#poetic dream-catcher

[redangeldragnet1982]

my reading list +_+

🍀=currently reading

🐜=on my bookshelf (locked and loaded)

🐜🐩On the Road- Kerouac

🐜🐩From Bauhaus to Our House- Tom Wolfe

🐜🐩The Subterraneans- Jack Kerouac

🐜🐩The Electric Koolaid Acid Test- Tom Wolfe

🐩 The Kite Runner- Khaled Hosseini

🐜🐩 Naked Lunch- William Burroughs

🐜🐩 One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest- Ken Kesey

🐜🐩 Doctor Rat- William Kotzwinkle

🐜🐩 The Picture of Dorian Grey- Oscar Wilde

🐜🐩 Still Life With Woodpecker- Tom Robbins

🐜🐩The Dharma Bums- Kerouac

🐜🐩Slaughterhouse Five- Kurt Vonnegut

🐜🐩The Cat Inside- Burroughs

🐜🐩The Wild Boys- Burroughs

🐩The Fall- Albert Camus

🐜🐩 Dr. Sax- Kerouac

🐜🐩 Another Roadside Attraction- Tom Robbins

🐜🐩 Breakfast of Champions- Vonnegut

🐜🐩 The Sirens of Titan- Vonnegut

🐜🐩 Fierce Invalids Home From Hot Climates- Tom Robbins

🐜🐩 Timequake- Vonnegut

🐜🐩 Slapstick or Lonesome no More- Vonnegut

🐜🐩 The Kandy Kolored Tangerine Flake Streamline Baby- Tom Wolfe

🐜🍀 Totem and Taboo- Freud

🐜🍀 Society of the Spectacle- guy debord

🐜🍀 Even Cowgirls Get the Blues- Tom Robbins

🐜🐩 On Dreams- Freud

🐜🍀 Woolgathering- Patti Smith

🐜🐩 Leonardo da Vinci and a Memory of His Childhood- Freud

🐜🐩 Diary of a Genius- Dalí

🐜🐩 Radical Chic & Mau-mauing the Flak Catchers- Tom Wolfe

🐜🐩Satori in Paris- Kerouac

🐜🐩The Pump House Gang- Tom Wolfe

🐜🐩Me Talk Pretty One Day- David Sedaris

🐜🐩Small Scale Subversion: Mail Art & Artistamps- John Held Jr.

🐜🐩 With William Burroughs- Victor Bockris

🐜🐩 Frank Lloyd Wright's Furnishings- Carla Lind

🐜🐩 Mauve Gloves and Madmen, Clutter and Vine- Tom wolfe

🐩The Hasheesh Eaters- Fitz Hugh Ludlow

🐜🐩Junkie- William Burroughs

🐜🐩Illuminations- Rimbaud

🐩A Season In Hell- Rimbaud

🐩The Color Out Of Space- HP Lovecraft

🐩Suspiria de Profundis- Thomas De Quincy

🐜🐩The Poetics Of Space- Gaston Bachelard

🐩The World As Will And Representation- Arthur Schopenhauer

🐩Correspondences- Charles Baudelair

🐩Les Champs Magnetiques- André Breton + Philippe Soupault.

🐩Geek Love- Katherine Dunn

🐩 Visions of Cody- Kerouac

🐩Scattered Poems- Kerouac

🐩The Holy Goof- William Plummer

🐩 Learning from Las Vegas- Robert Venturi

🐩 Complexity and Contradiction in Architecture- Robert Venturi

🐩 Junkie- William Burroughs

🐩 Queer- William Burroughs

🐩 Desolation Angels- Jack Kerouac

🐩Drugs are nice- Lisa Crystal Carver

[fyeahdprian]

[Envimedia] HITC 2021 Lineup: The Complete Guide

by Crista Bardales, Elaine C. and T. Aquila

November 5, 2021

88rising’s annual festival, Head In The Clouds, is just around the corner! The festival celebrates Asian music, with a diverse group of rising and/or well-known stars. Here is our guide to this weekend’s Head In The Clouds 2021 lineup.

Day 1 (November 6, 2021)

DPR LIVE & DPR IAN Hong Da-Bin and Christian Yu, known best by their stage names DPR LIVE and DPR IAN, are part of the independent label Dream Perfect Regime. South Korean singer-rapper DPR LIVE debuted in 2017 with the EP Coming To You Live. He has since then released many songs that demonstrate his creativity and capability. Meanwhile, Korean-Australian singer and rapper DPR IAN is the founder, creative director, producer, and chief editor of DPR. In late 2020, he made his solo debut with “So Beautiful” and showed the world just how multifaceted he is. Both artists are notorious for their brilliant abilities and innovative artistry that continue to inspire a new generation of musicians.

CL CL is no stranger to the international music scene. She debuted as rapper of legendary K-pop group 2NE1 in 2009, where she achieved her first Billboard chart ranking. Since then, she has launched her own solo career, with hits including “The Baddest Female” and “Hello Bitches.” In 2018, CL participated in the Closing Ceremony for the PyeongChang Winter Olympics, where she performed her 2NE1 debut track, “Fire,” and “Hello Bitches.” This year marks a new page in CL’s journey. The rapper-songwriter returned with her first full-length album, ALPHA. The long-awaited album consists of 11 riveting and bold tracks, including singles “Spicy” and “Lover Like Me.” As an experienced performer, CL is ready to take the Head In The Clouds stage by storm.

