#dream lashing out?

[ectonurites]

SUPER DARK TIMES (2017) DIR KEVIN PHILLIPS

#tragically had to skip the 'are you afraid of me' exchange i love at the start bc. this scene is Long #super dark times #josh templeton #zach taylor #sam edits #btw i'm firmly in the 'Josh didn't kill John' camp. bc to me THIS scene is the point that... makes the most sense as Josh's breaking point/ #'villain turn' if that's what you'd want to call it. because this is really when Josh... sort of 'officially' loses Zach. from early on in #the movie it becomes clear how much Zach is like... an anchor for him—the way Josh is just fucking *chanting* his name in distress during #the Daryl accident. The way Josh begs Zach to believe him that it was an accident. The way Josh turns to Zach for answers/clarity/direction #Like even if we want to take a cynical approach and think of it as Josh just latching onto Zach in the Daryl situation because he was There #rather than that being an established thing w/ them... in the aftermath of that same incident Josh is still looking to/depending on him! #Josh self isolates at first... but after they talk & Zach tells him they shouldn't act weird Josh goes back to school. (yes #he lashes out there because He's Dealing With The Crushing Guilt but *all* of 'em are acting off then—Charlie specifically calls attention #to the idea they all probably are) Josh goes to the party just like Zach said they should and is *visibly confused* when Zach seems mad to #see him there. He goes to Zach's house to talk and you can SEE how caught off guard he is by what Zach says. Even though the script version #of this scene is VERY different from the final version I do think this one bit of description from it is... insightful: 'Josh seems sincere #almost vulnerable. But Zach is too focused to see it.' LIKE in this scene Zach is already convinced Josh has lost it! He's trying to act #more neutral about it (claiming they could just 'draw a line') but we saw his phone call with Charlie. Because of his own guilt-fueled #paranoia—something shown pretty clearly through the assorted dream sequences and like tht scene of him walking in the hall hearing people #gossip about Daryl—it seems like everything lines up too well! that '*of course* it's Josh and what if it's *been* Josh all along and well #then the role *I* played in the situation really isn't *my* fault because it was all *Josh* and...' etc. even if that's more subconscious #But like... this scene is really when it hits Josh! from the moment he asks if Zach's afraid of him now like... there's a shift. although #Zach says he isn't... i mean he fucking stumbles on the word 'afraid' (like... he hangs on the 'f' sound a moment too long to sound natural #its very subtle but like Noticeable). But Josh sees right through him. Zach doesn't trust him anymore. Zach thinks he's the bad guy. the #monster. Josh feeling like he lost the last person he had in his corner feels like the most realistic thing to... push him over the #edge. like that's a compelling tragedy to me—the idea that these two poorly coping with the Daryl situation in these separated ways where #they *aren't* talking/communicating ends up CREATING the feedback loop that makes everything get worse and worse. #But for that to be the case... it wouldn't make sense for Josh to have just randomly killed John before this scene. I think it's a more #interesting story if certain things really ARE just coincidences but it's that Zach's paranoia won't let him see that 🤷

[wyvernquill]

Dreamling Anastasia AU Part 3

Part 1 here (the general concept and a scene of Dream recovering his memories and reuniting with his siblings), part 2 here (earlier scene of The Corinthian attacking Hob and “Murphy”). EDIT: there’s a masterpost now!

This one follows shortly after the excerpts in part 1, and references some details from the start of part 2. Hob has been called in to receive his reward of immortality from Death, but, well, if you’ve seen Anastasia, you know how he responded to that...

(Tagging @10moonymhrivertam and @martybaker - anyone else, feel free to let me know if you would like to be tagged in updates, too!)

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“So this is your choice, Hob Gadling?”

Hob has heard stories about Death of the Endless, of course. Has even seen some portraits of her during his work for the Magus, Wanted posters with instructions on how to bind an Endless, what to look out for.

But all of that is incomparable to being in the not-quite-woman’s presence, to feel the weight of her existence and power press down on you. She is as weakened as the rest of them are, but it hardly feels like it to Hob.

(Or perhaps, what humanity has robbed her of is less her power, and more her ability to conceal it - he wouldn’t know.)

Not that he’s made to be unwelcomed in her presence, oh, surely not - she is warm and kind in bearing, certainly moreso than when they met last, and obviously grateful. And yet…

Well. Perhaps it’s merely Hob’s own guilt and heartache that is constricting his chest, and nothing to do with Lady Death at all.

