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[steverogrers]

Freefall | Bucky Barnes x Reader | Ch. 1

The streets of New York City were incredibly unwelcoming today. The sidewalks were a bit difficult to pass through, and to make matters worse, the sky above was beginning to grow angry. Deep and dark clouds began to hover over the city, and everyone was preparing for a rather tumultuous thunderstorm. Great.

Making a sharp turn, Bucky shoved his hands further into the pockets of his jacket and dipped his head just a bit lower, attempting not to bring much attention. He was hoping the overdue haircut would further minimize the chances of anyone looking at him and recognizing him. It wasn't the civilians he was worried about, but was still trying to play it safe. With every step he took, he would scan every corner and alleyway. He was keeping a studious eye out for anyone strange, figures cloaked in black clothing, or people looking like they were obviously undercover.

His destination was no more than a block or two away, and he'd already outlined to himself how he would enter the brick building in mind. Truthfully, he could knock on the front door, but he was afraid of a few things. First, he didn't want to be tracked to that unit specifically, for fear of putting the tenant in trouble, and he didn't want to be turned away by said tenant. So, his best bet was to sneak down the alleyway and crawl his way up the fire escape ladder.

Once he reached the building, he turned into a murky alleyway. There were garbage bins and black trashbags lining the sides, and odd liquids splashed against his boots as he made his way to a particular window. He had to tilt his head all the way back to catch sight of the ladder. It was far up.

With a quiet grunt and a calculated leap, Bucky gained enough momentum to allow him to catch the bottom of the ladder with a steely grip. He held on for a second before looking over his shoulder for a mere beat to ensure that no one was nearby, and then he pulled his body weight up with little to no effort. Landing at the top without any noise, he fidgeted slightly with the outside of the small window in front of him and scoffed to himself. Good ol' New York apartments and their shitty windows. The window slid up immediately after the use of brute force, and he looked over his shoulder once more.

No one was nearby, and the angry skies above had darkened the alleyway enough that he was sure nobody would've seen his dark silhouette breaking in.

Bucky pulled his body through the small window, careful not to make a noise as he landed in what seemed to be the bedroom. He'd been here once, but it was quite long ago. The last time he was here, Steve was still alive, and Natasha, and...

Bucky shut the window behind him, trapping the cool rain outside, and turned to inspect the bedroom he'd landed in.

The bedroom was small and it smelled of vanilla and lavender, and it appeared well-loved and well-decorated. There was a full-sized bed tucked against the corner to his right, the plush duvet was folded perfectly and the sheets were tucked tightly under the corners of the bed. Of course, she would do that. He did remember her being a bit of a type-A maniac. What caught his attention was the teddy bear that was seated cutely above the bed between the mountain of pillows. It looked familiar. Next to the bed was a wooden nightstand and a quoizel lamp, which illuminated a small framed image of two women. Wanda and -

Bucky came to an abrupt mental stopping point when he heard a bit of a ruckus outside the bedroom. Taking cautious and silent steps away from the window, he passed an antique dresser and a bookcase as he approached the door of the bedroom. It was propped open just enough that he could wrap a metallic hand around the knob and pull it open, all without making a single sound. He was surprised, really, that the woman hadn't heard a thing. She's out of practice.

As Bucky entered the dimly lit hallway, the smell of food swirled through the air surrounding him, and the sound of music met his ears. No, not just music...singing...loud, terrible singing. Bucky reached the end of the hallway, and it gave him the perfect view of a small room of mismatched furniture and a rather cute kitchenette behind a velvet sofa. In it resided a woman, who donned a ripped-up oversized t-shirt and baggy pajama pants. In her hand was a glass of wine, quite obviously filled to the very brim. She moved about the kitchen area, singing at the very top of her lungs. Edith Piaf. She has good taste.

Bucky finally walked past the archway of the hallway and entered the living room, now entirely shocked that the woman hadn't felt herself being watched. Choosing not to step into the kitchen area just yet, he crossed his arms as he watched her in absolute amusement.

You had a plethora of things going on in front of you, and there were plenty of sounds to keep you occupied at all times. One pan was sizzling loudly as you browned some beef, and in one large pot pasta was boiling. Above the noises, you'd been playing some music from the television in the living room. The bottle of wine next to the sink was emptied in the last hour, and your fingers were a bit numb. Yup, definitely a good night. Truthfully, this was peace. 

And, with just enough wine in your system, your body naturally turned to singing. Of course, it did. It always did.

Et dès que je l'aperçois Alors je sens en moi Mon cœur qui bat

You didn't know jack shit about French, but you'd learned a bit of it through your time with a special group of superhumans.

Just as you were about to switch the song, you turned slightly to glance at a clock in the living room behind you and then turned your attention back to your pots and pans. Then...fear. Did you just see something? You were tipsy, sure, but there was no way you were drunk enough to be seeing shit, especially not shit that looked like ghosts. Or, an entire, large human. A very large human. An intruder. You were so out of practice.

After steeling your nerves, you turned your head once more, ready to use your wine glass to defend yourself. 

But the man watching you wasn't a ghost, nor was he a threatening intruder. Still, that didn't make this discovery of invasion of privacy any more pleasurable. 

"Bucky," You hissed, "What the fuck are you doing here? How did you get in? How long have you been standing there? Did...Did you hear me singing?"

The man seemed to fully relax once you'd clocked his presence in your home. He strode into the kitchen this time, his boots heavy beneath him, and entered into the light. This allowed you a better view of him. You'd seen his face several times in the past and had worked with him a few times, too. But, it'd been a while. His hair was short now, a bit scruffy, but short. He looked...healthier, stronger. It wasn't the short hair or different aura that caught you by surprise though.

He had a small gash running down his bottom lip, and a colorful bruise forming under his eye.

"Which question do you want me to answer first?" He offered, and you could sense that he sounded a bit guilty...no, he sounded embarrassed.

"Bucky," You started again, this time reaching for your phone to lower the volume of the music, and you situated your glass of wine on the counter, "What's happening?"

The home was engulfed in quietness, and Bucky watched you carefully. He remained silent for just a second before he spoke, "I need somewhere to stay. Took the fire escape, opened your window...which, you should figure out some security for that. And...I've been standing here long enough to know that you sing terribly."

You both stared at each other, and you squinted at him in scrutiny, "Okay, let me try again. Why did you just break into my home?"

At this, Bucky released a sigh and ran a hand through his hair before running it down his face. He leaned two hands onto the edge of the kitchen island and then grabbed your glass of wine as if he desperately needed a drink. In less than a second, the wine was chugged and gone, leaving you in bewilderment. "That was my wine."

"You don't need any more of it, and I need a drink," He sighed after the drink was gone, and he eyed you, "Hydra's after me."

Silence. Utter silence. You turned the music off completely.

Hydra...you'd thought Hydra had been taken down long ago. You were there for it. In fact, the man standing before you had broken a finger of yours the day Hydra was taken down. So, how could it be? 

