#temporary found family

[charliethechandelure]

So I made my own au...

They're having a great summer together :DDD

#iceberg is concerned as to how franky managed to adopt this many children #temporary found family #weird summer au #<= i have no idea for au names so i'll stick with this #one piece #op fanart #fanart #digital art #op au #one piece au #charliethechandelure #op franky #nico robin #op pedro #rob lucci #op kaku #x drake #cutty flam

[theofficialpresidentoftheusa]

And another thing!!! I see people confused about how and why Ed and Stede just let the crew go off like that when they just established that they’re family and that they’re going to work together to get revenge for Izzy.

I think all it is is that Ed and Stede need a break! They just want some time to be together and to start building their future together, and their future is not on that ship forever, their endgame is not piracy, that’s what they’ve determined. So while the crew sails and pirates regularly- probably gathering intel about the English, figuring out a good plan of attack- they stay behind and build something to come back to. And the crew will and does come back (regularly, in my mind at least)

Because I don’t think the inn will be just for Ed and Stede! I think it’s going to be a labor of love that they all participate in and all work on together incrementally. When the crew needs them, they’ll be there. And when Ed and Stede need the crew, they’ll be there too. At the end of it all, they’ll all be together. As the family that they are.

#they didn’t just part ways guys it’s temporary I promise #the found family really be gettin me #because oh my god they really are a family that loves and supports each other wow #ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd spoilers #ofmd s2 #ofmd s2 spoilers #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #ofmd 2 #ofmd season 2 #ed x stede

[the-c41n-instinct]

I JUST FINISHED THE NIMONA MOVIE

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

IM TOTALLY NORMAL ABOUT THIS

#Nimona #IM SO #AH #FOUND FAMILY #(TEMPORARY) CHARACTER DEATH #BETRAYAL #GAY PEOPLE #NIMONA BEING A GENDERQUEER ICON FOR AN HOUR AND A HALF #roughly

[kolbietheaggrievedwriter]

I'm binging One Piece fic right now, and it's come to my attention that I STILL cannot stand Expanded Crew AUs in any shape or form. I don't specifically exclude the tag, but I have to be honest - I avoid it as soon as I see it. It's not a quality thing! I'm just not interested. 😅 It took me forever to accept Chopper, and then each new member after. If Luffy didn't choose them canonically, it's an automatic deal-breaker. Lol

#kolbie blabs #for that same reason i can't read ace or sabo in the straw hat crew #or asl as part of the whitebeards #really anything that messes with my found family #they're not on the crew for a reason!!! #they've got different dreams!!! #different paths!! #and that's not a bad thing!!! #im probably one of the few people that didn't mind vivi not joining #i love her. don't get me wrong! but i figured her stay with them was always going to be temporary #so i wasn't surprised when she didn't join #i have a much harder time reading self-inserts for one piece for the same reason #this is all super biased obviously!! again not talking about quality or inherent worth #but it ain't my cup of tea ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯

[seldomscilence16]

Whumptober day 16:

"Would you lie with me, and just forget the world?"

Gurney | flatline | "Don't go where I can't follow."

Fandom: Ducktales

Prompts used: all

So didnt think this was gonna go where it went but uh, it did. Based heavily on a tumblr post/story that did it way better than me, but some angst none the less. However as with most all my stories, the whole… clone thing? Yeah… nah. April May and June are their own birds and typically based off of the Legend of the 3 cabs show versions of them. So 🫶🏻

TW for temporary character death, near death experiences, implied child abuse, and children in dangerous situations.

…

It's dark. 

Quiet, the world was full of noise at all times, but this, this was the absence of everything. 

A glimmer of golden moon light, he looks towards it, a familiar scene plays out before his eyes. 

Donald, maybe 6 years old, is wandering around Grandma Ducks farm, looking for something- no someone. He's still wearing the stiff material his parents like to put him in, which means he'd- no they'd- just been dropped off. He finds Della lying on the roof of the barn, skirt already covered in hay and dirt, hair pulled down from whatever hair do their mother had insisted on. 

"You know Gramma doesn't like us up here." Donald's voice is hoarse from disuse, but his sister has always been able to understand him best. 

"I needed to be somewhere high. Above their reach." Della responds, and older Donald remembers this. Remembers how angry his sister had been that day, how their parents had been insufferable. Tufts of hair and feathers had been pulled as they were made 'presentable'. "Would you lie with me, and just forget the world?" She finally asks, hand reached out to him. 

