The G(rave)yard
One of my main understandings of how death and change work is that the love is still there, but it might just look a little different for those left behind, or those that had to leave others behind. Here, I put some things and people to rest, while still paying tribute to their times in my life. Think of it as a bit of a twist on the whole "Internet Shrine" idea, if you will.Links are to dedicated playlists for now. We'll see how these plots develop moving forward~
Still Digging! Under Construction!
Little HawkThis entry is the only one dedicated to someone I've actually buried (so far). I've spent the last decade mourning a friend I only had for a year and a half, but boy did she make that year and a half count. Always willing to herd our friend group of cats to some outing, always willing to spot us for food if we were broke, and a bright light in any room she walked into. You've inspired me for so long, Little Hawk, and I've learned so much even in your absence. The web of friends we managed to weave has frayed over the years, and I don't speak to a lot of people that knew you anymore, but I won't ever forget you, and I'll always know where to find you. Your memory is a spark of inspiration whenever it crosses my mind, whether that be a creative or mischevious one.
My Shield
I thought I would spend the rest of my days with you, right to the end of the line. Every time I wake from a dream of you, I feel every mile and every year between what we used to be and how far away our paths are now. I loved you as true as I ever have anyone, and I won't ever forget to make sure whoever comes next treats me just as well as you did. I hope you do the same.
I thought I would spend the rest of my days with you, right to the end of the line. Every time I wake from a dream of you, I feel every mile and every year between what we used to be and how far away our paths are now. I loved you as true as I ever have anyone, and I won't ever forget to make sure whoever comes next treats me just as well as you did. I hope you do the same.
Tin Man
I've kept you buried here for a while, a huge tender spot in my past that I haven't been able to look at without feeling a little sore. We were Drift Partners and teammates, thick as thieves and partners in crime. I could always read you like a book, and maybe that's part of what got me hurt so much. When Natasha jumped and Tony was finally able to rest, it felt like a natural conclusion for us. I still can't help but wonder if you'd meet me at Little Hawk's side if I asked.
I've kept you buried here for a while, a huge tender spot in my past that I haven't been able to look at without feeling a little sore. We were Drift Partners and teammates, thick as thieves and partners in crime. I could always read you like a book, and maybe that's part of what got me hurt so much. When Natasha jumped and Tony was finally able to rest, it felt like a natural conclusion for us. I still can't help but wonder if you'd meet me at Little Hawk's side if I asked.
Glamour Bard
I've mourned what we could have been and all the time I spent chasing after you when you couldn't just tell me what you really thought. You're a vaguely pretty face with flashy tricks and words, but nothing close to the trickster you named yourself after. That would involve opening your mind beyond your tomes and prose and actually seeing the people in front of you, not tunnel-visioning in on what you want to see.
I've mourned what we could have been and all the time I spent chasing after you when you couldn't just tell me what you really thought. You're a vaguely pretty face with flashy tricks and words, but nothing close to the trickster you named yourself after. That would involve opening your mind beyond your tomes and prose and actually seeing the people in front of you, not tunnel-visioning in on what you want to see.
Rumlow
You, my good bitch, need some real help, but you won't find it here. You poisoned my mind and the minds of my closest friends against each other, making me question my reality and the reality of the relationships nearest and dearest to me simply out of jealousy. Have fun with that Hail Hydra tattooed on the back of your neck, you've earned it. I won't argue with those that blame you for taking out our Little Hawk.