15 dice sets in a trench coat

cass (they/them mainly) 22 rejoining this madness after 4 years of absence was probably a bad idea foxie's best friend <3 ao3 my spotify full of very melodramatic playlists

[thebirchtrees]

gang i fear the mcr brainrot is terminal now

[thebirchtrees]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley Additional Tags: Introspection, Character Study, Not Canon Compliant, can be read as a standalone, technically, idk why you'd want to read 800 words of buck getting existential on a beach without any context but you do you, POV Evan "Buck" Buckley, Burnout - Freeform Series: Part 2 of it's so easy to fall, back into you || portugal fic universe Summary:

Buck sits on the beach and contemplates a choice.

Or; a very short prequel to my own fic.

[digitansdiaries]

I got that dog in me

(Obsessive tendencies and abandonment issues)

[icyfox17]

@thebirchtrees

[icyfox17]

oh sweet sorrows, i'm out of time

Coco had surprised him, as she continues to do so every day. Peace. It was so blindingly obvious in hindsight. Just as this solution is too. It was always going to end this way. This will just... save everyone else the heartache.

Complete | 2,155 Words | Read on AO3

i blame @hedgehog-soul and @thebirchtrees entirely for this. i am innocent. pls forward any complaints of emotional damage to those two ❤️

[thebirchtrees]

evil giggling inside my head the entire time i'm on vc with my best friend because vey don't have the first idea what i'm gonna do to them relatively soon

[morrigan-disapproves]

ultimately we all have to quit our jobs and walk into the sea

[bionicle216]

thinking about how i forget Phoenix and beanix are the same person.. and what if.. Edgeworth also does… in a way.. THINK ABOUT IT!!

[theotherwesley]

I love baby foxes. Nothing has ever had less of an idea.

buffering

[theotherwesley]

feather obtained, purpose unclear

leaf obtained, purpose unclear

ground:

unclear

sibling obtained, purpose: biting

[thebirchtrees]

@icyfox17 this is what you look like in my brain 75% of the time

[thebirchtrees]

sometimes writing leads you to very weird places. and sometimes the place it leads you to is simply you, alone in your flat, a few minutes to midnight, thinking about eurydice and the little prince both leaving this earth via snake bite.

[thebirchtrees]

okay i'm back now because the second night in a row of me thinking about this so. enjoy the madness with me:

eurydice dies via snake bite either on or shortly after her wedding day. orpheus attempts to save her from the underworld, after she is already dead

at no point in the usual version of the story is the question raised of whether that was what she wanted, whether that was what was good for her. yk the whole "came back wrong" trop? who's to say that's not how this would have ended, too? orpheus, stuck with an echo of the woman he loves. eurydice, stuck in a state of existence she was not supposed to be in anymore.

there is, if i'm remembering correctly, a version somewhere out there that addresses this question, the one that sparked the essay i mentioned, but i can't for the life of me remember specifics so those will have to wait until i actually do find that essay (unless it's lost, in which case. my apologies. i wasn't always such a data hoarder as i am now.)

onwards with the little prince.

the little prince goes on this long journey to get away from his home and the rose he loves, and by the end of it, he returns by letting the snake bite him because his physical body is "too heavy to make the journey" or something (probably not the exact wording, don't quite know the book by heart).

the pilot experiences this as the prince's death—never to be seen or heard from again, only having the colour of the wheat in the sun or the twinkling of the stars to remember him by.

but, i hear you cry, the little prince went home! he went back to what he loved! it's nothing like the tragedy of the lovers doomed to be separated! and to that, i say, it is. or it could be. because if you imagine being eurydice—

you get married, or you are to be married, to the love of your life. and then you're chased, you are running, you are frightened enough not to pay attention to where you are going, where you're putting your feet; frightened enough not to see the snakes until it is far too late. you are dying.

and then you are dead. the world of the living is behind you, and eternity lies before you. or, in some cases, maybe rebirth.

who is to say she wanted to go back? who is to say she was not used to this new form of being, this new state, who is to say she had much to care for other than orpheus? who is to say that if she came back, she would be anything other than a ghost? not belonging on either side anymore, because clearly she has been brought back to life, but wasn't she dead? isn't death this grand thing that is impossible to overcome?

... idk. there's something there. blame what i was actually writing for all of this.

[failcringegf]

picture this, i give you a glass bottle and tell you to open it, but bottle openers are forbidden, how do you do it?

