#bonnie crv

[crushedsweets]

Apple of my eye;🍎 Bonnibel Hayes, Farnbury's resident granddaughter

childhood, present day, innerworkings, appearance, & artwork

NOTHING BUT THE REPLAY; Childhood

♡ Bonnibel Hayes was born and raised in San Francisco, California. Every summer, she was sent to visit her grandparent's apple orchard in Farnbury, Alabama

♡ But Bonnie is haunted. Literally and metaphorically. The orchard skirted around that mysterious forest. Being the only child nearby, the ghosts of the forest clung to her throughout her adolescence

♡ Some ghosts were sweet to her. Singing lullabies and swiftly closing her windows on cold nights. But most were cruel, having been victims to that thing residing in the woods. Some nights, she'd wake up to a mangled corpse looming over her and an intense pressure against her throat. She began to deteriorate.

♡ Only days after her 10th birthday, Bonnie had been several nights without sleep and days without food. The ghosts that wrecked her body urged her to the forest

♡ Grabbing her papa's trusty hunting rifle, that sick little girl stumbled into the forest. She swung the gun around, screaming and begging to be relieved of these ghosts, until she was silenced by a woman as ill as herself

♡ Bonnibel's cries couldn't compare to her wails. Not even when the slender-sick woman charged at the little girl, tackling her to the ground and blasting obscenities. Bonnie couldn't beat her screams

♡ What was Bonnie expected to do? Thrown to the floor like that, gun in arms and barrel pressed into the woman's gut? Frail fingers reached for the trigger, and...

♡ Bonnibel found herself at a water pump that night. Rusty and red, she put her whole weight just to fill that bucket of icy water and dump it over herself. Scrubbed at her white dress, stained with guilt and sin. Picked the dry blood beneath her nails and prayed it would all melt away

♡ Not even a week later, Bonnie was on a flight back home. She didn't return to Farnbury for five years

♡ She didn't seem to get it. Five years later, she went back into that forest and put her friends at risk

WASTE OF A GIRL; Present day

♡ Bonnie's aunt, and grandparents main caretaker, went missing in October 2007. Consequently, in January 2008, Bonnie moved to help around the orchard and her aunt's "Apple Antiques" shop

♡ She starts as the only employee, working from 9:30-4pm Monday-Thursday

♡ The ghosts still follow her around, but after a long absence, they don't harass her so much. But long, bony fingers still linger down her spine

♡ She didn't get involved with that damn investigation until she realized all of these people were experiencing the same things as her. Maybe in different ways, but the relief she felt knowing that maybe, just maybe, they can get rid of their problems together

♡ She gets almost pushy about it. She'll send texts, ask to hang out, constantly bring the monster up. It's not until a month or so goes by and she realizes she just likes to be around this crowd

♡ Bonnie melts into Summer. Basks in the sunlight and adores the new friends she made. Things are starting to get better, and this is the first Summer in a long time that she thinks it's going to be okay

♡ She couldn't imagine anything going wrong, not when all her friends want to get better, too

LEAVING ALL THE LIGHTS ON; Innerworkings

♡ Bonnibel's nice, to put it simply

♡ Catch her in the right group, and she's bubbly beyond belief - filled with giggles and shakes and joy

♡ By choice, she is an optimist full of life. Against her will, she's usually in a bit of a daze. Her nerves run wild and awkwardness infects her. It's like she's in a trance. Hypnotized and wondering what to do next

♡ Bonnie is rotting from the inside out with guilt.

♡ She's stubborn and often frustrated, but any form of consequence has her quietly subsiding. She'll complain to her grandma, though

♡ She's regrettably Type-A, with a longing to be Type-B. She tries to practice patience, relaxation, and flexibility, but her ambition, anxiety, and stress-levels make it difficult

♡ Bonnie feels like awful things are an inherent part of her being. Bad luck and ghosts have rooted themselves inside of her, but the second she catches a sliver of light, she clings to it

♡ Bonnibel loves life. She loves joy, and friendship, and green grass, and blue skies, and warm brownies, and soft cats, and antique furniture, and vintage clothes, and smile lines, and all things good

♡ She just wants to enjoy everything. If an opportunity presents itself, she's chasing it

♡ Right now, that opportunity is this strange group

SICK OF ALL THE NOTHING ON YOUR FACE; Appearance

♡ Bonnibel stands at 5'1. Her shoulders are pushed back, but her chin is brought down. She poorly feigns confidence with her posture, until you notice anxious fingers picking at the hem of her clothes

♡ Bright, ginger waves cascade to the small of her back. Bangs awkwardly frame her round face and do nothing to hide foggy, blue stares

♡ Her skin is almost translucent and ghostly, with visible veins wrapping all along her body. She's spotted with freckles and brown moles. Her digits are always blushed and icy

♡ Voice like sugar. Grainy, but sweet. She's excitable and stammers her sentences out

♡ She's usually dressed in neutrals. Browns, whites, blacks & denim, lace, and leather. Baggy jackets and flannels, miniskirts and crop tops, boots and nylons.

