#ya-ya meeks

[we-made-a-world-of-our-own]

aromantic flag from ya-ya meeks :]

[cindyslesbian]

wrote a little something something, part 2 coming soon!!

[yourfaveisafalloutboysong]

Ya-Ya Meeks from Love In Hate Nation is 20 Dollar Nose Bleed!

requested by @sweethangman

[sweethangman]

[fitzs-trained-monkey]

Silent Night

Word count: 750

Summary: Billy Loomis murdered everybody he ever knew. And he got away with it. Got famous even. Got a whole movie about him - about how he survived the now infamous Woodsborough Massacre. And every good movie needs a sequel. So he goes to college to make one. || Inspiration here.

Warnings: Murder. Billy Loomis himself is a warning.

An excerpt of a fic @hewwosidney and I are working on.

Grey skies. 

Everyone says that winter is bleak and depressing, but he always thought the opposite. When those grey skies turn black and one can barely see the stars, when it's freezing and that starlight is just bright enough to illuminate the gently falling snow, when the whole world is quiet for once - that's the sort of time Billy liked the best. Those grey skies are low and close, intimate in a way. Like a secret.

The chill tinged his cheeks pink and chapped his lips, but he didn't much mind it. The cold was sharp, just on the edge of painful. It bit his cheeks, nipped at the corners of his lips. It never got this cold in Cali. He liked it. Savored it. 

Dorms, businesses and various other functional buildings lined the streets on either side of him. They were all brick - old style, with small window panes and wrought iron railings on the stairs. Crooked wreaths and silver bells hung on doors and warm lights lined their rooftops. They sorta made him feel like he was living in A Christmas Carol. The Muppet one. He smiled to himself and shivered, shoving his hands deeper into the pockets of his jacket. 

The sky grew darker and his breath turned to mist in front of his face. Snow sprinkled his hair and brought silence to the world in white whispers. It caught on his eyelashes and made him chuckle. Though, he had to be especially careful now with his crutches. They clicked asynchronously with the crunch of his boot, the sounds reverberating off the old brick buildings. The only noise in the dark. Aside from his voice.

“Silent night… Holy night…” 

The notes on his breath manifested in the air. He watched his crutches. Glancing up only occasionally. 

His breath left his lungs slowly. 

The snow fell.

The world got darker.

And darker. Closing in, getting smaller. 

Shrinking into frame. Made for a great shot, really.

Billy saw her the next time he looked up. She passed beneath the warm yellow light of a street lamp, walking quickly through the dark and the snow. Deep auburn hair, pale skin. Cute little freckles and pink mittens on her hands.

She eyed him wearily for a moment. Suspicious like a smart girl should be. He flashed her a soft smile and her shoulders relaxed. 

He'd always had a talent for that, he supposed - making girls relax. 

“All is calm… all is bright.”

He let one of his crutches slip and pretended to recover quickly. His smile turned sheepish as his eyes met hers again. She laughed softly, smiling back with warmth. 

She didn't cross to the other side of the street. 

A smart girl would have. 

As they passed each other, her hand gently brushed his shoulder. 

“Merry Christmas,” She said.

He vaguely recognized her. She took English with him. Quiet. Always sat by the window and never bothered anybody.  She was pretty. Like silver bells and Christmas lights. Pleasant, but ultimately uninteresting.

Cassie. That was her name. 

So close to… Casey. 

He took his shot. 

Billy dropped one crutch and swept the other into her knees. She cried out but he was quick to cover her mouth and push her into the adjacent alleyway. Convenient. His other hand flew to his belt, swiftly drawing out the blade tucked away there. In one practiced movement, he shoved the freezing metal between her fourth and fifth rib on her left side. 

Warm. They always were.

Her eyes were wide and she gagged into his gloved hand. He smiled at her. 

Step by step he backed them against a dumpster as the life slowly left her body. 

“Sleep in heavenly peace…” 

When her legs gave out, he let her sink down to the ground. Large green eyes fluttered closed. Such a pretty little thing, but her plot importance was minimal. She should feel grateful to have some interesting screen time. Bit of a shame to lose an extra so pretty. The cold would keep her that way for a while. Billy wrenched the knife out of her and she collapsed against the brick wall beside her. She could have been sleeping.

She didn't have to die, he supposed. Not really. But then again, neither had Casey. 

“Sleep in heavenly peace…” 

He wiped the blade off on her jeans before shoving it back into its sheath.

Hobbling back out of the alleyway, he picked up his crutches and kept on walking. 

The sky was grey.

The night was chill. 

Her heartbeat stopped.

And her body wouldn't rot.

Thank you and Merry Christmas!

[character-obsessed-fem]

messy meeks sketch i made 😋

[miku-meeku]

HELL YEAH ANOTHER VENTI FUCKER AHAHAHAHAHA

have you drawn him before???

tried digging so hard to look for my old venti arts and these are the only ones i could find of venti sobs

feb 9 2021

feb 10 2021

feb 13 2021

feb 21 2021

oct 5 2021

oct 12 2021

???

im pretty sure i drew venti more than these but things happen that cost me to lost a majority of my genshin arts so trying to find my venti arts is hard to dig sobs

[meekspeaks]

ok!! i was inspired by this post from the wonderful rsl provider, @jimmywilsonschutzpah, to learn rsl's guitar bit in Chelsea Walls, "Softly and Tenderly". i learnt it by ear this very morning so please excuse any inaccuracies, my ear only gets me so far !! would've sung it, but I have to jump between registers and I hate my high voice sooooo the instrumental will have to do,, I'll never have a voice as angelic as his, sigh...

i hope any rsl fans enjoy !!! :)

[heeheehoohoo8]

I woke up this morning with the uncontrollable urge to write a scene about get beaten to an absolute pulp by Mickey Altieri into a barely even existent Randy centric fanfic I’m writing so there’s that,,,

[gurorori]

i will be a hater for a minute. i hate the whole 'ohh i was too mature for my age as a kid but now i'm immature as an adult' cause never once have i seen anyone talk about the case where you were never mature. i never at all felt it or was on the same level with our peers at any point in life and that's a very different experience. the very few things we were into as a kid/teen were always juxtaposed with the things others were doing that were wiser and more sensible and more in touch with. whatever expectations are in place and whatever is gauged as mature

[cindyslesbian]

the way Dorothy’s first instinct was to run to Ya-Ya & to stick by her the entire sequence because both versions of Harriet meant to world to Ya-Ya & Harriet’s death affected all of them & Harriet II was like an extension of Harriet herself so seeing her get torn apart was like watching Harriet d!3 all over again— 😭

[crazy-together-cambria]

curly haired ghostface is not the best ghostface ‼️

[fitzs-trained-monkey]

They are everything, your honor.

[vixlenxe]

Sometimes I'll get little info pic on table settings for formal & informal dinners showing up on my pinterest. All because I saved one once for reference on my royalty blog.

1, I swear this shit get more elaborate every time one shows up, & 2, it makes me think which of my muses actually knows these & by what degree.

Ivy & Tiffanie are part of the 'know this very well' group. For Tiff, it is all second nature, because she's been around both settings a lot & around formal settings more then Ivy. Ivy still remembers, but sometimes needs a moment to remember the formal set up, since she has also had to learn the dinner setting of other nations of different cultures like Doma, & hasn't sat at a formal Ishgardian dinner in a long time.

[iloveplayrehersal]

Question y'all if Randy was Ghostface in Scream 2 who would be his partner?