whispers i know its a dream

there are things i never got
to tell you and i convince myself
every single day that i didn’t
have the chance, that i never had
the chance to let you know
but the truth is,
i never had the courage to.
i could only utter them
in my dreams and whisper them
in the darkness of the night.
i could only wish that the
corners of my room could keep
all my secrets and that the walls
wouldn’t shake from the weight
of my confessions on its shoulders.
i could only stare at the ceiling and
wonder about you
and how you could consume the entirety
of my thoughts.
and even after all those 3 ams i almost
called to tell you but ended up
pulling my words back into my mouth,
i still wonder.
i still think of you.
i still ask myself
of what we could’ve been,
if i had told you.
because you are
my greatest what if,
my biggest almost.
and i never had the
courage to let
you know.
—  Kai Masa
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A brief report on supernatural occurrences:

Exactly one month before I received the mysterious email (which was the editor, accepting my short story), I woke up at a guest house in Puerto Rico.

“I had a dream my short story was accepted for publication,” I told my mother.

“Ah!” she said. “Maybe that means it’s going to get accepted!”

“Maybe,” I agreed, “but I won’t get my hopes up.”

Truth was,

I did get my hopes up,

because a little whisper in my spirit said 

“It’s already done.”

AHAHAHA I’M OK I’M TOTALLY OK AHAHA I’M NOT GOING INSANE I SWEAR

In Hawaii 160830

IM GUD IM ALL GOOD I DIDNT SCREAM WHILE I WAS DOING MY HOMEWORK I SWEAR AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA IM NOT INTERNALLY CRYING I SWEAR LIKE WHY WOULD I DO THAT AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

ITS NOT LIKE THE FACT THESE TWO WERE SITTING NEXT TO EACH OTHER DURING A PARTY AND YOU KNOW SITTING CLOSE AND THEN CHANYEOL PUTTING HIS HEAD ON BAEKHYUN’S SHOULDER AFFECTS ME AT ALL AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ITS NO BIGGIE

…….

AHHHHHH WHO AM I THIS IS THE BEST THING IVE SEEN YET OML MY CHANBAEK HAWAIIAN DREAM CAME TRUE I CAN’T STOP WATCHING THE VIDEO 

WANT THE LINK??? HERE TAKE IT DEARGODTHISVIDEOHASKILLEDME

OMAGAWD CHANBAEK PLEASE STOP THIS IT’S PHYSICALLY HURTING ME AND I DON’T CARE IF ANYONE TELLS ME THAT CHANYEOL WAS MERELY WHISPERING TO BAEKHYUN, BECUZ IT DONT LOOK THAT WAY.

help.

The Wolven Storm
Priscilla (Emma Hiddleston)
The Wolven Storm

These scars long have yearned for your tender caress
To bind our fortunes, damn what the stars own
Rend my heart open, then your love profess
A winding, weaving fate to which we both atone

You flee my dream come the morning
Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet
To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy
Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep

The wolf I will follow into the storm
To find your heart, its passion displaced
By ire ever growing, hardening into stone
Amidst the cold to you in a heated embrace

You flee my dream come the morning
Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet
To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy
Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep

I know not if fate would have us live as one
Or if by love’s blind chance we’ve been bound
The wish I whispered, when it all began
Did it forge a love you might never have found?

You flee my dream come the morning
Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet
To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy
Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep.

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These scars long have yearned for your tender caress
To bind our fortunes, damn what the stars own 
Rend my heart open, then your love profess
A winding, weaving fate to which we both atone
You flee my dream come the morning
Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet
To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy
Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep
The wolf I will follow into the storm
To find your heart, its passion displaced
By ire ever growing, hardening into stone
Amidst the cold to you in a heated embrace
You flee my dream come the morning
Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet
To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy
Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep I know not if fate would have us live as one
Or if by love’s blind chance we’ve been bound
The wish I whispered, when it all began
Did it forge a love you might never have found?
You flee my dream come the morning
Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet
To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy
Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep

anonymous asked:

So charming are you, little Lord of Light and Dreams, but you must forgive if they say it is not all you seem.

Raising such ‘innocent’ eyes from his Book of All, and the little Dreamling was turning its attention to the speaker as if to devote his attention where he floated like the little sun he resembled in heart and robe.

“You wound me, Grey Dreamer, for I know not what else I may seem” He said, soft as a whisper yet echoing all around them in this little realm of bi coloured wings.

“Hold on to me”


Everything below is writen by the artist, TheWinterBunny is amazing !

