#like can he have visions in his dreams?

[jacarandaaaas]

thinking about bruno angst rn!

so idk if visions that would come unexpectedly to bruno was confirmed to be a thing or not but I’ve always wondered… since being able to see the future did he ever unexpectedly foresee any of the madrigal deaths??

[undead-moth]

I know I've been on about this for a while now and I'm being a hater but you're telling me SydCarmy was "always meant to be platonic" even though there are two seasons of writing making use of tried-and-true explicitly romantic tropes, themes and writing signals, and SydLuca is going to be romantic because...he was nice to her on screen for a few minutes?

I don't even care if people ship SydLuca, or if they just prefer it, but you can't honestly tell me that you believe Carmy was always meant to be a friend but Luca is an obvious love interest.

Just because Syd and Carmy haven't kissed or confessed their love to each other doesn't mean that isn't very obviously the direction this show is going. The Bear has already shown you who is endgame. It has shown you every episode of the show so far.

Honestly I really don't think The Bear fanbase understands this show or cares about these characters or the story being told here, which is unfortunate because this show is shockingly well-written in comparison to most shows right now, and we should be so grateful for it but all we're doing is complaining that the writers led us on by not making a ship canon fast enough. It's just. Sad.

[treasureplcnet]

someone on the bodies production team you have to release more layout/bts pictures of charles whiteman's flat please. this is a great start but i need to know him better. particularly if it's got about as much mould as a second year uni house and if he owns as many chairs as it seems LOL

[jessicas-pi]

I finally found some time to sit down and listen to music and relax and just not think about anything, but the music I was listening to was the new Taylor Swift album and The Prophecy came on and now I will be thinking about how well it fits that really angsty chapter of Time Heals All Wounds for the next 36 hours.

[entering--hyperspace]

Cannot imagine whatever is going on through Mr Leonard Echowatcher's head. You spend your life yearning for a world where you lived differently, where the day wasnt soaked in war, blood, and battle. Where you could envision a future where you have a partner and a family with friends to live gracefully with. But then you are given such opportunities only to find you were never taught to be gentle, you have a gentle, empathetic nature and yet the physicality of it is a stranger to you. You are expected to raise a child with gentle hands so that she saves the world, What does that even mean? How can you accept your growing love for your friend when you were never taught how to love, that intimate love is a luxury best left forgotten, there are no need for such things in war. He has to learn to become the things he wanted bc he grew too old to develop it naturally. He becomes a father to taimi fumbling his way into learning how to care and parent, he is defensive of Aurene bc he is from a culture where they arent expected to raise their own young and yet has to do so with a dragon. It feels like a test, He has to prove both to others and to himself he is capable of being a father, of nuturing, that calloused, stained hands can still be gentle. He has to accept that love is a terrifying leap of faith in vulnerability in order to gain a partnership that is considered a rarity. I love the idea that he spent 30 years yearning for things he thought he would never have and when he is actually given those opportunities (albeit admittedly through unusual circumstances) he has to learn how to actually live in them, becuase they were always just Concepts until now. Ohhhh my god Mr. Leo you are my everything

[godsfavoritescientist]

Building off of what I wrote in my fic "Sparks," I'm really compelled by the idea of Ford genuinely no longer being interested in sailing around in a boat with Stan by the time they were seniors in high school.

I like the idea of it not being just a symptom of the resentment that had been building between them, nor it being a dream of Ford's that only paled in comparison to west coast tech, but it being a genuine loss of interest on Ford's end. I think it complicates things even further in some really juicy ways.

Like, imagine going through high school slowly losing more and more interest in the dream you've shared with your twin and only friend ever since you were little kids. How do you break it to him? How do you explain it to him without making it sound like a rejection of him? Without it making him hate you?

How do you explain it without it feeling like a spit in the face to all the hard work he's put into a plan that started out as a way of him comforting you by telling you "it doesn't matter what people say about you, you're going to be an adventurer who sails away into the sunset and never has to hear their mockery ever again, and there will be babes and treasure and heroism, and then they'll all see how cool you really are!"

And all through high school you think to yourself, "he's going to move on to more realistic dreams any day now, and then I won't have to say anything about it!" But no matter how many times you mention something else he could do with his life that he seems interested in, or bring up the challenging logistics of traveling around long-term in a boat, he sounds just as committed to the childhood dream as ever, and completely oblivious to how apprehensive you sound.