“Yes, my Lady.” He affects a bow. Perhaps just to avoid her gaze, heavy and burning as a brand. She looks nothing like her brother, of course, but something about her still reminds him of Mur- of Dream. “May I be dismissed, then?”

“You may.” Death extends her hand as if to offer a handshake - but then seems to think better of it, tucking it behind her back. “Well met, Hob Gadling. The Endless thank you for the great service rendered to us - I thank you.”

Hob bows again, swallows down words on the tip of his tongue, thoughts he cannot possibly voice.

Humanity has made a mistake, in driving you all away.

I’m sorry. Please, tell him I’m sorry.

I’ve changed my mind.

Look after him. Please.

Has he changed much? Does he still laugh like a dying vulture? Does he still get cold hands in the snow?

Do you think he will miss me…?

“Well met, Lady Death.” He murmurs instead, and flees from the room.

---

Hob means to say his goodbyes to Gilbert - which soon reveals itself to have been a mistake.

What he finds, walking down a staircase not even halfway grand enough for the residence of six of the once-most-powerful entities in the universe, is not Gilbert, but a small gaggle of Endless, Delirium and Desire crowded around…

…around Dream, one fond hand resting on Delirium’s shoulder as he leans down to explain something to her, Desire instantly scoffing and contradicting him.

.

Hob stalls, and stares.

.

He has never seen Dream of the Endless before. Not like this.

Once, he saw a trapped creature in a cage, and once he saw a human dressed up in finery, but he hasn’t seen Dream.

His voice is even deeper, and much richer, now, Murphy’s hoarse rasp barely audible under a dark velvet rumble, and the robe draped over him falls in a way no mortal cloth ever could. He is still all skin and bones,of course, and a shock of ink-black hair, but the uncomfortable feeling of looking at someone so gangly and slightly sickly in appearance is simply… gone. As if something deep in Hob knows he’s not human, and no longer views him as such.

But it’s not only the physical changes, the added height, the ethereal air, no.

He holds himself differently, acts differently, and if Hob didn’t know they are/were the same person, he wouldn’t recognise Murphy in this entity at all.

There was always something sharp and frank about Murphy, an outcast unashamed of his eccentricities and bad temper, something raw and unapologetic. Murphy was cold and standoffish most of the time, and Hob had loved hi- had loved coaxing him into a tentative friendship, to banter back and forth, to enjoy his sharp wit.

But Dream of the Endless… no, Hob can see it at a glance, Dream is not like that at all.

Murphy would’ve spat a counter at his sibling with a vicious grin on his face, would quite possibly have sicced his raven on them, or at least threatened to.

Dream of the Endless is distant. Is removed. Carefully controlled in his measured riposte. And even when he glances down at Delirium, his smile is warm, is fond… but barely there. A twitch of his lips, a glimmer in his eyes. Murphy had smiled so rarely, but when he did, when he found something worth smiling at… they were full-face affairs, eyes crinkling and all. Honest and open, once the initial distrust was gone.

Hob thinks he can still see the resemblance, perhaps - but buried. Masked. Muted.

What remains of Murphy has drawn Dream of the Endless tightly around himself, like those ridiculous thick and overlarge coats he used to wear, or perhaps like a suit of armour, and will likely hide behind it for the rest of his existence.

.

(And it only makes sense, of course. Isn’t this what he and Gilbert have told Murphy a hundred thousand times? What they have taught him? What Murphy always struggled with the most?

Dream of the Endless must act befitting of his station at all times, they’d reminded him over and over again. He cannot conduct himself however he wants, can’t let himself be governed by his emotions. What kind of impression would that make? He is the King of Dreams, after all. He must reign those impulses in.

Well.

Looks like this lesson has caught on for good, hasn’t it.

And here Hob is, suddenly wishing to have wilful and unashamedly rude Murphy back - or even just a proper glimpse of him.)

.

Hob doesn’t know how long he stands there, eyes fixed on someone he has lost in more ways than one, a walking ghost, a warped afterimage - but it ends when Dream glances up, and meets Hob’s gaze with unerring precision.

And he’s not Murphy, he’s not, not quite, not enough, he won’t allow himself to be him, anyway…

And yet, Hob sees a single star each in midnight eyes, and his heart knows who it will love with every beat he has left.

