#and not like normal boring dreams

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

wild to me that there are people who have no desire to paint their walls in fun ways. and i don't just mean "people who choose sad neutral colors on purpose" i mean: why aren't more homeowners out there scribbling on their walls? it's your property, you can paint and color and draw whatever you want to! when did we as a species stop fingerpainting our homes that was a mistake

[egophiliac]

don't think I'm not still obsessing over 7-12

[bemejaybee]

Also lately I’ve been having trouble with remembering old dreams and they feel like memories. Just leaving that here for future me’s archeological digs to find

[kaisollisto]

(Based off of the reality of having a metal ring in your back as a constant reminder of your fate and how that affects you as a person set in the Switzerland arc)

“Does it hurt?” 

Ava’s pressed face down into the pillow sleep curling around her limbs. She hums, she can’t remember what she says, she’s exhausted. Her arms are tangled beneath her pillow. She holds her fingers tightly between each other, her bones ache from the pressure but her hands no longer shake. Ava hasn’t experienced this before, a fear that haunts her at night. (She finds she cannot stop dreaming about dying. It’s stifling in the cover of night trying to figure out where she is.) 

She slowly opens her eyes and squints in the darkness. Beatrice is facing her a furrow in her brow that Ava knows she’s doing unconsciously. Ava’s lip quirks a smidgen, Beatrice looks funny. It’s a bit silly to her, Beatrice no doubt working out a solution to an unknown problem that Ava has yet to see in the middle of the night. In her sleepy state she wants to laugh at the imaginary cogs churning in Beatrice’s head. 

Beatrice scooches closer and Ava panics, her skin can taste the dust of Bea’s forearm. She hoists herself up on her elbows, turning to face Beatrice. “Wha?” Ava’s shaking off bits of sleep from her mouth when Beatrice repeats herself. 

“Does the Halo hurt?” 

She doesn’t know if she wants to answer that. Ava peers over Beatrice squinting at the harsh light of the digital clock on Beatrice’s side. Ava loves it, it reminds her of the early 2000’s and the aesthetic of waking up to an alarm to go somewhere. The clock blinks an innocent 1:43 Am, and Ava debates on letting her head thump back down. 

She turns her body on her side, she can feel the halo shifting in her back and it makes her want to throw up. The sides of the halo press against her shoulder blades and Ava resists the urge to yank it out. She grits her teeth and settles ignoring the skin of her back pulling tight to accommodate for the ring. Beatrice is still expecting an answer and Ava can’t lie to her, she pulls the covers of the sheet up to her chest hoping to bide more time for an answer. 

"Everything hurts Bea," Ava smiles, "getting my ass handed to me is hard work."

Beatrice frowns displeased but looks at her through her lashes, it's unguarded, the stress and worries of the world stay out of their room in the dead of night. Her lashes are so pretty and Ava wants to curse the soft glow of the moon. There’s just enough moonlight to illuminate her eyes but overshadow her freckles. Ava swallows down the taste of defeat, she can’t win, she thinks. 

Her gaze is soft, Beatrice is looking at her and it’s different yet the same. The same feeling in her chest constricting her lungs, the same soft gaze of Beatrice. Beatrice who likes what she sees in Ava when Ava can barely see where she begins. She doesn’t like to dwell on it, the truth of the matter being what belongs to Ava.

If she closes her eyes she can pretend just a little longer. She can give herself the hope of the future and what comes after all this. She can put down the fighting and the artifact and live. Ava doesn't want to think about it anymore, at least not tonight when Beatrice is here with her. 

Beatrice is soft. She knows it from hours and hours of training. She's felt it when Beatrice corrects her form, in the way she talks. She speaks from a place of care like she has turned the harsh words in her brain over and over to soften the syllables spoken to Ava. And Ava doesn't linger on it, the meaning behind it, (Ava didn't think she'd make it this far, finding a person who cares quite like Bea does.)

And Ava's got it bad, she knows she's fucked because Beatrice doesn’t say anything about her language and Ava can't not tell her the truth. She looks down, her hand fiddling with the bed sheet underneath them. 

"It doesn't hurt," if she thinks about it she can feel the fibers of the cotton between the pads of her fingers. "But it's very uncomfortable." She doesn't want to find the response in Beatrice's eyes, content to hear it from her voice. The soft British lilting accent that holds her just as soft as a touch. 

She waits, she can picture Bea’s mannerisms with her eyes closed but maybe she should check just to be sure. Ava peers up at Beatrice and she’s suddenly closer. Her eyes really are pretty, there’s a depth to them that Ava wants to spend an ungodly amount of time studying.