He doesn't hesitate, taking her hand and laying beside her. They stare at the sky, matching bruised wrists pressed together, and forget. 

Donald thinks about the couple years after that, before they moved in with Uncle Scrooge, and how many times they felt lost until they could look up at the sky together and simply be. 

The golden glow takes on the slightest hue of red, like a sunrise over a pile of treasure, and Donald really has no other options in this black nothingness, than to watch. 

He's older, maybe 12, and they're on an adventure. It's a rare one, Gladstone and Fethry allowed to join, and Donald can see his younger selves anxiety as the threes antics play out. Uncle Scrooge, for his part, is trying to figure out a riddle of some kind to get the entrance open. 

Fethry is the one to actually figure it out, giggling with glee when the rock slides away to reveal the entrance. Scrooge is mildly impressed- though he wouldn't show it of course- and Donald ruffles the boy's hat/head in his place, Della whooping and Gladstone groaning out a 'finally' even as he grins at Fethry. 

They head inside, following the old man's lead as he makes his way carefully, torch held high- because why use a flashlight?- and open book in hand. Some legend or other, some treasure he had to have, on an adventure he had to prove he could do. Donald didn't mind it, really it could be fun and he loved learning new stuff- Fethry and Della are messing around, a foot steps where it shouldn't, Donald is in front of them before he really thinks about it. 

Something always went wrong. 

Seeing it from the outside is strange, watching his younger self get punctured by several arrows. At the time he hadnt been able to take in his families reactions, and the aftermath had been lectures and the likes, but seeing it now… seeing Uncle Scrooges terror as he rushes back, Della and Fethrys screams he hadnt heard over his own falll, Gladstones paralyzed form as terror wide eyes stared at Donalds fallen form. He gets to watch the panic and fear and tears, from the temple all the way to the nearest hospital, how they all try to follow the gurney and are held back. 

Donald hadn't realized they'd cared that much… Was it like that everytime? Or… just in the beginning, when they didnt use these things to their advantage? Donald knows it's gotten better- after so much worse happened first- but he wonders… right now, are they worried like this, or are they there at all? 

Della had always assumed their times would come together. Even when she was on the moon, she figured she'd live and miraculously drop dead as Donald did on Earth and they'd reunite in the beyond and yell and hug and-

Or… as a kid, she worried it would end in a hospital before his time. He'd be injured because of her or another family member, and they'd all be gathered- or so many missing, why did they always leave when Donald needed them most?- around a too still form as a heart rate monitor flat lines in a high final tone. 

Her heart has yet to calm, she's staring blankly before her, at a machine meant to destroy all adventure- meant to destroy her family- and yet… the only one missing is her brother, the duck ready to sacrifice himself for his loved ones at any given moment. The one who was dropped into an angry red ball of lightning, even after Scrooge signed that damned contract. 

The machine was shut down moments after, moments too late, and the rage that had overtaken Della in that moment… figures she’d understand Donald after he was…

The ensuing battle was a mess, Della had seen red for most of it, Donalds bandmates had shown up to save Scrooge from a direct blast from the sword of swanstentine, and Louie and Huey had found a hole in the contract, and the family had won- 

"Where's Uncle Donald??" Dewey is the first to ask, his brothers look around,

"He was on the platform with you guys wasnt he mom?" Huey looks imploringly at the adults before him, and Della falls to her knees. 

"Mom!?" 

Scrooge places a heavy hand on her shoulder, eyes teary as he tries to look at the children slowly gathering before them. 

"Yer Uncle… well he-" 

"No. Nonono, don't finish that sentence." Louie cuts him off, eyes wet and lower beak wobbling, "It's Uncle Donald. It's ridiculous how much he can go through and still come back. We need him so he has to be… he's fine!" Huey and Dewey are on either side of him, Webby has his hoodie squeezed in her fist, Violet and Lena are behind her, Gosolyn and Boyd inching closer to Dewey and Huey respectively. 

Everyone else is closing in behind them, those who understand looking lost and shocked, and looking back at the machine like he'd just… waltz out of it. 

Della sobs, something deep and bitter and broken, a wail so loud her ancestors must feel her pain. The clouds had dispersed with their victory, the sun mocks her as tragedy shakes the unshakable family. 

"Della? Whats wrong?" The crackly voice is unmistakable, Della fears she is hearing things, that she'll find his ghost when she lowers her eyes, but Scrooges gasp,

"Donald Duck." 

