#Jesus Dolls

[loudlylovingreview]

Jim Daniels: Ghost Guns

beside the grazing lambsthe wolves already stand, eyes fixed and starry— Ingeborg Bachmann.Everyone’s so spiked with ragethey’re shoving God out of the way.Sit this one out, Jesus, they’re saying—this one isn’t going in the next Bible.Plush Jesus dolls scatteredon the picked-over discount table at the dollar store, headedfor the dumpster. Nobody even winking at Jesus on their waypast, like they…

[dollykiller]

[ladyystardusst]

[coutureachrive]

[ddwhaleshark]

Since I got a couple peeps ask about the Reverse AU here is some more info !

This lil drawing shows who gets switched up with who!

This au started when I just thought of Uzi getting switched with N, the visual of murder drone Uzi just didn't get out of my head but then the ball kept rolling ! V witches with Thad while Lizzy switches with J. Ofc i had to think of CYN then and well Doll was still on the table :]

The idea of Lizzy fighting alongside Doll just really stuck so here we are!

what about the other characters ? like Uzi's mom etc? .. idk yet :'] brain smoll

[crochet-the-ninth]

merry christmas from your lesbian jesuses

[megamozartx]

*throws this sprite edit at you*

Don't think too hard about it I know it looks janky, okay!!

[shiftythrifting]

The white Jesus (“Wesus”) doll is in a waist-height wooden and plastic shrine that has casters on the bottom. The tag says “as-is $50.” Can’t tell if it’s a Catholic thing or not.

Exactly one person whose name appears on this violin comes up on google—a folk fiddle player. Almost bought it to get the bow and shoulder rest for my fiddle, but someone who knows who these people are will surely like it more than me. The bridge was gonna break soon anyways.

Bass recorder.

From various thrift and flea markets in MS.

[silkenbabydoll]

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ⋅ᡣ𐭩 ་༘࿐

[222cunty]

[r0seb100d]

hi!! Could you do a Dallas winston x reader fic where Dallas had a bad day and/ or just isn't doing the best mentally and the reader has to comfort him?

Hii! Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy <3 🤍

Warnings: fem!reader, slightly ooc Dallas.

You don't ever have to be stronger than you really are

When you're lying in my arms

Glancing down at her watch, y/n noted that Dallas was now forty minutes late for the date he had promised her just the night before. She stood at her bedroom window, peeking through the blinds, hoping to see him pull up in Buck’s car with a damn good reason for making her sit around for him all dressed up with her hair and makeup done perfectly, which happened to be a rare occurrence, and she’d be pissed if it all went to waste. 

Dallas was supposed to have picked her up at twelve and driven her down to the dingo to get lunch and then head to the cinema to see the movie they had bought tickets for.

It was now far too late to go get food, so even if he deigned to show up now, they would have to rush to make it on time for the movie. The whole situation irritated her deeply. Not even a call to say he was late or that something unexpected had come up. Nothing. Y/n felt pathetic as she stared blankly at her walls, deciding enough was enough. 

Perhaps Dallas had gotten it mixed up and was waiting to meet her there? No, that was ridiculous; he knew she didn’t drive, and it would be a good thirty-minute walk from her house. He had never once stooped that low; in fact, he always insisted on driving her everywhere. Buck’s cursing meant nothing to him; Dallas enjoyed driving her around, and he hoped to one day save up enough to buy his own car so they could drive wherever and whenever together.

Slipping on her red kitten heels, y/n stormed down the stairs, anger fueling each determined step.

She twisted the keys harshly in the lock and marched her way over to the roadhouse, not caring how she looked to others. Suddenly, a twisted thought burrowed its way into her mind, infecting her with a deep feeling of dread. What if he was simply sick of her? Maybe he was cheating. After all, what else could he be so preoccupied with at the moment? Y/n tried to calm herself down; she was working herself up over nothing. Dallas had never once given her any reason to believe those thoughts; they were simply insecurities taking over. 

She held her breath as she stepped into the bar, heading straight upstairs. Her heart was hammering in her chest. Despite knowing better, those horrible thoughts still lingered, leaving a burning, hollow pit in her stomach. 

Knocking once at his door, she stood helplessly in front of his room, clutching the straps of her purse for dear life. When there was no response, she knocked again. Still nothing. 