THE EXTENT OF ALL MY WORTHLESS RAGE; artwork

[koifly]

I love other people's OCs so much bro, absolutely LOVE drawing them

@crushedsweets , @authormeat , @necroixe , @necroromantics , @deepsix-art , @clockeyedtoy

[necroixe]

late bday gift for @crushedsweets !!!

ft. the calico girls 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

nico’s mine, dia belongs to @diasartstuff, bonnie belongs to @crushedsweets

non-photo version under the cut!

[deepsix-art]

totally my character guys. heh. heh....

unrelated hi @crushedsweets ig

[creepedverse]

GET OFF MY LAWN

[dia-draws]

Art trade with @crushedsweets her oc and her fav Kate!

No light version under cut

[stephaniebrownslover]

Zoo AU With @creepedverse OC's-[I/?]!!!

Characters belongs to;

Bonnie // @crushedsweets

Dia // @diasartstuff

This may be a joke or may be not. We'll see.

Bonnie

➤A deer

She would be the favorite animal of Zoo's owner.

Because she saved him from a ghost attack on a dangerous road and that's when he decided to take her to his Zoo.

She's also the favorite of visiters. Everyone but children.

No, children bully her so hard that even the staff had to stop them before they would cause harm.

She's pretty chill and calm but she misses her old home where she could wander around freely.

They take care of Bonnie pretty well since she's a favorite one and she almost never attacks.

Other animals would attack her because of deers being a perfect hunt, that's why they try to check her first in a Zoo riot.

But especially that one wolf tries to hurt her, they had to cast him out before it could attack Bonnie.

Dia

➤A fox

She's a very pretty fox and her fur is so fluffy that sometimes the personnel at Zoo tries to pet her but she attacks them.

Her cabin is very huge, also she can sneak out of her cage but she prefers to turn back to her place because they feed her well.

She might be an un-important animal, however, her brilliance is so high for a fox that her tricks amaze everyone.

They had to put a "don't feed her" sign since everyone tried to give her food after her shows.

But that's not important, she can steal them if she wants that food so bad.

Her cabin is the best one in the whole Zoo and she's very spoiled.

Sometimes Zoo staff finds Dia at the cheetah's cabin and they don't understand why neither of them attacks each other.

She's favorite of the Zoo staff.

I wanted to write for all of them in one post but I was so tired damn. I apologize for lacking.

[vidadepsicopata]

Motorcyclist dies after crash with SUV driver on Hwy 211

Motorcyclist dies after crash with SUV driver on Hwy 211

PORTLAND, Ore. (KOIN) — A motorcyclist died after colliding with the driver of a Honda CRV Friday on Highway 211 in Clackamas County, police said. The Oregon State Police said the crash happened around 12:33 p.m. when 69-year-old Bonnie Pickner was driving the Honda south and tried to make a left turn onto Southeast Eagle Creek Road. Witnesses told OSP 51-year-old Jade Dominic Pruitt was headed…

[thesylvalining]

The last supper — in the morning. So that would be… breakfast. Left to right: Lauren, yours truly, Ashton, Bonnie, Noah and Brandie.

To be exact, it’s been 103 days — and we’re not talking about the anniversary of a certain tangerine-tinged President. No; it’s been 104 days since January 9th, when Tyler and I officially filed for divorce. As I write this, he’s just arrived in Panama with his new girlfriend (and it’s not exactly breaking news). His new girlfriend is an old friend of mine, someone I once trusted with my doubts and fears and formerly one of my good back country skiing and bike touring buddies.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel angry, hurt and doubly betrayed. I’d also be lying if I said I hadn’t given into my anger once or twice and said things I might regret in time. But what’s the saying? I want to be nobody, because nobody’s perfect.

I’d also be lying if I said I wasn’t grateful for those eleven years. Or for the countless adventures — local and international, on a bike or on skis. It would be a giant fib to say I didn’t learn, grow, laugh and even thrive with Tyler.

But the end of it all isn’t what I want to dwell on as I sit waiting for the dishwasher and the dryer to stop on my last morning in Dillon. Instead, I’d like to gnaw on the nuggets I’ve unearthed in these eleven years, the seeds of wisdom the Universe planted in me.

I’ve had long enough… so what have I learned?

The Universe wants us to be happy.

Over and over through these hard times, as I made myself available to and asked for reassurance from whatever up there knows what’s going on, I have been given what I petitioned for and more.