Bucky watched as you went through several moments of mental gymnastics, and grew serious, "If I'm being honest, I'm confused too. I was out this morning...and was cornered. I was able to get away. But...if this is Hydra, and I'm sure it is, I don't know that I can take them on by myself. I'm tired of running...I just finished my therapy sessions and got a hold of my life. And now, they're back."

You felt bad, truly. Bucky appeared a bit distressed as he spoke, a bit angry and sad. Bucky was strong and fully capable of taking down an army of men, but if Hydra really wanted to capture him and bring him back to their control...and if the Avengers were gone, Bucky had only himself, you, and Sam, who was out in Louisiana. You could tell Bucky was desperate for shelter...and, peace.

Shelter and refuge were something you could give him, though you weren't too sure about that either. But...fighting against Hydra...there was no way you could. Those days were long gone for you. Shit, Bucky snuck into your home and you didn't even know. You were incredibly out of practice.

"Bucky...I don't know if I'm fit for this life anymore."

"I know," Bucky spoke, "I just...need a place to lay low. They've already checked this place out this morning after they lost me, so I doubt they'll come looking here again."

Bucky could sense the growing confusion as you watched him, your mouth slightly open, "What do you mean they checked this place out?"

"They've looked everywhere, probably covering their bases all over the city before expanding their search. I can't go back to my place, they're surrounding it like hawks."

"Shit..." That was really all you could say.

"I've been watching this place from afar the last few hours. They won't be coming around here again...I doubt it. I could stay holed up here for a few days until they're out of the city."

You stared at Bucky, hard. And, he stared back. You could see the cogs working in his brain, and you were sure he could see yours. Technically speaking, he could stay holed up on your couch for a few days, and that wouldn't really interfere with your day-to-day schedule. Plus, having him here might be helpful should Hydra choose to revisit the premises. Knowing them, that wasn't so far-fetched of an idea.

But, offering Bucky refuge would most definitely bring you into the fight, whether you liked it or not.

"You have a staring problem," Bucky grumbled, squinting his silvery eyes at you.

"You have a staring problem," You responded, shaking your head and throwing your head back with a dramatic sigh, "Fine...you can stay. Just...try not to make a mess, please? Last time I lived with a man it was horrendous."

At this, Bucky couldn't help the small smile that crawled onto his face. It was apologetic, but it was one of relief too.

"Thank you," Bucky started, leaning forward on the counter on his elbows, dropping his head into his hands, "I'll be outta your hair in a few days. Tops."

Bucky was what you considered a co-worker, and now a co-worker who you were housing. He was always kind, though a bit stand-offish, but you could tell that he'd grown in character. He was obviously more confident when speaking to you, and was more confident in himself. But, that didn't change the fact that now, just by him standing in your kitchen, you were in imminent danger. But, Steve trusted him, and so did you.

"If they come around here," You spoke up in the silence, crossing your arms over your chest and observing him as he looked up at you, "You know that means I'll have to-"

"I won't let it happen," Bucky shook his head and spoke in a matter-of-fact tone, "No one knows I'm here, and unless someone gets wind that I might be here, you are completely safe...So, let's keep this quiet."

You watched him carefully, watching for an inch of doubt in his eyes. There was nothing. He was sure and absolute. So, you nodded and spoke softly, "If you're gonna stay, you should go shower. I can smell you from here."

Bucky shot you a short glare and nodded. He was quiet for a second, observing you as you went back to the meal you were preparing, albeit a bit frazzled now, and then he spoke up again, "Do you have another one of those?"

You looked over at him and noticed he was nodding to the t-shirt you were wearing. It was large on you, so it would fit him well.

"My drawer, pull whatever you need. I might actually have some sweats somewhere in there from my dad."

Bucky nodded and shot you a quick thank you before pushing away from the kitchen island and heading back to your bedroom. Now more relaxed that he didn't have to be silent and undetected, he opened the bedroom door and walked towards your dresser. It was a bit odd, going through a woman's dresser, but Bucky wasn't one to overthink formalities. He needed a shower and clothing. And, food.

He opened the first drawer.

Bras, underwear, socks.

He closed it quickly.

The second drawer was filled with books, notebooks, pencils, knickknacks, and...was that a -

He closed it faster than the first one, and his jaw tightened in slight embarrassment at what he'd seen. This is why he should've just asked you to fish the clothing for him.

Moving on.

He opened the final drawer and was relieved to find a plentiful amount of clothing, all folded neatly. He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh!" He heard a shriek from the kitchen, and could hear your feet trample over the wooden floors of your apartment as you made a sprinted bee-line to your bedroom, "Don't open the seco-"

"Too late," He glared at you, watching as your face grew shameful, "I don't wanna talk about it."

"Oops."

(This is also posted on AO3. https://archiveofourown.org/works/48446233/chapters/122198179)

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #fanfic #i haven't used tumblr since like 2018 so I'm lost I'm sorry lol

[hypergamiss]

Hello 👋

How are you? I had a really bad ex where he cheated on me with basically everyone (my cousin, ex gf/bestie, someone from law class, and several other randoms). He cheated on me and ended up with his bestie that's also his ex gf even though he said there wasn't anything to worry about, in fact he didn't even break up with me 🙈 he went on holiday with her for his birthday and put up romantic pics. His bestie/ex gf even tagged me in their relationship announcement. I found out that they got married because his now wife came to the law firm that I'm serving articles with to shout out at me to 'Stay away from her husband ' 😂 I don't need to tell you that I got fired because of this 😭. I feel like with the amount of cheating, gaslighting and my ass getting fired, I just feel emotionally exhausted and I don't where to go from here... I feel like I lost my confidence. Sorry for the rant and I would love some advice ❤️

Girl. First of all, lemme give you a virtual hug, a stiff drink, and a standing ovation for surviving that dumpster fire of a relationship. Your ex sounds like a walking, talking red flag convention. Cheating with everyone except the mailman? Gaslighting you with the subtlety of a neon sign? And getting his new squeeze to ambush you at work? Honey, that's not just toxic, it's a biohazard.

It's totally normal to feel emotionally wrecked after going through something like that. Betrayal, public humiliation, AND losing your job? That's a triple whammy of suckiness. No wonder your confidence took a hit.

But here's the thing: you are NOT defined by that trashbag of an ex or his drama-queen wife. Here's how to start picking up the pieces:

Ditch the guilt trip: You did NOTHING to deserve this mess. His cheating, their craziness – that's on them. Don't let anyone, including your own brain, blame you for their terrible behavior.

Give yourself time: Healing takes time. Be patient, and allow yourself to feel the feelings – anger, sadness, even a touch of pity for those two idiots.

Build your support squad: Lean on good friends, family, and maybe even a therapist. They'll remind you of your worth and cheer you on.

Rediscover your awesome: What lights you up? What were you passionate about before this mess? Dive back in, even if it's small steps at first. Passion fuels confidence.