"Uncle Scrooge. What's everyone doing? Did we lose?" 

Donald is being supported by José and Panchito on either side- Della hadn't seen them leave, just as she hadn't seen them arrive- he looks drained, a gray tinge to his form and darkness beneath his eyes. He'd only been gone a few moments but he looks like he went through hell to get back- and well maybe he did. 

Della stumbles towards him at full speed, sure the others are right behind her, and tackles him to the ground. He wheezes, feeling too thin beneath her arms, but hugs back just as tight,

"I swear Donald, never do that again! Don't go where I can't follow. I… can't do this without you." She whispers it, a moment for them alone, voice trembling as she buries her teary face in his shoulder. 

"I'm sorry. I'm here now." He runs a hand through her hair, one more long moment before she moves and a pile of children replace her. 

"Uncle Donald!" The chorus is music to his ears, he'd thought he'd never hear it again. 

He thought he'd drift in a black void, his thoughts his only company, forever. He felt weakened with every memory, sucked dry and hopeless as he realized his many mistakes and had his trauma bared before him. Seeing José's glowing green eyes had startled him into a squawk he hadn't realized he could release in the silence. His shadow form was practically invisible with no light to define him, but his hand had led Donald home. What had felt like a lifetime, had been mere minutes, but he was glad he didn't miss too much. He wanted to see the- his- kids grow up. 

And give this whole family thing another shot.

#whumptober 2023 #no.16 #“would you lay with me and just forget the world?” #lyric #gurney #flatline #“dont go where I cant follow.” #ducktales #fic #temporary character death #implied child abuse #children in dangerous situation #donald duck angst #donald angst #three gay caballeros #della and donald #Scrooge and Donald #found family #injuries #angst

[slavicafire]

the way I'm tempted to temporarily call him "nothing" or "whatever" so I don't get in any way attached. very slavic of me and also very normal

#not only can't we keep him but also you know how kittens are. you know how quickly it can go wrong with those found little ones #good gods #he's at a family member's house at the moment and we just can't let him stay there #but we don't have anyone else #I will most likely spend tomorrow frantically look for a temporary home #or I don't know. turning our kitchen into a kitten shelter #but I can't actually do that to Urwis so. yay #I'm sick and I'm tired and I'm stressed #I'm supposed to have my first proper holidays at work in 3 years and this happens

[dutyworn]

@perditos said: ❝ if i see you again - i swear on my life - i’ll strangle you myself. ❞ From Jo #sister things

an old meme    /    PROBABLY ACCEPTING ↷

❝ I would say my executive officer might have words with you about that, post me having been killed, but... ❞    Wren shrugs, with a wry smile. Jo is her executive officer.

❝ C’mon, you don’t get a pass just because we’re related. If anything, I should be seeking you out for these little chats even harder. ❞    It’s how she leads, she’s quickly found out. She mingles with her crew. She prods at people, tries her best to get them to open up, especially her ground team (while she’s new to being the commanding officer of a vessel, she’s not new to team leading, and on the field, knowing who she’s working with is essential to her, caring about the people she’s commanding crucial). If Jo doesn’t like her checking to make sure she’s all right... well, tough. There’s nowhere to run & hide on the Normandy.

❝ I’m here to be a pain in your ass until the day I die, ❞    Wren says, cheerfully, crossing her arms.    ❝ Now, suck it up, and have a cup of coffee with me in the mess hall. ❞

#perditos #we had plotted some on discord before so i went with that #whether they're really half siblings or just found family mutual orphans i think was not determined but #wren could say they're related in either case. even if just at heart. #; open yourself to the universe ❪ verse / first game. ❫ #; perditos / jo / 001 #wren: i will bother you until i die #also wren: -dies about a year later- #iTS TEMPORARY

[marauderundercover]

Lost and Found

AO3

Prev

Marinette rushes up the stairs to the apartment. It was Wednesday, which meant it was her ‘call Conner’ day. She’d established it when Jon was born three years ago so that her older brother wouldn’t feel left out. She knew that sometimes people got upset when they had younger siblings (Nino didn’t really like his new baby brother that much), and she didn’t want Conner to feel like that. So she had a special day to call just him so that they could talk about everything going on in their lives and stuff. Throwing the door open, Marinette immediately pauses when she sees her Uncle. She doesn’t stay frozen for long before she’s rushing forward, giving him a huge hug.

