#bbhc

@scorpio-karma i’m a day late! sorry!

headcanon: bonnie had always been a really good dancer. she especially loved ballet. she took classes until seventh grade when she broke her leg. after her leg healed she didn’t get back into it but as an adult she still dances from time to time.

description: i wrote a lil ficlet about bonnie dancing. it takes place when she’s around 11 years old so she’s in... fifth grade? it’s also kinda centered on her relationship with grams. it’s really wholesome as well bc i was in that kinda mood. enjoy!

 Piece Of My Heart, a moodboard requested by lovely @americaspencil

I spoke a vow today and asked if God would come and play

I've dug a shallow hole for him to sleep

But I swear he just won't answer me

I call on out, is he afraid?

I'll bury him down with the ones he keeps

And if the devil is listening, I'll come for him as well

If I suspect he had a hand to play

And if I see his face in town, there's room for two down underground

Nothing's gonna stop me till I'm done

Until I'm done

Until I'm done

Until I'm done

Until I'm done

'Cause tonight I'm killing gods

Killing gods

It's guilt and frustration, it's everything between

The silence and the absence hitting home

Peripheral glances and the chasing of a sound

I never knew I'd miss until it's gone

So ask me how I'm coping, and I'll smile and tell you: "I'm just fine"

While down inside I'm drowning in the fucking rain

Because when everything is empty

And your heart is set to cave

Sometimes all you wish for is a place

Is a place to place the blame

Burn your heaven, flood your hell

Drown you in your wishing wells

Burn your heaven, flood your hell

Damn you all, 'cause tonight I'm killing gods

The incendiary shock wave scorched earth policy

The devastation that only loss will leave

The chants and incantations of daily rituals

A subtle lapse in brutal honesty

So ask me how I'm coping, and I'll smile and tell you: "I'm just fine"

While down inside I'm screaming till I fucking bleed

Because when everyone's expendable

And your heart can't take the wait

The last thing that you wish for is the face

Is the face to face the pain

Burn your heaven, flood your hell

Drown you in your wishing wells

Burn your heaven, flood your hell

Damn you all, 'cause tonight I'm killing gods

I spoke a vow today and asked if God would come and play

'Cause I just wanna cut that fucker down

Face me

Face me

Face me

Face me

Face me

Face me, none survive

Face me

Face me, none survive, go

None survive

(I think about the boys a lot before i sleep. This will become a mini hcs series that updates when I feel like it)

Henry listens to classic rock, but really enjoys Johnny Cash, Willie Nelson and Hank Williams Sr. as well.

Reggie chews on his nails, and its such a bad habit that he has broken the skin of his finger tips while absently biting them.

Vic skateboards, and roller skates/blades too sometimes. Anything that gives him the chance to glide and feel the wind against his cheeks is good too, but he has a special love for skating.

Patrick likes water, but cant swim. He stays in the shallow end, and watches from a far if the gang heads to the rock quarry in the summer.

Henry smokes marlboro reds, Reggie does chew more than he smokes, and Vic smokes menthols because he knows no one will shark his cigs if he does so.

Henry's first kiss was in his sophmore year of high school, but he tells everyone it was in third grade with some girl (Carly Henderson? Who knows)

Reggie grows apart from the group their senior year, but only because he feels he needs to grow up and stop actin' a fool when his future and education is on the line. He loves his bros, and still is part of the group, but its obvious he has matured the most.

Patrick is the type of person who laughs if he's upset and angry- like his mind is rejecting his rage and trying to stay positive - and its terrifying.

Vic and Patrick have a "What The Fuck Are You Doing?" kind of friendship, in that Vic incoherently screeches at Patrick to not to be an IDIOT and Patrick keeps doing that idiotic thing even harder/more often, enthralled by Vic's worry and irritation towards him.

Patrick's emotional outlet as he became older was music. He likes playing the bass and drums, rhythmatic things basically.