Embrace the "glow up": Not about revenge, but about YOU feeling your best. New haircut? Hitting the gym? Rocking those power outfits? Do it. Outer confidence helps rebuild the inner kind.

Red Flag Radar Upgrade: This whole ordeal might feel like a sucker punch, but it can be a powerful learning experience. Here's the thing: there probably WERE red flags in your relationship, little warning signs you might have ignored. Next time around, become a red-flag detector! Here are some things to watch out for:

Excessive jealousy or possessiveness. A healthy partner respects your independence.

Gaslighting and manipulation. Don't let someone twist reality to make you question yourself.

Disrespectful behavior. A partner who puts you down or doesn't value your opinions isn't a keeper.

Broken promises and inconsistency. Actions speak louder than words. Pay attention to how someone treats you.

Bonus Tip: Trust your gut! If something feels off, it probably is. Don't ignore that inner voice that's trying to protect you.

And as for your job situation? File for unemployment, then dust yourself off and start hunting. This setback is temporary. You're obviously driven to be in the legal field. Don't let their bad behavior derail your dreams.

Remember, you survived the worst they threw at you. Now, you get to rebuild your life on your own terms, surrounded by people who actually deserve you. And trust me, someday you'll look back at this and think, "Damn, I'm a total badass for getting through THAT."

[vamprisms]

you know what im not actually mad about the riddler wearing his trashbag duct tape serial killer get up because now he's had his little batman doesn't like me back revelation you know he's going to be straight to the tailors the minute he escapes arkham for a post breakdown slutty little bespoke three piece number in 'hey what's a colour that will make someone jealous' with a fresh haircut and the shitty little question mark cane to match asking calendar man hey what date was that wayne foundation charity gala again because i'm about to show myself up

#i couldn't fix him but i do want to be his tailor #batman spoilers

[willowcrowned]

WAIT SHIT WHAT IF BEN AND LUKE AND HAN (and Chewie and R2 and Threepio) FOLLOW HER INTO THE PALACE TO RESCUE HER AND FIND THE ARTIFACT AND END UP IN THE PAST ALSO

Vader sees Ben and enters murder mode, Leia is yelling at him to stop, Luke is still in his Farmboy Clothes, Han is ready to tear out his hair, etc.

The artifact blows up before Palps can follow them through.

Somehow this leads into Vader watching one of his kids make out with his father figure while the other one makes out with Quinlan Vos and Crazy Old Ben cracks PTSD jokes in Qui-Gon's general direction. IDK what Han is doing other than being upset about the fact that he got dragged into this Force Bullshit mess.

Maybe Han meets and charms Shmi and Vader just has to scream because NO, CAPTAIN SOLO, YOU CANNOT FUCK DARTH VADER'S MOM.

At first, Han doesn’t think much of Shmi. She’s almost a nonentity compared to the loudmouth princess, or any of the stuck up Jedi, and definitely compared to the evil trashbag-looking asshole in a mechsuit. She’s pretty, but she’s not gorgeous, not like the princess, and she doesn’t have the whole sunshine thing going on like the twink does.

And then he sees her face down Darth Vader.

Han Solo, contrary to popular opinion, is not an idiot. He’s survived this long by knowing when to hedge his bets and when to cut and run. He’s intimately aware of the fact that he’s the most vulnerable person here— all he’s got is a blaster and his wits— and he’s not stupid enough to give up an opportunity for protection when he sees it. He knows Vader won’t kill anyone that will upset his kids or his mother, and since the princess is wrapped up in the Jedi with the terrible haircut, and the twink thinks that Han is a dick, he’s going to have to find someone else.

So he seduces Shmi— or tries to, at any rate. 

Shmi knows exactly what he’s doing from the first wink, nailing him with an even stare that makes Han feel like he’s being stripped down to his bones. Skywalker women, he’s beginning to realize, are scary. Still, she doesn’t let Vader hurt him— even introduces him to her kid. She’s kind to him, presses back a smile at his antics, but doesn’t let him get away with anything.

He might not be able to seduce Shmi, but Shmi is sure seducing him.

#this blog is for two things: torturing fictional middle aged men #and time travel rarepairs #star wars #star wars au #asks #phoenixyfriend #shmi skywalker/han solo #I'm tagging this as #willow's aus #but really nixy is doing all the work #leia and vader's big day out au

[scratchface]

jujutsu kaisen fans be thirsting over characters and its always some guy in a trashbag with a terrible haircut

[fazbearsfrights]

hey rick tell me. abt your aubergine man. show will to the world

you got it ;)

@bunnyworme

IT’S HIM, THE STINKY BASTARD MAN. he’s meant to look like michael because, y’know, sister location. for reference, here’s my mikey boi! there are some differences here and there, though (i.e. deathly pale, darker hair, sliiightly different haircut, green eyes, bigger nose, etc. also before / when he first opens fredbear’s he’s a LOT chubbier but he uh…loses a lot of weight after certain events. we’ll get into that tho!).

LET’S GET INTO TIMELINE AND PLOT…

SO what’s really important to me here is the stuff just before and after fredbear’s/freddy’s and the afton family, mainly because i haven’t thought up much stuff before then (though i really should - i don’t really even have a solid character in mind for his wife at the moment).

anyhow, william’s family consists of himself, mrs. afton, michael, and elizabeth. william is FAR from the best father, and certain incidents where he lashed out at his own children (particularly michael) led his wife to threaten to leave him at certain points. but william is nothing if not a good manipulator and convincing pathological liar, and he convinced her to stay for a good while before she ultimately did gather the courage to leave. she pleaded for michael and elizabeth to come with her, but elizabeth - desperate for her father’s attention, and always unharmed, unlike michael - chose to stay instead. and being the protective brother he was, michael chose to stick with his sister, despite wishing he could do otherwise. once the divorce was finalized, though, she got custody of them every so often - weekly, which left william feeling…conflicted. that being said, this situation takes place over the course of time, in tandem with the fredbear’s/freddy’s stuff.

at some point in this part of his life, he met henry - a small-time inventor who was incredibly talented, but toiled his days away on miscellaneous small projects, either toys for his children or crafts he could sell for a small fortune (which, sometimes, were toys that his kids had rejected). william, by now, was a bit of an entrepreneur who was looking for a new project - and although it wasn’t obvious at this point, he’d struck gold. over time, their friendship grew, with william wrapping his new acquaintance around his little finger (both intentionally and unintentionally, due to him genuinely growing attached - over time, he grew to admire henry in all sorts of ways). and in the end, some time after learning of his buddy’s talents…he decided it was time for a brilliant idea.

they were both struggling a bit financially, but if they sunk all of their savings into this idea, he was certain it would pay off. “fredbear’s family diner” (although it wasn’t titled at the time, merely a concept) - a family-friendly diner, featuring costumed mascots, like a dinner theater. when henry nervously said that there was no way they could support the salary of costumed workers, william eagerly suggested that they could play the roles, to which henry protested again - they didn’t have the time, especially not if they would be managing the business! eventually they settled on a compromise. henry would be designing a suit that could double as a costume AND an animatronic, like the robotic toys he developed for his children…a springlock suit.