“Uncle Clark!” She cheers, hugging him tightly. Pulling back to ask him why he’s there, she stops. “Why are you sad?” She asks, the words falling out of her mouth. She hadn’t noticed it before, but she could feel a cloud surrounding him and her parents. It was worse than it’d ever been before, and she was confused why she didn’t know until she walked in. Most of the time she knew if someone in her family was upset. Especially something like this. It was a mixture. Her parents were really worried, but her Uncle? He was just sad. Very sad.

“Marinette-” He starts, and she takes a step back. It was something serious. Something really bad happened. He never used her full name. Never.

“What’s wrong?” She asks, frowning. Uncle Clark glances at her parents before looking back at her.

“Something happened, sweetheart. Conner is- he’s missing.” He says softly. Marinette’s eyes narrow.

“He can’t be. Today’s call Conner day.” She says firmly, trying to ignore all of the negative feelings in the room and instead reaching out for Conner. She’d never really tried it before. When she was littler, the stars would tell her who to reach out to. But they’d been quiet lately. Not silent, but quiet. And as she reaches out for Conner, but feels nothing, a sick feeling grows in her stomach. She glances around the room, trying hard to figure it out. Because if Conner was…if he was really gone, her parents would be sad too, right? They would care? But the emotions coming from her parents are so different than what’s coming from her Uncle. Ignoring the tears springing up in her eyes, Marinette drops her bag and runs. She runs as fast as she can to the safety of her room, and once she’s there, she doesn’t stop. She runs until she’s on her balcony. And once she’s there, she lets herself break. She falls to her knees and sobs as she continues to try and reach out for Conner. She can feel Jon, even from an ocean away. But she can’t feel Conner. She can’t find him. Just a dark pit where he used to be. And she didn’t want to feel her Uncle’s pain anymore, because it was making it too real. Because his sadness was overwhelming her. She couldn’t tell where his pain ended and hers began, but she knew she was in pain. Because Conner was gone. And she didn’t know where he was.

“Hey Mari.” Her Uncle says softly, moving to sit next to her. Marinette scoots away from him, sending him a glare.

“What really happened?” She asks, her voice shaking.

“What?” He asks. She huffs.

“I can’t- You’re really, really sad.” She says her voice breaking on the word ‘sad’. “And I can’t find Conner.” She says, not bothering to explain more. Her Uncle Clark believed her about the stars. And feeling things from people. Her parents…didn’t. And that was okay, but her Uncle believed her and right now she couldn’t explain more. Like how she knew Conner wasn’t just missing. That he was really gone.

“His friends were in trouble.” Her Uncle says, his voice barely audible. “He uh, he wanted to protect them, no matter the cost.” He says. Marinette lets out a sob, lunging towards her Uncle and clinging to him as she cries. He holds her, and she lets herself break as she feels the Conner shaped hole in her chest, feels her Uncle’s tears fall onto the top of her head.

“Why didn’t you tell maman and papa?” She asks once her cries have died down to sniffles. Her Uncle winces.

“That’s- it’s a long story, sweetheart.” He says. Marinette frowns.

“Are you gonna try to save him?” She asks.

“What?”

“Conner. Is there a way to bring him back? Is that why you didn’t tell them he’s gone?” She asks. She didn’t wanna think of the other possibility. That Conner was really gone. That he was never coming back. But Uncle Clark’s face contorts, the pain clear on his face. And Marinette knows. There’s no hope. Conner’s gone. Her big brother is gone.

---

Nearly three months had passed since Marinette had found out about Conner’s…since she knew he was gone. She still called on her call Conner day. Even though no one ever answered, she always left him a voicemail. Because the world they lived in had super heroes. And weird things happened all the time. So if one day Conner came back, she didn’t want him to think he’d been forgotten. Or that they didn’t care. So every week she left him a voicemail. No matter how bad it hurts sometimes.

“Hey sweetheart. How was school?” Her maman asks as she walks in. Marinette shrugs, giving her a fake smile. Her Uncle still hadn’t told her parents about Conner. Marinette didn’t understand why. But it did mean that they didn’t care when she took the time to call Conner. They still thought he might come back. And, secretly (despite her Uncle telling her it wasn’t possible), Marinette agreed. There was a chance for her brother to come back, even if it was a small one.

“I’m gonna go call Conner.” She says, dragging her feet slightly as she climbs up to her room. Dropping her bag, she grabs her phone and moves to her balcony. It was always easier to call from outside. Hitting the call button, she sits back to wait for the usual ‘please leave a message after the beep’. Instead the ringing cuts off early.

