#centre of my dreams

[neon-catarina]

dreamcore mind........

[surreal-duck]

june brides in may

[stubz]

"You said you'd be better after the Tri-Eclipse festival, when we all come back from vacation."

"Yeah that's right."

"Will you promise me that you'll run with me when we get back?"

"...I'll do my best. Yeah. I'll do my best buddy."

.

"Max when we get back after the holidays will you run with me?"

"Yeah. I'll start training, practice running."

"Oh yeah, cause it's been a long time since you ran."

"Yeah...almost 2 months...wow."

..

"Got any plans for the 2 weeks we get off?"

"Yeah I'm gonna train."

"Train for what?"

"Running. I told the kids I'd run with them when we get back."

"Aww that's cute. But yeah you need to test things out right? Start off slow so as to not overdue it when you play with them again."

"Yeah...wanna hear something funny?"

"Sure."

"I, I miss running. I know I said I hate running and that I only ran with the kids because it's good exercise but...I miss it." he puts down his fork. Staring at his plate of food from the ship's cafeteria. He continues.

"I had a dream last night. I was on Earth, in a field of tall grass and flowers, it was summer. The sun was shining, a beautiful warmth on my skin, with a cool gentle breeze on my skin. I was barefoot. I could run and I ran for miles. I ran even after my lungs were on fire, even when the sun went down...I miss running."

"Mmm"

...

Going on field trip. Yanosh came early so we took the noon shuttle. Come as soon as you can. Shuttle A-11.

'I didn't know we had a field trip today.' he thought after reading the text Kim sent.

He grabbed his hoodie and the other emergency bag and made his way to the shuttles. Luckily the A-11 was an express and he would be wherever it was going in 20 minutes.

12 minutes into the ride he noticed that they were approaching Earth.

....

Turn left in 200 meters...You have reached your destination.

"...ha haha hahahahaha! Are you guys serious?!"

"Surprise Max!!"

In front of the young man was his class of youngling alien children (with a handful of humans ones), co-worker and friend. Standing in a field of tall grass and flowers. Yanosh and Kim held a banner saying congratulations.

"I know you've been training in the gym but I thought you'd want your first real run to be somewhere...special."

He scooped his friend into a hug. Then pulled in the children until they were all sent crashing down into a pile full of laughter and giggles.

"You ready?"

"Yeah, yeah definitely!"

"READY KIDS?!"

"YEAH!"

"LET'S GOOO!"

And for the first time in 2 months human Max ran. Past the slowest ones first. He tried to pat every one of them on the head as he flew bye. Broke through the pack of the average runners. A laugh trailed behind him. One by one surpassed the faster one's. His unused lungs somehow allowing him to whoop in-between pants.

He raced every child. Played every game he could not play before. Carried those who longed to be carried again. He ran despite the burning in his lungs and the sweat in his eyes. He ran through the pain in his feet and the exhaustion in his body until he collapsed.

Laying there in the dirt surrounded by the children and his friend he smiled. And he wore that smile in his sleep on the way back to the centre.

[puppyeared]

Was nobody gonna warn me that I would fall a little bit in love with every character in Stardew

[kindred-spirit-93]

reigning queen of ithaca, the lovely penelope

@bookwormgirl123 hello sweet person. your reblog of my trio post yesterday made my heart smile so enjoy more of my naiad muffin <3

bonus mama and son doodle:

telemachus rarely sees his mother with her hair down both literally and metaphorically. single handedly ruling a kingdom is no easy task yet somehow she manages to do it whilst raising the sweetest boi ever.

here he asked for his favourite story of his father... how he won her heart :')

[isagnesalive]

Thoughts on the possible hill top road adventure?

i am so excited for this

i know i shouldnt get my hopes up but.. im kind of like. hoping for SOME mention of agnes montague or agnes fielding. i’ll even take the crumbs of “they were CONSIDERING building an orphanage/child home here”

im excited yes

[coockie8]

i once had an anti tell me to stop sexualizing their trauma on a story i wrote that was a word for word retelling of my own actual trauma but with names changed and its been 2 years and i still cant stop thinking about that

Ah, yeah... Unfortunately a non-insignificant number of antishippers seem to genuinely believe they own the concept of trauma, so any story they read that they believe to be portrayed in a romanticized or sexualized light therefore must be romanticizing/sexualizing their trauma specifically.

