#for shame :( and misogyny ig

[cyanloves]

✨️ My pizza place Dr ✨️

(Part 1)

Okay so this reality was inspired by the roblox game "work at pizza place" lol. It's just chill typpa reality I specified because I want to spend some time living carefree and work on my inner child . Idk if it makes sense lol ! !

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🍕Me 🍕

Name: Elliot (idk any cool surname)

Age: 20-- idk till when I'm planning to be there

Hair color /eye color: blonde hairs , blue eyes

Height: 6'0

Gender: Male , alpha (it's omegaverse one)

I guess I'm build good in that reality

I have golden retriever energy ✨️ cause naa I'm gonna be carefree there I don't want myself feeling any shame in doing anything . I will keen to explore myself and my inner thoughts more than anything. Which I can't do being aware of my old reality.

Hobbies: Art, flute 🪈 ✨️ ,hiking ⛰️

Faceclaim: I'm not doing it ig because lol ,it just gonna be like my old reality but I guess more masculine and some changes as acc to reality

Personality : it's same as my old reality cause main purpose of this target reality is to heal my inner child . Still I would say I'm very sensitive and I will show every emotion without being criticised . I will not hesitate to do what my heart and mind says and I will explore my hobbies more.

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🐈‍⬛my S/O🐱

I was not planning to have any S/o in this reality but honestly why not? I mean I just want to protect and heal someone with me.

Name: William Graham (yes, the hannibal one)

Hair color eye color : black , blue

Height: 5'10 (I want him more shorter lol)

Gender: obviously male but he's an omega (pls don't judge me I want to see our babies)

Honestly , I didn't changed his personality much it's same as the Hannibal (show!, I meant not the shady bitch) . It's just I would want to actually heal him and not the thing hannibal did to my baby .

Hes like introvert and all but he's also very intimidating idk , 🤷‍♂️ but at the end of the day he loves me and that's all matters .

I also scripted slow burn because I want to experience the slowly developing feelings and trust like aaahhhshndjsksns!!

(Tell me if yall want some scenerios lol!)

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(Tat bit of facts about my reality)

> He works as criminal profiler and we got workplace very close even our house is like neighbor

> He and his coworkers comes at our pizza place to eat often . So hshdbshsbs

> My dad owns the pizza place and it's kinda big I honestly dont need to work but I just want to be humble.

> He is my friend on roblox and at night we spend lots of time playing horror games.

> My dad is Italian but we got our house in Uttarakhand, India (man it has place called rishikesh and it's like spiritual hub so and that place is near himalayas its soo fucking beautiful its like smol heaven between cold mountains)

> there is no sexism, racism and Misogyny or anything crimes (there are only stuff like theft at most) and r@pe cases are like 000.1% very rare .

> earth is like greener and pollution is very low

>people give physical healt priorities , we use more cycle and most cars are electric

>I have big family actually lol and will was so shocked seeing big and happy family

> We married quick after confessing lol.

(That's all for now lol tell me if u want to know more or any questions)

I have been feeling low on motivation from few days so thought writing about my reality might help.

Also sorry for my bad English lol..

[scoobydoodean]

sorry to bring this up again (although ig you can just not answer this if you don’t want to) but people are saying dean would be the one to fatshame because of season 4 where he tells a kid who asks for candy ‘I think you’ve had enough’. I was kinda wondering what your thoughts on that were? Imo it doesn’t change that sam has a very unhealthy relationship with food but it’s probably worth considering. Although if we took every cheap and slightly bigoted joke the writers made on a one off seriously we’d probably be here all day.

I've giffed that scene before because I love their little stand off and I love the colors and the way that scene is shot. My thoughts about that scene as far as the "I think you've had enough" comment are that 1) Dean doesn't want to share his candy 2) That kid was being a brat. Is it mean to (potentially) reference a child's weight even if they are being weirdly pushy and demanding and suspicious? Yes. Is it the end of the world? That's up to you. It isn't to me. I think that scene is cute.

What I was asked yesterday was a very different question though. I was asked whether Dean ever body shamed Donna, with further implications that if he had, it would be an expression of misogyny. I shared where Dean was specifically shown to defend Donna and shit talk her ex for body shaming her.

If the question you're asking me is whether I think Dean is capable of body shaming someone—sure. Everyone and anyone is capable of body shaming another person over their size or shape or whatever. If you're asking me whether I think Dean has a body shaming problem the answer is no. If you're asking me whether I think Dean has a body shaming problem specifically emphasizing women who might not meet some arbitrary sense of "appropriate" size, the answer is especially no.

[zot3-flopped]

Louis put his son Freddie in his documentary because one of Louis’ tactics to hold onto fame is to make himself look like a stand-up guy who has had a lot of shit thrown at him but who has triumphed against all those odds.

He was sidelined during 1D? But look at him on stage now! (1) He never understood the end of the band? But by golly that plucky young man picked himself up and got on with it! (2) He doesn’t get radio play for reasons he can’t put his finger on? But his fans will pick up the slack because he needs them and they need him! (3) He accidentally got a stylist’s assistant pregnant during a fling and she refused to have a termination? I mean, sure, it’s a logistical pain, but look at how he is stepping up to be a dad! (4)

(1) He’s motionless on stage, can’t remember his lyrics, cannot sing, doesn’t really sing for a lot of his set, has a back-up band to do it for him, and has inconsistent ticket sales to say the least, in venues that are far too big for him.

(2) If he didn’t understand the end of the band, what with all the wrapping up of companies that he actually had to sign documents to do, then he’s either mentally incapable or a liar.

(3) He doesn’t get radio play because he isn’t interesting enough and his audience is mentally unstable and bombards djs with demands. He’s also probably pissed off most of the relevant people over the past 14 years. Plus there’s the whiff of racism and misogyny he can’t quite shift.

(4) Except when he’s in the pub.

Louis has had a lot to deal with over the years - it’s hard to lose a parent and a sister, and I appreciate he doesn’t want to talk about those very real things a lot. But, I see him using Freddie in that film to fit in with the story he and BMG have tailored for him, and I think it’s reprehensible. In a world full of Larries with no boundaries and no shame, he shouldn’t have done that.