---

Dream has felt the heavy weight of human eyes on him for a good minute now, but he waits, carefully, to acknowledge it. He chats with his siblings for a moment more, before he first looks up, and meets Hob Gadling’s eyes.

Once, perhaps, he would’ve done so defiantly. With a challenge. A glare, sharp and cutting.

Dream does not glare, not really. His face feels hard as stone, and twice as cold - that is all.

“Excuse me for but a moment, my siblings.” He steps away from Delirium and Desire, ignoring the latter’s knowing smirk, and holds out his arm to bid Matthew land on it.

And then he makes as if to simply breeze past Hob Gadling, only pausing to turn to him when he has passed the other on the stairs and towers over him.

.

(Hob used to look so strong and burly to Murphy’s eyes, powerful. Murphy never needed protecting, but it had pleased him, hadn’t it, when Hob did so. When, at last, someone other than Matthew and his other birds were willing to fight for him.

It had made him feel safe, then.

How strange, to now look at him and see nothing but a human. Small, powerless, inconsequential. A greedy, selfish wretch, who might have betrayed Dream as easily as helped him.)

.

“...Hob Gadling.” Dream says, archly, coldly. “You have received your payment from my sister, I suppose?”

“I’ve… gotten what I deserve, yes.” Hob smiles, but it does not quite reach his eyes. Perhaps this is something that has changed, or perhaps Murphy had just been too blind to recognise an insincere smile. “My business here is done.”

“Good.” Dream says, perhaps with too much vehemence. He is so furious with this man, and only more furious at himself for showing it, and for having once been so foolish to care for him.

“I’m… glad, though.” The smile softens, just a little. “That I could help you recover yourself, and reunite with your siblings, Murph-” a stumble over his words “-Morpheus.”

Glad? You are glad to be well-paid, Hob Gadling, do not pretend now to have aided me for anything but your reward! Dream nearly snaps in response - but Lucienne interrupts before he can do so.

“Mr. Gadling.” She bows, though at an angle Dream recognises to be somewhat disrespectful. He has confided the full sordid tale to her, of course, and her opinion on Hob is… not favourable, now. Her eyes are cold, over the rim of her glasses - as are Matthew’s from on his arm. “Please, do not address His Lordship so informally.”

“It is fine, Lucienne.” Dream holds up one hand. He appreciates her attempt, but he has spent many nights curled up beside Hob on a narrow and uncomfortable pallet at some cheap inn, the time for formality has come and gone. “There is no need-”

“No, no. By all means.” Hob interrupts, self-deprecating grin playing around his lips. “Let it not be said that I have denied you the deference you are owed. Not now, after… everything.”

He bows, low and… reverent, truly reverent. Dream is an Endless, he can tell.

“I greet you, Dream of the Endless,” Hob begins, “Lord Morpheus, the King of Dreams, Ruler of the Nightmare Realms, the Shaper of Form…”

Oh.

Oh, Hob is reciting-

Something deep in Dream cracks at the familiar cadence of The List, one of the lists, burned into him by hours of repetition.

.

(He is not Murphy anymore. Those are a stranger’s memories.

And yet, he remembers the feel of ice and snow on human skin, human hunger, human fear.

Remembers a terrifying and exhilarating run through cold streets, and an almost-kiss at the end of it.

Those memories are not nearly distant enough for his taste.)

.

He lets Hob recite the rest of the list of names, settles one hand on the bannister to fight the disorientation that comes with the strange double memory of recalling a thousand repetitions of these nearly-meaningless words, and the story behind each of these names, how he has come to be called by them.

There is a silence, after Hob finishes. He’s left out Oneiromancer, Dream notes distantly - perhaps on purpose, to goad Dream into correcting him.

He will not give Hob the satisfaction.

“Well.” Hob sighs, straightening up again. “Since we’re talking, now, I might as well tell you directly - I intend to continue pursuing the man who has been attempting to assassinate you, Your Highness. I think we’ll both sleep easier without the threat of him running about unchecked somewhere.”

“You need not-” Dream begins, but does not finish. The memory of the first night Hob came to his defence in this matter is still too fresh in his mind.

“I know I need not. I would still do it, for you.” Hob’s gaze is soft, hopeful, almost pleading. Dream does not trust it. “Your Highness.”

Dream’s hand tightens on the bannister.

“That is gratifying indeed,” he finally says, voice calm, but some of Murphy’s spite and fury seeping out at the edges of his false barely-there smile. “One may say what one will about mercenaries, but I am glad to hear that my sister is getting her money’s worth out of you.”