it took ages, with henry tinkering until he developed the first springlock, then a prototype suit, then designs of characters until he and william could both agree, then suits of fredbear and spring bonnie. the two characters who would lead the restaurant. by now, henry was thrilled by this idea and the delight it would bring to not only his kids (who were already excited by the characters he’d been creating) but the kids around their town, and william was simply in it for the money right now (and ultimately, nefarious purposes). still, the two of them smiled on their (henry’s) work at the end of the day, and eagerly started work on the restaurant.

another long while passed, and the financial struggles that its construction caused stirred serious turmoil in the afton family that william had to fan down. henry had similar troubles, but finally, the diner was COMPLETE. the stage was set! his two springlock suits were brought in and placed, and the diner opened the next day. they had a rough time getting word about the diner out, but once it did, it spread like wildfire. it was New to everyone around, especially because of the way the mascots could “change” their styles of dancing. they could even sing! people were impressed, and it was a good thing too, because they really needed that cash.

time passed, and the diner’s popularity grew, and william was pretty happy with how things turned out…for the most part. by now, his familial troubles were getting really rough - things were settling down now, but he wasn’t a better person at home whatsoever. his wife was getting ready to leave (for real) and That was tearing him apart on the inside, despite what success he had from fredbear’s, which was all he seemed to care about now anyway (aside from his relationship with henry). when she finally did leave, he started to snap for the first time and started to lash out at everyone, especially henry. it was the first time the two of them had ever had a real argument, since william had endeavored to keep himself on his “best behavior” because he didn’t want to lose him - and yet here he was, projecting his feelings for why his wife left him onto his best friend, and yelling at him for his unfounded fear that he would leave him too.

the next day, william outwardly gathered himself for henry’s sake and apologized, then explained the situation at home (but twisted the story so that it favored him - it wasn’t his fault she was leaving him, she was the one who manipulated and abused him, etc). and upon hearing all that, being the empathetic soul he is, henry was ofc like “oh worm im so sorry????” and wound up trying to COMFORT him bc he’s baby. and once again, william had him wrapped around his little finger.

now, when his divorce was finalized and his custody of the kids got kinda fucked, and his wife got her first week with them, he snapped yet again. only this time, it was MUCH, MUCH worse. yet again, his meltdown involved henry (or rather, his family), and it was meant to be a cathartic moment - if my family can’t be happy, if i can’t be happy, neither can he. so when one of his henry’s twins wound up locked outside of the diner, he smiled at her - a familiar face for her, as henry’s best friend, and comforted her for a moment…just before stabbing her. and as she bled out on the pavement, he felt no remorse or sadness…in fact, his only concern was that henry might be nearby, since one of his damn kids was. so he haphazardly dragged her toward the back, near the dumpster, barely concealing her under some trashbags, and smiled as he loomed over her pathetically covered corpse. henry would be just as miserable as him now.

william changed into his “professional” outfit in the car, then scrubbed his hands clean in the bathroom the first chance he got, despite wearing gloves at the time of the murder. not even a few hours into the work day, he was being pestered by henry about the whereabouts of his daughter - he didn’t even know a parent could be so paranoid. master manipulator that he was, he assured his friend that she must’ve been around somewhere, probably playing with sammy or one of the other kids, or heck, maybe even playing hide-and-seek. kids are unpredictable! that seemed to ease his worries just enough for the time being, but in the meantime, he just chuckled to himself, knowing what a fool the man was and what panic and misery would ensue the second he knew what fate his daughter had met.

as anticipated, over the next few days, henry’s misery drastically intensified - she went from “missing” to “found” in what felt like a matter of moments, and all the while, william was his only pillar of support. and he was loving every second of it. being able to comfort him on his darkest days, hearing the weak “thank you”s every time he listened to the pitiful man’s venting, the long and anguished hugs. of course, it wasn’t because he was being a friend to him (although part of him did yearn for a closer relationship with henry like this) - it was because he was towering over him in a position of power, because now he was the one “on top.” henry was the one suffering now, moreso than him, and he would never be able to recover. in fact, william was doing better than ever - killing charlie seemed to instill him with more confidence than ever, and he LIKED that feeling.

henry became more and more disheveled, showing up to work in stained flannel and mussed up hair, bags under his red eyes because he’d been crying all night. this pattern continued for a long time, but the crying eventually stopped, though his sorrow was replaced by a deeply-seeded paranoia regarding his own diner. he feared the place, and feared his kids ever visiting it, despite him practically opening it up for them. and yet…none of his suspicions were placed on william. not the one person who’d comforted him in his darkest days, no. not his best friend. that man would never betray him.

eventually (after a bit of an expansion, thanks to some convincing on will’s part - new characters would make the place brand new, make him forget), the diner claimed another victim, and it wasn’t even by william’s own hand, much to his own surprise. another one of henry’s kids, funnily enough (from will’s perspective). he had to witness the man’s grieving process all over again, and support him all over again, all the while trying not to smirk as he towered atop him - when henry suffered, he felt higher than ever before, even though he loved the man to death. 

with this death, however, henry officially decided that it was high time that the diner closed down. he couldn’t bear another death on his hands - not another child of his, especially. he’d grieved enough, and he only had one left. even so, william wouldn’t give up. he convinced henry to create another restaurant, finally, but henry refused to make the animatronics himself…he didn’t trust himself anymore.

and so marked the first time that william invented animatronics of his own, with henry’s help. and once again, his ego soared, as he took to the inventing game rather rapidly - even henry remarked that he was impressed. his models were plastic, unlike henry’s fuzzy and soft ones, and he insisted that they would be more “kid-friendly” and fitted with safer technology to keep him happy. so, the 1987 restaurant was opened, and the toy models took over while the withered animatronics rotted in the back room.

in the meantime, william got to Killin for realsies. charlie was like…a warm up, but this was the real deal. he got sloppy, though, not realizing that his own tech would recognize Him as a criminal if he killed in front of them. in fact, it shouldn’t have been technologically possible. one of his creations - the toy version of foxy, and what would ultimately be the prototype of funtime foxy (mangle) - even recorded audio of him in the act. so, to keep them all in order, he tampered with their facial recognition software. then, he dismantled the mangle beyond repair, then passed it off to everyone around him as something the children did.

although william didn’t have much of a real motive for killing this time around, his interest was piqued when he overheard henry’s oldest son - an employee of the establishment - discussing issues with the current night guard, and how he complained about the animatronic’s behavior during the night. it might not mean much to anyone else, but the way they acted made it seem like they were aware. sentient, perhaps. and their behavior over the ensuing weeks made that possibility feel more and more likely - they stared at staff almost maliciously, and adults in general, but behaved normally around kids. and that caused him to wonder if there was any chance whether the spirits of the kids themselves could’ve tethered themselves and possessed the things.