Day 2 (November 7, 2021)

Feel Ghood Music (Tiger JK, Yoon Mi-Rae, BIZZY, BIBI) Four different musicians from the label Feel Ghood Music are set to perform this year at Head In The Clouds. South Korean singer-songwriter, BIBI, debuted on May 15, 2019, with her single “Binu” and has since made a name for herself while captivating listeners with her sleek vocals. Korean hip-hop group MFBTYconsists of some of the most respected rappers, Tiger JK, Yoon Mi-Rae, and Bizzy. After four years, they made a comeback in 2019 with the EP Dream Catcher. With their unique impact, MFBTY have a strong influence in the Korean hip-hop community. 

eaJ eaJ is DAY6’s Jae moniker in his solo endeavors. Since 2020, the DAY6 vocalist and lead guitarist has ventured into his own singing-songwriting career, first releasing the song “LA TRAINS” on his YouTube channel. He then collaborated with other 88rising artists such as Rich Brian, keshi, and the latest being with Seori in “Dive with you.” Compared to his contribution to DAY6, eaJ is more stripped down and personal. With soulful ballads and poetic lyrics, eaJ has proved himself to be a soulful artist.

See You This Weekend, Head In The Clouds!  Nothing beats a celebration that honors Asian culture and creativity. If you’d like to stream the festival from home, make sure to tune in this weekend! The Head In The Clouds 2021 lineup is guaranteed to serve incredible live performances.

Going to the Head In The Clouds 2021 festival? Check out our list of concert beauty essentials here.

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[littlebabyliar]

The fever that takes me when I contemplate being a dream catcher or a body snatcher.

Either way it’s funny to me.

Poetic. Even.

#whysoserious

[mathewbaron]

Dream Catcher |Official Lyric Video| Christian Parker

"Dive into the world of dreams with "Dream Catcher," Christian Parker's captivating Official Lyric Video. Let the enchanting melodies and evocative lyrics transport you to a realm of imagination and possibilities. The mesmerizing visuals and poetic storytelling will leave you spellbound and inspired

[pleaseignor]

so, about catcher in the rye (stream of consciousness)

sooooo... catcher in the rye is a helluva book if I've ever seen one, but what's interesting right now, is the title and Holden's dream profession, being the catcher in the rye, real creative I know. The book DEFINITELY doesn't have me completely hooked so I DEFINITELY aren't thinking about it a lot, this is just what I've come up but to me being the catcher in the rye means being there for someone else, Holden describes it as catching those kids playing in the rye from falling over a cliff, which sounds poetic as shit but that's just the book I guess, to me, this means since Holden was kinda abandoned and everybody hates his guts rn, being the catcher means being able to help someone who's feeling as miserable as holden is since he doesn't have it right now. boy I tell ya Holden can get on my nerves but he's starting to grow on me, I feel bad for him and while he was kinda a bastard at the begging, he's starting to change for the better, but that's dumb and I DEFINITELY hope there's a happy ending for em.

[wheretheinkflows]

Perpetual

Sometimes I feel like a clock, time ahead and time behind

A never-ending journey to travel till a destination I should find

I trace the longest hand of anxiety, racing through the quarter

While the shortest one of legacy, grinds hard in life’s mortar

And the middle one which inspires jealousy, counting every minute for what it is

As we search the caves of existence, to complete our life’s analysis

[tofreezetime]

why clean when stains make things have beauty and character

[mleighsquickspot]

M’L P

Dream Catcher...

Are you one of the lucky few who became or went after your dreams?

Did you finish school; did you make the right connections; did you marry the right person?

Did your life for the most part go as you planned it or dreamed it would go or be?

It you did; good for you, you are one of the lucky few who can say that. Now what did you do to help others catch their dreams?

Did you give the new guy the first job he needed for his resume?

Did you help you own find their potential and point them towards what they needed?

Did you tell others that nothing is impossible it you put your mind to it?

If you did the well done; you have returned 100 fold what others gave you.

Dream what you will; let your mind soar to the seemingly impossible heights, because it you reach them then you are the dream catcher.

Let me know what you think and pass the thought along.

Get exclusive content on my Patreon, Much Love to you all https://www.patreon.com/mleighsquickspot

[poet-for-darkness]

Dream Catchers

Kept up high

Out of reach

Lives nets of our

Best

Forgotten

Memories

People search for their past

Drifted through the wind too far

Just too far to touch

Collective they stand collected

The memories

Owned every but few

Caught in the mix of the lightest and darkest

The brightest of dim glows continues to patter on the door

To dreams

And their catchers

[egopocalypse]

sparrow i'm sorry i'm not reading that it's 3am but uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

cdream would be splatoon 3 mr grizz and i will do to him what i did to discount freddy fazbear which is making him fucking combust into a million pieces, i will stuff that bitch with enough explosives to make a crater rivalling lmanberg, oh i'll fucking go through with project dream catcher myself if i have to.

i want that little bitch turned to dust, i want tubbo to mock him, mock dream with some stupid little chess metaphor, talking about how the pawn will crawl to the other line, get out the otherside and come back the strongest on the board when the player isn't looking. i want him to look dream in the eyes, tell him it's checkmate, before dealing the killing blow. maybe he'll die in the prison, surrounded by the walls dream had made to cage his best friend, the walls that tommy died in, but this time there won't be a revival, just a dead body laying in a cell left to rot slowly as nothing is there to reclaim unwanted material. he will die completely and utterly alone, in some sick twist of poetic retribution.

