Eileen keeps her smile and continues to care for her kittens, giving her hope for a better tomorrow. She is a symbol of strength and resilience in the face of adversity, teaching everyone that life goes on despite the hardships.

@intersectionalpraxis 🌹 @schoolhater

@victoriawhimsey 🌹 @turtletoria

@pocketsizedquasar-2 🌹 @vakarians-babe

@aces-and-angels 🌹 @sayruq

@riding-with-the-wild-hunt 🌹 @palipunk

@aria-ashryver 🌹 @kyra45

@palestinegenocide 🌹 @palestines-posts

@heritageposts 🌹 @maoistyuri

@determinate-negation 🌹

Eleen before and after 🥲

[cheryyy-valancce]

STOP. IT.

Pony having scars from that last rumble with the Socs is so important to me. Pony having reminders that will follow him the rest of his life of the night he lost two of the people cloest to him. Pony who runs his fingers over scar tissue and digs into them when he realizes he can't picture the way Dallas used to wink or the sound Johnny made when he thought Two was being stupid. Pony who cries angry tears when Darry tries to rub vitiamin K along still pink wounds. Pony who sobs when he realizes that they are fading. That maybe the memory is too. Pony who has a scar along his temple and hair still blonde at the ends and will always look like the people he lost. Or maybe he won't. And that hurts worse.

[brokencapillaries]

devastating screenshot i got

[1unpunishable1]

All of yall who are sexualizing these boys (and YES that includes the show) are evil as hell. You are sexualizing actors who are portraying two REAL RAPE VICTIM'S STORY. You are calling the actors sexy while they are playing a role that revolves around them being brutally sodomized. They bled and you think it's okay to sexualize them? One was hospitalized for damage to his throat from constant rape and you think it's okay to horny post about them? Never talk about them again. I hope to GOD you never get assaulted and some creep makes an incesty horny show about your story. As Tyra Banks once said, "LEARN FROM THIS"

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

1x9 | 2x12 | 3x11

[greatscientistsubspacetmine]

What the fuck is that

You know what. Have some Subspace fanart. /j

*Throws this like a grenade into a crowded room and runs*

[edenfenixblogs]

Memes about the detonations are not appropriate you guys. This is a war. It’s not appropriate when people treat it like a fandom when Jews and Israelis are the ones getting hurt. It’s not appropriate to treat it like a fandom when it’s the other side getting hurt.

[heartkinsleyy]

unless your dicks big stop sending me it why is there a micro penis in my DM's .

[clown-cult]

Being a Greek myth lover nowadays is way harder than one would think, y’all…

[therobotmonster]

"Momma's boy?"

What is this, the 1932?

You know, it would really help if the hate mail came with some kind of indication of who the person is or what the hell they're talking about, because this? This, as the kids say, "ain't it, fam."

This is tumblr, you've got bad reading comprehension, and you're angry at someone else over it?

I've been insulted and threatened by real pros over the years. Actually cruel, insightful, deeply cutting stuff (more than once literally) from everyone from family members to men of the cloth.

You've got some basic curse words and homophobic insults, but nothing remarkable.

Well, I lie.

This one was remarkable.

[gingergofastboatsmojito]

I have a “problem” with the way he looks at her when she’s not looking

Remember to follow my tag #Gingerpovs 💋