I Cant Decide Which One I Like Better!

I can’t decide which one I like better!

QUEEN CHARLOTTE & KING GEORGE

Fiction tropes I accidentally put Doe in, but also not surprised about

I will love you in all my madness, and in all my fragile moments of sanity. I will love you from the cracks of my brain, and so wholly from the heart you healed.

Thinking of a Doe x Ghost wedding and now I can’t decide if I want her to wear a more Romani dress, Hindi one, or a Balinese one since she is part Balinese and has Hindi relatives on her mother’s side

Either way, Ghost is gonna be in awe with her dress

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