This is just one of those confessions that makes me look careless but is kind of funny: so Ambassadors was gonna have Papyrus, Hobie Brown, and this character the Leaf Man from The Point, Just because like I keep saying, mowt of them are trees. There's Treestache (like Treebears) (from LOTR) and Candy Apple Tree who are OCs qnd one problem with having OCs in fanfictiin is it's a self fulfilling prophecy that people won't "care" about your OC so you don't take THE TIME to get people invested in caring about them!! Candy Apple Tree is one of two or three femqle characters!! It's important to give her a characterization. But the funny thing is Treestache also needs a characterization. I decided to take rhe charismatic wheeler dealer archetype from my uncle in memory of his greqt facial hair. I had already looked at the album version of the point and it didn't really characterize Leaf Man I remember him being kind of frenzied.
well the thing is in the movie he's hustling to sell "the fall line" of designer leaves!! Which is the wheeler dealer archerype! I might leave
it though and have teo simalqr characters . Or forget this idea for a better idea
The thing about THIS fanfictiknis ComicFury usually has Pokemon comics where allnof them are OCs, one or two Underrwle comics and some Sonic comics. The thing is it's not dedicated to one thing so I think I could get away with having it focus on OCs
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Tylipandu (defends pedos)
vehemently defends treebear the pedophile, even knowing that she sends nudes to children
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Everyone knows that bears can climb trees. These three are my tree bears and they wait all year for the tree to go back up, so they can hang out in there. I have April, in her little gingham dress, Bianca, who is the snowy polar bear, and Brown Bear... who is the brown bear. Do you have any tree bears? #christmastree #treebears #teddybear https://www.instagram.com/p/CIZvf5LgXQ7/?igshid=o1je5dtw4gvk
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What I Watched August 2021
Consort Meng Arrives eps 1 and 2 - This is a very cute series so far, heavy of the comedy and a nice palate cleanser from for intense c-dramas ^_^
I finally got to see the full fight of Gohan vs. Cell! My boy was so strong! (also nice to see the others jumping in to help at the end)
Such a good movie, but man, poor Frodo, he wanted a fun adventure... ^_^’
Eowyn and Treebeared! (but also this movie just makes me feel distressed a lot)
“It’s gone” just the sheer relief in Frodo’s voice...
Got the super duper extended edition, I love this movie.
Very cute, though now that I’ve got volume 2, I gotta wait who knows how long for volume 3 to become affordable (wahh!)
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can i have a ship please? i’m a brunette with brown eyes and i’m 5’2. i love music and staying fit. i’m a cheerleader and i run track. i’m super cuddly and love being near people. im between extrovert and introvert but leaning more toward the extroverted side
hi love! i hope you enjoy!! sorry it took me a little while to do this!
I ship you with Harrison!
You'd meet Harrison on a run one day. He'd get so excited to see someone else running, that he'd start talking to you, asking you about yourself and why you're running. Haz couldn't understand why anyone would run without a reason, so he liked to ask people. Then you two would finish your run together and Harrison would ask if you wanted to get some lunch. Really he'd just want anyway to spend more time with you.
When you start dating Harrison would be so cuddly, part of it because you both love it, but also because Haz wouldn't know when he had to leave again, so he'd want to get in all the cuddles. He'd come to you with a puppy dog pout and ask to cuddle; he'd be like your little treebear.
thanks for requesting!! I'm slowly getting to all of them in my inbox ♡♡
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Hi, Dad
It’s a beautiful day out there, Dad. Really, terribly cold--like, 10 degrees for a high kinda cold, but pretty, nonetheless.
I slept through the event this morning. Not that it was eventful here, but, you know...the anniversary of your death. I got up, got 3/4 of the kids ready for school, then my eyes closed on me and I couldn’t get up if I wanted to. I wasn’t consciously thinking about you--if anything, I was thinking about S.Bob. You’d like him so much. He’s so much like you. He’s really trying to get through life and it’s so frustrating for him. I wonder if you would relate.
The fourth kid out the door this morning is the eighth grader. That’s the grade I was in when you died in front of my eyes in the morning before school. He slipped out the door today with a short & sweet goodbye, probably thinking about his wrestling match tonight. He’s a star, Dad. These kids are all four amazingly different and beautiful stars. I’m SO glad I get to spend each day with them.
I’m 46 now. I was thinking about how you were 45 when I was born. About how you’d raised three children (the youngest of the three being about the age Sam is now when you married Mom). My oldest son has much in common with your youngest son, I believe. Big, sweet hearts.
At any rate, I think about how tired Tim and I are. (You would love him.) I think about all you went through before I came into your life, and how we only knew each other a short, few years before our time together was ended. Did I get the best years of your life? What counts as best? And what does it really matter what *I* got? What did you get? Did you enjoy those last 14 years of your life for having me in them?
I look at my daughter, my sweet, unexpected, younger-than-the-rest daughter and I can’t help but think of you and me. She cuddles, she snuggles, she loves to ride along. Tim doesn’t put her in an old rusty Chevy and drive her to the county dump on a weekly basis, but he plays video games with her. (Man, you would LOVE what computers can do now. Honestly, you’d dig it the most.)
I realize that you didn’t have the best marriages, and that took away a great deal from what you were able to give your four children and two bonus children. You loved us, BUT. You were always fighting to survive something. How tiring. I did that in a previous marriage. It was too much. I chose my kids over my marriage and I’ll never regret it, although it tore me in half to do so, Dad. Fuck my expectations and fuck my ego, they needed me and I chose them, PERIOD.
Anyway, before I digress too far, I want to say that I see you and me in Tim and GiGi. The way our relationship might have been if you hadn’t had so much to fight about, to drink away. Tim and I adore each other. How we lucked into this situation, only God knows, but I can look at him every single day and say, “I am in love with you,” and mean it. Did you know that love like that could last through eight or nine years of marriage, Dad? Did you ever have that? I think you loved your children deeply, so you probably had an idea. Dysfunction, though. It’s rampant and it wasn’t your fault.
It’s tempting to say something like, maybe my heart was only ready to love this deeply because of all the losses and all the pain. Because of the previous divorces, because of mom’s abuse, because of losing you. I think that’s magical thinking. Losing someone we love CAN teach us compassion, but I’ve observed first & second-hand enough people who should have grieved their way to Mother Theresa status by now...instead they become encapsulated in that natural shell of bitterness that tries to creep in after a particularly stinging loss.
I’m an old shit with a little bit of wisdom, now, Dad, so I can tell you (you’re only 13 years older than me now, how about that?), we all face that bitterness. It’s like wrestling with a grizzly bear made of tree bark. It’s crusty, it hurts, it’s powerful, and it’s a creation of this natural world just like we are, but we DON’T have to lose. It’s not a short fight, Dad, and I think you knew that. I think you were infinitely human in the way you self-medicated through your own wrestling match with the TreeBear. I wish I’d known you longer. I wish I’d known you as an adult.
As a mother, I can see that you were responsible, loving, flawed, broken, funny, stressed out, proud...as your daughter, the way I’ve seen you has evolved these past 46 years, though you have only lived in memory for the past 32. I can’t honestly even say if we’d have gotten along through my adulthood. You were salty AF at times, you know? And I’m no slouch.
You were alive, and I loved you, and now you’re gone, and I love you. And I will always love you. And everything is okay.
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