Hob flinches back as if struck, and something fierce and still hurt deep inside Dream rejoices at it.

“Certainly.” His smile is a ragged thing, pained, bleeding with shame and hurt. There is still a thin scar on his cheek, a wound Murphy once cleaned and treated. Dream turns half away so that he need no longer see it. “I live to serve.”

“You live - and will go on and on and on living - for yourself, Hob Gadling.” Dream whirls back to him to correct sharply. “You have made that more than clear!”

Matthew squawks angrily at his shoulder - and it halts Dream in his tracks.

He cannot come to blows with Hob Gadling here on this staircase, should not even shout at him, not with Delirium and Desire and Lucienne all in earshot.

This sort of behaviour does not befit a Dreamlord, after all - and it is only one more thing to despise about the man before him, how he reduces Dream to barely better than a human.

“I bid you farewell, Hob Gadling, and would wish you a long and prosperous life,” he half-sneers instead, “but such wishes do seem a little pointless to offer to a self-made immortal, aren’t they?”

He does not give Hob the opportunity to answer, turning away with a swirl of his robe and striding up the stairs with a passing play at indifference.

.

“...if I.” Hob Gadling calls after him, and there is something in his voice, helpless and pleading, that makes Dream halt, and turn again.

“If I were to. To make an appointment with you.” Hob ventures cautiously. “A good many years from now - say, a hundred, enough so that we may let bygones be bygones - to meet at that pub we first saw each other, in London… would you come?”

.

His first instinct is to blurt out a yes - and that alone makes Dream angrier than he can recall feeling ever before. Hob is terribly presumptuous in his hypotheticals, and how much worse that Dream’s fool heart is about to fall for it.

He draws himself up to his full height, and then a little taller still.

“I would not.” He spits the words out, throws them at Hob Gadling’s feet like a duel gauntlet. “I would never. Not in a hundred years, not in two hundred, and not a thousand more!”

“Ah.” Hob’s smile is small, and terribly sad. “Yeah. Figured as much.”

He bows, again, and Dream can feel, rather than see, Despair sliding out from behind a corner, attracted by the tang of tear-salt in Hob’s increasingly watery eyes.

“It is goodbye forever, then.” Hob Gadling tells the steps under his feet, and does not wait for an answer before turning away and leaving.

Good. Dream wouldn’t have given him one, anyway.

.

(It is strange and disorienting, not being Murphy anymore.

He has shed that existence like he has shed an old coat, recovered his true identity, and the memories of those years he spent in a humansuit fit him ill, now. Just like Murphy struggled to envision the thoughts and feelings of Dream of the Endless, so does Dream now struggle to recall the motivations behind Murphy’s actions, to reconstruct how he-but-not-him had seen the world.

Murphy would have held on to his fury for a while yet, but would have taken that chance at reconciliation if it were offered to him, Dream suspects. Because Murphy was oh so painfully human, in his habits and wants both.

Murphy wanted to be safe. To belong. To love and be loved, to be held. Wanted Hob, the way humans want one another, the sort of thing Desire once governed over - oh yes. He wanted Hob, most of all.

He no longer does, of course. No longer has these human, infantile wants for companionship and simple pleasures.

Dream of the Endless desires entirely different things. He only wants…

He wants…

He…

…he’s not…

…quite sure…?

Perhaps it will come back to him someday. These after-echoes of Murphy’s wants - that sudden inexplicable wish to run after Hob and hold on to him - will fade, and he will recall what is appropriate for Dream of the Endless to want.

One day, surely.)

#WyWrites #anastasia dreamling au #dreamling #the sandman #the staircase scene in the original is so delicious i simply HAD to recreate it in this AU #love writing dream all upset and lashing out #while at the same time repressing all his pesky emotions #while hob is just feeling terribly guilty and tries to make up for his past conduct #i have a lot of thoughts about dream and 'human' wants and all #as you may be able to tell #also standing invitation to send me asks about this!

[tillman]

Learned today everything I thought I was reading way too into the assassins guild is all literally real and fully canon and fully intentional and so much more fucked than I ever thought has me still reeling. Im still so insane over this.