Love this! Louis and Briana should probably never have shown Freddie's face, and then he'd have had complete privacy like Khai and Bear. But Louis started the ball rolling with a Hello type photoshoot, bare chested and holding Freddie. He put it up on his IG to grab maximum attention for himself.

Of course, after that Briana followed suit and posted their son, but despite being depicted by Larries as the biggest fame whore to walk the earth, she never once did an interview with a magazine despite being inundated with offers. Nor has she monetised her IG by working with brands.

[dogwittaablog]

PART 2: NOLPATS BURNER ACCOUNT

Link to part 1: (X)

*Bare with me for some spelling grammar errors, also if you have more info or have picked up something I've missed feel free to let me know.*

HERE WE GO AGAIN FOLKS!

So obviously it’s been quite an event for nolpat nation these past couple days… and it’s very evident people are aware of the burners and have been following or interacting with it.

If you aren’t aware @ gollpatter is the first acocunt that was inactive for a bit before it was suspended/locked, and then @ shottergallas was the secondary account…

So after I guess by the saving grace of god??? He ended up regaining access back to his first account that had more of the the problematic tweets, likes and questionable followings.

This was his first tweet he posted after being back on the account… which also is now deleted. #lolz

WHAT DOES PAT OLIVERIA MEAN?

Okay so obviously his name is Pat Oliveria on his main and some are probably confused or thrown off by it. My assumption to the name is... obviously ''Pat'' is part of his last name and well-known nickname and ''Oliveria'' was most likely taken from the Brazalian MMA fighter Charles Oliveria... and we all know how much he loves MMA.

ACCOUNT PRIVATING

The account actually went private for a moment and then went public again… then also decided to unfollow a specific group of people *cough* all the obvious friends and some influencers.

Pretty much any tweet that people would interact with the account would get deleted. Which I think most of us have already witnessed.

Here is some other tweets that have now been deleted. (X).

MUTUAL BURNER ACCOUNTS

After this all went down some of his mutuals went private (some have unprivated now) and even one deleted.

A notable mutual user that deleted is (@ basket_458462). I think not many people saw what went on, on that account… since It deleted pretty much after 1-2 days after the burners were under fire… you thought anything was bad on the NP burners, this one was 10x worst lol. NP off (@ gollpatter) liked a good amount of tweets off there page, pre much all pertaining to WJC 2018, and weren’t the greatest takes either. The Basket 4 page was pretty active interacting with stan twitter.

Though literally all those mutual burners hold very debatable content and most of it? Well you guessed it! It’s all pretty much red pill, zyn bro misogyny.

The Basket 4 account was just a different breed and every tweet or like was constantly victim shaming and blaming the girl involved in the WJC 2018 incident. Probably explains the profile picture too… yikes.

Just thought it was funny how some decided to go private or delete, which shows to me they’re aware of what’s going on.

NOW ONTO THE SUSPICIOUS? OR JUST COINCEDENTAL INSTAGRAM ACTIVITY?

!!!!!!!! I WILL BE MENTIONING HIS PRIVATE INSTAGRAM ACCOUNT PLEASE DO NOT BE THAT PERSON AND TRY TO FOLLOW OR INTERACT WITH IT !!!!!!!!

Maybe a big coincidence but NP started unfollowing people off his main ig account just about a day after shit hit the fan, though this is pretty common for him to randomly do mass unfollowings just found the timing to be ironic.

If some of you were aware he has a private finsta account. He had the username that went by @ gollasperoutdoors and then changed it to @ youngglasp. You're able to see how many times the user changed their user and how long they had the account for, the username was changed 5 times throughout the past 4 years. He changed the username to the account about 2 days ago... he's most likely had the user (@ gollasperoutdoors) for a hot minute as well… don't know why he decided to change it now... also changing the clearly evident nickname of his to just “glasp”.

I also kind of have a theory that one of his finsta account usernames at a point in time was probably @ gollpatter (the same as his twitter)… You aren't able to view their old users, but I just thought about it since it's been changed multiple times... though impossible to prove because most of us probably don't remember his older finsta users or even knew he had one to begin with.

NOW WHY HASN'T THE ACCOUNT DELETED? WHY HASN'T IT BLOCKED ANYONE? WHY HASN'T IT TWEETED IN DAYS?

It’s pretty obvious and simple to why the account has done none of those things and is limiting/stopping activity.

If the accounts started blocking evident hockey stan twitter accounts or accounts that interacted with them, deleted high volume of tweets especially the problematic ones, went private or deactivated. It would fully be more evident that we are most likely right on our assumption on who’s running it and that they’re fully aware on what’s happening LOL.

Also probably another reason why the account unprivated so quickly + tweeted a bit even after getting called out is because whoever is running it most likely wanted to play it off… Even tho the deleting of directed tweets + unfollowing specific known friends and influencers and other activity was already enough for most to throw the guilty charge.

To tie things up I don't think the accounts will delete anytime soon or even at all and will just slowly be abandoned. I guess the one smart move on his part was that the account wasn't under his actual name and there isn't a definitive way to prove its him unless you know details about him, so it's not clockable to the general public. (Shout out to the anons for this part!).

[project-sekai-archives]

Honestly the main reason i hate WxS (except Nene) is because of how overrated Rui and Tsukasa are imo. I hate them. I hate Ruikasa (no hate to the NORMAL shippers, the ones who make the ship thier whole personality are cocos) Emu is okay ig.

I absolutely get you other anon but isn't that just hating the fandom? Though I guess fandoms can sour stuff for anyone, it does for me sometimes.

Ruikasa and especially Tsukasa are overrated. Especially since that blond guy is popular because of fanon for the most part.... It frustrates me a lot. Especially since misogyny forces emu & nene into the background. I do like Tsukasa and Rui though, but I refuse to interact with the fandom since it's kinda wild how much some people misunderstand the two. It's a shame because there are genuinely fun people around who love putting them under a microscope

EmuNene solos

[butmakeitgayblog]

I have a strong dislike for the people on the fringes of Alycia's core friends group. They are the ones who make the little comments about her fanbase while her core friends have embraced her fanbase.