I couldn't tell you the amount of times I've gotten the "stop sexualizing my trauma!!!!!!" or adjacent comments from antishippers that universally garner a response that basically boils down to

Like, bitch! I'm talking about my trauma! I literally did not even know you existed until you fucking commented!

[princeloww]

I had a weird dream

It looked like this

[shopcat]

the nature of life is you will always have dreams about school even if you haven't been to school for 10 years

[piplupod]

nightmares nightmares nightmares every goddamn night. im tired.

even crueler was this one I was about to get away from the family, i was packing my bag, i was going to be free after a terrible terrible dinner with them where they'd been so angry at me like usual because I'd spoken things that didnt match their opinions (flew directly in the face of their opinions, but only out of genuine worry for them because I cannot help but care about them, they're family, they've had good moments towards me, I've grown up with them, it is nigh impossible to let all that go and not care about them) and I decided to leave, it wasn't safe anymore, I'd spoken too out of turn, but i was going to be free of them. but i woke up just as I was walking out the door, my nightmares and dreams can't even let me have a taste of that freedom, it's too painful and close to hope i guess. incredibly cruel!

[digitalbeachrave]

really miss my old foster cat Tommie. I should’ve just adopted him. He was my lil guy.

[verecunda]

Ewen pulled his bonnet lower on his brows, and, bending his head against the sleety blast, set his face with the rest towards the fatal stretch of moorland, the last earthly landscape that many a man there would ever see. But over that possibility he was not troubling himself; he was wondering whether it were possible to be much hungrier, and what his foster-brothers would do when they returned and found him gone into battle without them. And like a litany he repeated to himself, to be sure that he remembered them aright, the directions Mac Dhomhnuill Duibh had given him: 'Half-way up the southern slope of Beinn Bhreac, about a hundred paces to the right of the waterfall...' Just as they were all taking up their positions, a gleam of sun shot through the heavy, hurrying clouds and fell bright upon the moving tartans, Stewart and Cameron, Fraser, Mackintosh, Maclean, and MacDonald, lighting too the distant hills of Ross across the firth, whence Cromarty came not, and the high ground over the Nairn water on the other hand, where Cluny Macpherson was hurrying towards them with his clan, to arrive too late. Then the gleam went out, and the wind howled anew in the faces of those who should spend themselves to death unavailingly, and those who should hold back for a grudge; it fluttered plaid and tugged at eagle's feather and whipped about him the cloak of the young man for whom the flower of the North stood here to be slain; and faint upon it, too, came now and then the kettledrums of Cumberland's advance.

The Flight of the Heron, D.K. Broster

[coolerontheinternetdotcom]

i think i talk too much, and i know about it, i do. i know i interrupt people mid conversation, i know i cant control my volume, i know that sometimes i talk too fast and nobody knows what i’m saying, and i know i get off topic and i rant and i ramble and i scream. and i know that. and i want to stop, i want to shut up, i don’t want to be self centred or ignorant or overbearing, i don’t want people to roll their eyes or stop listening half way through. i’m sorry when i interrupt but just know that i can barely keep up with my thoughts. they zoom around in my brain like a school of fish and once i catch one i must announce it before it slips out of my grip. im sorry i talk too much, sometimes i wish i wouldn’t talk at all just so you wouldn’t look at me like that.

[angelcatsiel]

Had a dream that I was in my own personal supernatural episode. I was out with Sam and Dean visiting crime scenes and interviewing people and investigating. Turned out this girl's dad was experimenting with weird magic to try and cure her cancer and somehow turned her into a shapeshifter (?!?) and she turned into a dog but then dog her kept killing people. Idk it got weird and it's a little hazy now. Anyway the last thing I remember clearly is managing to knock this dog out and just as it was falling asleep after killing 3 people I was like 'aw is the dog eepy now? is the dog really eepy?' and it wagged its tail at me and then I woke up

[tleeaves]

Don't know what I ate today but my nightmares be WILD tonight. I can hardly explain any of this but I am still scared of heights and falling apparently, and also hot things.

[teastarfall]

a few months ago i had this weird dream that there was an official little nightmares 2 webseries and i was so sad when i woke up and realised that it was just a dream lol.

i don’t remember many of the details but from what i can remember the series was quite short, maybe around 4-5 episodes long and each episode was centred around each of the main antagonists from the game. (if i were to guess the order would go from the hunter to the thin man, just like in the actual game itself) i think it might’ve been 2D animation too??? i remember i binged watched it in one sitting and enjoyed it a lot tho haha