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The Dream - A Short Story by Kara W

Once again I went to sleep, but this was different. She was there again, except it wasn't a manifestation of my anger, my guilt or sadness. It was a manifestation of somber, and comfort. Stealing my former friends face as it did once before to talk to me.

"Ever since she decided to be civil, you haven't wanted to talk to her."

I replied

"I'm just respecting her decision."

She responded

"What do you mean?"

I conquered

"She wants to be civil, but the only way I can see any form of civility is not talking to her."

She responded, looking through the deep subconscious of my broken, underdeveloped mind, knowing she was ahead of me and could read me like a book

"Why, wasn't she like a sister to you?"

I replied, knowing this entity using her face had the power over me

"Yes, she was. But that version of her is gone."

She replied

"If she came back, wanted to be your friend again. Would you take her back?"

I replied

"I don't know."

She replied

"Why? Don't you care about her anymore?"

I quickly responded

"Of course I do, I care about the girl I met. The one with whom I spent the most fantastic times with, the one who motivated me and encouraged me every time I saw her, the one who was proud to call me her friend and lifted me up."

She replied

"Then why wouldn't you want that back if you're thinking like this?"

I admitted

"Because that girl is gone, all I have now is a negative manifestation of her in my dreams, to remind me of failing her."

She responded

'So, is she the only image you have of her?"

I admitted

"No, I still have the memories in my head, but the real her has no feelings for me anymore. At least not that I know of, she doesn't care about what I accomplish. The idea of me hugging her or calling her a friend means nothing to her anymore."

She responded

"So it wouldn't work if she came back and replaced the negative manifestation in your dreams? To replace me talking to you and have the real her talk to you?"

I responded, a tear running down my cheek. A anger building up inside myself

"No, because the girl I dream of and only talk to now is the only form of communication I have with anything that looks like her. Even if it's a negative manifestation in my brain. The real girl no longer exists the way I want it too, if she came back it wouldn't fix anything."

She replied, stealing the face of curiosity of a friend long ago

"Then what is she still doing in your dreams?"

I responded, feeling like the anger made me want to hit myself over the head

"The dreams regardless of the impact they make on me emotionally help me respect her decision and the promise we both made to keep things civil. I want to become better."

She replied

"Better for her?"

I conjured up the only words I thought I could

"No, for myself. And the friends who remain."

She responded

"She will never forget you, you know. Even after what you did. Even after everything."

I responded

"To be honest, part of me wished she did. It'd be easier that way, but... Neither will I, but I can't force someone to become a friend again. The best I can do is give myself the means to be what she expected of me to be when we were friends, when we were real friends, good friends."

She responded

"The girl you knew would be proud of you, for admitting fault, for admitting wrong, for realising you're able to make mistakes and learn from them."

I responded, before I awoke

"I can only hope so."

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Pick ups from a recent toy fair I went too

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since we're all talking abt televisions again now

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i think the worst thing about the whole “anti-woke” culture is how it’s not only dumbing down people (folks are literally forgetting pronouns are an actual word class, an inseperable part of grammar and everyday speech) but also praising meanness and insensibility above all. it has managed to make malice and unkindness synonymous with factfulness and reason as if intelligence didn’t stem from emotions. as if feelings weren’t the very core of human beings. as if knowledge wasn’t achieved through passion, sympathy, and open-mindedness. as if the whole crux of this entire anti-wokeness movement wasn’t rooted in pure unadulterated emotion of hatred and hostility.

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Everybody being utterly shell-shocked

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this video has been going around for a while but the English subtitles didn't match the energy of the spoken French at all. i had to fix it.

reblog to spread this version

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so this guy, he was going through some serious shit at this exact moment. he was the lifeguard. but he was negligent. and he wasn't able to save someone

you can see this is him coming to grips with the fact that he's going to have to live with that guilt for the rest of his life. you're watching a man at the exact moment his heart shattered like glass.

spongebob may have just been pranking him (which is fucked up we're not gonna get into it) but this man was surely left with some debilitating mental scars from this event

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Just realised this Dalek has a really big plunger and gun in this shot

This is making me believe this is why the original 2005 Dalek toy is so out of shape/size, compared to its later figure counterparts

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no i take it for granted at this point but it genuinely is so nice that 13 was the way that she was. just the exact same non binary freak as before. i remember in 2017 even seeing queer people on here being like ‘aw omg she’s gonna do xyz traditionally feminine thing for the first time!!!1!’ no she’s not she’s going to eat soil. genuinely quite impressive that chibnall/the beeb got that right

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Have a check if you're interested

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Yes I like Doctor Who, how can you tell?