Dream wakes up with his heart racing in his trustworthy space surrounded by obsdian that protected him, he did not understand what had happened only remembering small fragments of the nightmares he had had.
Think about him waking up every night or early morning in the same way, scared and shaky with only vague memories of what had woken him up so intensely.
Sometimes he dreams of him and his friends (his family), peacefully building the community house, laughing and joking like in the old days until Dream climbs on the brick structure to place the rest of them, when he least realizes he is falling and before hearing the sound of his head suffering from the impact he wakes up with his heart racing.
Sometimes he dreams more abstract things, he is in white spaces where every time he walks there are red footprints, or sometimes he is eaten alive between the fangs of a dog, sometimes he cannot speak or produce any sound, drowning in words that he cannot release or shout, sometimes He is at the bottom of the sea sinking like another weight, sometimes he holds a sword and there are the corpses of those he loved the most (and loves, he still loves them)
He is confused with no memory of what caused him to wake up, but only knows that he can't go back to sleep after that because his heart feels painfully heavy.
In the end, after a while of the exact same thing happening, he stops trying to sleep.
the relationship between me and this one random girl who reads my fic is so special and i'm not even joking. it's like we're penpals, revealing to each other our entire lives in the comment section of my ao3 soc fic, where we started out not even knowing each other's names, but now she is a huge part of keeping me happy and alive
sometimes while i think about that while a lot of adults did not treat me very well as a kid i also get a lot of 'in hindsight this person was so good to me and i didnt even realize it until now' as an adult. today i was thinking about how the first anime convention i ever went to was when i was 10 and i asked the man working the manga cafe what manga was/what a good place to start was (because the con was very overstimulating for me and i had gotten lost) and he asked how old i was before recommending yotsuba and asking if i wanted any water or something to eat. its really simple but theres a lot of bad things that couldve happened or he could've been careless in his recommendation, but instead yotsuba has remained one of my favorite manga for years, and probably a large portion of why i continue to read manga as an adult... i think adults who try to involve kids in the world safely/kindly even in little ways make so much more of a difference than they ever really know.
i gotta make an art thing to submit as part of my midterm tomorrow, sposed to be some art inspired by stuff we learned about. i think before class i will draw one of the jaguar reliefs from chavin de huantar. except it will be wearing jordans
You and Simon will be that one couple who argues respectfully disagrees about how long they've been together.
And like the wonderful, attentive Missus that he is, when Simon brings it up on your anniversary, you tell him that you two positively weren't dating those first six months even though you absolutely were.
"That so, luv?" "Yeah, it is, Simon! Where the hell was I if we were dating then, huh?" You swore you had him with that.
Silence. Simon regarded you with an even stare.
"You were with me."
Oh. Shit. Bubble busted, then.
And now that you think of it, it's not like Simon would let just anybody wear his clothes if he wasn't dating them, yeah?
Something I miss from earlier eras of the creative side of the internet was things just being unabashedly low-budget. Just all unashamedly amateur, unprofessional, ‘I don’t own a good camera but I have a story to tell you’, ‘I can’t afford a good mic but I have a song to sing for you,’ ‘I don’t have any kind of background in editing or lighting and I only just picked up this guitar last Tuesday but here’s an entire musical me and my friends wrote about our favourite book, we filmed it on a potato and put it up on YouTube in ten minute segments because we thought it was pretty funny.’
"Oh, this? Don't be ridiculous! It's not a marriage certificate! Look closely, okay? Throw away all your hangups, and simply do what you feel. Aren't you just dying to sign it? Won't it feel good? 3... 2... 1... sign!"