OUGHHHHHHHH. THAT'S ALL I WANT. I WANT JUSTICE TO BE SERVED.

The campaign's heating up! Who has what it takes to come out on top?

[amandaklwrites]

Top Ten Favorite Books

Here’s another top ten! This one is my favorite books of all-time (standalones, I'll do series at a later time). These are all ones that have spoken to me somehow and are incredibly important to me. More might show up on this list, but these will definitely be here. Here they are, in no particular order! 

1. The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern

I love everything about this book. It speaks to my soul and feels like literal magic pouring from its pages. A lot of what it says and the characters discuss are what I personally believe in. I read this during my first year in college and I remember feeling like I woke up from a dream while I read it on campus. Like it awakened something in me.

2. The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V. E. Schwab

This book woke up dark parts of me and I was mesmerized by the storytelling. It can be slow at times, but I was never bored. I loved the different elements and how it played with things I personally love in stories. Gah, I love this book.

3. Magic Lessons by Alice Hoffman

I can’t explain why I love this book so much. It felt like magic, and the writing style was so poetic that it pulled me in. I like all her other Owen women books, but this one is my favorite. The way it unfolded, the messages littered throughout. So beautiful.

4. Down Comes the Night by Allison Saft

I absolutely loved how this book played with sides of wars and guilt. It was a great fantasy, and the setting based off Victorian England was a plus for me, but I loved the themes in it. It felt gothic and fantastical and I loved the story it told.

5. The Year of the Witching by Alexis Henderson

Man, this book was intense and incredible. I loved that it framed the Puritans and hypocrisy of aspects in religion/cults. It opened by eyes to a lot of things, and I loved how deliciously dark it was.

6. The Uninvited by Cat Winters

I love all of Cat Winters’ books, but this one is a personal favorite. Just because I loved the story and the twist on it literally blew my mind. It’s so worth the read.

7. The Sun Down Motel by Simone St. James

I’m not a huge horror fan, but Simone St. James is an exception. I’ve tried other horror authors at times, and I think Simone is the absolute best. The Sun Down Motel scared the living hell out of me, when a book has never done that before. (PS, her first book, The Haunting of Maddy Clare was the first time I was so sucked in to reading it that I had no idea what was happening to me on campus, and two hours flashed by, and I was almost late to class).

8. Girl, Serpent, Thorn by Melissa Bashardoust

This book was so cool and interesting. It was based on Persian mythology, and the story was one I wasn’t familiar with. I just loved the characters and the story and the different culture that I learned so much about.

9. Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier

I had to read this book for class and it gave me the coolest feelings while reading it. I fell right into from the first page and I ate it up. Plus, I think reading it during the fall and discussing it in class with the rain pouring outside the open door made the whole vibe perfect.

10. The Catcher in the Rye by J. D. Salinger

My junior year of high school, we read this book. And I remember loving Holden so much because he got me. He can seem like an ass at times, but there is so much that he says that I just understand. My childhood sister (we aren’t related but grew up together, so she’s like my sister) and I both talk about this book all the time because we get Holden. And I like that connection with her for this book.

Runner Up: Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll

I just love this story. It goes straight over a top ten list, because it’s my favorite story altogether. So I thought I would just include it here. (For reference: I own 27 different editions of this book). 

[modern-vellichor]

Grief, is a Beautiful Thing

Stage Four: Depression

Warnings: Loss of a major character, depression, grief, suicidal thoughts.

Series Masterlist

Depression; feelings of severe despondency and dejection.

You ask Pepper for a few weeks off, she's more than happy to supply. She says you've worked to hard, you haven't had time to grieve. The others are going through it too, she says, she's seen Bucky crying on Sam's shoulder, Peter has come crying to her, Morgan can no longer sleep, she misses her dad. You have been grieving, just not like them, not in public. You are the piece of tape holding this team together, if you break now, so do they.

You tell Sam and Bucky that you're catching up on sleep, Peter is too scared to ask, and Thor, only god knows where he is.

You close all your curtains, your room is always dark and dim, always too warm, hot and heavy, humid. You wrap yourself in sweatpants and an old hoodie, Steve's old hoodie. It's far too big for you, comes down to your knees, the sleeves come past your hands. You curl up under your sheets, cocooning yourself away from a harsh and unfair reality.

The first few days, you cry. You scream and sob and shake, cries racking your body, your soul leaves through your tears. You scream into the nothingness until you can't cry any more, until your mouth is dry and your chest aches. You dampen your pillows, stain your sheets with mascara, you hug your knees to your chest. You breathe in his scent and you're thrown into a whirlwind of memories, happy memories, and it's like you can cry a million more tears, and you do.

