#don't do compulsion no matter how scared you feel of not doing it. don't hold on to items you don't actually need bc you're afraid you might

[accidentally-in-fictional-love]

🤔🕸️🍭 please

Honey and Syrup - Sweet Bob Taylor Headcanons

Warnings: Too much sweetness to handle (I hope!) 🥰

Notes: This boy needs more love and the movie should've shown him more it's criminal- anyway these ended up being a bit romantic-coded and readery at times so I hope that's okay, thanks so much for the request 💗💗💗

despite growing up tasting poison on his tongue all his life, kissing him tastes like honey and syrup, something he doesn't understand

his touches are gentle, careful, afraid to hurt the way he was even though he could never hurt a fly

he loves rubbing his thumb over wherever his hand is resting on you, or combing his fingers lightly through your hair, the movements keeping them and his brain busy from things that might upset him and focusing on what matters to him

if you're close enough he can never help but let his lips brush over whichever part of you is closest, not to kiss but to just feel you there and get a taste of the calmness you radiate

he always asks permission before doing anything even if it's just sharing space on the couch, although if it's something he does enough times it starts to come more naturally

he commits everything he likes to memory, and although sometimes it gets a little lost when his anxiety starts to flare up he'll just shut his eyes and find his way back again until he calms down

this includes info about you, like how you like your tea and what your favourite movie is, which he bought the last time he was out so you could watch together when you visit

he enjoys the moments when his compulsion fades away, when the need to just hold a pencil in his hand or trace shapes on his leg is enough to stop him from adding more to the walls

he finds comfort in routine, something familiar he can do without thinking, and having someone there with him to help never fails to bring a smile to his face

he's afraid of cuddling at first, not wanting to be clingy and scare you away, but after a while he opens up more, wraps his arms around you and holds you tight until he feels safe

he feels safest in your arms though, his hand always finding your own and lacing your fingers together to let him know you're still there

he's used to flavourless things, buying whatever protein-filled thing is cheapest to stockpile because it's easy and cooking can become too much for him, so getting to steal your snacks becomes a guilty pleasure (you don't mind but he's always convinced he shouldn't be eating this much sugar before dinner)

he doesn't enjoy being outside unless he has to be, but a trip to the lake far away from town where the water is just warm enough to swim and the air is filled with the scents of the surrounding food trucks and the salty air of the beach makes him realize that maybe it isn't so bad, but that could also be because you're there to make sure he knows how it feels to live, not just exist

when he's at his most content he can't help but smile to himself over nothing, hands still for once as he gets a moment of reprieve from his past

shopping with him for things to fill his apartment with is almost a hassle, he can talk himself out of anything that doesn't aid the public illusion that He's Okay and Functional, but after he impulse buys a mug that makes him think of you he starts to get it, just a little bit

he's thankful every day that you don't have a problem with his mazes or his compulsion, even when he's at his worst and he draws until his fingers are darkly stained with smudged ink he can't help but thank you for not getting mad, for patiently letting him finish

he doesn't have his own taste in music, preferring to listen to whatever you recommend to him because it reminds him of you while everything else can always loop around to something unpleasant in his brain

he loves the slow songs the most, the ones that sing about love and how they all seem to perfectly describe how he feels about you, but the fast ones that get you both to hold hands and dance around the room are a lot of fun too, you're the only one who can get him to dance and enjoy himself freely

buying and sleeping in a proper bed makes him feel small for the first few nights, like he doesn't fill the space despite his size, but having you next to him and getting to smell your presence left behind on your pillow and in the blankets makes it feel more like home

he thinks that you might be the reason why his mouth stops tasting like poison and more like honey and syrup as he cups your cheek and kisses you, savouring the way your smile spreads to his own lips along with your sweetly flavoured chapstick

#Ray's Headcanons #Ray's Requests #david dastmalchian #Bob Taylor #Bob Taylor x reader #I JUST posted the last one I'm on cloud 9 rn ohmygosh #I tried to keep it all about him but I wasn't strong enough okay I'm listening to a love song this time to set the mood and it's too sweet

[intergalacticaquarium]

more terrible no good headcanons for eddie disaster dreamboat munson

I said that if anybody made him too cool I'd have to add more and that's exactly what I'm gonna do babes because I had to scroll for way to long to find him making spagetti-os

(posting again bc it wasn't showing in the tag)

(first post)

-genuinely doesn't know what those stains are. Didn't even know it was stained bc he's had the same fitted sheet on it with one corner tugged off for 8 months and forgot about them since last time

-throws away Tupperware if the stuff in it is too gross

-he's pretty sure that green sour candy counts as a vegetable so he does eat at least 3 a day.

