#not a dream

[one-time-i-dreamt]

"Brake the glass"

[kevinlefrog]

@one-time-i-dreamt here’s some seretonin for ya & also, not a dream

[ranga-and-zeus]

@one-time-i-dreamt I can tell you need more, just saying

[dreampai]

I feel like Ragnar has become tumblr's collective dog like in the sense pangur is tumblr's collective cat. Everyone knows that specific beast from Tumblr. I just find it funny lol

I mean, Ragnar was found in the streets so we can't be sure what kind he is, but I am in fact pretty sure that he isn't a cat 😳

[mittensxd]

His stare gazes into my soul.

[thewildnopeboat]

Guardian, arriving on Neomuna: NIMBUS!

Nimbus, desperately needing to blow off steam: What's up buddy?

Guardian, appears with their skimmer, but doing tricks while falling: Want to go do tricks?

Nimbus, picking up the Guardian: YOU GOT YOUR OWN?! I'M SO PROUD!

Guardian, laughing: Yep! I'm just like you!

Ghost: well not exactly. We have yet to get ours to fly freely, but we have created a way to grind a light rail made of energy *into true nerd speak*

Guardian, ignoring Ghost: You want to go?

Nimbus, pulling his skimmer off: Let's go little buddy!

[prettypinkyblog]

Pumpkin hello kitty:33

[joelwindows7]

Nimona (Official Netflix Full Film for free)

Producer = Annapurna Pictures

Publisher = Netflix

[bluntshavingrazor]

Don't forget, today is the day St. Pancake comes to your home and throws all your eggs, milk, and flour around the kitchen. Make sure you use them all up before he arrives, or try and scare him off by making a lot of loud noise, wearing a brightly coloured costume and flashing your boobs.

[one-time-i-dreamt]

If you live in Budapest pls message me

[cyanwormonastring-dreams]

RE: MICHAEL SHEEN

OK TUMBLR RIDDLE ME THIS

i dont know if im actually color blind or what bc apparently they're blue?? every source seems to say blue?? and i thought they were like brown/hazel/something for the longest time until i watched a scene in good omens that concentrated light near his iris and it looked green. so green. GREEN! SO WHY DOES EVERYTHING SAYD BLUE PKEASE HEKO I NEED TO KNOW IF IM COLOR BLIND OR SOMETHING

[zephyr-draws]

this came to me in a vision

[dream-polls]

queue's got two things in it :[ again, submissions always open!

[dreampai]

[originalkid-basement]

s/o to all the faggots, you WILL be dying soon/ref

[bafflement]

Deaged Oz - Atlas Hospital Scene Part II

"... James?" Oz ventured, tentatively, as he re entered the room. "What is it? What did they find... who do they think I was?" "I can give you good news and bad news. On one hand, you do have several living family members, assuming this information is correct. On the other, I'm not so certain you would wish to claim them all..." "You said there was a kidnapping ring? How many others went missing in it, and would there be anyone beyond your sister that..." "Was important enough to merit extra attention? No one missing child case should be more important than any other... but. As said, if the scroll is right, then there have been people looking for you for a quarter of a century."

Oz swallowed, taking in that information, mind racing as he tried to recall any cases from that time that he'd ever really heard of. The fact that there had been a kidnapping ring did tickle something in the back of his brain, but he was still so tired that whatever it was wasn't coming to him. This was another reason he hated hospitals, the drugs they gave him tended to slow his mind down to an unacceptable extent. Even without the full merge, he was used to knowing these things. But would he, now?

Qrow, getting impatient, jerked the scroll away from James, glaring at him as the latter snarled. Dammit, Oz was his friend, whatever this was sounded like something they would need to deal with together. Besides... Qrow had been eleven when Oz would have been snatched and, unlike the others, he had a sudden, horrible incling of just who the database would have believed Oz to have been. Because Atlas plus Oz's rather unique coloring painted a rather terrifying picture. He wasn't right, of course. He was very, very certain that the child in question had been murdered, there'd been certain consequences to that action that the Branwen tribe as a whole had been gossipping and snickering about for months afterwards. But then stranger things had happened. Some of them even to Oz.

Oscar leaned closer to his brother, Ruby moving to his other side, one hand raising only to drop it again, a guilty expression on her face. Oz himself was watching Qrow, eyes narrowed but trusting that he knew what he was doing. After all, this was probably still a dream. The others were being so nice, so friendly, even though he'd done nothing to earn that sort of trust from them again. It was a very nice dream, though. Even the thought that the child he had once truly been had actually had a family that missed him was nice. He doubted it, after all he had been rather prominant in Vale later on, but still. It was nice.

Qrow swore, too. His vocabulary was even more extensive and impressive than James' had been, and Oz could feel Oscar blushing into his shoulder. In fact, he was pretty certain he was the only one in the room not learning new words from the rant. He stilled, though, as he heard a single surname repeated several times.