She was about to give up when she heard shuffling sounds coming from inside, so she knocked once more.

“Fuck off man. I already told ya I’m not in the mood for cards right now.”

So he was there after all. Talking about playing cards with some randos when he had left her to wait like that

“Dallas?” 

Her voice was stone cold, not giving away any of her emotions; she refused to let him have that control. 

He remained silent, and this infuriated her.

“I’m coming in whether you like it or not.”

Turning the handle, y/n pushed the door open and stepped inside only to be met with a heavy cloud of cigarette smoke filling her lungs.

She waved her arms around and covered her mouth, coughing as the smoke filled her lungs.

“What the hell is going on in here?”

Most of the smoke had diffused into the corridor, and y/n was able to get a better look at the room.

Countless beer cans and whiskey bottles were scattered all over the floor, a danger hazard for anyone trying to safely walk in there, and the room was messier than it ever had been.

Then there was Dallas, sitting shirtless on his bed with a cigarette hanging limply between his lips, with a faraway drunken look on his face.

He glanced over at her, taking in her doll-like appearance, and mentally punched himself for being such an asshole.

“Shit, doll, I’m so sorry; I completely forgot. I lost track of time, and I—”

His words were slurred, and her nose was scrunched up, not from disgust but from unease. This was the last thing she had expected, to walk in here and find him looking so… defeated.

“What? So you’ve just been drinking in here all day? I’ve been waiting for you, but clearly you’re busy, so call me when you actually make an effort to remember our plans.” 

Y/n had already begun to turn and leave, but she heard Dallas release an unsteady breath.

She immediately spun around and looked at him properly for the first time today and felt all her anger dissipate as she noticed something. He was crying. He had been crying.

She took slow, cautious steps, like approaching a feral animal, and sat carefully at the foot of his bed.

“Dal? What’s wrong?”

She had never seen him like this. Furious? Sure. But never this sad.

“The fuck is wrong with me?” 

He rubbed his face with agitation and avoided making eye contact with her. He felt so vulnerable and weak; it was embarrassing.

“Hey.” Her voice was soft. “Nothing is wrong with you. What happened? 

She dropped her bag on the floor and crawled over to him, still keeping a slight distance in case he wanted some space. When he didn’t back away, she pulled his head onto her chest and stroked his hair with one hand, wiping his tears with the other.

Dallas wrapped his big arms around her middle, silent tears staining her shirt.

“I don’t know; I’ve just been feeling like shit, think the alcohol made it worse.” 

He let out a dry chuckle.

“It’s okay, just relax; when you want to talk, I’ll be right here.”

She continued grazing her nails soothingly over his scalp, hoping to relieve some of his tension.

“Just, call me next time, okay?” 

“Yeah, I’m sorry bout that; I know we paid for those, and you were lookin’ forward to goin’ out.”

She immediately sat up, turning his face to meet hers.

“Dal, that’s not what I meant at all. I don’t give a damn about tickets or money. I care about you. If you’re sitting up here feeling like shit, I want to know, even if you just call to tell me you need the afternoon to get better, okay? I don’t want to be getting all annoyed for nothing, especially when you don’t deserve it. You’ve been so good to me, and being upset doesn’t make you weak; don’t hide. 

He gazed up at her with a look so soft it was almost unreal.

“I love you doll.”

“I love you too.”

When he didn’t rest his head back against her chest and lay somewhat awkwardly, she let out a playful huff, laughing.

“Oh come here and quit being a stubborn ass.”

Dallas could only laugh back, feeling happy for the first time this afternoon.

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[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

𝔎𝔢𝔫: ℭ𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔬 𝔄𝔩𝔭𝔥𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔢 𝔡𝔢 𝔏𝔦𝔤𝔲𝔬𝔯𝔦 (𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔚𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔍𝔢𝔰𝔲𝔰) 𝔟𝔶 𝔓𝔬𝔬𝔩 & 𝔐𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔞𝔫𝔢𝔩𝔞 · 𝔳𝔦𝔞 𝔊𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔯𝔶 Յօ 𝔖𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔥

[dollykiller]

Screwed up, scared, doing anything that I needed shining like a fiery beacon༺♰༻༺♰༻

[ladyystardusst]

[psalmsofpsychosis]

This is what a point blank shot to the head at 6.30AM feels like by the way

[heavenswaif]

ave maria