-just. Doesn't ever throw things away. Stupid shit like the backs of band aids and paper straw wrappers and napkins and hooooo boy this has turned into a callout post about myself

-sometimes horseflies fly into his hair and get stuck and he can hear them buzzing around and doesn't necessarily so anything about it right away until it stops

-no room for legs in the front seat of his car that space is reserved for old fast food bags

-buys new underwear instead of doing laundry

-hey why do I keep writing genuinely embarrassing things that I literally do irl. Is this really worth putting myself and the 4 huge bags of laundry I have in my tiny car and all my band aid wrappers on blast. Next I'm gonna write that every surface in eddies house is covered in stacks of hobbies and papers that feel like a goddamn archeological dig every time I clean

-psych he does that too

- ok things that I don't also do so that I don't start having a crisis that makes me a tidier person:

-feeds a family of raccoons that live in an abandoned hunting cabin in the woods

-one time he let one live in his closet for a bit and hoped Wayne wouldn't notice (this may explain some of the stains)

-this boy spills. Everything. He's a hand talker and it doesn't matter if he's holding something.

-the hand talking is also terrifying when in a car he is driving

-never drinks water ever and it stresses ppl out

-every single time he sees somebody he knows in public he will try and sneak up on them to scare them

-wears shoes inside bc he broke glass on the carpet months ago and he doesn't want to vacuum.

-the only place he has to actually sit and do anything I his room is his bed because everything else is covered in stuff

-everything is covered in stuff but every drawer he has is empty

-theres one category of things he owns that is organized absolutely meticulously and idk what it is but he's very proud of it and when he says he's "cleaning his room" it means organizing like band tees alphabetically or sorting minifig painting supplies and everything else stays trashed

-it's a perm and he did it himself in his bathroom 100%

-hair dye stains all over the bathroom from an ill advised look a while back. and maybe a few more times

-doesnt have a compulsive habit to bite his nails he does it bc he can never find the damn fingernail clippers

-notes and doodles. All over his arms

- yknow how when u were in school by the last day you'd have like one pencil and nothing else and u kept a hold of it bc you couldn't find any others?

- eddies been at that point since about half way thru his first senior year. He has one pencil and it is a stub (it is a d.a.r.e. pencil and he does find it funny) with no eraser and it's not sharp and it had a million bite marks on it

-has little stoner burn holes in all his clothes all his sheets his matress his sheets and the seats on his car bc he needs to be more careful and is gonna end up starting a fire someday

-wait that last one was a me thing

-maybe this is how I can embrace my flaws. make eddie do em too. it's cute when he's disgusting

-I no longer have improve myself at all

-puts random food in his pockets for later even though it will get linty. Gonna go ahead and say that I don't do this.

-isn't actually that good at guitar it turns out

-I gotta stop myself now because I know they'll just keep comin but add any you can think of or dm me because every time he gets worse he gets more of my love so like 2 give him a hug reblog 2 spray him with a hose

#eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #my writing #eddie munson #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie tag

[idees-noires-du-coeur]

buying new shit 💀🖤

the littles have been wanting and buying a bunch of toys and shit

this goes against everything we've ever been taught or tried to live by

and right now we are sitting here cozy and wrapped up, holding some of the lalaloopsy dolls & with plushies scattered around, in our apartment and safe and cozy. but that doesn't feel real to me. that isn't real. i can't connect to that or like, believe in it or trust it. i am wrapped up in the core of us, in this darkness. far away from the outside that is so fleeting and evanescent and liable to change and death. the darkness is stable. the pain is stable

my impetus is to destroy, to align myself with the destructive principle of the universe and to believe in that. when they are smiling, when they are happy, i undercut that. to make them safe. and not disappointed. because happiness and good things are fragile and they will always be destroyed.

idk im just threatened by all of this. they're going against the Rules. about money and about greed and about priorities and about gratefulness and about New Things

you aren't supposed to have a glut of so many new things. it will prevent you from loving them. it means you're greedy. you can't slow down and appreciate them. not that i care about appreciating anything. i want us to have nothing. and this is the opposite of nothing. it's more and more until it's not even comfortable.

