#what a strange dream

[x-martina-crane]

Day 20 - Dream

[southparkartsystuff]

Last night I dreamed that Kyle was on the living room when Ike runs to his big brother’s arms, crying about getting attacked by a gay twink spider, Kyle gets worried about Ike and tell his little brother that there’s no spiders on their house but then, Angel Dust from Hazbin Hotel suddenly shows up, scaring both brothers and the dream ended.

[rdiowx]

Idk where this fucking dream came from…genuinely..But holy shit. LEMME WRITE THIS SHIT DOWN BEFORE I FORGET IT😭🙌🏽

so basically i had a dream that someone asked me if i could write for pilot and cowboy reader and then like. I did right, or? Maybe that was a dream too. i think this dream came from like, my want to watch broke back mountain but anyways. Stupid dense cowboy reader with stupid stoner drug dealer boyfriend you love to see it. Basically pilot confesses to cowboy reader after like…a series of things that arent that important i think and then suggests that you both leave cuz you guys live in a shit town and you wanna get away so you do and on your guys way you both stop at a store for like idk clothes or souvenirs but pilot wont tell you what he bought so then after leaving the store you go to stay at a hotel so that you can sleep and nobody is tired when you hit the road again. Safe to say you didnt get much sleep cuz pilot fucks your brains out and you have to stay quiet cuz ur in a hotel 😭 idek why i had this weirdly erotic dream about an ask i didnt even get.

[koicrimes]

be sure to buy the kids in your life some rad Keychains and bobbleheads lest they visit your dreams and stage an uprising..

[jvaleskaapologist]

I just had this really weird and vivid dream where I was taking a film class and I remember a rule we were taught in the dream is that whoever is wearing pearls is basically marked for death. Like you know a character is going to die when they’re shown wearing pearls. And the dream teacher cited Martha Wayne and her pearl necklace as proof.

[skswriting]

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[iloveurteeth]

but i hope to figure it out

[marmialadee]

So real,You’ll find me by the pond contemplating life 🌷

[myk444]

[sweetangell1111]

ventish

[starstruck-critter]

he is like a spore creature to me

[fatedroses]

More than just the Demon.

[whatsjulietslastname]

ok i know ‘Max Price’ sounds terrible, but realistically i still think that she’d take Chloe’s last name if they ever get married. because if they do, that means we’re in a post-bae ending situation, which means that Chloe is the last ‘Price’ alive, and i think sharing her last name with Max, the person she loves the most in the world, would be incredibly meaningful and pretty symbolic too

[pipperoo]

kinda obsessed with the fact that grace isn’t in “go go nighthawks.” the person that came up with the whole plan to get back at max and to chop up and hide his body, is the one student that doesn’t reap the benefits from it.

her saying “mama i’m cured” only after she saw ghost max in her dream and thought he wasn’t sexy at all just shows how nothing changed for her after max died. it took that dream for her to move on. and it shows that those feelings were all grace and not actually max’s fault. (he certainly didn’t help, but he never made her have that fantasy)

i’m so curious about how those two weeks were for her

[izzystizzys]

clone wars au where fives survives because fox is a disaster and people care about him (derogatory)

aka he hasn‘t slept in 72 hours and while every corrie understands why, that doesn’t mean they have to like it. plus, he already has borderline braindamage from not getting more than five hours’ sleep a night the whole duration of the war, and all the strange injuries and electrostaff burns he keeps showing up with, stabby the clone medic reasons. also bone density is a concern with the half-rations the guard is consistently on, so really this is all a very reasonable emergency measure, he says and cuffs fox to a cot.

yes of course, meathook and rabid nod, who pounced on the commander and pinned him for stabby and his sedation hypo the second he came through the door. very reasonable.

hnngfnhfjfj, fox grunts in the corner, already halfway to insensate. thorn, who knows better than to protest lest he become the next target of stabby’s ire, nods along while switching to fox’s armour.

which is also how palpatine gets himself caught, because of course ‘cc-1010’ activates exactly nothing in thorn’s brain except maybe alarm bells for rancid kriffing vibes, and by the time the chancellor orders him to switch off his blaster’s stun setting and terminate the ‘faulty unit’ at all costs, he’s already recording the interaction and sending it as an attachment to the whole guard command staff as well as the jedi temple.

[leoisstillalive]

i have this. horrid yet incredibly amusing vision. of marc and pecco next year on the podium.

pecco wins, marc comes second, and so valentino (having attended the race) thinks it reasonable to go and congratulate pecco for his win. give him a bit of a morale boost for the championship fight. nothing drawn out- he has a debrief to do with franky and diggia- just a quick hand shake.

so he goes to the barricade at parc fermé and pecco is there and he's grinning and he looks hungryyy because he's made ground on marc's title lead. vale pulls him into a hug, clasps a hand on the back of his neck, etc, and it's nice and easy.

so far so good.

then marc appears. seemingly from nowhere. vale hasn't been watching out for him- maybe he should've been. he definitely should've been.

marc shakes pecco's hand, claps him on the back. they're all giggles and heavy, panting breaths. and marc is sweating still and his hair is parted in damp, messy clumps, cheeks rosy and youthful and vale smacks his lips; tries to disappear back into the crowd but

it's packed tight. and nobody seems to be giving because they're all reaching over him to congratulate marc-- of course. they're on the same team. vale isn't a child, he doesn't let it anger him. he instead keeps his eyes fixed on his academy student as pecco smooths back his hair.

marc finishes with pecco and brings his obnoxious, bubbly laughter to the barrier and starts grabbing hands and letting people pat his head, moving down the row, and then.

vale jumps back when marc's sweaty palm locks against his own. marc's fingers curl tight around the ridge above vale's wrist and vale's mouth is agape and he can't tell if he's offended or shocked or- just a bit- pleased by the large, firm hand encasing him. and marc isn't looking at vale-- hasn't looked at him once, vale's not sure if he even knows he's there, caught up in the whirlwind adrenaline, almost post-coital ecstasy of getting a podium.

but vale knows. and the people around vale have noticed. and vale is frozen still like a tree- everything in him tense as hell except his heart, which is rattling like an alarm. he is afraid marc can feel it hammering through his skin.

marc's brows curl together and his smile turns confused as everybody quietens down, all eyes turned to the two men like some sort of baroque painting.

marc lets his gaze fall on valentino at last-- at long last, but vale would not, could never admit this. and his smile wobbles at the edges, goes sharp and thin. he releases vale's floppy hand and blinks a few times, pupils blown wide like he’s spotted a lion in the reeds. valentino is absolutely stunned. can't say a word. can barely breathe.

and pecco shares his surprise- only, a small, sly smirk has crooked at one side of his mouth and he looks nigh on laughter. valentino would be too if he wasn't so. astounded. his hand is tingling from the contact, heavy as if packed with mud.

marc bites and licks his lips. habit. vale does not track the movement-- he doesn't. but he spots it in his peripherals and is glad for the shield of his sunglasses.

marc lingers. for some reason. like he is waiting for something- for valentino to speak or retake his hand or dissolve into smoke like a super villain. nothing happens. they both just stare until it becomes. very awkward for their spectators.

finally, valentino clears his throat and turns back to pecco, gesturing him over for nothing in particular- simply trying to get marc out of the way, trying to pretend none of..... that just happened.

marc seems just as eager to move on, shuffling away to the corner of the barricade. but there is a crease of sadness or loss on his face for a moment- only long enough for valentino to spot it. and then he is smiling again, laughing and shaking hands, while everybody just watches. slightly confused, very amused.

vale hopes the cameras didn't catch that but. fucking. of course they did. now he's in for it