#GOOD NIGHT OF KNIVES TRANSLATION SAVE ME. #txt #I literally can not emphasize what learning how Horrifically Sad and Lonely zato one is did to my understanding of the guild as a while #he feels abandoned and hurt by slayer leaving. #his need for power and need to control every aspect of millia and venoms lives is directly tied to that. #he hates millia not for getting him locked away. but for Abandoning him. he was Left. #he cant sleep despite sleeping pills and other shit without holding onto her. #eddie cant die without being in her arms. #oh my fucking god. #millia willingly accepting some of his abuse because at least during sex she can forget. #millia lashing out at zato in a moment of weakness asking if shes happy because shes Not #because happiness to her is freedom. and he knows he is the reason she doesnt have that. #him just Accepting her Dream is to never see his dream ever come to fruition. #also like #venoms jealousy of millias abuse makes complete sense w this. #and of course millia would laud it over him. hes an ass. #god I literally havent stopped thinking about this since I read the wip. I cant. its so. #I cant fucking believe Assassins Guild is a narrative about how cycles of abuse and violence are perpetrated. #and how freedom from the cycle of your father and his father before him is Happiness. #THATS REAL. THATS NOT MADE UP. ITS REAL. god. holy fuck.

[emersonfreepress]

what is it called when a writer has a headcanon about their own shit? when we've imagined something up that is 100% delightful (or whatever lol) but 100% not going in your final canon? is it still called a headcanon? is it a scrapped idea if you never planned on using it?? is it an artistic notion??? AU fodder??!?

#marcus having a weird wrestling dream about curtis and then lashing out at every living thing he comes across for a whole week over it #what do i call this lol #rain making some ppl think they're a pair of twins bc they get bored and switch up their uniform mid-day sometimes #jessie dumping mason on the spot bc he dislikes latin pop #r running for student body president in junior year as a joke then winning on accident #vi running for student body president in junior year for real and losing to r 🤣 #heidi on the debate team and curt on speech (this one's half-canon i guess) #that's all 🤣 #so many random ideas lol #writing #e prep students #ROs #no but fr am i just going blank on a very basic term or

[meimeikyu]

i love brainrotting about my aus and then literally never talking about them

apparently i have to 'describe them' if i want ppl to hear about them

#anyway thinking of my long lost dreamtale twins #a very old version of my main au #so it exists in the same way as c4-dust does ig #basically they are from the remnants of a collapsed fgod au #where error 'dies' by jumping into the void and after a while it causes the multiverse to collapse #dream and nightmare survive because of their god-like nature (ink and error do too but this was focussed on nightmare n dream) #and basically #they get sent to a version of our world with more supernatural elements #(technically it was a dr who thing but idk if id keep that-) #and because of their code trying to mesh with the new universe they become humanoid #but they extremely seperated at the start #thought they appear human; theyve kept their magic #i never finished thinking of what to do with dream but nightmare basically #lashed out n killed a bunch of people when they first got sent their and gets captured by like #“secret government agency involving the supernatural” kinda thng #n yeah dream would eventually find him #and hed get out #and friendship n shit yay #maybe ill fully flesh this out n draw them... someday #LLdreamtale #<using that as a tag if i do #rambles #nightmare sans #dream sans #dreamtale twins #dreamtale #my au

[shoezuki]

idk if this will make any sense, but dream reminds me off those kids who when your playing a game and they're losing, suddenly make up a new rule that favors them and insist it's a real rule. like he has those vibes.

Nonono ur totally right it's like his stream didn't smooth everything over like he hoped n so he's getting pissed n qrting ppl and bitchin so hard. The 'it didn't go my way I'm going to scream' vibes

#anon #dream hate #it happens every time he 'addresses' something #ppl dont take it and he lashes out n obsesses on twitter

[nervouswaltz]

like on one hand dream is so polite and understanding to everyone and so genuinely fucking kind and lovely and the world doesn't deserve him hes too fucking good. ON THE OTHER HAND i know the dream team toxic bitchfest moments go CRAZYYYYYY like u have two of dreams biggest defenders and the MAN HIMSELF in the same house like there is no way they dont RIP into everyone who is a shitty two faced bitch

#like we know it sorta gets to dream at a point and there were points where he Would lash out #and now i think he just sorta. gets it out in private and bitches with his closest ppl instead of taking it to the tl. and thats healthy #but good god id give so much to be a fly on the wall....

[fettery-fetterie]

Red lights spin, the alarms are going off

-An intruder.

Run around, pick what you gotta fast, they know I'm here

-This is gonna be fun.