regardless, when henry realized that more kids were going missing in this restaurant, he started to lose it again. he couldn’t keep it together anymore - and eventually, he managed to figure out just who was behind it all. and although william did his best to keep it together, and sway him otherwise, and smooth-talk him out of it, henry continued to push and push until he snapped and called him out for the liar and the monster that he was. with that, henry truly DID leave him - in fact, he’d left a suicide note, but he just disappeared. no body was ever found.

but despite everything, all the misery william put him through, all the intentional torture, william found himself absolutely devastated by that loss. and for once, he seemed to be genuinely saddened by it; instead of lashing out at others, as he was wont to do, he seemed to lash out at himself. he was a pretty rotund lad back in the day of fredbear’s and the 1987 freddy’s restaurant, but he grew incredibly, deathly thin in the months after henry left. a few new scars had gathered on his wrists by the end of the year. he grew more unkempt, just as henry had just after his losses.

but in time…he recovered. he grew to turn his sorrow and saudade into unbridled hatred. he didn’t need henry, he NEVER did. and to prove it, he made his own franchise and his own robotics company in 1990 - “circus baby’s pizza” and “afton robotics, llc.”, respectively. when his daughter’s interest was piqued after seeing him work on circus baby for the first time, he even encouraged her by telling her that circus baby was being made for her. that wasn’t the case, obviously, but it made her giddy and it would ultimately make her excited enough to possibly spread the word about the upcoming restaurant to her little friends.

finally, circus baby’s restaurant was open to the public - and unbeknownst to them, it was essentially a haven for child murder, just as william had planned for it to be. each of the animatronics had their own mechanisms for luring children away and for ensnaring them, and essentially all he had to do was watch the chaos unfold. this time around, it was an “experiment” of sorts - he wanted to see whether the kids really would possess the robots if they were killed inside of them, test out different methods, etc. as toy chica would say, though, “there is only one thing that could possibly go wrong…”

although william hadn’t been the best father, there is some part of him that did care about his kids. especially elizabeth, his “favorite” child. he may have ignored her - a lot - especially in favor of his work, as of late, but he did love her. and so when she ignored his constant warnings, his incessant pleading for her to stay away from circus baby, only to be snatched up the second she walked up to her…well. he was devastated, yet again.

he should’ve seen it coming, really, especially after telling her that he’d created circus baby “just for her.” but of course he hadn’t thought it through, and now she was gone. it was like he was reliving what he’d done to henry, wasn’t it? karma’s a bitch, ain’t it, afton.

he closed down circus baby’s after that single incident, and started working on an underground facility for the animatronics to be stored while his own mental state started to deteriorate more and more, since he was in almost complete isolation - not even his own son came to see him anymore now that he was entirely independent by now.

around this time, the next freddy’s opened up - the owner just so happened to be henry’s oldest son, the only apparent survivor of the tragedies that befell his family. this IMMEDIATELY caught william’s attention, and reignited the grudge he felt toward henry and his family all over again. he’d get “revenge” for what was done to him, and even to his daughter - at least, that was how it was justified in his twisted mind.

he applied for a job as a dayshift worker under an alias, since he would be recognized otherwise. thankfully, his appearance had changed SO drastically over the years that even henry’s kid - who’d spent so much time around him back in the day - couldn’t piece his identity together. not at first, anyway…but by then, it was too late. he got to work with his usual pattern - luring kids away with the suit they kept in the back room, then stuffing them into the animatronics.

fortunately for him, this could be the experiment he missed out on when he lost his daughter and closed his own restaurant down. and he didn’t have to pay the price for it - henry’s franchise, son, and overall legacy did. he kept a keen eye on the animatronics’ behavior both before and after the children were killed, and he was fascinated to find that they were indeed haunted. something about the semi-conscious bodies being tethered to metal caused their souls to become tethered, too - which led to events like this. 

in fact, their behavior got so aggressive that they started hunting night guards - most of them either quit to keep their lives or mysteriously went “missing” in the night, but william knew what happened. he could see their clumsily stuffed bodies in spare suits in the back. the animatronics were getting revenge for what happened to them, and he was intrigued. but at the same time, he was given a new hope…

he decided to re-dedicate some of his attention to circus baby and her friends with these new discoveries in mind. his resources went to staff and machinery that would allow the bunker to be automated for them - and once that was sufficient (despite a few losses here and there - what can you do? the animatronics Were designed to be killers, after all), he even started up a rental service for them. it wasn’t big, but it was a side project. and in the meantime, he contacted his son about a job offer.

it took some convincing, especially since this offer was coming from a father who had never treated his son well, but because it was about his sister - and despite the supernatural circumstances surrounding the situation - he ultimately accepted. his son would take a job at the rental place as a night technician, but his actual goal would be to find elizabeth and “put her back together.”

with all that settled, this particular freddy’s inevitably closed down FOR GOOD. after all, plenty of grieving parents had come forward, alongside customers complaining about blood and mucus seeping out of the animatronics, and the owner himself had “gone missing” during the night shift (after taking the place of his last willing night guard). and so william went in the abandoned restaurant one last time to dispose of the evidence. after dismantling all of the animatronics and retreating to the safe room, however, he was met with the ghosts of the children he’d killed - and one of them in particular started to approach him. 

he wasn’t sure what they could do, but he was frightened enough to back away until he locked eyes with his springlock suit in the corner - and he suited up one last time, positive that once they saw him as “spring bonnie,” the cheerful character that they’d loved and trusted before they died, they’d leave him alone. he made one fatal mistake, though - in his surge of confidence, he laughed to himself the second he put the suit on, which triggered the springlocks. and once one of them went off, all of them started to go off, one by one, inflicting a quite painful death - or what ought to have been one. william always comes back, y’know.

the safe room got sealed up - william never knew who did it, or why, but it seemed like a premeditated arrangement by henry’s son - and 30 years later, fazbear frights opened up and william was Pissed. he’d been locked up all that time and he was itchin for revenge…and since the emily family was gone, he was ready to take his anger out on the world around him. except there was no escape from this attraction, all over again - and there was only one person around. a “guard.”

only, when he approached the makeshift office, what did he find? the “guard” this time around was none other than his goddamn son - except that his son was barely recognizable now, deformed, corpsey, and boney. if it weren’t for the wig and the make-up to make his skin resemble…skin, he Wouldn’t have recognized him. william was a confused and angry stinky, rotting bunny.

every time he managed to make it up to the window pane just in front of the office, he slammed his animatronic paws on it demandingly and tried to speak to michael through severed vocal chords. michael, on the other hand, would wince and desperately try to lure him into another room by distracting the suit he was inside of (which still had a mind of its own, even with him being somewhat dominant) with those damn balloon boy giggles, and he would be unwittingly forced to leave.