Well I'm not entirely sure who you're even talking about or what happened, but generally speaking idrgaf what people think anyway. People always got opinions on every damn thing you do, think, feel, and enjoy, and some people just like to ridicule the things that don't fall entirely within their own little hiveminded interests. Some people really never mentally leave high school, they're eternally the class bully, so it's not even worth paying attention to. So that's a pretty good point to start at. Like what you like, ignore other people.

That being said, my opinion on this is - in a general sense - split, because tbh it is true that there is a decent portion of her fanbase who act absolutely fucking wild and inappropriate, and it is weird. If you've ever ventured into her comments section? My insides necrotize instantaneously from embarrassment on her behalf more often than not. And they do it under other people's posts that involve her too! They'll dm her friends and costars asking about her, jump on people's IG lives and only talk about her (they used to do this to poor Colman regularly, god bless and protect that man), I've seen them do really fucking creepy location tracking on her friends/bf to try and pry into her personal life.

Like. She does have fans that do overstep lines on a regular basis and it is gross and weird. That behavior should be called out, and it makes sense that it is fucking tiring to deal with. I'm sure Alycia complains about it to them herself! I would too! I would also get tired if under every single post - including posts about new projects and new work I've done - people spammed it with messages about old roles that I had finished years prior. I would also get annoyed if people constantly made directly sexual comments right to me and my posts without any regard to my comfort. I would feel embarrassed af if people went to my friends pages and left those same comments, or ignored my friend's wonderful accomplishments just to talk about me. It's not hard to be decent to someone, and yet some people just do not care.

On the flip side of that, some people are just professional haters and extremely pretentious/self aggrandizing. Some people truly are only happy when they're ridiculing other people because it gives them self-validation 🤷‍♀️. Most ardent fans of celebs tend to be women as well, and historically anything women do or like is cause for shaming and mocking because misogyny and internalized misogyny is very real. A dude can know literally every single piece of trivia about their favorite athlete and follow their entire career and they're just deemed "a loyal fan", but a woman could know a bunch of factoids about her fave celeb and support their career and suddenly she's "a weird obsessive fanatic." There's always going to be double standards, which is why I say at some point you have to just like what you like and say fuck you to everything else. Especially when you're a queer woman (which the majority of her fans are) and your interest is intrinsically queer-based, because whew buddy the only thing worse than a woman liking things is a gay woman liking things.

Ya know. Cuz we're icky 🥰😘

[ilurvjohnoliver]

hiii ig i should do a little get to know me type post so here we go 😇

my name is caitlin and ive always been a fan of john oliver and late night hosts since i was a kid. my mom got me into shows like the daily show, late show with stephen colbert, conan o’brien’s show, stuff like that.

I have watched last week tonight for awhile, probably since it came out in 2014. I basically fell in love with him when he spoke up about gay and trans rights on his show. being a queer kid and having a trans mom, it was rlly heartwarming seeing someone we liked support us on tv unabashedly.

recently i started rewatching lwt on youtube and i stumbled upon the public shaming segment which i remembered really liking. rewatching it made me fall in love with him alllll over again bcs of the way he spoke up about monica lewinsky and how her situation was really had to do with misogyny and sexism. i just love how he interviewed her and gave her an opportunity to speak on what happened to her.

and now im hyperfixated on him, currently learning anything and everything i can about him. i love him so much and he’s honestly such a genuine person and i think that’s why im so attracted to him. also bcs he’s really hot….like really hot.

anyways 🤭 ! thanks for coming and if youre a john oliver lover, give me a follow so we can be mutuals 💋💋💋

to sign off, here’s some of my fave pics of john 🫶🏻

[redheadbigshoes]

people are like that with transmisogyny too. As soon as we try to establish boundaries and say something isnt ok, suddenly it's all "infighting" and "splitting the community apart".

We're all seen as unecessarily angry by the community and it's exhausting. I'm a lesbian too so that doesn't help with angry woman stereotype either lmao.

What's funny is that I'm kind of averse to confrontation and arguments, but I try to speak my mind anyway bc I don't want to be a doormat and let ppl hurt me for free.

What’s ironic is that what both situations have in common is misogyny. Queer men being misogynistic? That’s not really surprising, but when it comes to queer women? It’s a shame because I’ve mostly seen this hostile behavior from them.

I really thought straight women were the most misogynistic ones but ig I’m wrong…

[judesbelligoal]

Thank God all this week I've been dying with migraine and I've been getting sleep earlier and i couldn't enter the blog and by the looks of it yesterday I missed a lot.

Guys really all this fuss over posts that we all make even worse makes no sense. Jude is being looked at with a magnifying glass on a daily basis I think instead of us looking for anything even the slightest thing let's judge the day we see what he has done wrong with our own eyes .

It's a bit childish to want to bash someone for what he reposts on IG or tik tok many of us and I include myself we see reels of all kinds and we laugh at everything it's true that when it comes to issues like ( misogyny sexism the disabled the races homophobia and body shaming ) All alarms go off and people don't forgive but remember we may not know what he likes about those reposts or if he feels related to them . This should be an example to us all to realise that at the end of the day we all do the same thing I am not justifying Jude I am simply asking that we please do not judge blindly and get caught up in the feeling of the moment. I think I've been on tumblr for 2 months now and I realise that here apart from talking about absolutely everything we also judge just the same, there should be a balance and know that we have no certainty of anything and until we have 100% information with this type of serious accusations we shouldn't go crazy.

I am sorry I have written this much. And finally there is no need to disrespect anyone Nor wish death to one another . To get to that point is not healthy either for those who have these blogs or for those who read them. Good evening to all of you 🤍

I hope your migraine is getting better x

[imaginary-wanderer]

Threads (the app) is just another Twitter, right? I installed it to be able to read some posts made by people I follow on IG but then the homepage is just random posts from random people and it's just... the same hate, the same extreme misogyny, the same racism. Same shit.