Shit. They got me

-Too easy.

...

-...

Here my life lies, my future spilling from my head, I can barely feel my body

And they laugh, they laugh so bastardly, I wish I could have the strength to cry it out

It's helpless. I'm helpless

...

And then, the first hit

And the second

And the third

All cooled out

Do I have to wonder where I got this from? I can't afford that, the pipe leads my way

-Oh, it's you again.

Rush through, knock them, it's about survival now

-Now this is where the fun begins.

Gunshots

-My specialty.

And I bleed

-And you bleed.

The adrenaline gets to me

-Precious wounds from you for me.

Your boys are down

-We're alone

You're alone

-And so scared. My heart rushes. You...it's you!

-You're War! You're what I have been looking for!

-Please...! Your end! My end! All here and now!

I'm just so tired, and I don't feel like working overtime

-What...?

My shift's over. I'm done here.

-No...! NO!

#perceptive little crow #omg hiiiii hi hello. i made some connections and I'm going insane <3 #'have you completely misunderstood another character?' yes i did <3 #i just believe it would be super cool if he was like. completely idealizing the idea of teo as like. a symbol of violence and war #man so obsessed with that bitch he'd go insane over one (1) woman almost killing his stupid ass #bc he didn't feel that kind of rush and struggle and fear and ecstasy for so long. he wants more #and he dreams of the day they can finally get each other's hands on each other. and fight tooth and nail til one falls #and only bc this is about him specifically but I'd also love to talk about teo's potential weight on her shoulders that would be being #the first of like. an entirely new professional career? and a potentially dangerous one at that? like how she'd be the one to set just *so* #many standards about how to deal with myths...oh. how lovely that sounds #ok enough rambling for tonight #I COMPLETELY FORGOT TO MENTION #bc he doesn't get to fight his 'goddess' he lashes out to anyone on her same field. bc he seems them as mere troops which do nothing but #stay in the way of 'their righteous fight' #but also as a way to get even a drop of the same adrenaline he felt that day #ok that's all

[quietwingsinthesky]

Benny: Thanks for not giving up on me, brother.

Dean: Don't give me a reason to.

(im going to throw up)

#DONT GIVE ME A REASON TO. DONT GIVE ME A REASON #'benny's the only one who has never let me down' #HE DOESN'T EVEN GET THE CHANCE TO HUH #BENNY IS DEAN'S MANIC PIXIE DREAM VAMPIRE WHO NEVER DISAGREES WITH HIM OR DOES THE WRONG THING #its sooo. its so pointed. its. this whole parallel sam to benny is so. im think i hauve covid #dean constantly hammering in to sam's head that He Failed. He Failed. He Let Him Down. He Failed. He Broke Everything Between Them. #and benny. benny. oh my god. #don't give me a reason to... #oh to live in the alternate reality where benny does fuck up and fucks up bad #what does dean do then. if his vampire friend was put up against the wall by hunger or a hunter #if he had to lash out. even if he didn't want to. is dean gonna stand by him then? #or does benny go join the long list of people who have let him down. and dean pulls a machete. #how quickly does that trust bleed out huh? how easily do you break a bond that hasn't been tested beyond battle and clandestine meetings #maybe it does happen and im just not remembering that it does. god i hope so. i need to see them get messed up. #dean/benny is so good and messy to me actually. #benny doesn't even know these expectations are being hoisted on him. he's never there when dean talks about how everyone else in his life #failed him. benny just thinks this is a normal (well. 'normal'. they were in purgatory. and probably had wild bloody sex in those woods) #but a normal friendship. and has no idea he's on any kind of pedestal. god. terrifying. imagine being pushed off a cliff you didn't know yo #were on the edge of. that's the situation benny is in rn #anyway! fun normal show for normal people! #benny lafitte #dean winchester #spn

[iris-echos]

Guys i memorized my monologue someone congratulate me

#O then i see Queen Mab hath been with you #she is the faries midwife #and she comes in shape no bigger than an agatestone #athwart mens noses as they lie asleep #her wagonspokes made of long spiders legs #the collars if the moonshines watery beams #her whip of crickets bone the lash of film #and in this state she gallops night by night #through lovers brains and then they dream of love #o'er ladies lips who straight on kisses dream #which oft the angry mab with blisters plagues #because their breath with sweetmeats tainted are #and sometimes comes she with a tithepigs tail #tickling a parsons nose as a lies asleep #then dreams he of another benifice #sometimes she drivith o'er a soldiers neck #and then dreams he of cutting foreign throats #drums in his ear at which he starts and wakes #and thus being frightened swears a prayer or two #and sleeps again #(i think they cut out some parts fo makeit more appropriate) #monologue #shakespeare #queen mab #romeo and juliet #mercutio escalus