"Y/N, baby, please", Steve cooed, his body wrapped around yours, his lips nipping at your ears.

You giggled in response, your gaze still focused on your book.

"In me burns the most Catholic of desires; to devour the divine", your voice was like honey in his ears, sweet and sticky, a melody that only you could play.

"what?", he asks, attention on your words, they resonated him. God, he wanted to devour you whole, absorb you, protect you from all the bad in the world, in a way, he wants to protect you from himself.

You repeat your words, he bathes in them, soaking them in.

"what do you think that means?", he ponders, into the air, you smile.

"I don't know. It depends on the person I guess", you whisper.

"what does it mean to you?"

"in my head, against all I was taught, burns a desire to do all that's unholy", you word it softly, slowly, in that moment Steve falls in love with you again, and this time, deeper, deeper than ever before. He's oceans away, meters below the surface, he just wants to keep swimming down, there's no hope for him now, you're it.

"You're the divine I wish to devour", he sings, to you and only you.

You sob into your pillow, fresh tears gracing your soft cheeks, not even the moon can comfort you know.

"honey?", he calls, playful and happy, pure joy dripping from his tongue. This is love, he thinks.

You round the corner, a smile gracing your angelic features. God, you're gorgeous, even more so than usual.

"Darling, I missed you", he says again. He always was one for pet names.

"Hey, Stevie. I missed you t-", you're interrupted by a yawn, your eyes drooping. You're tired, limp is his arms as he embraces you.

He carries you to bed, tucking you in before tucking himself flush against your back. You fit perfectly, you always did, he was always so much taller than you, you always fit so perfect in the palm of his hand.

You fall asleep again, hidden away from the outside world, the one that had brought you so much pain. Your mind is blank as you sleep, the only moments of peace it has allowed you since he left.

As you snooze softly, Bucky knocks on your door, calling out for you. He's worried, but you were doing so well. He decides you're just asleep, and you are, he leaves, but you're not well, you never really have been.

Its still dark in your room when you open your eyes, but its warmer, you know the moon is long gone. Sunshine filters in through the smallest crack in your blinds.

Sunshine.

Steve used to call you that, among other things.

Flower, doll, sunshine, honey, darling, baby. The usuals.

Sometimes he got more creative though, he always was artsy. He would come up with them while he scribbled a messy sketch of you into a beaten up journal.

"my goddess divine" "soul catcher" "maiden of my dreams"

Sometimes, in the dead of night, as the both of you were falling asleep. He would whisper a little poem, a mantra, for you, about you.

"my lady with honey skin and dew drop eyes"

"an angel stood at the gates of heaven, awaiting me with golden love"

Sometime over the week, your tears did dry out. You were left empty, broken, horribly numb. You hated it, you always hated silent emotion. You wanted to scream and shout and sob and cry, you wanted to throw tantrum after tantrum because it wasn't fair.

Because at least as sobs racked your feeble frame, you knew there was something there. You knew that a fire still burned deep inside of you, lightbulbs still flickered in your broken mind. Now, basked in miserable silence, and there was no life left inside of you.

There was nothing here for you now. Peter was growing up, he was graduating soon. Morgan was almost seven. Bucky was doing well on his own, Sam was filling Steve's shoes nicely. Even Pepper was running things smoothly, without you. Without you. Maybe, you've told your story. This is it, the drip finally stops. Not everything lasts forever.

You roll over, gaze landing on a photo you had framed on your nightstand.

You're sandwiched in between Bucky and Steve, both men pressing a wet kiss to either side of your face, and Sam is stood behind you, laughing his ass off, as usual. You smile, and start to stay your goodbyes.

You go through all your memories with your golden boys, happy, sad, angry, desperate. You whisper sweet words of sorrow into thick air as you choke on nothing. You save Bucky for last, he deserves the final kiss.

You remember when you first met Bucky, he was broken and bruised, Zemo had gotten to him. He nearly hurt Sam, his best friend. Bucky was only half there, The Soldier still present in every aching muscle.

Steve knew how good you were, how gentle and understanding you were, you could fix this. He knew you could hold your own, too, if God forbid something were to go wrong.

White walls. White. White. White. A metal table in the middle of the room, two chairs, a plain bed, which was considerably more comfortable than his cell at HYDRA. A mirror graced the wall of the door, double sided mirror, he knew that much.

Then you walked in, in a too-big hoodie and a pair of pajama bottoms, you were tired. Instead of staring at him with shock, or fear, or anger, you smiled. Big and warm and happy, teeth bared to the world.

"May I ask who I'm speaking to?", to you, Bucky and Soldat were two different people, in the same body. Classic personality disorder.

"I don't know you", he stated, voice low and gruff.

"My apologies", you smiled again. He liked that smile. "I'm Y/N", you stuck out your hand to him, no fear, no hesitation. "Y/N L/N, I work with Steve"

Steve. He knows Steve. Despite himself, he takes your hand, your skin is warm and soft, he loves it.

"Bucky?", you whispered, he shook his head.