Tumblr definitely still is the way. Following selected people and using tags to target what I really want to read about really is superior. Shame that Bluesky isn't really actively used, not by the people I follow on other apps anyway.

[kmp78]

Did anyone have a look and read CS latest post? It's infuriating to read her excuse for staying silent, and I have no actual words to describe the utter bullshit and blind agreement from echies. She has no problem preaching about drug addiction & recovery, SagAftra strikes, misogyny and god knows what else. According to her speaking out doesn't matter to the victims, whatever you post on IG is superficial and doesn't have a direct impact. Why then is she on this app, why the constant promotion of products? She slept on the terrorist attacks and genocide of Jews happening right now in Israel. Simple as that. Being busy at ACL and praising SL, having a good time with her girlfriends. She never posted anything in support of the Jewish community. Hell most of her followers don't even know she's jewish. But this gaslighting mea culpa post from her right now is beyond shameful.

P.s I understand if you don't wanna post this. You're not a political blog and the topics of Israel and Palestine is a minefield. But it just tells you everything you need to know about CS and why she's in her life where she is and with whom right now. Empty verbiage and easy shallow entertainment with no substance behind it.

I didn't bother going further than the 1st sentence of that post. Nothing that woman says has any meaning whatsoever when it comes to topics like that! 🙄

If she thinks anyone's gonna change their opinions on anyfuckingthing just cos she inspired them, then fuck she's more delusional than Thinnie is about JL. 😂🤦🏼‍♀️

Tbh I wish every celebrity would hust shut up about it.

WE ALL WANT THAT SENSELESS AND BARBARIC BLOODSHEDDING AND BUTCHERING TO STOP.

I'll be the 1st to admit I have no idea how to solve that clusterfuck, but neither does Kendall fucking Jenner so she reeeeeeeally needs to shut the hell up. 🙄

[woozisnoots]

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[jempai]

thinking about how Dame Ethel Smyth’s opera The Wreckers most definitely has gay themes and yet zero productions seem to capitalize on Avis’s homophobic allegory aria or try to cast Mark as a mezzo

anyways Peter Grimes and The Wreckers double bill when?

[doebt]

this is such a stupid thing to be crying over theres something wrong with me 😭😭😭😭😭

[skygirlstars]

oh for sure, ofc there’s a ton we don’t see onscreen, I’m just going based on what we do see in TCW, and specifically talking about how she’s juxtaposed with Ahsoka. I really really wish we got to see more of Barriss, especially her character outside of her friendship with Ahsoka. I totally believe that Luminara does care about Barriss, but obviously it’s a very very different relationship from Anakin and Ahsoka, because theirs is very unorthodox (and it’s definitely not all positive). I’m just thinking especially about how that care is expressed in TCW, not whether or not it’s there ig.

there’s sooo many layers to this arc and these characters and like @jedimasterbailey brought up, the surface level isn’t even touching on all the misogyny and racism and islamophobia happening behind the scenes, which is… yikes, to say the least. yeah basically every female Star Wars character deserves better lol

and exactly like @devondeal said, we pretty much only get to see a lot of side characters from the POV of the main characters. it’s a such shame we didn’t get more Barriss in the main media.

currently thinking about Barriss as a foil for Ahsoka in TCW is such a good example of the nature vs. nurture argument. they had basically the exact same upbringing until they were 14 or so, whenever each of them became a Padawan.

and then in TCW we see Ahsoka with this whole support system or people who love and care about her!! Anakin and Rex and Padmé and Plo and Obi-Wan and more!! and they tell her and/or show her that they care about her!!

and then Barriss has no one, aside from her friendship with Ahsoka. Luminara cares about Barriss to an extent, and she’s certainly not malicious, but she acts at best apathetic toward Barriss. (of course Luminara is just following the Jedi Code as she sees it, but still.) it’s most evident in the Geonosis arc when Luminara is basically ready to just leave Barriss for dead, while Anakin never gives up on Ahsoka. but it goes beyond just Luminara — in TCW, we never see Barriss close to anyone else.

so Barriss is the one who becomes a “villain.” I’m absolutely a Barriss defender, so I don’t want to call her that, but that’s obviously what the writers intended. she turns on the Jedi (understandably) and she turns on Ahsoka. she’s not inherently a bad person, she just didn’t get the love and support she needed, whereas Ahsoka did :(

[just-some-random-blogger]

Hello! I feel un gran oso (shame, cringe, etc) for this, but I wanted to request a morpheus one shot hehe. I just NEED this situation to be written or something cause in my opinión its ✨✨

Based on the song Ballroom of Romance of Celtic Woman, where the reader is a human that somehow fell into morpheus grace, and as such she can enter the Dreaming every time she wants through a earring that morpheus crafted, and she wants to celebrate the Day of the Book or the day of the Librarian in honor to Lucienne, and for unknown reasons she gets permission to make a ballroom and well, a lot of dancing and a beautiful dress and Morpheus from his throne like: 🙂 (💓💓💓)

Mutual pining of course ✨

Thank you very much, have a nice day/noon/night!

Here's the song;

😊

Granny's Superstitions

Dream of the Endless x College Student!Reader

Summary: Your grandmother told you stories of how her grandmother was friends with the King of Dreams. You didn't think much of it, not even when you inherited your great-great grandmother's earrings on your 18th birthday. I mean, why would you? They did not correlate. And yet, your granny should have told you it did, so you weren't so surprised when you found yourself in the halls of the Dreaming.

Word Count: 5k+

Warnings: Dark post capture!Dream, fem!reader, themes of misogyny, exasperated college student!reader, reader has a potty mouth, angst, enemies to lovers(?), typos, etc.