nothing or everything. we don't understand a synthesised way.

it's bad it's this itchy feeling. either to stop getting new things or to get more and more. it's the same feeling. but i don't understand.

well that ^^^ is how i make the littles feel anyway. and shallow and greedy and ashamed, and afraid to look straight at what we are doing and admit it because it has to be Bad. and we will be punished for it, and we won't live to our fullest. and then this coating of Bad gets attached to all our toys and beloved objects. and then they're kind of ruined.

i would never be happy though. it doesn't matter what they do, i wouldn't be happy. even if they only had one toy. then there would be the question of making accessories and such. also of clothes. or crafting supplies. or some other object. or food. that's what happened last time. we applied this restricting framework of pleasure to toys, and then fandoms, videos and entertainment, and then to caffeine and sugar, and then to food and laughter/lightheartedness over frivolous things, as the last pleasures we had left. and we were starving and we felt guilty for laughing

i know it's bad. and i want out. or i want peace. but i can't. i look at the world and what i see is consumption and destruction and compulsion and fear and corruption and threat if i was to try to be happy about any of these new things, or to hug one of our dolls or plushies, i would feel sick. i am betraying my principles

i don't see why we have to do this. it hurts. why do we have to buy {i hate that word} {it means risk and decision and scarcity and overwhelm and greed} so many dolls and toys and spend so much money and go from one to the next. we want to and we are following the desire but the desire hurts. every time when we wanna do something and are scared and then do it it hurts. and it's easy for ava to take over and it to turn into a compulsion and then it hurts more. and if we would just not desire anything, then we couldn't have those compulsions and regrets.... if we would just be logical about it and just..

there's no way to exist that way. existence is pain. moiraine embraces and desires the pain.... and i want just nonexistence

the alternative hurts too much. and also i can't.

#hamlet 2b #moiraine 2b #tw ed #tw sui ideation

[gothsic]

( i adore your oc. it is so hard for me to find oc's that keep me hooked on their backstory but you did??? just that. it seems like you've got everything under control. and you actually don't fuck around when you say you make your muse 'horror based.' a lot of people do that but then sugarcoat their muse for whatever reason. i extremely appreciate that you don't hold back. gotta be honest, annie is my fave of the secondaries. and jonathan? a fucking mood. )

so we talked a lot in private about this so maybe it’s kinda overkill to post this... but i wanted to answer this anyway because… wow. you have no idea how you just completely made my night when you sent this in.

i don’t think i’ve mentioned this publicly, but i was really scared to bring jo to tumblr on account of how disgusting some of the stuff he’s done was. not to mention the fact that he is a personal character for me, one that’s been, honestly, in the making since i was pretty young. he’s also the oldest original character i’ve ever made ( in terms of age, not when i first thought him up ). i always wanted him to be an asshole, but the kind of asshole that you can’t quite put your finger on. he’s a walking contradiction if you get to know him, and that confusing and disconcerting feeling is what i really wanted to capture here. 

it’s undeniable that he’s pretty terrible, and i think that needs to be emphasized no matter what the context. he can be rude and laugh at other’s expense, but that’s just who he is - or the beginning of his persona. he’s problematic, terrible, but uncomfortably enough i’d like to think he has positives to his personality that make him not purely a scumbag. it’s disturbing - at least to me - when you realize that someone who can be so horrible can be so kind and open to others. but that’s just part of their game.

and that’s jo. that’s his entire m.o. i really think he feels so entitled at the end of the day, and i hope that horribleness really comes out. he will be unconditionally kind to children and animals, that much is for certain, but his compulsion to be liked ( and ultimately loved ) is what drives him above all. never misunderstand that at his core, he’s rotten. he will always be rotten as long as he fails to see that he is - and this is key - a bad person who does good things.

i am so glad that you took the time to send this in to me because it means that to some degree, this theme / concept is interesting enough to others here. it means that despite my fears, there are quite a lot of people that are enjoying him. he’s a character who i really don’t want to censor, and i’m glad i won’t have to! so thank you so much - you are amazing!

#toooldforgermany #IS IT MARIE? UNFORTUNATELY I COULDN'T TELL YOU. - MUN. #THAT DOODLE MAY LEAD TO SOMETHING BETTER SOMEDAY. - SAVED. #( i am... beyond flattered ) #( just so you know )