So resentment grows, little by little. Because that's easier than confronting the soul-crushing levels of guilt that are building up inside of you, every time you don't take an opportunity to tell him you don't want to do the plan anymore. You don't have a single person in your life who modeled how to have difficult conversations for you. As far as you know, having this conversation with Stan would crush him into tiny little pieces and then he would hate you forever, and you can't stand the idea of losing the only friend you've ever had.

So tensions grow. A lack of interest turns into a bitter resentment that, if you were really being honest with yourself, is directed more at yourself than it is at Stan.

And then the falling-out happens, and it seems like you were proven right. Stan hates you now, and he's never going to forgive you for giving up on his dream. But two can play that game, so you try to hate him too. Because if you hate him too, then maybe it won't hurt as much that he never came back. That he never even turned up at school, or by the boat, or in through your bedroom window in the middle of the night. He knows what dad's like, and how he says impulsive exaggerated things when he's angry, and haven't you both dealt with his harsh words countless times before and been able to dust yourselves off and joke about it later? So why isn't he back at home, joking with you about how absurd your dad acted that night, being impossible and belligerent about ruining your dream, but at least now you're even, because you've ruined his dream too.

-

And now imagine you find out he risked the lives of everyone in existence to bring you back, right after you had accepted your fate was to die killing Bill. It would be terrifying and confusing and infuriating. If he cared so much, why didn't he do something to reconnect with you sooner? Why did he ignore you in favor of trying to make it big without you? Why didn't he take the infinitely safer and simpler action of reaching out to you without you having to track down his address and send a desperate plea for help? You were convinced that he didn't care enough to bother with you unless you had an important enough reason for him to come. But even then, he thought your plans were stupid. He didn't want anything to do with you, not even with the world at stake.

Did he save your life out of guilt? Does he pity you that much? It doesn't add up with what he did in the decade leading up to shoving you into the portal. And the dissonance between the version of him in your head that hates you, and the man who held out his arms to welcome you back to your home dimension, is so strong that you feel like you're being lied to again, like you're back in the depths of gaslighting and manipulation that Bill put you through, even though there's no way that's what Stan is trying to do... right? You can't figure it out, so you run away from it. You don't want to know the answer to whether or not Stan hates you, because you don't know which answer would hurt more, so you try to make him hate you more than ever, because at least then you would know for sure how he feels.

And in the end, after he sacrifices his memories for you, and for the world, things seem clearer. The layers upon layers of confusion and anger and hurt seem to have washed away like drawings in the sand, leaving behind the simple truth: that you two had an argument, and didn't move past it for forty years, and despite everything you put each other through, you both still want to re-connect.

So you sail away in a boat together.

And at first, it's wonderful. It's exactly what you want. It feels like an apology to Stan, and a thank-you for saving the world, and a once-in-a-lifetime chance to heal the rift between you two, and it's good to be back on earth, and you wonder why you ever doubted the dream you two once had.

But then, after the first long journey you spend on the sea together, when you get back home to dry land, Stan is already talking about planning your next adventure out on the open sea. He recaps every adventure you had on the first trip, over and over again, and he wants to chat with you all through the morning and long into the night, and you don't have the words to explain to yourself that you don't have enough social battery for this, and suddenly you're slipping back into the horrifyingly familiar feeling of Stan being overbearing and needing space from him and how could you think that? How could you think that about him after everything he's done for you and everything he's forgiven you for? But the longer this goes on, the more you realize that you still don't want to spend the rest of your life sailing around with Stan. It's great fun in moderation, but the idea of your whole life revolving around Stan and going on adventures with Stan and being in a boat with Stan with no time to be by yourself thinking about your own things and figuring out your own dreams makes your skin crawl with a claustrophobic kind of panic that you still don't know how to put into words forty years after the first time this feeling grabbed you by the throat and ruined your friendship with Stanley.

But the first time this happened, it nearly ruined his life forever. You can't let yourself feel this. You don't feel this. You're happy to spend the rest of your life fulfilling Stan's lifelong dream, and making up for the time you crushed his dream, and sure, maybe he crushed your dream once too, and maybe it would be nice for him to support your dreams like you're now doing for him, but you can't say that. He saved the universe, and it would be horrible and ungrateful and cruel for you to try to voice these feelings, especially when you don't know how to voice your feelings without it making other people feel like you twisted a knife into their gut. So you try to pretend the feeling isn't there.