Take Friday as a shining example of what I mean. I’d spent weeks packing up all my sh*t (how on Earth or whatever dusty corner of the galaxy did I accumulate so much? I landed in CO in 2005 with a bike and a suitcase, for goodness’ sake). Friday, April 21st was the culmination of Operation Move Sylva: we’d hitch up Lindsay’s trailer, head down to Denver, drop my car off at the mechanic for new brakes, unload the trailer at the storage unit, eat some lunch, drive the trailer over to Lindsay’s wholesaler and load up flowers (she owns her own increasingly successful flower biz, Pots and Petals), retrieve my car, unload it at the storage unit, drive back up to Dillon, unload flowers and crash face first on our respective beds.

So — after weeks of weather so unseasonably warm and nice it was almost boring — it snowed heartily the night before. And those wicked, cold little white things persisted from the skies into the morning.

Just a few last minute adjustments…

As the wind whipped snow in our faces, Lindsay and I loaded up the last bits of furniture I needed four arms for. When Ashton arrived we headed down to the Dirty D.

Everything went smoother than Justin Timberlake’s hip-hop harmonies (I had to work that in since a hungover Jizzy Tizzy and Jessical Biel visited the Arapahoe Cafe yesterday morning) until we departed the Yardhouse in Arvada with full bellies. Back on 1-70, Lindsay merged left to prepare for the joys of I-76. A blue CRV in front of us slammed on their brakes for no apparent reason. Lindsay slowed down abruptly but she had more than adequate room between us and Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb. The lady behind us did not; a sharp bang and a solid impact was quickly followed by the sound of dragging metal on pavement.

“We lost the trailer,” said Lindsay matter-of-factly, pulling over to the left shoulder.

Then ensued the joys of insurance swapping and waiting for police on the side of a very busy Interstate. Semis whizzed by like stinky comets as I eyed the Jersey Barrier I leaned upon, ready to jump it like an Olympic hurdler if anyone else on I-70 decided to cause mayhem.

In my periphery, I see two figures running up the road — one tall and dark haired, one curvy and shorter, with shoulder length hair tousled by the chilly breeze. I blink; it’s Matt and Erica, two good mutual friends of mine and Lindsay who live in Summit County, too!

Zagorstmans to the rescue!!!!!!

“I saw your rainbow hair!” Erica said, wrapping me in a burrito hug. “I was like stop! That’s Sylva!”

What are the odds Erica and Matt would be zipping by just after (a very sweet girl in cowboy boots) rear-ended us?

And furthermore, what are the odds Erica would have ample nylon webbing for Matt to produce a series of adept knots that looked more like hyacinth blossoms than anything that would, in the end, get us, the flowers and the trailer all safely back up to Dillon? Without that fortuitous roadside rendez-vous, Lindsay, Ashton and I would probably still be waiting on the side of I-70 for a tow…

Shortly after Matt finished his roadside art project, one of the police officers walked by with an amused glance and said, “Good ’nuff for me!” HAHAHA.

2. Learn to let go

The other day at the doctor, the physician’s assistant who took my vitals asked me if I was a professional athlete — my oxygen saturation was 98 percent. I laughed but she was serious. I mean yeah, I skin the Basin semi-obsessively these days but I also eat cream cheese-infested bagels like tomorrow’s my last day on Earth and practically soak in a pool of stress (which is ending once I get on the plate to Italy this evening!). I told her I think maybe it’s because I have never taken so many deep breaths in such a short period of time — it’s how I manage most of my tough emotions in the moment. It’s how, breathing out, I can start to let go.

For a lot of us — myself included, and those of you who know my extensive wardrobe know the truth — even parting with stuff is hard. We always mean to go through our closet and give away enough unused clothing to cloth a Laotian village. Or part with our back up pair of beat up early season skis, the books growing ant-sized, dust stalagmites… and do we really need seventeen jackets? Maybe…

Rar! Shoulda got rid of more crap!!!!

Material crap aside, try letting go of an eleven year chapter of your life, a life partner, a best friend. It’s not entirely easy and like many hard lessons, it occurs in painful increments. Occasionally, I feel like I’m emotionally stuttering, unable to move past anger, or sadness or pain. But I know if letting go is all I can master through this, it will be worth it. And even the little whiffs of letting-go-ness I catch are oddly uplifting, stabilizing and above all: freeing. Especially with a lot of deep breaths!

3. We are never alone — but we are enough.

Popular culture would suggest to be complete, we need another. Look at every Disney movie ever penned, listen to the radio where the singer croons about having found a reason to live after meeting the girl or guy of their dreams. Take “All I’m Asking” by Band of Heathens, as an example (a ditty, incidentally, that is catch enough to have made it to my road trip playlist — Sylva’s Free Bird Mix)

“My mind is right for the first time

I found a reason, I figured out the round

If you let me, I’ll do better

Maybe next time, we’ll be together”

After awhile the tune gets lodged in your brain like a treble-cleft shaped dart — and so does the insinuation that we’re not whole until we are in a couple. Being with someone can be magical, but it’s not paramount to our sense of self.

