billy-what-is-your-face-even

  • what she says: i'm fine
  • what she means: if hannah montana was an internationally recognized pop superstar, why was miley's only form of disguise a blonde wig? how would the people at her school not recognize her face? if you saw a girl at your school with the face of taylor swift walking around but with black hair, you wouldn't see it and assume it was just a student with her taylor swift's exact facial features, would you??if lorde suddenly dyed her hair blonde she wouldn't become unrecognizable to everyone, right?? and wasn't billy ray famous before she was even born?? ignoring the fact that his only disguise was a moustache, did word not get out in the media that he had a kid??? wouldn't tmz still exist in this world? how did he convince everyone that his daughter was named hannah and not miley??? wouldn't they assume that "hannah montana" was a stage name anyway considering billy ray's last name was stewart?? wasn't billy ray her manager??? didn't he perform with his daughter multiple times??? how was he not recognized???? he was famous enough to have dolly parton be the godmother of his daughter, right????? why is jason earles so creepy????????

I woke up to the news that Debbie Reynolds had passed away, which just adds another layer of tragedy to the loss of Carrie Fisher, her daughter. However, while we’re suffering right now as fans, I don’t think our grief can even begin to touch upon what Carrie’s daughter, Billie, must be feeling right now. I can’t fathom the pain of losing your mother and grandmother within a day of each other, especially so close to Christmas. 

Billie is only 24 years old, and is dealing with things that no one her age should have to face. I’m sending her love and best wishes, and hope she’s surrounded by love and support at this awful time - I just hope the media have enough respect to leave her alone and give her time to grieve in peace with her remaining family.

For the anon who asked for Mike making Billie blush:

Title: Blush
Rating: Teen
Word Count: <200
Summary: Mike walks in on Billie changing. Billie is mortified. For the prompt of blushing

“Hey, Beej, do you know if — oh, Jesus fuckin’ Christ!”

“Mike!”

The door slammed violently in Mike’s face, catching him off-guard almost as much as the previous image.

“Billie?” Mike tried after a moment, resting a hand on the door. “Uhh…sorry.”

“Don’t.” Billie didn’t even sound angry; just sad and defeated.

“Can I come in?”

“No.”

Mike sighed, leaning against the chipping wood with a hand on the locked knob. “You’ve got no problem showing your ass to crowds, what’s wrong with me seeing it?”

“That’s different!” Billie snapped from inside. “That’s…a show. This is you. In private.”

“If it’s any compensation,” Mike said, “Adrienne’s a lucky woman.”

The response was the harsh noise of the lock being unbolted. A moment later, Billie poked his head out.

“You’re blushing.” This observation only served to darken the pink cheeks and ears of the smaller man. It didn’t help that Billie was normally pale.

“Shut up.”

“Aww, you’re cute, Bill,” Mike replied, smirking. He was only half-teasing; Billie really did look adorable when he was embarrassed. “Wanna go get lunch?”

Billie huffed and walked out, not meeting Mike’s eyes. “Not. A. Word.”