“Hello?” A familiar voice says, breaking slightly. Marinette’s eyes widen.

“Conner?” She chokes out.

“Hey kiddo.” He says, and she immediately starts crying. Reaching out tentatively, she sobs. The Conner shaped hole was gone. His emotions were confusing, but so were hers. Conner was back though, and that was all that mattered.

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Tag list:  @maribat-calendar-events  @stainedglassm @kittenmywaythrulife @laydeekrayzee @doll246 @queenz-z @deathssilentapproach-blog @literaryhiraeth @unoriginalmess @kking13  @toodaloo-kangaroo  @crazylittlemunchkin @buttercupsbitch @jayjayspixiepop @iloontjeboontje  @idontwannaexistsopleasekillme

#supermari #supermari may 2022 #temporary character death #maribat #maribat conner kent #maribat marinette dupain cheng #maribat clark kent #maribat fic #maribat found family #platonic relationships #maribat platonic relationships

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

aaa fuck. pla dhau thoughts.

#the nemesis speaks #pla dhau #lol hi everyone who wasnt here for the msa version of this. sometimes a dishonored au just possesses me #anyway. was thinking about if ghetsis is the lord regent... who's N? #and then i thought. what if he's sort of like delilah in that he's a forgotten relative of the royal family via a servant #and ghetsis found this out when he was real little and was like OHOHO. and scooped him up to brainwash a la bw #bc his reign is still technically SUPPOSED to be temporary. buuut... if he can get his puppet on the throne legitimately... #which he thinks will be easy he just has to convince the population that the current heir will never be fit to rule #and with the actual royal line terminated this kid is the next best bet! and look! he can even kind of talk! he's not a statue! #then i think emmet should get ahold of his other ear and do some anti brainwashing and maybe eventually rope him into the Plots #as like... an older brother figure. i think thats fun

[thormanick]

so the. the, um. the letters-

#genshin impact #shaking crying sobbing WELL THAT WAS FUN #alice’s letter was increasingly well-written #no fr just. it’s a temporary event mhy what- #like all the lore on diluc AND his connections #and then Kaeya’s letters???? don’t even get me started #first of all after all THEY ARE STILL FAMILY I- *screeches in found family trope* #second of all #casually dropping the name of the king of Khaenri’ah for funzies in a secret location of a temporary event #look normally I’m very ok with info being temporary/unavailable but like #this is IMPORTANT #not only for character development but for the general lore #but anyways that’s not the point #the point is that I shall quietly go touch some grass and either spontaneously combust because of emotions #or just cry idk #genshin impact diluc #genshin impact kaeya #genshin impact lore #afinna explores teyvat

[animationismycomfort]

what I’m mad about is that the ant bully is like found family but without the happy life that the family gets at the end

#I mean not to say their ending is sad it’s not #but like…..you’ve got a family bond growing #but yet he still has to leave… #I know that’s how it is sometimes #especially since it wasn’t temporary #but like #im still salty #im gonna pretend he visits on the weekend #cause I’m completely normal about their family potential #I promise #my stuffy stuff #ant bully #weird takes #idk #found family #kinda?

[ghostbeam]

Faye makes me so fucking sad I hate everything

#rewatching my funny Valentine btw #she is just so tragic to me #imagine being frozen for literal years and waking up with mountains of debt from something u didn’t even choose #and then a man manipulates u into a relationship fresh out of a fucking coma and then fakes his death and leaves u with HIS DEBT #and on top of that u don’t know who u were before and u have no information about ur old life #and any piece u get of it is a dead end #and ur home is practically nothing #and so u try to make a home with these people you’ve found and maybe they’re not perfect and maybe it’s all a little unconventional #but ur taken care of and ur looked after even though no one wants to admit that they care about each other #but it’s all temporary anyways because ur all chasing something #but when u find ur something it’s actually nothing #and when u go home half of the people u call family are gone and another has a death wish #and where does that leave u!!!!!! #(anyways spike didn’t die and he came home and jet and Faye patched him up) #(and Ed visits when she can and they’re all happy the end) #sorry guys these characters make me actually insane #like I will not shut up if I start in on them it’s so bad #ghost thoughts

[blackveine]

Language: English

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 6638

Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series)

Rating: General Audiences

Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Character(s): Percival "Percy" Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III, Pike Trickfoot

Additional Tags: mention of others, pre-stream, Angst, Maybe early days of Pike's crush, Though Percy's of course oblivious, Friendship, at the very least, Found Family, Death, I guess Major Character Death but canonical and temporary

Summary: In the wake of Pike's temporary death, Percy is struck by the change in her hair color and what it reveals to the others about his past.