Newsflash: We are already enough. I am already enough.

Even for an independent soul like myself, after more than a decade with someone, I had to wrap my little pea brain around a few key points: I am capable of accomplishing anything I set my mind to and even if I felt lonely sometimes that didn’t mean I was alone. Au contraire; during these 104 plus demanding days, people have literally sprung from the woodworks to help, encourage, listen and be there in ways I could not have appreciated if I were in  another space in my life.

Teamwork makes the dreamwork!

4. Nothing is Final

On a recent trip to Moab, Utah with the parental units, I was given the opportunity to say my goodbyes to the desert — at least for now. Thanks to my parents’ Old Fogie Pass ($10 for the whole year), we flitted around Island in the Sky National Park for a whole day. I sunburned my calves and took a billion pictures (which, incidentally, I just accidentally deleted — I had to take a deep breath and practice letting go!).

Viewpoint one at the somewhat mysteriously formed Upheaval Dome — the meteor theory is currently winning.

Heading towards the second viewpoint at Upheaval Dome.

Stopping to “admire” the world’s most obnoxious rock cairn :)

The parental units at a windy Mesa Arch.

As I looked across the endless vista, past white sandstone rims, red Kayenta cliffs and Moenkopi waves, I got a strong whiff of cheese. Why? Because I happened to be thinking, as I often am these days, that time heals all wounds (and produces breathtaking desert landscapes). I was also pondering how change is the only thing that stays the same  And therefore, nothing at all could be final — so all the goodbyes rolling constantly off my tongue were more like catch-you-on-the-flip-sides. I’d see the desert again if I wanted to; heck, I could even move back to Slummit if I felt like it (which, I have an inkling, is a nudge closer to improbable).

None of us is ever stuck or nailed to the floor by any decision. Our futures are reversible, malleable. Even the most gargantuan problem can be solved, if only we are able to see it as solvable — which brings me to:

5. Everything is possible — even the “impossible”

During the last four plus months — going through a divorce, suddenly alone, moving to Oregon, packing, trying to stay in shape and connect with friends, working six days and a night or two a week, fighting sinusitis and food poisoning — I began to feel the cold fingers of despair creeping up my pasty legs. This was impossible! Especially faced with a to-do list that looked more like the US Constitution:

If feeling brave: see reverse for the other half of The List…

But as of last night, I climbed A Basin in 54 minutes (just four minutes shy of my record), my crap is all packed in storage, my list is checked off, my catch-ya-on-the-flip-sides are said (mostly via a kickass party on Wednesday night), I’ve saved as much money as possible and I feel strong, independent and free!

It’s like they say — small steps to a big goal. I’ve never been one for goals, except in the rare occasion I kick a soccer ball. But then again, nothing is impossible: I’ve just accomplished more than I ever imagined several months ago!

  Although I have more to share, I’ll leave it there in order to cruise down to Denver and hang out with my uncle Benjamin. This evening, I’m hopping aboard a plane to skip the pond. Tomorrow, I’ll be standing in the rain, growing webbed feet with my friend Lisa as we hike and camp in Northern Italy’s Apennine mountains…

Ciao for now Summit County!

Ski ya later…

100 Days… And Counting To be exact, it's been 103 days -- and we're not talking about the anniversary of a certain tangerine-tinged President.

[crushedsweets]

JANUARY XX, 2008

FARNBURY, ALABAMA.

Characters & creators can be found on @creepedverse PT 1

[crushedsweets]

APRIL VS GNASH VS TOMMIE AND BONNIE ... ? ? ?

thank you @authormeat @rootworks @deepsix-art for joining me on magma tonight!!! this was so much fun

[koifly]

Reqs open?? 👀👀👀 CRV Dia nico Bonnie trio mayhaps?? Or Shannon cause she needs more lovin. No pressure to do all of them of course

The trio:3

I'm also workin on a Shannon piece rn, will probably be done next weekend!

Ocs owned by:

@necroixe , @crushedsweets , @dia-draws

[crushedsweets]

bon arthur n tobin investigating.... peering around corners and the like

arthur belongs to @yvezwiebel, tobin belongs to @necroromantics

[crushedsweets]

Anon who shat on gingers 2 minutes ago here🖐 I'd draw suckerkate ship art x

(I love gingers BTW I am not a bigot)

I’ll draw it for you anon.

[koifly]

One of my biggest interests at the time: @creepedverse

Idk, I love the whole concept and I love the individuality of each character, hence why I'm trying to draw every single one! Obviously, I still need to draw some but this is what I have for now:3

@necroromantics @crushedsweets @diasartstuff @redevilries

[creepedverse]

BONNIE TOMMIE AND NICO SAGA!!!!