[failcringegf]

im talking about this bitch btw

[pitchburgh]

I think the shoe trick would work on this:

[theforceisstronginthegirl]

When I was a kid my older cousins used to sit around at night during family reunions inventing new and uh probably unadvised ways to open these

Counter edge - successful

Stick from the woods - not successful

Stick from the firepit (not on fire) - not successful

Shoe - not successful

Small rock - successful (bandaid needed)

Large rock - successful

Stick from firepit (on fire) - successful

Stone from firepit (fire in pit) - successful

Edge of fire barrel (fire in barrel) - successful

Log from bonfire (large) (on fire) - unknown everyone was too drunk and cousin fell in fire (he lived to be mocked forever)

Tree - unsuccessful 1 time and successful 1 time but also boring so attempts abandoned

Marshmellow stick (marshmallow on stick) - unsuccessful (marshmallow fell in dirt)

Knife (little) - successful

Knife knife (medium) - successful (bandaid needed but not for the cousin trying this but for my brother who caught the knife with his foot when cousin dropped it)

Knife (large) - successful

Teeth (human: attached) - successful (hurts btw don’t recommend)

Machete - successful (more experiments needed)

Machete (chop the top of the bottle off) - successful (lots of broken glass don’t drink)

Machete competition to see who could cut the top off a bottle the cleanest (competition banned forever when my mom found out) (after she won)

Axe - successful

Random deer bone a dog found - unknown everyone kept getting distracted by the deer bone

Sheer grit and bare hands - successful because it turned out the bottle was actually a twist cap

Sheer grit and bare hands - unsuccessful (bottle not twist cap) (cousin mocked forever)

Edge of golf cart - unknown (got chased off by my mom)

Fence - successful (got yelled at by my mom)

Metal porch chairs - successful (bandaid needed)

Plastic porch chairs - successful (?????)

Another bottle (unopened) - unsuccessful (both bottles broke)

Another bottle (opened) - unsuccessful

Another bottle cap (not attached) - unsuccessful

Paving tiles in a stack - successful

Cooler edge - successful

Cooler edge by closing the cooler lid really hard - unsuccessful (bottle broke) (paused to pick glass out of cousins hand)

Concrete ground - successful but considered a fail because most of the drink came out when it opened

Porch support column - unsuccessful

Flathead screw driver - successful

Horseshoe (horse: not attached) - successful

Metal sunglasses case - successful

Citronella candle bucket (candle lit) - successful (cousin burned)

Horseshoe (horse: attached) - successful (got yelled at by my mom)

Random piece of metal - successful (stitches and tetanus shot)

Random nail from the scrap nail bucket - not successful

[brokendarkfairyempressforever]

i want this to become a Tumblr heritage post

[top-secret-replier]

hello, i am the top secret replier! well done for finding me - you may never see me again!

REBLOG OF SHAME since the replies are turned off D:

[silly-lil-scribbles]

door!!!! (works really well, just be careful not to spill ur drink lol)

[germany-official]

I shall add my own

-Airplane propeller (successful)

-Car battery (unsuccessful)

-Plushie (I'm not aure why I thought It'd work)

-Bottle opener (successful)

[marylandaccountx3]

what

[germany-official]

Which of my experiments are you confused about

[marylandaccountx3]

Airplane propeller???

Car battery??????

[germany-official]

Airplane propeller cause I was having a drink after a long flight(I fly Piper archers)

Car battery cause I was bored

[evil-maryland]

Germany are you german

Also my (construction worker)dad did:

Bare fist(succesful)

Another bottle(succesful)

[germany-official]

I cant help it

[evil-maryland]

you cant help the germanness?

[thebirchtrees]

sometimes writing leads you to very weird places. and sometimes the place it leads you to is simply you, alone in your flat, a few minutes to midnight, thinking about eurydice and the little prince both leaving this earth via snake bite.

[lilyerida]

think a lot about “And This, Your Living Kiss” by opal_bullets

@asecretvice

[demetriustheangel]

traditional bird Cas bcs my brain is not working on digital

I have go back making architecture doodles it's so scary

[jtownraindancer]

@thebirchtrees speaking of our boy-

[davidakadwolf]

@airebeam

[jtownraindancer]

bapping my kids lovingly ♡

@thebirchtrees @icyfox17 @mbirnsings-71 @cryingcabbages

[crowttore]

Are you currently suffering from The Character?

[ozdical]

[soulren]

“Ghosts are real” I can see how you could believe that

“Ghosts aren’t real” it’s very fair and rational that you believe that

“Ghosts aren’t real anymore” I’m about to hear a poem or very sad story

“Ghosts aren’t real yet” the fuck are you going to do

[melandrops]

the aroace read of ryland grace is so personal and haunting. "you don't even have a dog." was it not enough to love the world for the sake of living in it. was it not enough to live for the thrill of discovery. was it not enough to smile at your students. was it not enough to be afraid.