You go out on a boat with Stan again. You planned out another incredible journey together, and this should be fun, and you should be happy about this, but the unspoken feeling you shoved as far down in yourself as it could possibly go is eating you alive. The worst part? Stan is starting to notice. You have never been good at hiding your emotions. The trick to it has always been to convince yourself you don't feel it at all, and not think about it, and that has always worked like a charm. But whenever the emotion claws its way back up to the forefront of your mind, you can tell Stan knows something is wrong. So you can't even give him the happy ending he deserves. You can't even convince him that you want to be here on the open seas forever with him, like he deserves. And you keep trying and trying to hide it, but Stan keeps asking in roundabout ways, like "You're being awfully quiet, sixer," and "whats that look on your face?" and eventually it comes exploding out of you like a shaken-up soda bottle dropped on its cap.

And then it's like you're back at home in New Jersey again, standing in the living room while dad grabs Stanley by the shirt. It all comes pouring out of you, in the worst possible way, with the worst possible phrasing, like a pandora's box of monstrousness, and Stan tries to fight back against the sting of your words, but you're made out of acid and you're burning through him and you can see it on his face, and there's never any coming back from this, not this time, you'll just have to either jump into the ocean or become a monster forever, so Stan can hate you more easily again, and-

-and at the end of the outburst, you're still on a boat in the middle of nowhere in the ocean with your brother, in dangerous waters, and you have things to do to keep the boat running smoothly.

You can't run away from him. He can't run away from you. You're stuck here for at least a couple more weeks, even if you turned around and sailed back towards shore right away.

-

And the thing that compels me so much here, despite how unbelievably angsty it all is, is that it sets up a situation wherein the Stans might end up forced to actually address the decades of resentment and confusion and wanting-to-reconnect-throughout-it-all that they thought they could gloss over and heal with enough time spent adventuring together on a boat. They might end up forced to actually address the crux of the issue that drove them apart in the first place: Ford wanting a little more space to feel like his own person, and to feel like he's able to have his own dreams, too.

It wouldn't happen easily, nor right away, but if they were stuck together on a little boat in the middle of nowhere surrounded by magical creatures they have to protect each other from in order to make it back home alive, then after they had one fight where they brought up all the things they silently agreed to never bring up again, it would probably happen many more times, and each time it would leave them both angrier at each other than ever, until eventually something honest slipped through amidst all the saying-anything-except-what-they-mean bickering. And once enough of these honest moments slipped through, then they would have a thread to tug on to start to unravel the gargantuan knot of their decades of unresolved conflicts.

And then, eventually, maybe Stan could learn that he can have a good friendship with his brother without needing to be glued to him at the hip, and Ford needing a certain amount of alone time doesn't mean he dislikes him or wants to abandon him, and Ford could learn that he can be honest and have a meaningful connection with someone without it driving them away and making them hate him.

[thelivingautomaton]

alright, since the Remedy brainworms got me I've been replaying Control, got to the AWE expansion last night and picking up on all the echoes/foreshadowing for Alan Wake 2 is making me go utterly bonkers, but like. has anyone picked up on or talked about how in all of Alan's Hotline messages to Jesse, when he's writing about her POV, he exclusively calls her 'Faden'

like, maybe it didn't poke my brain the first time I played it since he does the same thing when talking about Hartman, but coming from AW2 it's pretty jarring as a stylistic oddity...almost like there's a reason (in-universe and/or out-of-universe) that he doesn't call her 'Jesse'...almost like there's only one Faden in his story...

and given how in AW2 we also get some (quasi-) clarification regarding the limits of Alan's ability to "make stuff up" vs alter and rewrite "real-world" events that he sees in clairvoyant flashes...given the Night Springs screenplay pages you can find in AWE that parallels the FBC and the events of Control (i.e. a Director and a Scientist opening a portal to another dimension, finding an eldritch Entity, the Director trying to take its power for himself and then getting taken over before shooting himself)...given how literally all of the "dreams" Dylan tells Jesse about are descriptions/viewings of stuff that takes place on one level of reality or another ("I was the director and you were an intern"; "we were in a game, and it was a fucking boring game but you couldn't stop playing it"; Mister Door, and "a world with a writer writing about a cop, and another world where the writer was real"; a "musical" about Jesse), except, seemingly, the dream about "Jesse Dylan Faden"...

