i hope you know how much i really did love you and everything you hated about yourself i thought was beautiful
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I had a dream last night that me and Docm77 were trapped in a warzone and he tackled me to the ground to save me from gunfire and then together we took out like ten guys.
I'm sure this says something about my psyche and that something is that if I ever met Docm77 in real life I think we would commit war crimes.
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thinking about the fairy tale trope of a kiss from your true love having magical properties and how often these kisses are used to wake up characters who are asleep or in some state of suspended animation or give them back something they lost. thinking about fitz walking around half-forged and detached from his own emotions until the fool kisses him and gives him back all of those memories and emotions effectively “waking him up” again and giving him back something he'd lost. and by thinking i of course mean i am screaming incoherently.
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if you need another reason to love yourself: take a second to think about all the things you have accomplished that your younger self only could have dreamed of. instead of thinking about how far you have to go, take a step back and look what you’ve already done. we are all performing miracles every single day! don’t get distracted by the details.
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Potentially weird fact about me: I simply CANNOT decorate my living space like a normal fucking person. My walls are always covered with backdrops and murals to make it seem like I live in a fantasy world, my bed is framed with a curtain and ivy strands and fairy lights and realistic flower and leaf pillows, and walking into my room from any other part of the house is like jumping into a forest from The Legend of Zelda.
It kind of brings to mind that tour of Guillermo Del Toro's house -- from the outside you'd see a normal apartment or house, but walk in and you'd swear you've been teleported into another world.
So as I'm gearing up for my move in a few months, I've been thinking about how I'm going to redecorate my new space, and I fully intend to drow it up as much as possible. I'm thinking underdark/cave murals that I will custom-paint luminous mushroom forests onto, oversized spider webs (yay for Halloween being almost around the corner), and all sorts of weird solar lights for my little private garden.
And as I'm talking about this it gets pointed out to me by a friend of mine, 'are you sure making your room look like the Underdark is a good idea? Like... how comfortable are you going to be falling asleep in a cave with glowing mushrooms and huge spiders?'
Very. The answer is very comfortable.
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Bellefast has been coming to me in my dreams recently, in a similar way to how Monteith and Jibblie do
I find myself at The Circus, but in a sleeping quarter of some kind. And I can hear the festivities going on outside, in the big top. I'm apparently just passing through, but know everyone well enough that they let me stay on the property.
The only person I don't know is Bellefast, which is strange since he's the Ringleader, you tihnk I'd know him quite well, if I know all the clowns and performers and stagehands.
And he doesn't know me. So when he stumbles into the sleeping quarters, whiskey and candy floss on his breath, and falls into the bed, he's caught by surprise. As am I.
It feels like maybe a creative exercise? Maybe my brain wants to flesh this character out more, so it's putting him into my almost asleep brain so that I have to learn more about him.
So far I've learned he has a drinking problem.
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