"Soldat?", you spoke, tone normal once again. "Or would you preferred to be called otherwise?"

You were always so kind to him, you sat and spoke with him, made him feel safe while he fought to cage The Soldier once again. You weren't afraid of The Soldier, he liked you, you were soft, you were sweet, truthfully, you liked him too.

The Winter Soldier had fallen in love with you long before Bucky had. That love festered, growing, burning, constantly, brighter and brighter, taking over his conscience until he was feverish.

He was always there too, on the backburner of your whirlwind of a mind. He was the one you went to when Steve was away. Bucky remembers those days.

It didn't take Bucky long too fall in love with you. No, not at all. You were always there, angelic, ethereal, kind and otherworldly. So sweet and soft, poetic. He loved being your friend, the one you came to. He remembers laughing at you every time you knocked on his door.

"can you open this?"

"I need your help?"

"come train with me"

"I'm bored"

Even as you and Steve got serious, he loved helping you make him smile. You were always happy if Steve was, it was like you were one. You always knew if something was wrong, and you always made it better. If he was hurt, sad, happy, angry, so were you.

"Help me plan Steve's birthday"

"let's plan a game night for Steve"

"what's Steve's favourite colour?"

You and Steve weren't secretive, you just kept to yourselves. Maybe that's why only Sam and Bucky knew your relationship was falling apart. Bucky heard screaming through his ceiling, Sam through his walls. Bucky heard the soft pad of your feet and gentle knocking at his door, Sam got combat boots and broken hinges.

"he's angry again. mission went bad. he needs space"

"don't make me leave, I'm not ready to go back yet"

"can I stay here tonight?"

Then things got better, you never came to his door red faced and teary eyed. It was always with small smiles and propositions, always wanting to go somewhere. You were barely ever at the compound, barely ever with Steve.

"we're going on a mission, me and you"

"let's go out to eat"

"wanna go on an adventure"

Maybe it wasn't time for goodbye. Maybe there was time for just one more day. This is your chance. Live your life. This is your story. Your life does not end because another stopped. Maybe the greatest grief in life is losing another, but Grief, my dear, is a Beautiful Thing.

You threw your legs off the side of your bed, trudging quietly through the night. Soft feet cold on hardwood floors. You tapped your knuckles gently against his door, willing him awake.

The door swung open, he stood tall in the frame. You smiled sadly up at him.

"wanna go on an adventure?"

He didn't even bother getting dressed, neither did you. You just grabbed your shoes, running barefoot to your car. You slid them on as he was jumping in, starting the ignition.

Now, the early morning light was beautiful. The cool sting of pre-sun air, grey skies for miles, a blank canvas, waiting, yearning for the beautiful colours of a sunrise.

Neither of you had spoken a word since you got in the car, reveling in the silence, thick and heavy, filled with sadness and pent up anger, but it was still comfortable. It always was with you too, comfortable.

Stevie Nicks played softly through your speakers, keeping the silence at bay. Bucky never minded the silence, you, on the other hand, hated it. You always had something playing, someone speaking, some noise, any sort of noise playing in the background. Bucky didn't mind the noise either, at least you were happy.

The air warmed up as the sun rose, but you kept your hoodie on, opting to turn the AC up instead.

"So", Bucky finally spoke, "where are we going?"

"I don't know, nor do I care, darling", you laughed.

"I know a place"

Bucky knew a lot of places, so many of your conversations had gone like this. Once he took you to a farmers market in New Jersey, some old hidden bridge covered in weeds uptown, once, you had even ended up in Maine, only god knows how.

You don't know how much time passed before you spoke again, could have been minutes, could have been hours.

"do you think, Steve would be mad at us?"

"why would he be mad at us, doll?", he answered, without taking his eyes off the road.

"I mean, for us."

"I mean, he's not here to judge, but even if he was, I think he'd be happy. Steve was a good man, he respected people and their choices, he would have respected this one too", Bucky was so sure. Steve would always be a good man in his mind, the best man, America's hero. "Why, what do you think?"

"it doesn't matter what I think, just keep driving", you faked a smile for Bucky, and he dropped the subject, remaining silent until he stopped the car.

He had stopped at a field, parked in front of the old, rotting wooden gate.

The field was yellow and rolling, glistening under the rising sun. He hopped the fence easily, quick and agile, beginning his hike to the center of the field. You followed, with significantly less grace, climbing the rickety old fence with caution, almost falling over to the other side.

You walked a few paces behind him, hands outstretched, running through the tall, dry grass. You were almost completely surrounded by it, it was like suffocating in sunshine. Yellow, yellow, yellow, everywhere. And then there was him, tall and stoic and dark, clothed in black from head to toe, silver hand glinting.

You were so caught up in the magic of your surroundings, you hadn't realised Bucky had stopped, until you walked into his wide chest. Then his hands were on you, wrapping around your neck, tangling in your hair, cradling your face, exploring every dip and curve of your body. His mouth was on yours, breathing your air until you were both gasping.

He rested his head on yours, breathless, hands cradling your cheeks. You admired him, "where are we, Buck?"

He stood then, taking your hand and leading you a little to the left. And there, rotted and discoloured, stood an old gazebo.