guys. are you picking up what I'm putting down here. guys. GUYS

[memorys-skyscraper]

the scene in yakuza 5 where shinada and milky dance on the roof talking about how they should run away and start over in a new town with new jobs and new lives, only for milky to abruptly stop and let shinada go when she gets called back downstairs to work, while shinada is sent stumbling by suddenly being let go until he too comes to a stop, burns a hole in my brain

[thatonecrookedsmile]

Before the month started, I had made my own tierlist of projects and announcements that are/will be shown during the special FNAF anniversary week based on how excited I was/am for them. The highest ones are the ones I'm most interested in and the lowest ones are the ones I'm…not.

I did this at the end of July, and only now did I remember to post it here.

The week is going well, but it's this second half that will be more interesting.

OG Tierlist/Template.

[mekanikaltrifle]

i am still pondering setting equinox on someone's vampires but man he's an awkward one to fit in a WoD scenario cause he wouldn't... be any of the major types of anything, if I wanted to preserve his details at all.

He couldn't be imbued because his powers are too odd, but he's not Awakened as a mage. he's definitely alive and not a vampire, nor a ghoul because his powers don't fit Disciplines. Definitely not Garou. Nor changeling or demon, because there's no infernal shithead possessing him, he's just himself.

Technically there are all sorts of little rules for like... people who're Changed some way or the other and he's closer to a Deviant (of nWoD) than anything else, but... I like the idea of him being something ill defined.

So he's pretty much always going to be an original fiction/rp character. And that's okay :D

[carefulfears]

thinking about how truly frantic scully gets when she becomes convinced that jackson is the only person who could protect or save mulder. like she spends 16 years suffering resigning herself to never even contacting her child and making sure he’s hidden and no one could find him and then like 1 dream that makes her feel like mulder needs it, and she’s like, well! guess i’m tracking him down today!

[vvitchering]

We need TBOBF pt 2 and it’s just Boba and Fennec and Cobb being a scooby gang during the (non)events of Mando S3

[unproduciblesmackdown]

speaking of metaphors to illustrate the autistic experience, The Setup: okay obviously thinking abt winston quant billions, my home base for [considering, discussing, exploring, conveying the autistic experience] as well as just a [i am always considering some shit] home base. spinning off of the idea "he can be clairvoyant for real b/c like, well he's right, he Is cassandra, not just b/c of the [always seeing the future] thing but b/c of what's usually more specifically applied to cassandra figures: being right but everyone is like 'NO b/c NOTHING you say can be right so SHUT UP already' as is also extremely applied to him whenever he 'says something' or possibly 'is physically present' or 'any other situation in which he can possibly Wrong people by their putting in the effort to acknowledge him to themself in any way'"

And So, Further Setup: other preternatural manifestations except they are all the more essentially Expressive, they Do require effort in the way that every possible process of being alive requires effort, but like other processes have the range of possibly being unconscious, involuntary, conscious & voluntary but so practiced that they can be done more absentmindedly / automatically, voluntary and "active" effort (but probably little to no Ability that's like, beyond the Expressive. everyone being telekinetic or anything is off track, this is more about the world of ppl being able to Communicate than other external applied processes they can carry out) like, e.g., tayston telepathy being more literal in addition to how they can deliberately, directly nonverbally communicate b/w themselves both effectively and efficiently, and how winston Gets things abt taylor when we don't know if/how anyone explained anything to him and which other ppl do Not get despite that we do know they're more involved in some plotline loop. imagining like any nonrealistic emotionally illustrative sensory cues that can here just be made literal. But:

yet more setup, talking heads' radio head style: what if these [a bonus layer of people Expressing Their Internal State atop realism] is, also, not Automatic to interpret or observe. manifesting in different ways for different people and maybe sometimes one's frequency happens to already be more aligned with certain people's, but to get a literal Clearer Signal to their bonus expressive sights or sounds or static charges making your arm hair stand up or what have you takes Effort no matter what. if you're on their wavelength, you'll get a faint picture / indicating that Something is there, maybe an impression that, through foreknowledge of that particular person's particular manifestations, is all the easier to get the gist of, but to tune in to it more fully takes effort, and the signal strength (sometimes) depends on their conscious effort too, but also it can be strong as hell while to everyone else nothing's happening if they're not tuned in, or there's some [barely anything] secondhand manifestation in another field that can be easily ignored or entirely overlooked too....but also: you can notice a signal and tune it Out so that you're not picking up on it At All, but this Also takes effort. but it's such a case of like, again a conscious voluntary process can seem more Effortless when it's something ppl have practiced such that it's Easy and just kind of their own automatic background process....whereas to go "well i guess i could try to pick up on your weird frequency" Is considered this "extra" effort to expend, and you can go like, well why don't you just get a more Normal one like 96 hz, or like if i'm not picking up on it with the ease i do other people's and i'm not recognizing and Understanding the material i'm picking up on that i sampled for 0.09 seconds then why is Your aired material inferior &/or absent, obviously (this radio thing is itself a metaphor lol at least in that, like, nobody's Physically turning dials. but Some Of Us Probably More Depending On Age / Exposure To Radio Tuning Dials Have Been There re: that the Precision of catching a weaker signal is a process requiring the effort of more time & focus, including possibly being willing to just Listen Closer to something that will come through less clearly than other signals even as best as you can land on it)

all this as specific leadup to: i was like, what if winston has mood ring bioluminescence. but what would give it flair vs like, for real just [pick a pattern and color/intensity correlates to mood sometimes] and i was like, neon displays would be a flair. can flicker and hum and vary in brightness or blow out and it can have some shapes or lines that abstractly convey some Feelings. and then i was like "lol but it can't just spell out Words like a neon sign does. or be an emoticon or something" but then i was like, the hell it can't. winston's tee being overwritten with an [I'M PISSED] kilowatt glow that others are autotuning out, or ignoring what faint / incomplete picture they're getting, flickery low brightness with letters unilluminated if there's not a stronger connection....while if you're Trying to tune in and you've Up To Date Active Learned the WNSN 89.5 language then you Do see the [they're just flat out Words b/c it's like when someone is internally yelling but externally quiet] like he Does get neon signs that just say some shit. you Can see the [vision of simultaneous alternate winston who is face to hands, head to desk, body prone to floor, surrounded by thunderclouds like in a comic, accompanied with high energy static, mood ring glowing neon purple curlicue lines which those in the know means distress] you Can be friends and experience a literal figurative warmth or cooling from proximity to him, whichever is more replenishing. whilest winston can hone and craft some of what he expresses if he has the "someone's trying to pick up on this" knowledge, and if he's not instead putting in Effort to suppress any of it, b/c that can also take that extra effort. ongoingly. masking style. and that's depleting / disheartening (also masking style)

i have tried to think of a similar "no he Could just have a neon sign light up" sensory experience that would also be fun & funny and my Just Now spontaneous inspiration was Hit A Pinball Machine Jackpot. fling your orb his way and it can ricochet around through him and you get Lights & [You Did It!] adequately unalarming alarm noises and your winston points get a nice boost. the bonus of another launched effort if yours sinks without having to give him 75 cents or what have you. how does the ricocheting work? well that is for winston to feel (it is high energy / noticeable internal interplay but not like Ow Ouch literal physical) but you will see the results (mood ring neon lightup You Did It) this isn't very serious it is Fun but it's like, take the fun thing and just follow it a ways and see what comes of that. i'm just pinballing ideas for kicks and this post is mostly to say "winston can be out here spelling it out in neon huh"

oh and further notes being: b/c this is a parallel to irl, including a framework of ableism, it's not like "wow at last an 'objective' direct externalization of anyone's internal experiences which is Universally Correctly Interpreted," and it's also not like it supplants the real life communication....like if emitting neon purple curlicues is, sometimes, even usually, associated with [distress] for winston, that wouldn't be universal. and someone could make assumptions about what it means, or infer a larger context based on further observations, but it's like, you'd have to ask to be more sure. and asking outright like "hey what do you mean by emitting neon purple curlicues" could be akin to asking outright "hey what do you mean by [description of a stim]" wherein like, that sure could get info, but it could be asked with an inherent negative assessment like oh you're never Supposed to Have to ask, like how oh smiling always means happy and frowns are bad (which isn't accurate) everyone knows that....your fidgeting or nonverbal vocalizations or repetition or what all should be so Normal that everyone of course Knows the associated experience and doesn't even have to think about it. whereas maybe someone doesn't notice they were [non neurotypically "invisible"] stimming at all, maybe they do it alone and haven't noticed it much themself to be ready to put it accurately into words, maybe they feel put on the spot by a question that could be more a rhetorical [issuing a judgment] than an earnest request for info

