When I Say Elvira Is Doe Coded, This Is What I Mean

When I say Elvira is Doe coded, this is what I mean

Thinking about how after Doe’s father was finally arrested and put into maximum security until his trial, Doe and her siblings lived with their uncle once he got custody of them

Their uncle had them move to where he was living for the time being (that being Manchester), and the triplet’s first month of their new secondary school (my American ass almost said high school lol) was so rocky they were getting the blunt end of the bullying until Doe stepped up to protect her siblings once more

AND one of those days, Doe was almost ready to fight one of the bullies when one of the older student bystanders made them back off and defended Doe as he stared them down until they left

Said bystander checked to see if Doe and her siblings were okay before going back to get his little brother. She asked him, “Can you at least gimme your name?” The boy looked back at Doe asking, “Why?”

“Just wanna thank you for that,” she would say to him, making the older boy smile a little

“Simon Riley.”

Fuck it, I had to

(Shane x Farmer ficlet inspired by Any Other Name by Thomas Newman from American Beauty)

The aching in her heart as he shouted those words only grew as the words were simply lost in her.

Zoey knew he was not the most perfect boyfriend, but damn her if she still saw him as someone who truly cared for the people around him. She would know that just by personal experience herself.

But, Yoba, why did it still hurt?

A metallic hand raised hesitantly, no words still spoken from her, as the tears welled in her eyes, clouding her vision the longer he stared at his huffing and crying form.

“Nothing!? Yeah! Th-That’s exactly what I thought! N—Nothing you could ever say can make me- *hhh*- make me believe someone- *hh* *hhh* -someone as good- a-and sweet as you are could ever love a fuck up like me!” Shane continued unable to control the tears and raw emotions coming from him.

It was killing her inside that he was saying all this— and yet there was not one ounce of alcohol in his breath. It was just one of the many ugly sides of depression he had been dealing with for so long.

“And ya know what!? I could give less of a shit- *hhh* -i-if you really do end up leavin’ me like any other rational person in my life! Y-You don’t *hhh *hh*- You don’t need someone as fucked as I am!” he continued on. “Push me aside! Leave me out like trash! Forget about me! I don’t care what you do! Just—“

A metal hand cupped his face ever so tenderly, thumb brushing away heavy tears rolling down his face.

Zoey had him look her in the eye as she got him to calm down for only a moment before the words she wanted to say finally came out.

“… Chi mi thu, a ghràidh,” she whispered sweetly. “Chi mi sibh uile… An’ I would nae ‘ave wanted tha’, either way.”

Hearing his girlfriend speak Gaelic after realizing what she said just broke him.

She cared not for his past, not for his demons, but for him. She wanted him to get better. She knew what a shitty person he was, and yet here she was still by his side.

Because she truly did love him.

It broke him.

It broke him, and he didn’t want to let go of her now; even as he held her tightly bawling into her shoulder. Her words only made him regain that sense of comfort he had long forgotten, that calming effect that eventually grounded him once more.

There was hope for him; he needed to be the one to take charge of himself and be the better person for himself.

have a little of Shane angst bc I need a way to express negative feelings and there's nothing better than to draw a drunk and chicken obsessed man from a farming game suffering a bit

Val seeing her husband down to his undeewear bringing out fresh batch of cookies:

"Hey guys, I made some cookies for dessert. I hope you like the blumfruit ones, it's a new recipe :)".

Savage hasn't even sat down to eat! He's been cooking all evening and he just brought a batch of tasty cookies! Now, the kitchen can become really warm after using the oven nonstop, and clothes tend to become... rather bothersome.

One would think that Maul, a chest displaying connoisseur wouldn't even bat an eye at the sight of his shirtless brother, but the truth is, up until now he had only seen him wearing his armor! "Where the kriff did his clothes go?", he thinks to himself. Feral, on the other hand is quite familiar with this kind of situation and doesn't even notice. "Thank you for the great meal, Savage ♥" he says politely. He's one lucky zabrak :).

Now, here's the thing. . . . Here's how he actually showed up 🥴 🥴 

go ahead, shame me!! the mischief is done >:)!! Sorry for the lazy backgrounds, I'm kinda dead after working on this, for several reasons.

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Imagine walking into JojaMart and seeing this

Me: Why I haven’t I grown anywhere as an artist?

Also me:

Retail day job

Unable to have flexible schedule

Still living with parents

Constantly busy with said parents

Also constantly doing other things for them

No privacy from them

Unable to have down time at home

Too exhausted to do any more artwork

ADHD

Adulting with multiple things

Rejection sensitive dysphoria

Comparing my own art to other’s even tho I know better but some times can’t help it

Me: Tis a mystery 🥲