"Before everything happened", he sighed. everything. HYDRA, The Avengers, Thanos. "I wanted to get married here, have the small wedding. Then the American dream, beautiful wife, two kids, a boy and a girl, a big old dog, white picket fence life, you know"

You nodded along, that had never been your dream. Once upon a time you wanted a wild and chaotic relationship, marriage and settling down was never on your cards, but you had settled down on your own.

"there was this one girl, she was lovely, I always had my eye on her, then she went off and married some abusive old drunk who was at least twice her age."

"I'm sorry", you whispered, not really knowing how to respond. This was something so intimate, so secret, and he was telling you, and it felt wrong, like you were invading his privacy, even though he had told you.

"What about you?"

"Pardon?"

"The dream life, what did you want?"

"I guess I thought it was always just gonna be me n' Steve. I didn't really care if we got married or not, I never really through about kids or a house. I always wanted a cat though, one of the really fat and fluffy, white ones, you know?"

He laughed at the blatant vagueness of it all, "Yeah, I know the ones"

You stood in comfortable silence for a while, until you came up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist, resting your head on his shoulder blade as he breathed.

"I'm sorry", you mumbled.

He let out a dry, humourless chuckle, "for what, doll?"

"Everything that happened. I know I can't control it, it's just not fair, you deserve a break"

"you and me, both sweetheart"

You sat in the backseat for a while, holding each other like the world might end soon.

This was love , you thought.

You just want to sleep forever. If Sam doesn't stop knocking on your door you might just kill him. You pulled your covers further over your head, closing your eyes, and willing yourself to sleep. You hadn't been awake for more than twenty minutes at a time, for the last week. You were dehydrated, malnourished, and you were sure you had a bladder infection.

Eventually the knocking ceased and you drifted away.

Steve came to you in your dreams, holding you close and promising forever, just like he used to do. Forever obviously wasn't written in the stars, not for you two, anyway.

Bucky stands at your door. Its locked. He could get in if he really wanted too, and he does, just not that way. He's knocking gently and cooing through the thick wood of your door.

"doll, please"

"wake up, Y/N"

"pup, come on, open the door, for me"

You don't stir from your sleep, you're too far away. It's cool where you are, there's a breeze flowing through your hair, instead of being hot and suffocating and still.

Bucky slid his back down the door, the sun was setting in the sky. His head rested on the cool wood, and eventually, he, too, fell asleep.

It was 3 in the morning, you were hungry, and thirsty, and felt like death. You needed to go for a walk and punch the shit out of something and take a bath. It was overwhelming.

kitchen first. get a snack.

You pulled open your door, only to have Bucky collapse at your feet, now wide awake and in pain.

You stumble back, panicked, shocked, he's scrambling to his feet, reaching out to you. Your back hits the corner of your desk, you're tired, you're still half asleep. All you can think is intruder. run. run. run.

He's still coming for you, calling your name. "Y/N, doll, come here". He's mocking you. doll. Only Bucky calls you that.

Bucky.

You look, you see the familiar glint of metal in place of a hand. You calm. Bucky.

"Bucky"

You allowed yourself into his embrace, he was warm, furnace warm. He wasn't warm like your bedroom. He wasn't suffocating and humid, he was welcoming and cozy. You breathed in that signature scent of gunpowder and old whiskey, and it felt like home.

This was home. He was home.

"no", you mumbled at the innocent thoughts.

"Doll? what's wrong?"

This. This is what's wrong. You fell in love with Steve and now you're in love with his best friend. You cant do this. Steve would be so upset.

"Steve isn't here, pup", he said. You'd sweat that man could read your mind.

Bucky was right, Steve wasn't here, not physically. But he was in all your pictures, he was tangled in your sheets, he was buried in the ring you wore.

He was watching, and he was disappointed. This was wrong, and you were disgusted with yourself.

You felt it bubbling to the surface, hot tears and bile, sweats and empty heaving over a toilet boil. There was nothing to expel, nothing but water and acid that burned your throat and dampened your senses.

This was punishment. You did wrong, you deserved this. You deserved all of this.

you deserved being left, you deserved being toyed with, you deserved the tears and the pain and the grief. Love hurts, grief takes, and it takes, and it never stops, it will eat you from the inside out, because, darling, Grief is a Violent Thing.

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hellu nikki jie how have you been!!!! i am baCK omg it's finally week 6 im so happy im only left with 1 lecture and 1 more tutorial for the week and term break is next week thank goodness asfdskj

kendo has been pretty fun but today was like suddenly so intense help im gonna stretch somemore so that hopefully tmr my arms and legs dont drop off 😭 oo and i saw you do boxing and like so many other things pls nikki jie you damn cool (and this is like super late and you didnt even show your face but you looked damn chio in your wedding dress omg woW)

and omgomgomg the bOKUTO FIC 23K WORDS???? SO EXCITED omgg idw to see bokuto sad but i really cant wait 🥺 8 CHAPTERS OMG ASDKHJFKS and i totally did not reread love knows not its depth just cuz it was back on my dash help i have like no self restraint but i loved it as much as i did when i read it the first 3 times; in other news i rewatched kimi no nawa yesterday instead of getting ahead on my tutorials oops LOL and it made me want to reread dream catcher again asdkfjs heLP do not perceive asfdjfsk HAHAHA

anyways hope you have a good rest of the week nikki jie!! <3 ~ann :>

Hello Ann!!! Jiayou jiayou, term break is coming soon! Hang in there and all the best! I rmb mid terms and projects are always after term break, not sure if it's the same for you. Make sure you stretch and rest, kendo can be q intense!

