#dreaming.txt

[bronanlynch]

there are plenty of more important things that I think ao3 should address and even like. plenty of more important tags that I think should be fixed however it is extremely funny to me that if you tag something as "newtypes" it's linked to the canonical tag "Newtypes (Gundam Wing)" when not only is that not the show where newtypes originated, it also just straight up does not have actual newtypes in it at all

like. why

[thethornprince]

the EMOTIONS i felt when scar asked for grians boots. 3l flashbacks for real.

[lifetrader]

also i got a big fuckin guy today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[himacey]

My dream started off with us in high school

We were in love like way more in love than we could ever be.

One day after school after a shift, you got mad at me for something so dumb. We started arguing, and as it progressed I walked outside, and everything turned into a Tim burton film. The sky was orange and the clouds were black. I went to you in your class, and I told you it was over. You looked at me, and just said “okay” (softly). I walked out and as I headed back to class I was encountered by these massive principles, they dragged me through the concrete floor and threw me into this dungeon of an iss room. No sunlight was let in, only 3 lamps were lit up, one on the teachers desk to see the board, the other 2 across each other in the middle of the classroom. It was dim yellow in there, you could see the waves of your hands moving, while I was in there, lots of females were trying to mess with me, but I kept pushing away. I felt trapped and stuck in my head. I would dream about you, in my dreams. So a dream in a dream, these dreams would show you depressed, crying, loathing, then hatred, then moving on.

Then I would dream another dream so a dream inside of a dream inside of a dream.

That dream was of you liking clowns. Not really relevant, but in that dream it was like a dream that was supposed to be what’s inside of your head. It was dark, and green, it was inside of a theater. There’s creatures running around, clowns riding giant bicycles.

It looked insane, it was thundering inside this classical theater. Eventually I sit down and the curtains begin to ring back, the sound of an old projector started to rumble, and A movie started to play. It was life through your eyes. I understood what you felt and what you thought. I woke up out of that dream, into the dream of me in iss, I leaped into the hallway, but everything was falling apart the lights were flickering on and off, tiles on the ceiling missing I just started to book it to your class, when I made it there everyone around you was pitch black, except for you. You were glowing and I took your hand and tried to take you with me, But you refused.

It felt like I had been stabbed so many times in the heart, I asked you why even though I knew exactly how I made you feel. I opened Instagram and saw that you deleted all our pics together, but I didn’t delete any of ours. I tried to tell you I was sorry, and that I loved you, but you shut me out, I decided to walk out and as soon as I stepped outside your class the school was back to normal except now I was the one who was pitch black

[rokagomba09]

My dream is your dream

[astagnoja]

the desire to be a fluffy cat lying on a rock warmed by the sun is strong today

[hatsun3mikus]

Hello.... please follow my art blog if you would like to, it would really mean a lot!!! @artsquidd !!

[lotsa-beans]

I can't believe *brief pause* ravioli ravioli what's in the pocketoli beat Dear Evan Hansen for best musical

the highlight of my school's improv night

[whatliesdreaming]

it’s fun to schedule posts for characters birthdays throughout the day

actually remembering the day they fall on though? 😔

[bronanlynch]

palisade really is a show abt messy situationships and the many consequences thereof huh. like between the extended brnine love triangle/polycule (now with clem back in the mix due to her ~history w gucci), cori's extremely normal and uncomplicated feelings abt elle evensong, everything that the chimeric cadent has got going on,

[bronanlynch]

my @klapollo-minibang fic ft. beautiful art by @acerunaway !! post-Ace Attorney 4 trans woman Klavier x trans man Apollo

snapshots of a relationship, and of Klavier finding herself

OR, Apollo leaned back against the wall, sighing loudly. Klavier could sympathize; normally she enjoyed a party, even an annual legal networking gala, but this year she would’ve stayed home if she thought it wouldn’t just make people gossip more.

“That bad?” she said, and Apollo laughed humorlessly and shook his head. His black tie was loose and crooked, as though he’d been tugging at it nervously all evening. And after she’d tied it for him so carefully too.

(Not that he couldn’t tie his own tie, of course. It was a skill he’d been proud to teach himself as a teenager, and he did it every day for work. But she liked to tie his ties for him, just as he liked to help her with the clasps of necklaces, pressing a kiss to the nape of her neck when she bowed her head so that he could reach.)

[bronanlynch]

sorry to be oversensitive I guess but I wish people weren't constantly saying "you don't actually understand miles edgeworth unless you've played both investigations games" like that feels so dismissive towards the original ace attorney trilogy and how effective and nuanced his characterization is there (also I've played aai1 and I enjoyed it but it didn't like. tell me anything new and groundbreaking abt who he is as a person. and as someone who is bad at the technology needed to emulate it and does not have the temperament to watch a let's play of a puzzle game aai2 is inaccessible to me so. y'know. feels great when people say that makes me a fake fan of a character I care a lot abt)

[bronanlynch]

the thing abt nirvana in fire is that it’s the show of all time it’s a tragedy it’s a workplace comedy it’s abt how incredibly tense it can be to watch a bunch of people have conversations it’s abt how satisfying it is when a plan comes together it’s abt political corruption and how the role of the government should be to help the people it’s abt how fun it is to see people get what they have coming to them it’s abt how your parents left you with a ruined world and you’re determined to make it better for the people who come after you even if you don’t get to be part of it it’s abt thinking you’ve made yourself unloveable and unrecognizable to everyone who once loved you only to find out that they still recognize you and love you for who you are it’s abt generational trauma and cycles of violence and truth and justice and loyalty and family and betrayal it’s a ghost story it’s a tragedy it’s a triumph and running through all of it it’s abt love it’s literally everything

[bronanlynch]

ok but the thing abt utena is that unfortunately most of the posts that I see abt it online are people doing incredibly annoying elitist "well actually you need to be very very smart to understand anything abt the show at all, it's all So obtuse and esoteric that you need 10 phds to figure out what the themes are" bullshit so it's extremely funny to watch it and realize that no actually I do not think they could make these metaphors anymore obvious. half of the metaphors aren't even metaphorical at this point they are just showing you the thing that is happening

[bronanlynch]

thinking longingly of the 50 episode version of gwitch where they have time for dawn of fold leftist infighting and also more of the complicated chuchu-nika-norea-sophie-suletta-miorine love polygon

[bronanlynch]

written for @kvzzine kazuma & barok van zieks rated t; 3.7k words post-canon (major spoilers) ft. parallels, memories, and the future of the legal system

in which the past begins to repeat

OR, Can we even call ourselves the judiciary, he’d said one late night, with dark circles like ink smudges under his eyes, if what we do is no longer justice? And how can it be justice, if it’s distributed so unevenly? If the laws that apply to poor men don’t apply to rich men?

In retrospect, it was easy for Barok to see how much Klint had been struggling, like a fracture in a glass that went unnoticed, growing imperceptibly until it shattered entirely and you were left with the broken pieces and blood on your hands. But at the time Barok had thought that Klint was just tired, that he would regain his confidence once he’d brought the Professor to justice. And Barok had been tired as well, busy with his last few months of university.

He’d cursed himself for that later; as if his academic record had mattered when his brother needed him.