the miserable pattern continued for a week until michael set the place ablaze, trying to get rid of the franchise’s worst mistake - william himself. of course, he failed, and william survived…and now he had a new target. his son himself. whoops. and that leads us into the final freddy’s restaurant.

a freddy fazbear’s pizza joint that michael himself opens up, to salvage all the final pieces of the fazbear franchise and get rid of them once and for all, to make sure that everyone is set free. william is, of course, one of these final pieces - and despite realizing that this must be a trap, this piques his curiosity, and he’s confident that he’ll be able to escape again. that’s what he did before.

unfortunately for him, the construction of this place was too clever for him to anticipate - a carefully-constructed labyrinth that would endlessly lure him and the others in a circle, up until the final day, where they would all meet their end in a fiery grave.

and, of course, there’s the end - where william meets his ending in hell, surrounded by the animatronics he’s gotten to know so well; some of which he’s created, some of which henry has, some of which are haunted by his victims, some of which are a product of circumstance, and some of which…are him himself. and the one orchestrating it all just so happens to be henry’s boy…sammy, represented by golden freddy, one of the most vengeful spirits there.

NOW. uh. i’m sure you’ve gotten a taste of it throughout all of this, but we can talk a lil more about his personality and stuff?

william is a very mentally ill boio, but i really like to hone in on the fact that he’s a bpd bastard because i feel like there were lots of hints about that in the books. maybe that’s just me though. i mean, the fact that he wrote stuff about henry that ranged from the dude being his idol and him loving his work to him almost hating his guts and being consumed by jealousy for his talents kinda sealed the deal for me on THAT headcanon?? so he’s got like - a debilitating fear of abandonment, acts kinda recklessly / impulsively, is INCREDIBLY antisocial, hostile, and irritable, has mood swings a-plenty, is actually VERY insecure even though he’ll never show that to anyone around him, and is really self-destructive even if he doesn’t fucking realize it. like, this man will shrug off ANY self-blame until the cows come home.

and straight down the line, i think william meets all the criteria for having antisocial personality disorder, too. disregard for right and wrong, persistent lying to exploit others, disrespecting others, manipulating others for personal gain, arrogance and a sense of superiority, CRIMINAL BEHAVIOR, impulsiveness and failure to plan ahead, hostility, aggression, violence, lack of remorse, dangerous behavior, abusive relationships, failure to consider negative consequences or learn from them, and being consistently irresponsible and failing to meet work obligations.

so he’s obviously manipulative and cruel, and a pathological liar. but well, he can be…nice when he wants to be? it’s usually when he’s first starting his relationships, but it’s never quite “right” - there’s a moment of peace while he struggles to find what his new friend/partner wants in somebody, and he’ll do anything to meet their expectations and keep them happy until they’re content enough for him to start showing his true colors. 

in his wife’s case, he was a perfect gentleman who did anything for her, but then he started getting upset with her very easily over the littlest things. things escalated drastically over time, but he apologized every time and assured her he would be better for her, bought her candy and flowers, anything to remind her of that perfect guy he was at first. and that sort of pattern continued up until they were married, and she miserably stuck with him through the arguments and bruises and incidents with her children until she finally had enough.

on a similar note, he really did care about henry (before it all went astray) - henry was his closest friend and it really showed in just how intense his attachment was to him. his depression over henry’s loss was far more intense than what he went through after his divorce. unfortunately, his affection for henry just manifested in an INCREDIBLY twisted way, with his jealousy and bitterness often taking hold more than any actual kindness he might possess. 

there’s also his kids - even though michael got the short end of the stick, william did occasionally show…some shred of affection toward him. let’s just say that a lot of the ways that michael was mistreated, beaten, and kicked while he was down was how william was treated as a kid, and those patterns took over once he had kids of his own. when he wasn’t taking out his anger on his family, he did act like a real father every so often, treating his kids to Good days at the diner and letting them play alongside henry’s kids, or playing with them himself, or just tucking them in at night and doing little things to show he did care, even a tiny bit.

and as for elizabeth, the favoritism was real. when william was working on his bigger projects, like starting up fredbear’s or actually designing and creating animatronics - those for circus baby’s pizzeria in particular - she got ignored a lot more, which always upset her, but other than that? she got PLENTY of attention. love from her dad (though his “i love you”s were always spoken so haphazardly to both of his children, whether he intended for them to sound that way or not), playtime (though he always seemed bored), and he would take her out every so often to get ice cream (her favorite). circus baby might not actually have been made for her, but one aspect of her design was certainly inspired by her - the ice cream dispenser. her father’s attitude was always what made her insecure - and there were other things behind the scenes too, like the way he threw out her drawings when she wasn’t looking (she always found them in the trash later on).

#bunnyworme #rick's handy dandy fnaf au tag #there's my fnaf au tag there u go #im not brave enough to put this in official tags tho #ALSO: MEGA LONG POST UNDER THE READ MORE YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED #also lots of triggers in here WHOOPS #abuse / #child death / #self harm / #suicide ment / #ask to tag /

[lansizhuis]

hi LQR daddy with the trashbag haircut thank you and goodbye 

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DO YOU THINK LQR IS A JOKE @sickly-sweet-raven LDNSJKDSKJFS IM SCREAMING NOOOOOOOOOOO HAHAHAHAH

#submission #sickly-sweet-raven #lan qiren #others

[braywashed]

*DEEP BREATH*

I DON’T KNOW WHAT WAS WORSE ABOUT JERVIS IN LAST NIGHT’S EPISODE

THE PISS POOR WRITING OR THE LACK OF ANY SHITS GIVEN TOWARDS HIS APPEARANCE?

i think the words ‘they’re hypnotized’ was uttered at LEAST four times by some character, because the audience is stupid, and every time a jervis or ivy pops up the writers feel the need to directly tell us multiple times per episode now that gosh golly! they’re hypnotized! as if it’s not fucking obvious. and then on top of that, jervis literally asks if he should hypnotize jim and lee, more to the air than anything, in case we didn’t understand that he was the one hypnotizing the people, because they’re hypnotized. has the word hypnotized lost all meaning yet? because that’s how this writing felt.

i also..... haaaate lee’s line about being a second rater? in context. if it was better written and they had more time to play out their subplot for the episode, i’d feel differently, but it wasn’t and they didn’t. so. we’re calling the main villain for 75% of the entire 3rd season a second-rater and treating him like a joke? i know it was to get under his skin and try to get free, but it just???

they treated him like such a sideshow act and he was literally the guy who UNLEASHED A FUCKING RAGE VIRUS ON THE ENTIRE CITY. A RAGE VIRUS THAT INFECTED BOTH OF THESE PEOPLE AND TURNED THEM INTO DAMN NEAR MURDEROUS MONSTERS. a rage virus that got lee’s fiance *killed* and gordon’s at the time girlfriend shot and moved out of town. not to mention he almost killed jim several times over the course of his first two episodes probably more successfully than anyone in the entire fuckin series. why are we now pretending that mad hatter in this universe is a second-rater when they did so much to make him a serious villain for the show?