[mustangs-flames]

mark and cesar once "fought" and then felt bad about it so they hugged and then cried

oh for sure, in htb au they had a couple of arguments every now and then, usually it was just bickering but one actual "fight" was when Cesar was in a typical teenager mood over something his mum told him he couldn't do and he offhandedly said "I wish I didn't have a mom". It was just a stupid teenager comment, meaningless and just used to express frustration. But Mark...

Mark took it a little too personally.

It was the first time Cesar had ever had Mark actually shout at him.

#hail true body au #htb mark #htb human!cesar #mark left after lashing out and slammed the door after him #and cesar was just sat there in shock #he couldn't believe he'd said something so stupid in front of mark #but he also couldn't believe mark had yelled at him like that #there was a whole week afterwards where they avoided one another #because both of them thought they were the one who had ruined their friendship beyond repair #they soon got their shit together though #you can't keep the co-dependent duo apart for long #mark especially was really going through it without cesar (vague memories of the horrors came back into his dreams)

[whumblr]

Hurt begets hurt

"Leave me alone. I hate you for what you did!"

They saw the hurt on Caretaker's face, the disbelief and pain flashing over their expression, something shattering as Whumpee almost spat the word 'hate'.

Somewhere deep inside Whumpee, something stirred, responding to the clear hurt they caused. But it came from somewhere deep within, something that slipped between the bars of a cage that they’d locked away far, far behind it.

And their overwhelming feeling was a bitter satisfaction that almost made them smile. 'Good. Hurt. Hurt like I did.'

"Whumpee, please I--"

"I don't want you here." Repressed rage burned everything around them.

Another wince from Caretaker who was now on the brink of tears. "Please..."

"Get out," they said, trembling under the emotions they held back.

"Whumpee--"

"Get out!" They made their voice as hard and cold as possible. Watched as their partner stepped back, hesitantly and still searching their face for a hint of sympathy. But as they saw there was none, everything clouded by seething rage and hurt in return, they turned away. Their shoulders shook, their figure hunched by grief, but they didn't look back.

And while Whumpee was glad to see them leave, they didn’t understand why a single tear slipped down their cheek.

-

@firewheeesky @myfriendcallsmeasickwoman19 @myst-in-the-mirror @whumpawink @painsandconfusion @villainsvictim

#whump #caretaker #angst #emotional whump #whump drabble #traumatized whumpee #lashing out #repressed emotions #whumplr #my writing #I had a dream about this and it fucked me up

[itgetsbetterproject]

📚 QUEERBOOK 2024 is hereee! We made a book by and for LGBTQ+ youth! 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈

Last year, we asked LGBTQ+ youth: what's your idea of a "queer utopia?"

Not gonna lie - with more than 150 bills introduced in 35 states in 2023 that aimed to restrict student access to inclusive and diverse books and other library materials, the theme felt pretty radical.

And you DELIVERED. With the help of our Youth Voices (amazing queer youth activists from across the country), we compiled your amazing submissions of poetry, short essays and letters, visual art, photography, and more into Queerbook 2024. Like a yearbook, it captures what queer youth are feeling, going through, and hoping for - right here, right now across the U.S.

It's also no accident that it's the perfect small-ish size to stash in your locker or backpack so you can crack it open any time you're looking for some queer connection. :3

Read some more about the book and grab your own limited-run copy of Queerbook 2024 now here.

#itgetsbetter #queerbook #lgbtq youth #queer youth #trans youth #queer lit #lgbtq books #studyblr #lgbtqia

[countryfriedcatboy]

sometimes dutch van der lindes hatred and abject confusion at the hatred and bloodshed in the world gets a little too close to home and i have to sit down a spell

#phase weeps #i mean this in like. a thinking about young dutch van der linde whos on fire body and soul and wants to change the world so badly #how deeply he yearns for a picturesque world with peace and happiness and this eternal freedom #where hes perfectly and uniquely happy #and some of this is possible #but he will never be perfectly happy or satisfied or escape suffering in its entirety and he cannot just defeat the powers that be through #running away from them and every time he has to come to terms with that he turns tail and runs #he gets angry and spiteful and lashes out at anyone who refuses to believe in his dream which cannot be real #hes a man who is capable of great love and kindness and such a good ideal #but hes looking for this impossible version of it i think and aough #hits very close to home

