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bonnie bennett hobbies headcanon

@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!

Bonnie’s shoulders slouched noticeably as she stepped out of the dance room to get some water. This was her third class of the day and she was, for a lack of better words, pooped. The moment she was released from the prison they call school, she had to speed to the dance company right outside of town to start her three classes of the evening. 

It was Tuesday, so her first class was tap, which always tired her out completely so that the rest of her classes were a nuisance to be in. Never choose tap first, kids. 

Then she had modern, which she loved to watch but didn’t love to be in. The shapes they made with their bodies were far too embarrassing for her to do. And at the end of the class the teacher always made them improvise with moves they learned and it was extremely awkward. Nobody wanted to be the only one really going for it. But Bonnie liked to do modern dance at home when she was alone, and sometimes she did it with Grams.

The class that she was in currently, and her most favorite, was ballet. There was something wonderful about ballet. Every move was graceful and had a meaning, it was like everybody was telling their own separate story when they danced it. But it was still uniform. She didn’t have to rely on herself to make the moves like in modern, she could just go with the crowd.

Caroline and Elena used to dance with her, but both of them gave up almost immediately. Caroline detested dance because she wasn’t good at it. She didn’t need another thing in her life that she wasn’t good at. Bonnie understood. 

And Elena was always more of an inside girl. Her hobbies included crying and writing in her journal. Dance just wasn’t for her.

So Bonnie was left alone.

That was okay, though. It was better not to have any friends in class. Less distractions.

She took a swig of her ice cold water.

Ms. Maria, the ballet teacher, called the girls back into the room to continue dancing. Bonnie straightened her shoulders as she glided back into the room.

Shelby and Sarah, two girls who were in class with her, were whispering and giggling about something.

Bonnie turned her attention to the teacher.

For the rest of class they practiced their waltzing. Madam Maria said that every move in ballet has to have purpose. You have to turn every walk into a waltz.

When class was over and Bonnie was sweaty and tired, she let out a deep sigh. She was going to have to walk home. Grams’ house was only fifteen minutes away, but she had just worn herself out so this wouldn’t be pleasant.

Suck it up, buttercup, she encouraged herself.

After taking another sip of water, putting her normal clothes on and waving goodbye to her teachers and friends, Bonnie stepped out of the studio. 

The cold January air bit at her face and exposed hands. She walked through the parking lot quickly, but stopped in her tracks when she heard someone calling her name.

“Over here, baby!” Grams hollered.

Bonnie‘s face lit up like a Christmas tree. She turned and beamed when she saw her grandmother standing on the other side of the parking lot. Grams was decked in winter clothes - she had to have been wearing at least three jackets. Bennett’s get cold easily.

Bonnie zoomed over to Grams and jumped into her warm arms. They embraced for a few more seconds before Bonnie reluctantly let go. But she still clung to her grandmother's hand.

“You sure are happy to see me.” Grams remarked with an affectionate smirk.

“I am.” Bonnie agreed.

They walked the way back to Grams’ house and ended the night watching Gilmore Girls and baking cookies.

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

But each time I tell myself that I Well I can't stand the pain But when you hold me in your arms I'll sing it once again

[freddie-s-flower-jacket]

Janis

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Bunny Bomb's Killjoy logo

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Parkway Drive - Wishing Wells

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

The devil and God have died inside me

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Before Bed Hcs pt 2

(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.

Henry likes guitar but cant keep a rhythm to save his life.

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