and god fucking... seriously, his look.

if this was the ten year time gap that’s in the finale, i’d be fine with the brighter wardrobe. the whole brighter appearance. fine. if we had never seen him until this episode? fine.

but no.

it wasn’t a BAD look. the green coat and the bright gloves and vest. it was very mad hatter. but it wasn’t GOTHAMS mad hatter. while if any character can get away with looking too bright for the scenery, it’s that one, he’s never been that character on this show. his look was always dark muted and relatively victorian. even in season four he had a brighter colored coat, but it was still neutral toned.

so why all the sudden after like six months if that does he look so damn different? is he hiding a fucking personal tailor in the hellscape that is this city that barely has food and clean water?

they didn’t even bother to darken his hair or do his eye makeup or give him his fucking facial hair. he looks younger and just.... like YEAH IT’S CLEARLY STILL THE SAME ACTOR BUT THERE’S SOMETHING TO BE SAID FOR NOT BOTHERING WITH THEIR MAKEUP? the haircut last season is whatever, he works, he has other roles to do, but??? to just??? not bother with the aesthetic at all? it’s like someone totally different dressed up and was just like ‘yeah no this matches it’s fine.’

also i watched back the moment where he pulls out the watch and uh?

they didn’t even give him his black eyes effect.

even as simplified as he was in season four, they still *gave him his fucking black eyes* when he pulled out the watch.

i just...

THE ENTIRE EPISODE SHOULD HAVE BEEN BETTER WRITTEN FOR WHAT IT WAS BUT I WAS EXCITED ABOUT MY TRASHBAG PERSON AND THAT’S WHAT I GOT IN PROBABLY HIS FINAL APPEARANCE AND I HAVE AN ANGER.

GOTHAM MADE A CHARACTER THAT IS GENERALLY YES, A SECOND RATE COMEDY ACT INTO SOMETHING GENUINELY *DISTURBING* AND SCARY AND THEN THEY JUST... DID THAT IN THE LAST SEASON? THAT’S HIS APPEARANCE? THAT’S IT? IN SUCH A FUCKING GOOD IDEA FOR AN EPISODE TO BOOT WITH SUCH A FOOD ROLE FOR HIM TO FILL?

#sam watches gotham #no one cares but listen.... im steamed lmao

[otpdisaster]

Yes I write my own prompts

Otpdisaster:

Person B brutally torturing Person C, out of pure revenge, with the exact same wounds/inflictions that C gave to Person A, so they would know the pain they caused.

Quick warning for this one. Its literally from my Supernatural fanfiction that I’ve meticulously hidden from the world on my friend’s FF account (so she can suffer). but well here it is, since no one can technically embarrass me that much on here. I hope.

Rating: T

Pairings: Crowley/OC

Notes: Torture, Blood, and stuff (bad torture but torture nonetheless) oh and if anyone would like to read the trashbag fic itself. I will link it! THANK U FOR TOLERATING ME.

Link: FF AND THE LINK TO THE PROMPT!

The action of stepping forward displaced enough weight to elicit a yelp. She hissed, immediately shifting back to her other leg in order to not face-plant and embarrass herself further.

“They do something to your leg, darling?” She didn’t notice his menacing tone, disguised as a growl.

“Ah. I think… my knee was already out of sorts. But I guess sitting down for three hours straight agitated it.” Speaking past a grimace, she cautiously tapped her foot on the floor, testing its functionality.

“Did you hear that?” Crowley swiveled his head to address the cult leader being held up at the arms by two henchmen. “Out of sorts.” Parroting her description, the demon’s next action was blindingly fast. Nysza didn’t even see the heel of his shoe drive down onto the man’s knee, but she certainly did hear his kneecap shatter to literal dust. Howling in anguish, a horrific crunching noise rattled through the rest of his leg as he crumpled against the hold of his captors, lower leg snapping up in an unnatural direction. Bones scraped together like pretzels in a bag. The cult leader wailed hoarsely.

“And what’s this...?”

Gliding toward her, the demon lightly ran a thumb over her chin, his next words sounding similar to a death sentence, “You’re bleeding.” Habitually, Nysza pressed her lips together, quickly licking them. Sure enough, a metallic taste spread over her tongue. She tried to touch it. Adrenaline must have kept her from experiencing any unpleasantness right away.

“It’s—“ He didn’t let her finish. His blade soundlessly slid into his hand, an ace up his sleeve. In one wide outward swing, the exact motion she had been struck with, Crowley slashed the sharp edge across his captive’s lip. The fun fact here was that lips were just two sacks of blood held in by a thin membrane.

Seeing it burst in an explosion of crimson spurting everywhere forced the man to gag. Gurgling on his own blood, unsure whether to spit it out or let it slide thickly down his throat, the captive flopped about uselessly.

“Something troubling your wrist?” News to her, she cast her eyes downward, realizing she was gingerly cradling her right wrist with her left hand. She had been massaging away the rope burn earlier. A hideous squish and snap echoed beneath the choppy scream as Crowley jammed his weapon straight down into his captive’s wrist, piercing the tendons and bone with one strike. Smoothly, he twisted at an angle that severed the appendage entirely, leaving a bloody stump and protruding bone, oozing with bloody marrow.

Without much regard for his victim choking on bile nearby, the demon turned back to Nysza, eyes scanning her person, cataloguing every nick to her person. She tilted her head, praying that her hair was sufficiently covering the bruise lining her chin, near her ear from when they had knocked her out.

“Are those bruises?” He asked pleasantly as if she were sporting a new haircut. A sneer twitched his lip upon turning back to his current project, now whimpering at what “bruises” meant for him.

“Stop.” Nysza finally projected, stepping forward, outstretching her hand. The demon remained motionless, “Don’t do this.” Slowly, but surely her hand inched toward his, fingertips grazing his skin. Warmth from the blood stained her fingers, “Not for me.” She reiterated firmly. Slipping her hand into his, she wrapped her fingers around them tight.

It took a second to realize that her surroundings were different and her hand actually held onto, well, nothing. He’d sent her away with one crisp snap of his fingers. The nerve.

Now that she was out of the way, Crowley set his contempt on the mess of a man before him. “This…” He languidly indicated with his blade in a circular motion, “… was just an appetizer—a teaser, if you will.” A vicious glimmer made way for his cruel indulgences. “Main course is guaranteed to be…” Using the tip of his blade to lift and wiggle a jagged skin flap on stumpy wrist, he chuckled, “Meatier.”