"Qrow? Please tell me I'm hearing things, that you didn't just say Schnee? If I'm related to Jaques Schnee, I'll kill him myself." His voice was tight with a fury the others hadn't really heard from him before, but his hatred for that particular public figure bled through loud and clear.

"You're not. Not directly, anyway. Have you ever heard the story of Winter? Not the specialist. The other one."

"... the missing one." At that, Oz couldn't help but swear, too. Thankfully he knew enough languages that he doubted the others would that they were unlikely to understand. From Qrow's impressed noises, though, he at least got the gist.

"Not that I don't agree wth you about Jaques Schnee's ancestry, Oz, but... maybe tone it down a bit? Little ears. Technically including your own. And Oz? I'm sorry. You're my best friend, you know that. I just... yeah. Well, won't happen again."

"It might, if I ever make you all as angry as I did that day. Speaking of, at some point soon, James, we'll need to talk. There's information that I need to share that I've been, well... scared to."

"Scared, Oz? You? I'll believe that when I see it."

"Another version of me asked the wrong question, ever since, I've been... well. As said, we'll talk in private. Just promise me you won't hate me?"

"Hate you? NEVER, Oz, I couldn't even if I wanted to."

Oz just nodded, face pensive, as a set of footsteps echoed down the corridor towards them. James looked like he wasn't really looking forward to seeing whoever that was, but since he had to have been the one to have summoned them, Oz felt that was probably very much a him problem. He had enough on his mind with the revelation that he was apparently another Winter Schnee... but he had heard of the boy in question, the fact that their father had used the name for a son not a daughter had rather tended to stick in the mind, given the connection to the story of the maidens.

A white haired young woman in military garb entered and saluted James, before turning to look at the others. Her eyes scanned past Oscar, Oz, Ruby and Nora to land, glaring, on Qrow, who glared right back.

"Great, the ice queen. I know why she's here, Jimmy, but can we get some of the kids out first? I doubt Oscar will leave, but Ruby and Nora probably should..."

"Agreed. You two? Dismissed. See if you can send Weiss Schnee back up here, while you're at it?"

"Yes sir, general Ironwood sir." Ruby stuttered before dragging a protesting Nora from the room. Winter watched them go then turned to James again.

"With all due respect sir, just why am I here? And who are these children?"

James sighed. "That's not really an easy answer, but... Specialist Winter Schnee? Meet Oscar Pine... and Winter Schnee."

She stared at Oz for a minute, who met her gaze as evenly as he could, before snapping. "Sir, that is not a funny joke."

"I'm not laughing, Winter."

"My uncle never lived long enough to carve out his own path. If he had, he would be a lot older than that boy is."

"As said, it's complicated." Ironwood said, gently. "But it boils down to this. You know of magic, after all, I have briefed you on the maiden powers before and you know what it means to accept them. However, as much as the maidens are real... so is the wizard. The current incarnation is apparently your uncle."

"But sir, you said that the current incarnation was..." She turned back to Oz, staring at him again, taking in the dark glasses, the pale hair.

"Oh." She said, weakly. "I'm not sure this is a situation I would wish for my father to find out about, he'd try to manipulate things. You are Professor Ozpin, correct?"

"Yes," Oz confirmed. "Although I prefer Tip Pine at present. Also, I challenge your father to try to manipulate me. It would not end well. For him."

"You... hate him almost as much as I do, don't you?"

"Quite probably. For how he has treated you and Weiss, he had my hatred. Now that I know that your mother may in fact be my sister... there are rumors as to her current state and the reasons behind it. That he could do that to someone he claimed to love is unconscionable. As such, I intend to find a way to rescue her from him. Young Whitley, too."

"Whitley is currently older than you, I think. How are you a child, sir? If I can ask."

"Nobody really is certain of that, including myself, however the theory is that it was an unfortunate confluence of various factors that resulted in a rather unexpected response."

"Do you remember? Anything, really?" She sounded far more tender now, but Oz wasn't sure he quite liked the look in her eyes.

"Before waking up in Vale? Nothing. Snatches, perhaps. Also, I am not the child I appear to be, Winter. I don't need mothering."

"I wasn't!" She sounded indignant. "I... wait, was I?"

"Very slightly, yes." James interjected, still sounding amused. There was a noise as Weiss entered, blinking at her sister. "Hello, Winter. Hello again Oscar, Qrow. Oz. General. Why am I here?"

Oz shrugged as Winter sighed. "We came into some interesting information, sister. It appears that Professor Ozpin is our uncle."

"Excuse me? How is that... Uncle Winter?" She sounded strangely happy at the revelation, something else that rather convinced Oz he was still dreaming.

"Apparently." he muttered as Oscar started to laugh, Qrow following suit. They both sounded slightly hysterical, in fact. But then, it had been that sort of a day. In the back of his mind, Ozymandias sounded rather relieved that, if nothing else, at least he knew who he had once been, at last.

They talked for awhile longer, but Oz was fading in and out as the drugs took hold once more and soon enough they left him to sleep. He did so smiling, softly. For a dream, it had been a rather nice one.