Haha I'm not cool I've always just been hyper active though I was never in any sports cca (much to my regret) and boxing and yoga and gym are fun!! Great way to relax hehe. And thank you!! I think I did stun my husband for once cos I usually don't dress up or even wear make up hoho.

Pls I loved your rb tags so much on dream catcher 🥺🥺🥺🥺 it truly means the world that you're not only rereading it, but you're like slowly picking out the little details I put into it? Omg I'm so happy I cld cry - yeah the reader's name is moriko, and she's such a happy whimsical soul but she's strong and brave and ugh I love her I love her and akaashi tgt cos he's such a poetic melancholic stressed out little bean. That fic is prob my least popular fic so I'm esp touched whenever anyone gives it a chance - yeah I was inspired by kimi no nawa but like I wanted my own twist on it? If that makes sense.

Hehe the bokuto fic is gonna hit 30k words istg I have zero self control whatsoever (I'm a card carrying member of the ding dong nation) but dw its not as angsty as my other fics rly rly. Its got so much more romance in there so dw - bokuto won't be tortured (much).

But must sleep hor, don't stay up and read all night!! Take care and chiong thr the week and have a fantastic break next week ❤️

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Snowfall Week one

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The cold air blows and howls. The streets were silent, a foreign environment for everyone. It was quiet and peaceful. The beautiful trees retained their elegance as the harsh winter spread. It may be quiet but the city is as bustling as ever. The sun shines but her rays aren’t scorching. The white blanket on the streets and ground looks majestic. The snow kinda looks like the clouds in the sky. Then the people rushing to buy presents and decoration for the upcoming winter festivals and Christmas. Everyone seemed excited for this month. In the Class 1-A dorms, the huge Christmas tree is put up and decorated. “Woah, this is so pretty!” Mina said as she looked at the tree. “Morning guys!” Momo said as she smiled. Everyone in class 1-A can be found in the common room. Most of them were chilling in the lounge as well.

Everyone was peaceful, well almost. Midoriya seemed to be tensed and nervous. “Are you alright, Midoriya?” Todoroki asked as he looked at the green haired male. “Y-Y-Yeah! I’m just fine! Just a bit nervous,” He responded as smiled crookedly. “You sure?” Todoroki said as he tilted his head. “Yes! I’m fine,” Midoriya said as he chuckled. “You don’t seem fine though. If there is anything bothering you, you can tell us,” Uraraka said as she smiled. “W-well, I am just not sure if my lover would like what I would give her,” He muttered as he looked away. “Is that all? You shouldn’t worry! I bet they would love anything you would give them,” The female said as she smiled. “You don’t have to be so nervous. They love you just the same,” Iida said as he looked at his greenette friend.

After some time, Midoriya’s nerves and mutters disappeared. “I’ll be going now!” He said as he stood up. “Where are you going, Deku?” Uraraka asked. “I’m going to take my girl out,” Midoriya said with a smile. “You can’t go o-“Iida was about to say but was then cut off but Todoroki. “Do you want my Dad’s credit card?” The half and half said. “Todoroki!” Iida then said as he proceeded to explain that offering his dad’s credit card is bad or somewhere along the lines of that. “Don’t worry Iida! I got a slip approval to go out,” The greenette said before he left. He took with him a small bag and two extra jackets. One for him and one for his lover. Once the cold air blew, he smiled softly as he looked ahead. He was ready for this date, physically. Mentally, on the other hand, he was panicking. Since this relationship was new and he did not want to mess up at all.

Once did reached the café you two were supposed to be meeting, he arrived earlier than expected. “I wonder if she would like it,” Midoriya muttered. What he didn’t know is that his precious girl has already arrived and heard what he said. “I would like what?” You said as you smiled at him. “B-Baby! I didn’t see you there,” He said as he sighed. You chuckled and patted his head. “You still didn’t answer my question though. What would I like?” You said as you looked at his eyes. His chubby cheeks burned pink and he looked away. He then gave you a small box that’s wrapped in your favorite color. “I’m sorry if it’s a-“Midoriya was about to apologize. “No need to say sorry! It’s the thought that matters, babe!” You said excitedly. “It isn’t Christmas yet and you already gave my present. I kinda feel bad for not bringing one,” You said as you kissed his cheek. The green haired teen froze in his spot. He did not expect that reaction. “Oh! T-This isn’t my Christmas present to you. It’s just a thank you for accepting me…” Midoriya muttered as chuckled nervously.

