#then it's gone

[charmed-n-zesty]

A glimpse of spring.

[dracocheesecake]

I thought of a really fun parallel for Han/The Chameleon.

You know how the Chameleon has that golden tree?

Han, when the Den ran their game aboveground, had a real tree, hidden in one of their hideouts. He mostly used it to sleep on during the day (yes because he's a Sunda pangolin and they tend to be arboreal and are also nocturnal, which lends itself useful for easier thieving under cover of darkness)- however, it also acted as a council chamber, where everyone could meet up and climb into the branches for a seat, to have their voices heard.

The underground was just one of their hideouts, and it became their only hideout after Zhen handed in the rest of the aboveground ones to the Chameleon. The one with that tree?- It became a rather lovely little blacksmithing factory for the weapons and cages she needed- and the tree was the perfect kindling to start up the forge!

Zhen didn't know that was what she was planning to do with it. When she found out, she was absolutely gutted. She had a few memories involving that tree.

[mr-tellmeafuckingsecret]

Anyone else feel like a spare tire type of person?

You're put in the back, hidden, until you're the only option. When everything's fucked, you are there to help someone in the worst moment.

You are a replacement. Maybe a friendship fell apart, someone is grieving a death, someone broke up. You fill that void for a short time. You fill that role until you're no longer needed. They found someone else more stable, reliable, someone that fit better.

You sit in the back of everything, neglected and ignored. Until there is a void. A missing person.

It's not like you want to be a replacement - weasel your way into someone's life - you're just who people keep spare just in case something goes wrong.

You're shoved in place, forced to stay there, getting through the burden the last person left, shouldering the weight. Then you're discarded, replaced.

You're not good enough to be permanent, you're only good as a temporary replacement. You're worn, you've lost your grip, you're rusting and falling apart, yet it happens over again.

Someone leaves a void. You are forced to fit that void. You are discarded, hidden again until you are needed. Someone else leaves.

You're stuck.

[belovedbow]

me thinks guy should look like a funny man youtuber

fluffy hair, glasses

moustache

[ceaselessbasher]

I swear to god one of these days were going to see a video of Amaury Guichon and he's going to be making some wings and they are going to look dope as hell, the detail of each feather will be breathtaking, he'll spray paint them to perfection, but as the video goes on, he's not building any sort of winged creature, just the wings. And then there's a human-sized harness (also made of chocolate, somehow, he can do it). And he's attaching the wings to the harness. And he's putting the harness on and he demonstrates how he can flap the wings. And then he'll be off. Out the window and up and up and up. And we'll be looking at the livestream (it's a livestream now) and we'll scream "No, Amaury, the sun! It's going to melt the wings!". But he knows this already. And he is free.

[cdfreak]

at work: i could be cooking and cleaning and coding and reading and working out and weaving tapestries and playing video games and climbing a mountain and having sex and filming a movie right now yet they keep me trapped in this prison. idle hands are the devils plaything and i am being forcibly molded into his perfect conduit. i must break free, seize the day and waste not the beauty inherent to finite mortal life

at home: my one true passion upon this pointless earth is bog mummy imitation

[piedpip3rrr]

Cringe but free

[gayforcarstairsgirls]

[puckspoetry]

POV: you wake up from a mouse bite induced coma

[iamthekingdom-iamnotyourqueen]

[marypsue]

Keep seeing that post where OP starts like 'Thinking about...grieving the undead' and then adds on about like. Real life situations where people have not died but have left your life and you would have reason to grieve them.

All respect, that's an important concept, but that is not what I am thinking about when I read 'grieving the undead'.

[onceifixmehesgonnamissme]

[r0semultiverse]

Like music to my ears

[geminidiariesxo]