and b/c [parallel to ableism] there can't be like, oh good faith both sides is the same situation like "oh most people just genuinely Cannot pick up on winston's neon signs"....it's unilateral and a perspective/approach that can be dropped, being marginalized means needing to put in more effort and having more taken from you while at most your rewards are simply being targeted with Less negative treatment, being centered / marginalizing has its efforts streamlined and systemically supported while extracting gains from those beneath you and getting to dole out the negative treatment....rather than Conscious Effort being an inherent part of interpreting and navigating sharing a conversation or room or building or planet with anyone else, it's like, no, only Superiors with Power are Worth effort to work With them, your more vulnerable inferiors are only worth effort Against them, anyone trying to correctly appease a higher up should never ask anything of them and instead appeal with everything they can and will offer....winston can suddenly have the psychic aux with a soundtrack to his mood that everyone hears, rather than oh they just Can't, and it'd be like winston you don't deserve to have the aux, shut it off or we'll tune you out and/or turn on you to punish this insurrection of the social hierarchy. the way a mood Sounds could be misinterpreted, all we know is he knows Of metal genre lore, that's what plays when he's chilling in the zone or i don't know, having a particularly nice time, but anyone could be like hmm sounding chaotic and discordant and aggressive to me, like his mood is [arrogantly about to insurrect again by saying something], let's kill him: being an example

and, again, that [anything] here could be consciously suppressed or honed as it manifests, but that takes effort....as it might when it Is like, gee i'm having a hard time understanding some particular way you are expressing something / trying to take a nap so flickering neon glows during this chat wouldn't be it, do you have some alternate way of manifesting / conveying / enhancing / burning off this feeling? versus that people will ignore or misunderstanding without having to be that aware that they're ignoring or misunderstanding, and not actively work with anyone if need be like, b/c of some misalignment that's more genuinely this two-way street like doesn't work for the both of us as a specific combination right now...."umm interpreting people's vibes and demeanors and modes of expressing / communicating should take as little thought / effort / Learning as possible" No!!! also for example if i had comic strip weather mood illustrations, [rain cloud] would not be a bad mood lol. if i'm feeling down, realizing it's sunny makes it worse, i am wearied & dismayed by that, Rain and overcastness is like oh nice, that's chill & safe & cozy, to invigorating & restorative & exciting & watering my crops....that, again, if winston has something so "objective" as neon sign Words, it wouldn't be some like manifestation of his feelings being translated Outside of him. it'd have to be something like, he's yelling that in his internal monologue, or he's whispering it on purpose to someone else he knows is tuned in, who he Wants to communicate it to....whereas, on the flipside, if it's like someone saying "what's up with [implicit negative judgment on some stim or whatever other considered 'incorrectly' 'abnormal' behavior]," he could With Conscious Effort that is also more ongoing than [just flip the switch to off], suppress that from happening / do so around that one person &/or in general. while trying to tune in to and accurately(tm) parse any & everyone in general's own signals b/c [double empathy problem is all your fault] and having to try to actively give enough to be treated better and to try to actively avoid being treated worse

[pocketramblr]

wait but did susebron have prophetic dreams

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

like literally what is c!Punz’s personality anymore. he likes power. okay is that it. he was nice to c!clingy in the past and mourned c!tommy’s death even under egg possession and now he’s making fun of c!tommy being suicidal because… ??? he had zero reason to fake that, was he just lying for the sake of the camera? he’s loyal to c!dream, but c!dream literally just ignores him the second c!tommy says something so why does he give a shit. we are not shown a close relationship, seeing them in the finale makes it seem like c!Punz is chasing the friendship of a man who literally doesn’t give a fuck about him and literally doesn’t at all talk to him even when he’s begging him to the second he has a chance to hang out with c!tommy. why is he willing to die for his ideals? why is he putting himself through agony for power? does he have a single fucking character motivation? he’s literally not a character at this point he’s just a deus ex machina to make it so c!dream can’t die. and that’s a fucking bullshit thing to do with a character.

[arsenicpanda]

if jarchie were to become canon, it would make Kevin Smith a prophet