“A present? I- umm…. Thanks!” You say nervously as you looked away. Once your gaze was away from his he took your hand and smiled. “Why don’t you open it?” Midoriya suggested. You started to remove the wrapper gently as not to break it. Once the wrapper is gone, you opened the box to see a beautiful necklace. It looked like those necklace that can merge with another. “It’s the other half of mine,” Midoriya said as he showed his side of the charm. “Thank you so much! It’s so pretty. “You said with a soft smiled. Midoriya’s heart skipped a beat as he gazed at you but he returned the smile nonetheless. “Do you want me to put it on?” He asked as he held the box for you. “Of course!” You replied. He then took the necklace and put it on you. Once he did, he kissed your forehead and stared at your eyes, “Shall we go?” He asked as he kissed your cheek. He seemed to be more affectionate and confident today. His once pink cheeks were now red as he smiled brightly at you. “Yes we shall!” You replied as he started to lead the way.

You had no idea what he has planned but you were excited. As the two of you walked down the road, a lot of single people stared in envy. Old couples smiled at the beautiful scene of the Hero-wannabes walking hand in hand. As they walked, the two laughed and talked about their week and day. The two were dazzling and everyone can see how much love they held for each other. It was just so sweet and pure. Midoriya placed his extra jacket on your shoulder as he noticed a slight shivering. Before you can retort, he smiled at you and put on his own jacket. “I brought my own. Now, c’mon! We are almost there,” He then said as he held your hand lovingly. A blanket of silence loomed over them but the two were at peace. Soon, they arrived at a park of winter cherry blossoms. Their grace and bauty shined through the ice and snow. It became a winter wonderland. There were only a few people walking around but other than them it was empty.

“This is…” You started. “When did you find this? It’s awesome!” You added as you walked ahead a few steps to engulf the scenery. Unknown to you, Midoriya took his phone and took a picture of you admiring the view. He smiled softly as he put his phone back in his pocket. “This is pretty but you are gorgeous,” He thought out loud. You froze and looked at him. “I’m gorgeous?” You said as you held back a giggle. “I-I-I said that out l-l-loud?!?” Midoriya panicked. He was about to mutter and apologize again but then he heard your laugh. To him, it was the most beautiful laugh he has ever heard. He doesn’t care whether you hate it or not, for him, it’s wonderful. “You are more confident today! I love it,” You commented as you kissed his cheek. “Now, c’mon! Let’s continue our date!” You added as you dragged him out of his frozen state.

As the day continues on, you both did a lot of things. From the winter cherry blossom park to the beach, anything you desire. The winter wonderland that the snow created as beautiful. Midoriya admired on how pretty you looked with the snow and ice around the area. Two beautiful things right in front of him, what else can he asked for? You both stood in the very same beach that Midoriya cleaned. No one was there, as it was a snowy day after all. The sand was filled with snow, so the two of you were just in the entrance of the beach. You both stood in silence as the two of you looked at the beach. “The snow falls down from the sky. Kinda like how I feel for you,” He started as he smiled. “Hmm?” You hummed in acknowledgement, knowing full well that he wasn’t done yet. “It was just so sudden but know that my love will never turn cold,” He added. You blushed and chuckled. “You are becoming more and more poetic by the day,” You say as you looked at him.

“All for you,” He said as he looked directly at your eyes. He then started to lean in slowly and you do the same. Soon enough, his lips touched yours in a soft manner. His eyes fluttered close and so do yours. Your lips danced in a graceful and loving way with each other. It may have been a few minutes but it felt like an eternity. As you two shared a soft kiss, it felt that the only people in the world are you and him. Once you both pulled away, red rushed into your cheeks and you both stared at each other’s eyes. “I love you always, puppy,” He said as he placed his forehead on yours. “And I love you as well,” You responded.

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Author's note

And here it is! Week one of my Snowfall writing event. I hope you enjoyed this fanfiction and don't hesitate to critique this story.

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let’s catch those dreams

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favourite classic books???

i’ve already answered this question a little more in depth here, but i’ve bulleted some faves that aren’t mentioned in that post. again, i just want to say that ‘classics’ is quite a porous genre to put books in, but here we go

catcher in the rye by salinger. yes holden is a little piece of shit but so was i at his age. this book really made me realise my privilege and luck- and for that i will be ever grateful

frankenstein by mary shelley; listen my brother is not a reader but he flew through frankenstein and it’s now his favourite book. it has stood the test of time— and the test of my brother’s attention span— for a reason

literally anything by kurt vonnegut- i recommended sh5 last time bc it’s my fave but cat’s cradle is also *very* good

the unbearable lightness of being- i ADORE kundera’s writing style it’s so poetic and damn tulob is just *chef’s kiss* ofc i did read the english translation.

their eyes were watching god by zora neale hurston. i remember being forced to read secret life of bees in 10th grade; well this book is what bees wishes it was

if you’re counting plays then antigone, oedipus and electra are my absolute faves; i’ve read them so many times, i cannot get enough their retellings- yes i’ve read carson’s work, yes i love it, i still want more.

literally any play by oscar wilde. my fave is earnest. 

and of course, uh, shakespeare. midsummer night’s dream was what introduced me to the bard, r+j made me fall in love with him, winter’s tale is what made me realise my true obsessive bardolatry, but hamlet will always be my fave. 

hope this helps? it really did turn into more of a ramble sorry abt that