A/N: this was an exciting request! I love that you even added a song <3 I enjoyed it very much!! The syncopation in the chorus, its UGH SAUR GOOD. Because of this, I made reader a music major, like me HIHI. I will say, this became quite a dark and angsty fic and for that 😅 im sorry ig. ALSO I CHANGED SO MUCH ABOUT YOUR PROMPT I- ASODHASFOIAHFAHSF:HASF I do hope you still enjoy it my dear T_T [CRIES] IDK WHY I DID THIS TO YOUR REQUEST AND MYSELF IT WAS THE EARRINGS I HYPERFIXATED ON IT AND EVERYTHING JUST WENT BOOM T_T this is literally escapism PS the character Tim Henson in this fic is real, he's from a band called polyphia, which I love, and you don't have to imagine him as Tim, but I sure did LOL

I was effectively buzzed by the alcohol in my blood stream, and yet no amount of booze would make the unwanted stares from my classmates ever palatable.

Had I known making an effort in dressing up would merit the reaction I got for attending this party I didn't even want to attend in the first place, then they should all be glad that I wasn't in fashion department but in music.

Yet another rando turned to me and smiled, complimenting my outfit, to which I forced out a chuckling thank you.

I don't know why they're so upset that the guy they liked thought I was hot! It's not like it's my fault I got attention I didn't want.

I huffed as I pushed the restroom door open. I wash my hands as I stare at my face in the mirror. I behold the efforts I put on painting my face, on doing and redoing my liner, on perfecting the color on my lips.

I clench my jaw tightly at the feel of tears pricking from my eyes.

I thought they were my friends, finally I had friends, and yet all it took was one guy to ruin all that.

I close the faucet and lean on sink, releasing a sigh. I look at my reflection, watching the sapphire earrings dangle by my jaw.

I scoff at myself. I wore my heirlooms for them?

"Gosh, I miss home," I say, screwing my eyes shut as I straighten myself up. I begin to fidget with the small jewels on my lobes and head for the door. "Who cares if I leave early," I pull the door open, "no one's gonna-"

My ghost leaves me and I still when I see the dark expanse of the hall. There was no way this was the room I just exited, no way it was a dark, high-fricking-ceiling hall with marble floors, and massive stained glass windows that were broken. There was no way because there was not a single piece of furniture or intoxicated student in sight, only debris.

From my frozen stance, I push my hand behind me in an attempt to catch the knob I just let go. When I turn, my heart drops when I am faced with the fact I was in the middle of an empty hall with no door in sight.

Did they drug me?

I begin to pant as I do a 360 of the area.

I choke on my spit and go reeling back when I see a dark face in front of me. I am not nearly fast enough in my movements as the man's large strides allow him to quickly catches me in his tight grip.

"How have you come here, intruder?"

His voice is impossibly loud and deep that it seemed it was spoken by the very room itself. My hands dart up to cover my ears, but his grip on my biceps prevented that.

I open my mouth to speak, but the furrow of his brows and the tension of his jaw bring render me mute.

His darkened blue eyes widen a fraction. He scoffs, "I see. You are a thief."

My brows knit at the accusation.

He steps closer, fingers digging into my flesh, "what did you wish to achieve with those earrings?"

A shiver runs down my spine and I begin to stutter.

"What did you do to its owner?" his voice demands, going an octave lower. My eyes widen when his form begins to grow larger and the room begins to darken, "did you hurt her?"

My sight begins to blur with fearful tears when his pale skin disappears into nothingness, "I never met my her! She was dead before my mother was even born!"

"What?!" his voice echoes, seemingly endlessly.

"I NEVER MET GRANNY JOSEPHINE!" I scream, "I just inherited the earrings, I swear!"

When his form begins to revert, I decide it was do or die. I break away from his grip and manage free. However, when I pull away from him, I fall on my butt and freeze at the pain. I crawl away from him as far and as fast as I can, but as much as I didn't want to, I halt when pain shoots up from my palm. I pull my hand toward me and find blood on it.

"You are her progeny," he says.

When my eyes dart back to him, he is just a man in with black hair and a trench coat.

My pulse quickens when he walks over to me.

In an act of self preservation, I grab a concrete rock nearby and throw it to him as hard and best as I can. I goes right through his form and my eyes blow wider than they already are.

I push myself back, through the pain and blood on my palms, "STAY AWAY FROM ME! I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU WANT BUT-"

"I apologize," his voice mutters, silencing me in pure bewilderment.

I look up to the man and examine his face and his outstretched hand.

He cannot possibly believe I would take that.

I prefer the pain of pushing myself up and make sure not to break eye contact with him as I do. Once I am back to my feet, the man looks at me then the blood dripping from my fingers.

"What the fuck are you?" I shudder out, slowly backing away from him.

His eyes lift back to me and he raises his nose, "I am the King of Dreams."

My body trembles at his words. My hands shake as I chuckle in disbelief, "no way- no fucking way. My grandmother- those bedtime stories- you're-"

"Real?" he finishes for me, "as real as your blood staining my floors."

My eye twitches at his remark. I scoff, still on edge, and yet I cannot withhold the retort in the back of my throat, "you're annoyed by my blood dripping when your your filthy floor?"

The Dream king seems not to enjoy that comment and yet I could not help myself, "my blood is the least of your problems, don't you think?"

I grip my injured hand.

"Leaving unwanted traced of yourself is not good for my domain."

I raise my brows at that, "well if you didn't shapeshift and scare the living shit out of me, then maybe I wouldn't have had to crawl away from you."

"I thought you were an intruder."

"But aren't you all knowing, or some shit," I heave, "so much for a king."

"You dare insult me in my own abode right after I've scared you out of your wits?"

I dare a step forward, "well to be humbled, your majesty, for bringing me here just to intimidate me-"

"I did not bring you here," he cuts me off, diminishing the space between us.

And though my pulse was loud in my ears, I remained steadfast in my place.

His hot breath hits my face as he speaks, "you thought of the Dreaming and travelled here yourself."

I pull my face back as it contorts, "I did not think of this hellhole. I thought of home."

"Yes, and this place is a home for all who are weary."

I hum, "you mean before it crumbled to the ground."

My breath hitches at the sound of his growl, "you inherited not an ounce of congeniality from your great-great grandmother."

The way he knows how far off granny Josephine was to me really struck a chord in me. I press my lips together, "well, I'm glad to have disappointed you so soon so that you wouldn't expect anything from me."