#yes i write my own prompts #otp #supernatural #crowley #spn #oc #help #torture #tw:torture #i mean its bad torture #but still torture #blood #otpdisaster

[trashbaghaircuts]

#school #trashbag haircuts #trashbaghaircuts #buzzcuts #getting buzzcuts #buzzcut #video #Youtube

[theladyragnell]

OTP questions: Matt/Foggy

1. Who takes the trash out? Matt, because trash smells way worse to him and bothers him faster and Foggy will only take it out when it is “full as God intended, Matthew, it is a waste of a trashbag otherwise and you have to do it yourself if you’re going to be a princess about it.”2. Who reminds the other to take care of themselves? Foggy, oh lord, with a sense of great grievance that Matt does not actually do so.3. Who is happier when they are out in nature? Outside in the city, Matt. Outside out of the city, if Matt can be tempted out, definitely Foggy. Matt deeply distrusts non-urban spaces, they are Too Quiet and Too Open and birds make Too Many Weird Noises That Register Oddly On His Senses. He almost beats up a wild turkey once and Foggy finds this hilarious.4. Do they like to go in the hot tub together? Broke millennial lawyers cannot afford hot tubs.5. Do either of them avidly follow a celebrity and/or fandom? Other than Thurgood Marshall, bless Matt’s heart? I mean, Foggy follows Captain America because he’s got transference for Aunt Angie reasons, but also he is a massive fan of most sitcoms and loves to get drunk and watch crime procedurals to bemoan that they’re never how the law actually works.6. Who builds a pillow fort? Foggy. Matt finds he likes it, all the softness and thick cushions between him and the world are good when his senses are overwhelmed.7. Who plans the romantic date? Also Foggy, because Matt really does try but it’s like he’s a magnet for restaurants where mafia deals are going down, and he looks baffled enough that he’s not even doing it on purpose.8. Who likes to play with the other’s hair? Matt loves both playing with Foggy’s hair (the haircut is A Tragedy okay) and having his hair played with.9. Who calms the other down when the other has a nightmare? Foggy tries his best.10. Who wants their dog to sleep on the bed with them? Again, Foggy, but I don’t think they’ll really end up with a dog because that has loaded can’t-take-care-of-himself connotations for Matt and also they live in a city so Foggy feels like he can’t have the Huge Dog that would otherwise be his destiny.11. Who can’t sleep without the other? Foggy, which is kind of A Problem at times.12. Who is too nice and will listen to a sales person pitch? Neither of them, really.13. Who makes the first move to cuddle? Foggy, when Matt is looking sad-puppy-dog-in-the-pet-store-window enough because Matt is bad at reaching out for affection.14. What is their go to fast food place? What ISN’T.15. Who likes to wear the other’s sweaters?Matthew Hair-Shirt Murdock will steal Foggy Nelson’s cozy weekend sweaters at the drop of a hat and also has one of his college stoner sweatshirts stuck in the back of his closet for really bad days when he can admit the bad stuff isn’t his fault and he deserves some comfort. It still smells like Doritos and rum. (Foggy finds it in there when he’s cleaning up Matt’s apartment after--well, after. He has to stop for the day.)

#nelson and murdock: feelings at law #SORRY FOR THAT LAST ONE #essie007 #answered asks

[babyi]

It's called a cape or cutting cape, when you go for a haircut/trim at a barber or hairdresser they put that over their clients so that the hair does not fall all over their clothes. It's not a trashbag.

they were making a joke about her 2016 style

#Anonymous #asks

[earths-ends]

I know I’ve leveled up in life in some way if I’m legitimately considering a haircut that would enable me to do the trashbag bun look......... Who Am I

check it out: https://www.pinterest.com/mirandaweathers/short-hair-dont-care/

[stephhannes]

snow white and the seven regrets

2014.

two weeks before halloween, i found myself in the throes of midterms, battling an intense bout of stress. in this stress, i gave myself a little haircut. i refer to this as the “Bad Haircut Fiasco of 2k14.” i cut off an exorbitant amount of my hair, leaving a very short bob. the only way to cover a bad haircut is to either pay money and go to a stylist to fix it, or dye it black to cover up your shame. i was a poor college student, so i chose black dye shame.

when it came time to decide which slutty costume i was going to wear for my first college halloween, it was obvious. my haircut screamed “snow white.” albeit, less like a disney princess and more like a disney trashbag, but snow white none the less.

i took my bob to the nearest thrift store and searched for a costume, and somewhere between slutty dorothy and slutty ladybug i found it… slutty snow white. when i took the costume to the front to buy it, my card got declined three times and i had to scrounge up cash to purchase it. but that was worth it.

on halloween, i put on fake lashes. i put on two push-up bras. i put on some white stockings. i put on the snow white dress. i looked surprisingly incredible. i posted a thirst-trap snap on my snapchat story, and somehow i trapped someone with it. i got a text from nathan, who i hadn’t talked to in over a year at that point- “wow. if snow white had looked like that when i saw the movie, maybe i would have liked it more.” that night i kept aggressively drunk texting him like my life depended on it.

after getting dressed, i walked one mile to my friends’ apartment. of course, i walked along the drag and got yelled at the entire time by frat dudes driving by on their ruckus’ but that’s to be expected even if i’m looking like a total scrub. so many nice girls complimented my costume along that walk, telling me i looked exactly like a disney princess.

i finally arrived to my friend’s apartment. and we all embarked on a journey to a frat party. slutty snow white, slutty hermione and slutty marie antoinette all trekked to zeta psi. as soon as i arrived, i was mad because i hadn’t gotten a text back in a decent amount of time, so i chugged 5 cups of jungle juice and immediately blacked out at the party. i don’t remember much of the party after that.

we walked back to my friend’s apartment, and immediately i felt it. i had to throw up all of the jungle juice. i was too drunk to throw up into a toilet, so i leaned my head over my friend’s bath tub, and eventually she came in and was like “what the fuck throw up into the toilet that’s so much easier to clean” and i was like oh shit of course, you’re right. so i moved one foot over and dunked my head in a toilet. all my friends took selfies around my vomiting body.

shortly after that, my friend had a gentleman caller arriving, so she kicked me out of her bathroom. she laid me out on the living room rug, all of my items placed around me like an offering to a very drunk goddess. every time i heard my phone bing from across the room, my friends assured me that the texts were coming from another one of my friends, just to save me from drunk texting nathan and making a fool of myself. i eventually passed out.

the next morning, i awoke, costume still on. one eyelash still on. puke on the costume. regret running through my body. i was too hungover to walk the one mile back home, so i had to take the bus.

there is literally nothing more shameful than riding a bus, the day after halloween, in your puke-stained costume, with one eyelash on. please try to describe something more shameful than that.

i immediately fell asleep when i got back home.

three years later i wore that same costume to zeta psi one last time. except this time i was older and wiser. i drank keystone instead of jungle juice, and when the cops got called on the party i was old enough to stay and casually drink my beer while all the freshmen scattered very quickly. there was still a little puke on that old costume, but at least she’d learned her lesson.

[lansizhuis]

LQR daddy but instead of his usual hairstyle he wears that haircut that used to be popular some time ago,,, y'know, the one with the sides shaved off and a little bun that looks like a trashbag? Magnificent beard daddy.

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