#i write some things

[cutealienfriend]

I am a strong woman I dont NEED a man I WANT a man (or a woman or whatever I'm cool with anything)

[curreeusly-ominous-elf]

Some head canons for y'all

The placement of "She Said Maybe" and "Go Spine Go" makes me think that "She Said Maybe" is about the Spine asking the woman out and getting basically rejected, and "Go Spine Go" is about Rabbit and Hatchy trying to be good wingmen and convincing her to go out with him... They didn't do a very good job. Also, that Honeybee is the "tiny dancer" spinning inside Julia's music box that she gives to Rabbit.

[victorianlondonfog]

Minimum Wage Villanelle

"Hi, how can I help you?" They have it their way Say it, for it's true.

They've all been so rude, It's hard to smile today "Hi, how can I help you?"

Your friends don't think it's true "Folks don't act that way." Still say it, for it's true.

You have so much to do You've forgotten what to say "Um, how may I serve you?"

So angry, in your queue "There's been a short delay." Say it, for it's true.

The uniform dark blue Or red, or green, or gray. "I'm happy to serve you." Say it 'til it's true.

[victorianlondonfog]

Pacing at the gate, the lion watched her with sharp, intent eyes.

She shivered, huddled in her corner. It wasn't unpleasant here. It felt perfectly safe, sitting here and watching the big cat pace back and forth. But she had been told to leave so many times, by so many people, people who bypassed the lion and told her it wasn't really there.

As though they knew. Perhaps they had just never seen it. But she knew, if she left, unlocked the gate and stepped out into the world, she wouldn't be safe anymore. That the lion, her protector and her fear, would pounce, sooner or later, and drag her back. Back to the dark, where she was safe, if not happy.

Or it would kill her. That was another possibility, and one that she, whenever the thought crossed her mind, didn't tie any emotion to at all. Sometimes, though, she considered with hope, quickly followed with crippling fear. It was at those times that she came close, so close, to leaving. But then she would look at the golden creature, look at the claws, the teeth, the fierce gaze in its eyes, and scurry back, deep, into the darkness.

She had been there a long time, and she knew the space intimately. And no matter how many stood outside and told her she would be safe if she joined them, she could not, would not, believe it.