[ID: Meme of tired stick figure laying awake in bed at 2:39AM with a thought bubble filled with Bruce Springsteen singing “I'm on Fire” live in Paris, 1985. lyrics being sung in the video: “Sometimes it's like someone took a knife, baby, edgy and dull and cut a six-inch valley through the middle of my skull / at night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet and a freight train running through the middle of my head — only you can cool my desire / Oh, oh, oh, I'm on fire (x3)” /end ID.]
went on a drive through the woods with windows down, overcome by the beauty of bleakness 12 times, saw ravines and cliffs, vast brown winter cornfield hills, stream paths; stopped at top of hill and saw white bark of birch trees among browns of ash and oak trees, overcome again; drove down, car gathered momentum, overcome again, howled like wolf
hehe can you pretty please talk about the karlnap camping one :D
- cal <33
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yes...yes I can 🫠
so....this is actually based off of a gif set that I came across one day. it was like, obviously a camping setting in the woods. it was a certain spot that was kind of like....tied down????? like over a log....and like, it was a little gloomy autumn day, and the tks looked so like....🫠
and we (being me and cal) were talking about how karl would tease sap about how even though they were out in the open, they were in the woods alone, where no one could hear his helpless cries and begging, and how no one would be able to come and rescue him from karls cruel tks, and. just. yeah. and of course threatening him with like....ways to make him stay a little quieter perhaps....
whatever.
you know about this wip already and I simply will not say anything else bc I refuse <3
day two after reuniting with his kind-of-not-really-mate & his cub, silas was calmer - much calmer, but still struggling with the concept of this new world they supposedly now lived in. he'd heard a lot of how to fit the travelers into their world, but only very little about how to get them back home. if they even planned to? this council everybody in new haven seemed to bow to reminded him a lot of the kings & queens in their lands. but he still had to meet the others. some of them, anyway. two, as he'd found out afterwards, worked together at the ...that.. the modern tailor.
dante had already been assigned a new workplace, while silas was given a week to get used to new haven before they'd bother him with that, which he was only partially okay with. he didn't like to sit idle. then again, he had sam. the little lioness had woken up in utter excitement, bouncing around the house, on their bed - with both him & dante still in it trying to sleep.
she was adjusting better than him... she was three fuckin' years old. maybe he was too old, maybe that was the issue. then again, she was two weeks ahead, so maybe he'd get used to ...all this. whatever it is. sam decided she wanted to go to the park, so they would. he got directions & thought that while at it, he could try to get a feel for his surroundings. he knew every inch of willowshire, every way in - every way out. if they were forced to stay, then he would know every inch of new haven. let sam drag him around town to see what the fuss was about.. sounded like a good idea.
new clothes.. were still ... new. but he didn't dislike them. the tailor had done quite well - together, sam & him looked like they'd never lived anywhere else before. the streets were definitely different, the houses were.. everything looked so different.
except for... one thing. one person. one face he thought he'd lost to magic when nobody had seen him - or knew him. first time he ever made a friend, mother nature decided to take that one from him. apparently not. down in a crouch, silas got his cub's attention, pointing at a very confused-looking fox in the middle of the road. "look, remember uncle linus? wanna go say hi?"
of course she did. little feet carried the little lion over & close enough to pounce.