“Can I help?” (part 2)

[spilling-blood]

It should not be possible to dream about work.

[maudiemoods]

Ok not cool why am I hearing voices

[egophiliac]

YEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHH

[femslashspuffy]

We had gsa movie night tonight and the film was chosen just by description from a poll (it was debs) and I show up and someone asked me "so do you think they're gonna be lumity cute or caitlyn and vi cute" and I was like "oh ive actually already seen this movie, I love it" and they were like "oh so is it caitlyn and vi cute or lumity cute" and I was like..... "ok who are those women and ive barely seen the owl house" which resulted in a wholeee lot of gay people getting on me for not watching arcane or the owl house

Like guys.... I dont watch things bc they are gay.... I watch things bc I like them.......

This is why I didnt go at all last year but I am being strong and I will hold out in the gay war that will forever be heartstopper or iwtv. Please, people, please, I am a supernatural and hannibal enjoyer. I will watch killing eve and orange is the new black but I'll probably never finish owl house 😔

[thegreatyin]

The Scoundrel would totally do red honey wouldn't they? They wouldn't care about the poor schmuck with bees in their brain at all

maybe even black honey if they were feeling extra stupid one day.

funny you should ask because i've thought about this. way too much. and my conclusion is. well. they'd do it but only conditionally. and by conditionally i mean if you presented it to them they'd happily do it but when you tell them how it's farmed they'd be upset for the wrong reasons

[rival-rook]

Just woke up from a dream where I was riding my beautiful Síf out on the trail and was conditioning her for endurance... My sleepy brain even made up a training schedule for her :(

[skitskatdacat63]

I am Sisyphus the way I "suddenly" have a brilliant art idea, except it's always literally the exact same paper doll concept I've had for years on end since I started drawing digitally. The concept that never ever gets finished. But I SWEAR this time it'll work, I swear it!!!

I want to draw boy king "get ready with me" 😞 I want to draw layers(idea I've had at least 20 times atp) surely I'd finish it. Surely.

[jamieylnn]

i had a dream last night that i was playing ashton on critical role for taliesin for some reason only dream logic could explain. ashley was playing yasha, liam was playing caleb, and sam was playing FCG and for some reason they all were turned and attacking ashton and i had to have ash run past them all to try and escape the room they were in, which was incidentally a classroom in my high school (thanks for coming back to haunt me nearly 20 years later, high school). after all the opportunity attacks, matt told me that ashton had 1hp left and i immediately started panicking that everyone on the internet would hate me because i was going to accidentally kill ashton.

anyway, if work could stop being stressful so my subconscious will quit with torturing me via my comfort show that would be great!

[kiruliom]

Dude we get you, we have so many of those types of dreams, like those types where a dream happens on the same place another dream happened you know? Like, we have a whole damn city already (literally, it all happens in diferent places of the same city)

But theres this one dream that was like: i am crawling in a vent and i fall inside a room, its an L shaped white room with a blue floor, kinda like a hospital, from what i remember there was no door on the room, there is a scientist and it seems hes been there for a while, theres also some sciency stuff on a table, me and the scientist talk for a while and basicly become friends, untill i dont remember what happend but he said that i needed to get out, not in a warning or worrying way, he was very calm, nothing was happening, he was just saying i needed to get out of the room by crawling in a vent on the floor, i was crying cause i didnt want to forget him and never see him again, but he said it was all ok and that i need to do this or something, and when i went through the vent i woked up tearing up

I love my imercive dream dude, its all like, idk, só cool, like going to a different dimention

@gender-mailman

RIGHTTTT ITS BOTH SO FUN AND SO FRUSTRATING

we do not have a dream city but we have consistent dream places, a hotel, the poolrooms, a neverending apartment complex with stairs fucked in all kinds (down then up, too steep, straight up missing), minecraft???

they end up feeling more like home after a certain point. I even stopped calling my bad dreams nightmares because they dont feel that bad (in one I got chased by michael myers who was in love with me so yk)

[bumpscosity]

can weirdmageddon start already i'm getting bored here

[future-circuit]

there should be a ygo sevens tourney just for sevens characters. or even a bridge tourney and include go rush while we're at it. i need to see one of them win something.

[freakish-hazzard]

do you ever have a dream so strange, otherworldly, beautiful, vivid and enchanting, yet so so anxiety inducing and stressful to the point it hurt a bit DURING the DREAM, that when you wake up, you feel sad that its over and you wont always remember it? or that you feel like a new person with new and important experiences?