#fic rec #critical role #critical role c1 #the legend of vox machina #tlovm #critical role fic rec #critical role c1 fic rec #tlovm fic rec #percy de rolo #tlovm pike #percival fredrickstein von musel klossowski de rolo iii #pike trickfoot #angst #found family #major character death #temporary character death

[mcytrauma]

― one day i met god (turns out, he’s an idiot)

author - Sunshine_3 status - completed length - 10 chapters / 33.9k words dynamics - crime boys, sbi, disc duo worldbuilding - gods & goddesses  genre/tropes - hurt/comfort, fluff, angst / found family, good!dream content warnings - injury, temporary character death, implied murder

summary

Every year, the Tournament of the Gods is held to determine who is worthy to gain the favor of the universe’s deities.

This year, Tommy is determined to win, to be the youngest person ever to claim a victory.

Not because he wants to be blessed or anything. He just thinks it’s funny.

—

An AU in which Tommy Innit it just a mortal vibin’ and doing his thing and the rest of SBI are gods who have claimed him as their favorite.

thoughts - this!! was so cute!! i love seeing sbi just Be Happy in fics with as little strain on the family dynamic at possible oml. also!! i’m a sucker for well written fics with a good disc duo (/pos) dynamic going on. this warmed my heart, i’m really glad i took the time to read this fic /gen

#📖: one day i met god (turns out he’s an idiot) #💐: the predicament of being mortal (while being much too loved) #✏️: Sunshine_3 #🌷: completed #🥀: 10+ chapters #🥀: 25k+ wc #🌺: tommy centric #🐝: crime boys #🐝: sleepy bois inc #🐝: disc duo #🌐: gods & goddesses au #🌻: angst #🌻: hurt/comfort #🌻: fluff #🌼: found family #🌼: good!dream #🚫: character injury #🚫: temporary character death #🚫: implied/referenced murder #tommyinnit fic rec #sbi fic rec #disc duo fic rec #crime boys fic rec #dsmp fic rec #dream smp fic rec #mcyt fic rec #one day i met god (turns out he’s an idiot)

[autisticlee]

I need more Canadian friends so I can have more support and help to try to move there. but how do you meet people from a specific place when I can't even figure out how to meet and talk to people who share the same interests as me 😅

#im disabled and useless so the government doesnt want me because i cant do an acceptable job #i cant mentally deal with school (or afford it) #my only option is to date a canadian and have them sponsor me.... #the more candian friends i have the bigger i cam cast my net and try to find a partner #eveb jf theyre just temporary for a few years or however long we are required to be together or whatever #but it would also be nice to also have My Person and someone to help pay bills #i have two friends there who actually want me to live with them 😭 thats a first!!! #and i also want to help them out of their situations and get their own place that they cant afford alone #but getting there is so hard and i need help. gettinf help is so hard for me. i dont know how to get it or where #and for some reason im the type of person most people refuse to help. like my existence isnt compelling to be liked enough 😭 #idk what to do. ive been goggling every day and haven't gotten anywhere #i just want to create a cute found family and have a place i belong and also live in a place that's maybe a little better than here #but it's so hard. i might just have to accept my fate of never leaving here until my parents are gone and im kicked onto the streets alone #and never having a place to belong or my own found family to live with #if i knew how to meet more people and be likable then maybe id have a chance but ugh im out of options and literally do not know what to do #lee rambles

[l3o-lion]

Lemme just-

Dumps lots of bird (mostly pigeon) pictures on you

Bonus old image of a poor wet pigeon getting chased by one of my buddies (who, fun fact, didn't have any tail feathers at the time, but he's grown them back by now).

This image reminds me of that meme format with the floating t-posing person chasing someone through a hallway.

#pigeons #og leo post #leo talks #my buddies #im so normal about birds #ive found the cure for depression #it is pigeons #unfortunately it's only temporary #but since i go out to them pretty much every day it works reasonably well #if I haven't hung out with the birds at least once a day my mood absolutely plummets #at some point my family is gonna get tired of my constant game of 'say pigeon every single time you see a pigeon'