I don’t know, I never dream only have those lucid ‘I just woke up but I am still daydreaming’ things but this was a full on dream. Dude it was so weird even I don’t get it or remember much now. 5am is a weird time.
Goddamn it Facebook I’m too Homestuck for this.
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You just combined every alphanumerical typing quirk and I could still read it.
Challenge level for ordinary person: Extreme
Challenge level for Homestuck: Moderate
we homestucke’d again
yay sparkly sticker
The time is 5am and I just woke up from a dream about me being this ex cannibalistic killer, who was still a bloody vegetarian btw, who forgot to hide all her bottles of blood so when cleaning the house out to move found three, and wine, so hide a some on me and my dad hid some but then we got arrested suddenly for something but we couldn’t be questioned until we got to mexico because apparently my british ass is now mexican so I had to drink the blood on the way. There was also a weird love story thing and I think I was the leading man but I kept swapping genders, my ex had a complicated relationship with me and somebody was stealing my wifi. Oh and she has a really fucking long tube thing of money she was gonna give to me thaf I thought meant she was back with her husband. There where pokemon too and a fight for honour. That’s avout Ll I can remember, fuxk when I do dream it is weird.
(Picture by Nagini-Snake)
I may or may not have just made myself cry…
One day during the five year mission, Jim becomes resolved to evoke a smile from Spock, even if it’s merely a twitch at the corner of his mouth. As they engage in subtle jokes and intriguing wordplay, one of the crew rushes over to take their photo. The smile genuine as Spock leans in closer, a ghost of a smile steadily creeping across his own lips knowing Jim will relish this—knowing he’d cherish this documented moment.
Years after his passing, Spock unfolds the worn photograph (having kept it in his pocket regardless of how illogical it was with an eidetic memory), and stared studiously at it for several minutes, running a slender finger along Jim’s face—his heart heavy with yearning. Although he had suppressed his emotion, conforming to the Vulcan’s way of life, he permitted himself in this private moment to shed a single tear. A tear for the man who respected him, cared for him, and most of all loved him even when he was incapable of returning the sentiment.
Grasping the copy of A Tale of Two Cities that he had given his bond-mate for one of his birthdays, he carefully taped the picture inside the cover, smoothing out the folds to the best of his abilities. Snatching an antique quill pen from the table on Jim’s side of the bed and collecting the jar of ink from the drawer, Spock neatly wrote beneath it:
"The best of times indeed, T’hy’la.
Whether it be in this life or the next, I have been and always shall be…yours.”
Book in hand, he departs the house and strolls into his mother’s garden which still flourished despite Vulcan’s intense temperatures. Bending down, he digs up the grainy soil, and lays the book into the hole he had made. After it was thoroughly buried, he places Jim’s favorite flower over the small mound, the colors of the petals warming the cold inside his heart. It was the burial Jim had deserved, and one he didn’t receive.
Scrutinizing the scene before him for a few minutes longer, Spock eventually rises to his feet—respectfully bows his head, and whispers, “Rest peacefully, beloved.” Then turns to leave.
Love forever written in his book.
The (in)famous Romercutio kiss from the italian version of the musical
Wow. I will sail that ship.
I see your Romeo/Mercutio and raise you Oberon/Puck (from the Globe production)
My right foot can legally smoke marijuana. The rest of my limbs cannot.