He bellows, "mortality never loses its audacity," he brings his face down to me, making my skin rise with gooseflesh, "I would withdraw the earrings you clearly do not deserve, but out of respect to Josephine, I shall allow you to keep it," he seethes, "but for your insolence you will know how much of a king I really am."

BUZZ.

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I slam my hand on my alarm and rip my heavy lids open.

I groggily groan as I struggle out of bed.

Ten days it's been since the last time I slept properly. If falling asleep wasn't the problem, then it was trying to wakeup from the horrible nightmares that plagued me.

I slam my books on my desk, making my seatmate turn to me and watch as I sit down next to him.

"Well, good morning to you too, zombie girl," Tim greets with a shit eating grin.

"I am not in the mood, you ass," I grunt, crossing my arms as I lean back on my chair.

"You haven't been in the mood for two weeks," he says, "Don't you think you should do something about it?" he leans on the table and knits his brows in concern.

I wipe my face and give an annoyed chuckle, "what can I do when I'm literally beefing with the king of dreams," I carefully word, "and nightmares."

"Poetic," he rests his hands on the back of his tattooed hand, "a true sign of insanity."

"Go fucking annoy someone else, you rat."

"Nah, if I do, you'll be lonelier than you are."

I shoot him a dirty look as he then places something in front of me.

I look at the grey packet as he explains, "sleeping pills."

I turn back to him and push the medicine away, "don't work. I've tried."

He raises a brow, "without prescription?"

"There is such a thing a over the counter drugs, Tim."

"Spoken like a true druggie."

I scoff.

He continues, "this was why I told you not to attend that snobby party. You ever noticed that ever since then, you've gotten fucked up in the brain. It's no coincidence."

"Again, thank you captain obvious," I slam my hands on the table and turn to him, feeling my head pulse in exhaustion, "and so sorry that not everyone can be a cool and popular as you."

"Why'd you even wanna make friends with them when you-"

"SHUT UP!" I scream, making the entire class turn to me. I feel embarrassment rise up my neck, and was only lucky that our teacher wasn't here yet. I sink down into my arms and bury my face as I mutter, "Enough. Enough! I get it, Tim. 'I told you so.' Geez, just get off my ass."

He calls my name, making me groan, "I'll do something about my insomnia! Just please, shut the fuck up."

"You better," he scoffs, "or else I'll plant a pea shooter in your lawn."

And so later that day, I did what I perhaps I should have the very moment after I met the Dream King.

I called my grandmother.

"Hi, granny," I smiled, holding my phone up to my face as I waved at the harshly zoomed face of my grandmother on the screen.

"How are you there?" she excitedly answers, "I'm so glad you thought to call."

I nod and chuckle, "me too, granny."

She takes a moment before responding, "you look tired. Have you been sleeping and eating well."

"Yeah, about that..."

After explaining everything to her, her voice grills the audio of my device because of how loud it is, "HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO DREAM OF THE ENDLESS?!"

"Granny, that-"

"YOU MUST APOLOGIZE TO HIM AT ONCE-"

"I think we're past apologies. I have to do something more to make it up to him if I'm to ever sleep well again."

"Darn straight," she mutters in agreement, "now, oh goodness, let's see..." she sighs and wipes her face, "PIE!"

I raise a brow, "pie?!"

"My grandmother absolutely loved baking and everyone who ate her apple crumble pie adored-"

"Hello," a voice calls, making me turn to whom spoke. I see a woman with glasses walking over to me and I give an awkward smile as I raise the tray in my hand, "hi... is Dream here?" Once she is before me, she takes in my appearance then raises a finger, "ah, you're the one who inherited the Sapphire Dream Walk." "... do you mean my earrings?" "Yes. I-" "What are you doing here, girl?" I look over my shoulder and see the annoyed expression on the Dream of the Endless, as my grandmother put. "A peace offering," I release a sigh and hand him the tray, "my grandmother said that granny Josephine made you pie and you so enjoyed." The two of them only stare at me. "It's most definitely not as good-" "Lucienne, I don't have time for this," he says, turning to the woman who greeted me. Dream turns about and debris from the room begins to float up. Lucienne places a hand on my arm then gratefully accepts the tray from me, "I thank you on behalf of my master for your most generous gift."

"Yeah, that's not gonna work," I sigh, running my hands through my hair, "I did not inherit any homemaker skills."

My grandmother says my name gravely.

"What? It's true!" I shake my head, "if I did, then I would have been better off marrying a rich man," I dryly joke.

My grandmother ignores this as she suddenly says, "if your baking skills are that bad, perhaps just make an effort to eat with him every lunch."

I make a twisted face, "you want me to waste my precious free time on that emo prick-"

"Hi," I raise a hand, making Dream and Lucienne, who seemed to be getting into a heated argument, halt and turn to me. Dream scoffs, "you again." I awkwardly chuckle and rub my arm. "What? No bribe this time?" he narrows his eyes at me as he walks over. I purse my lips and twist to reveal my backpack, "I bought lunch for all of us..." There is a sound of thunder from the outside. I look away from the stalking man, finding there was even less debris now compared to yesterday, "it seems your efforts to liven up the place are-" "Silence."

"Oh, so you have a better idea?!" my grandmother quips.

"Granny, I can already imagine-"

"You said," I grip my earlobes tightly in my fingers, "you wouldn't take my earring back for the sake of Josephine." "But that was before," he presses close to me that our bodies were nearly touching, "you were turned out to be a meddlesome insect." "How is being friendly to someone who clearly needs friends meddlesome?" "Friends?" his deep voice darkly chuckles, "it is you who needs friends," his voice echoes, "you think I did not sift through your memories to verify your words? I know well the day you came here you were at a party on the pretense of making companionship," he leans in that his nose nearly touches mine, "but they turned you away, did they not?" My eyes glass at his words and my breathing grows jagged at the words he next spoke. "If your fellow mortals do not want you, what makes you think that I would?" "My lord!" Lucienne calls. I do not grant him the satisfaction of another moment of my time and will myself back to my room.