[cassettecase]

not going into it because i don't have the time or energy right now but growing up abused and suddenly living with an absense of it as an adult ruins you. it really does

#18 years having to be shoved down the drain and untouched because as an adult it can't matter anymore #but it effects every second of my life and i've had 6 years to figure out how to cope with it and i feel like we've hit a wall #and are slowly creeping towards reversing progress #every time a coworker asks about our family or raises their eyebrows at me when i say i don't want to talk about it i want to scream #and the times we've glossed over it we got jokes about mommy issues and hit with “don't ask __ about his mom because he won't stop” #everything is a joke #i still feel like she's going to show up one day and try to strangle me in my own home #and i have dreams all the time about the things our grandmother put in our head #but it doesn't matter anymore and you just have to live with it! you just have to shrug and go on with daily life #pretending you don't want to lash out at everyone over everything because your brain is a bomb

[alchemania]

I'm feeling absolutely bonkers rn so I wanna talk about music again because I'm crazy about the OST of this game so!!!! Here I go!

I've been thinking about Raiden and Wanderer's themes a lot and I love how they contrast - so, you have Raiden, who like. Her theme starts OFF strong and triumphant you have the horns you got the drums and everything is crescendoing and you feel it in your soul and your bones and then it drops and it's more muted but then by the middle of the song it crescendos again like thunder do you feel me it's about insane power all at once and then it's gone and it builds and builds and builds again and that's the cycle!!!

Whereas with Wanderer it starts off gentle and slow but there's a steady beat that only gets stronger as the song progresses and unlike Raiden who starts off virtually capturing your soul with the baseline this song steadily keeps on moving and building and building it's like a gentle hand that gently takes yours and begins to walk with you and gradually gets faster and faster until you both are virtually on the wings of the angels, running as fast as you can possibly go!!! Power showcased in completely different ways and I love love love them both Raiden is like power just. In who she is you LOOK at her and you know she'll mess you UP but in Wanderer's case he's like. A wild card who seems unassuming but is extremely dangerous if not taken seriously it's like dormant. Dormant power. Do you feel me.

AUGHHH I LOVE THIS GAME'S SOUNDTRACK IT'S SO GOOD IT MAKES ME WANNA CRY PLEASE TALK. TALK TO ME ABOUT IT .

#she is thunder and lightning and he is the winds TOGETHER they are the storm that is approaching #PROVOKING.. BLACK CLOUDS AND ISOLATION..!!!! #you want raiden for meta and pretty and hot and girlboss i (maybe kind of not really) want raiden solely for reuniting her with wanderer. #we are not the same. it's about the symbolism it's about how there's so many similarities between them #it's about how they're BOTH emotional but react to trauma in different ways (ei isolates wanderer lashes out) #it's about how raiden wants to protect dreams now and how wanderer has given up on dreaming and hoping but he lives on through spite #and YET! HE LIVES! HE IS ALIVE AND HIS LIFE AND HIS OWN AND BY GOD /HE IS GONNA LIVE IT/!!! #it's about them both becoming accustomed to the world again and becoming part of its history; ACTIVELY. #it's about how ei wears lighter colors now to embody makoto's ideals that have now become HER ideals #and how wanderer has light and dark colors because he has accepted ALL sides of himself. what he was what he is and what he WILL be. #it's about!!!!! how the thunder CANNOT exist without the lightning and how ei is actively trying to reach out to people more #whereas the winds are an entity in and of themselves and for so long wanderer has depended on himself but the winds are stronger together. #and he is slowly integrating back into society and finding people. not necessarily that he trusts but he is finding people and his way #AUGHHH THE RAIDEN FAMILY HMSHSHSJ OUGH. AUHH. PAIN.

[lady-zephyrine]

And thus, Gooey received one out of two big injuries that day (he apologized to Chuchu later).

But yeah, remember that one scene in DL3?

#zephyr speaks #kirby #kirby's dream land 3 #gooey #gooey kirby #chuchu #chuchu kirby #zephyr's artbook #I know he was trying to comfort Chuchu in that scene #But yeah I can't blame Chuchu for lashing out