"-how bad it'll be-"

I hold up a cupcake in a plastic container to the man who was reading on his throne. "Your insolence knows no bounds, girl." "Actually, it's chocolate chip cheesecake." He eyes me darkly, slamming his book closed, "you think you can win me over with food?" "I can tr-" "It is by my own power than I am sustained," he stands and swats my cupcake away, "and by my mercy that you have not slipped into madness." I gulp as he adds, "not yet."

"-if I force myself-"

I try to contain my giggles as Lucienne and I sit on a picnic blanket I bought for today. "It's so weird to know that without him, Bach would've never finished his most famous piece, which is so gentle and sweet and-" I finish with a whisper, "unlike your boss." She sighs as her lips press into a soft smile, "you know... he's not actually that bad. He's just... going through something." I roll my eyes, "what puberty?" Lucienne shakes her head "he has been hurting for a long time." "Just because you've hurt doesn't justify the hurt you inflict on others," I mutter, "you don't have to keep defending your petty king." Dream, who had just finally fixed and tidied the last of the rubble, speaks up "you are aware there is no such thing as hushed whispers in my realm?" He turns to us and walks over with a storm cloud over his head, "every crude remark you've uttered as you stuff your face with your cheap, store bought snacks has echoed in my ears." I look up at him, opening my mouth, but Lucienne's hand grabbing mine silences me. "If you wish to insult me as retribution, then perhaps I should darken your mind more than I already have." "Dream! She has not-" "I've had enough of you as well, Lucienne," he quips, "you tell her things that is not yours to tell." "But you have withheld rest from her, my lord!" she says as she stands, "and for what? Because she told you the realm was in shambles, when it clearly was?!" "I shall heed none of your flippant words and continue to do so as I see fit."

"-to hang around him when he clearly doesn't like me!" I exclaim, already frustrated by the idea.

"Then, do something you like... together."

I release a sigh.

"Perform for him, you are a musician after all, and he is every musician's muse."

Lucienne claps as I release a sigh and allow my guitar to rest on my shoulder on its strap. "A splendid performance indeed," she smiles at me. I awkwardly thank her and turn to Dream beside her. "Pitiful that talents are wasted on a girl as unsavory as she." I shake my head and release a scoff, "aren't you tired of being an asshole?" His lips curl in disgust, "perhaps nightmares aren't enough. Maybe taking your voice-" "You think just because you're powerful and fucking old, all your actions are justified?" I remove the guitar strap and begin to put it back in its case, "I just want to sleep! And I've been making an effort to pacify you, but you're acting like a child." "I'm acting like a-" "THEN I'M ACTING LIKE A CHILD, DAMMIT," I heave, "and you are the perfect Dream of the Endless!" I get on my knees and bow to him mockingly, "none could defy his will."

"Granny, that's-"

"Oh! I've got it. I've got it! I remember. The king is absolutely fond of ballroom dances. Perhaps you can convince him to allow you to plan a dance for him."

"Granny, where would I even plan such a thing?"

"The dreaming of course," I press my lips into a smile, watching Dream's dark face eye me impatiently. "I've had quite enough of your games, girl," he snips, "first you bribe me with food, now you're trying to fool me into dancing with you." "What-" I whine, "is it going to take-" I huff, "for your petty ass to forgive me." He scoffs, "well perhaps you could start by dropping the unnece-" "But I have! I did! I tried being nice, but you do nothing but attack me." He scoffs, "and if that were true then you would not be sufferings still." "I JUST WANT TO SLEEP!" I scream, lunging at him as I grab his stupid collar, "you have NO idea what it feels like to be so tired but restless." "I think I would know-" "BUT YOU DON'T! Because you don't need sleep, or food, or anything! You are just an all powerful monster, devoid of emotions and any sense of compassion." He shoves my hands off him and I pull back as I heave. Dream tilts his head at my tear stained face with disdain. "Lucienne told me you were captured-" "It was not her place to tell you anything." "You would know what it feels like to be trapped!" I release a shudder, "or perhaps you are so caught up in your own self-pity that you will never believe anyone else can suffer, at your cruel hands, no less."

I slam my head on the cafeteria table repeatedly until I feel my forehead sting. I feel tears prick my eyes in frustration.

I just want to sleep.

"I just wanna sleep, you royal douche bag-" I whimper, "can you fucking hEAR ME-"

"Hey!" someone catches my forehead, mid head bang, and I crane my neck up to see the worries and breathless face of my classmate, "where have you been? I haven't seen you at lunch in forever."

I groan and straighten up, just to slump down on my chair and rub my eyes in frustration. "I'm so fucking tired, Tim."

"Yeah, no shit," he says, right as the sound of a chair being dragged back fills my ears, "you look like shit."

I let out a whimper, unable to withhold the tears from my eyes, "you think I don't fucking know that?"

I break down against my palms, incapable of keeping my emotions in anymore. Tim stiffens at the sight and lets out a string of curses before placing a hand on my shoulder, "I didn't mean to-"

"Look, if you're here to annoy me too, just leave, Tim."

"What?"

I rip my hands away and look at him with my wet eyes, "I don't know why you're here, but just leave!"

He scoffs, "you don't know why I'm here?" He crosses his arms, "well maybe because I'm worried about you?! Because we're friends?!"

"..."

His brows furrow, "how's that, asshole?"

"... we're... friends?"

Tim's face twists, "are you fucking stupid for real?"

I don't get to reply as my name is suddenly called. I turn to my side and feel my blood still at the face before me.

"You called me," Dream says, turning from me to Tim, "are you in trouble?"

I still and turn between the two, as an incredulous chuckle leaves my throat, "now hold on," I scoff, "hold on just a damn second."

Dream turns back to me and I peer up at him, "are you trying to tell me that you came here because you thought I called you and that I was in some sort of trouble."

"You did call me," he mutters, completely ignoring the rest of what I just said, "I am not one to lie."

Tim turns to me as I laugh. His face is warry as when I stand from my seat. The serious expression Dream's face disturbs me and I chuckle yet again.

"I'm so sorry," I place a hand on my chest, "where are my manners? I should introduce you two first: Tim, Dream, Dream, Tim," I turn to the latter, "you wanna know where I go at lunch? This is the Dream Lord I've been duking it out with every time."

Tim rises from his seat, grabbing my arm.

It seems, Dream does not take kindly to this and shows it by stepping close to the man. As Tim turns to the glaring Dream, I scoff and push the Endless to face me, "you're insane. Aren't you?"

Tim speaks my name softly.

"No," I turn to Tim, "he's the reason why I can't sleep because I questioned his kingliness or some shit-" I snap back to Dream, "in fact I'm so fucking tired I don't remember why you've been giving me nightmares in the first place."

"Okay, calm down," Tim tugs me towards him as he repeats my name, "we should just go to my place now and have lunch there."

"And who are you to take her anywhere?" Dream demands, making Tim's face contort in anger.

"I'm her actual friend, dipshit."

"Except she doesn't have any friends."

Tim snorts in annoyance, "as I'm sure you've been gaslighting her to believe."

With that, we walk away from Dream, even though I was so ready to lunge at him. Tim gave me an absolute earful about something, not that I actually listened. But still, even as his words entered one ear and out the other, I still cringed at the severity of his harsh but concerned tone.

Out of spite of myself, I told him I would skip the rest of my classes and sleep the entire day. After arguing about it, Tim eventually walked me back to my home and I punished myself by actually trying to go to sleep.

You have no idea how shocked I was when it worked.

I didn't realize I was sleeping because I was suddenly in a glimmering black dress.

Lucienne came running over to me with a wide smile, "You did it! You did it, dear, you did it!"

"What?"

"You've put sense into that old fool's head," she grabs my face, "and convinced him to throw a ball in honor of the reconstruction of the Dreaming."

"Wait," I shake my head, "so I'm-" I grip my earlobes and find only the smoothness of my skin, "dreaming?"

Lucienne beams at me as tears glass my eyes.

"Now, is not the time for sadness," she sighs, grabbing my hands, "today we celebrate!"

Seeing all sorts of beings dancing and making merry in the grand halls with such festive and upbeat music made it hard to resist. Of course I was reluctant and in denial. It was all happening so quickly, But when I was drawn into the middle of the room by Lucienne, who linked her arm in mine, and started spinning around, I couldn't help but laugh and dance with her.

My spirit is livened by the sound of the fiddles and the sweet voice singing to the music.

By the time the chorus comes along, I am relaxed and try to hum along with the music as Lucienne and I giggle at how poorly we were dancing.

I am promptly halted when the arm linked in mine pulls away and I slam into a firm dark chest.

I grip on a pair of biceps and tilt my head up. Dream he looks down at me with an expression I have never seen before.

I pull away quickly, but he catches my wrist, "it was your idea to have a dance," he leads me back near to him, "might you share one with me?"

I'm surprised he actually waits for my response. And so I reluctantly nod my head.

The moment I do, he does the weirdest thing. His lips curve upwards and he spins me to the beat of the music.

All the stiffness and unwillingness begins to melt away as Dream leads me to the music. Though his gaze on me is heavy and scrutinizing, I cannot bring myself to look away.

"It really took a man showing his concern for me for you to finally change your mind," I mutter.

"No," he readily denies, "it was you who made me change my mind."

I roll my eyes, "but it took Tim to set the wheels in motion."

He shakes his head, "you truly could not be farther from your great-great grandmother."

I huff, unable to understand him, "she must have meant a lot to you."

"She did," he pauses for a moment, "she was the gentleness to my indifference."

"So, what? Is this the part where you tell me you're my great-great-granddaddy?"

He spins me around and presses his chest against my back, "if Josephine were here, she would be horrified to know how filthy her daughter's lips are."

"I'm not her daughter..." I mumble, feeling my pulse rise at our proximity, "I'm her great-great-"

Dream spinning me cuts me off. When he retrieves me by my waist, he softly tells, "you were right. I have been cruel and devoid of emotion."

Our dancing comes into a stop as he willingly admits this.

"My own hurt and the unjust expectations I had of you to act like someone you are clearly not is what lead me to be so," he mutters with a solemn expression, "it does not make it right, and it is not an excuse, but I wanted to tell you this."

My brows furrow tightly at his words. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"I apologize for my wrongdoings. I do not enjoy what I have become, and I know I am disgracing the memory of my friend for being so brutal to her child."

I feel a shiver run down my spine. In pure disbelief, I grab his face, "are you seriously Dream of the Endless?"

His teary eyes crinkle in amusement and it causes me further bewilderment, "I am."

When he places hands on my wrists so gently, I feel goosebumps form on my arms.

"You are so familiar yet so foreign to me all at once."

I pull away from him, not knowing what to say.

Just then, the music ends and everyone but us breaks into applause.

When another song plays, I press my lips and extend my hand out to him, "how about another dance?"

Tim was lying on the other side of a cafeteria table, while I was sat opposite to him as I typed away on my laptop. He was playing on his electric guitar connected to his tiny, rechargeable amp, which was propped on the table. His nonchalance while expertly riffing made passersby stop, watch, and swoon. Typical Tim. He sits up just as I turn back when I hear my name get called. A small smile finds my lips as I greet my caller, "Dream. What are you doing here?" "It's lunch time and you have not come to the Dreaming yet." Dream catches the fact that I was not wearing my earrings, just as I chuckle, "and why would I go to the Dreaming?" Tim had already straightened up and stopped playing at this point. I shake my head and shrug, "I'm not going to pretend like I didn't go to you to convince you to stop my nightmares. And now you've gotten rid of them, I won't bother you." I examine Dream's expression, but there was nothing to examine, he was as still as a statue. "You don't have to worry about me. You can do your work in peace now," I nod and turn back to my laptop. Tim's eyes widen at what he hears and he decides to just lie back down and play again. I stop myself in the middle of typing to steal a look behind me in case Dream was still there. When I found no one, I pushed the thought of him away and finished my homework.