[Background Music - Play: www.youtube.com/watch?v=2iMKdz…

Judy: Nick? Nick, wake up! *Worried, Judy gently shook him awake.*

Nick: *Eyes pop open, a snarl curling his lips, teeth bared, growl rumbling in his throat*

Judy: Nick, calm down its me! *Whispers urgently trying to assure him before he accidentally mistakes her for a threat*

Nick: Judy? *Blinks, almost panting, bewildered.*

Judy: You were having a bad dream…

Nick: *Averts her gaze and rolls over, presenting his back to her.* ‘Was nothin’. Go back to sleep, Carrots.

Judy: *Places paw on his shoulder* It wasn’t nothing, Nick… Talk to me… Please?

Nick: …

Judy: Was it something from you past?

Nick: …

Judy: …

Nick: … Yeah.

Judy: You know… You can tell me. I won’t tell a soul.

Nick: *Sighs, slowly rolling over to face her, praying its dark enough in the room to hide the shame on his face* Do you remember that story I told you? After we left Chief Bogo and the other cops back in the Jungle District?

Judy: *Swallows thickly, nodding.*

Nick: Sometimes… I dream about it… But I’m not a kid anymore when I do. I’m… Me - like I am now. Muzzled and caged. Treated like a… Like a -

Judy: Like a savage?

Nick: *He flinched, but was grateful she didn’t liken his vulpine nature to 'animal’ or anything like unto it.* Yeah…

Judy: *Reaching out, she gently wrapped her arms around him, cradling his head towards her chest.* You’re not a savage Nick, and you’re not some thing that needs to be muzzled and caged…

Nick: *Taken off guard, he froze, unmoving.*

Judy: *Hoping to assure him, she held on a little tighter, gently running her digits through his soft, warm fur.* You’re not any of those things. *She whispered.*

Nick: Then what am I?

Judy: … You’re mine. *She whispered simply, as if it was the most honest, obvious, answer in the universe.*

Nick: *Stricken by two, simple little words, the fox tentatively, slowly, wound his arms around the precious figure who held him, and pulled her closer, saying nothing.*

Judy: *Presses a chaste kiss to the top of his head*

Hold on to me… Everything is going to be okay…

Personnal note coming from the artist :

“Nick is still haunted by the muzzle incident from when he was smaller.
Part of him believes he could go savage if something like the Night Howler incident ever happened again.
Part of him is terrified he will hurt Judy.
But the biggest part of him is scared of what could happen to Judy if he can’t protect her.

On a more personal note, I know there’s a few of us out there who knows what its like to be in Nick’s paws…If you are, just hang in there. Know that dawn is always coming, the sun is always rising, and there’s always a new day to start again, and there’s always someone out there willing to listen, help, and be that shoulder to cry on.

Hope you guys enjoy.”

You Flee my Dream
Composed by Mikolai Stroinski
You Flee my Dream

These scars long have yearned for your tender caress
To bind our fortunes, damn what the stars own
Rend my heart open, then your love profess
A winding, weaving fate to which we both atone

You flee my dream come the morning
Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet
To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy
Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep

The wolf I will follow into the storm
To find your heart, its passion displaced
By ire ever growing, hardening into stone
Amidst the cold to hold you in a heated embrace

You flee my dream come the morning
Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet
To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy
Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep

I know not if fate would have us live as one
Or if by love’s blind chance we’ve been bound
The wish I whispered, when it all began
Did it forge a love you might never have found?

You flee my dream come the morning
Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet
To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy
Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep

Accidental boner

When you spent the night at your best friends house you didn’t expect to wake up to a boner pressed against your hip, but that is exactly what happened.

After a night of fun at the hood residence you and Calum had fallen asleep listening to some random song be wanted you to hear. Now though all you could think about was the hard thing pressed against you as Calum cuddled you in his sleep.

“Fuck… oh god y/n… just like that..” he mumbled those type of things for about five minutes before something in his dream must have woken him. Quickly you shut your eyes pretending to be asleep. He groans softly as he realizes what has happened.

“Shit.” He whisper yells causing you to actually giggle letting him know you’re awake. “Y/n, I’m sorry I didn’t mean for this to happen.” You laugh at him being frustrated.

“No really its fine, how about…” you think twice before actually saying it. “How about I help you with your problem?”

“Wait… really??” He looks shocked but as you stead him his face turns into a smirk. “Get ready for a long night baby girl.”

it’s like… dave might be karkat’s moirail, because he gives him advice to chill and karkat takes it

but also… perhaps,… have u considered this……… [whispers] omniquad

drop what you’re doing and read this

midnight and high noon by robpatFF (2k)

There is a story about how the Sun loves the Moon.

(“Will that happen to you?” Harry asks. “Will you stop burning one day?”

Louis dreams about these things, late into the night when Harry hangs from the sky and Louis sleeps and waits until he has to rise again. He dreams about burning out and settling into the blackness of the universe, another star collapsed in upon itself.

“I don’t know,” he whispers. “Would you miss me if I did?”

Another cool caress. The moon infringing upon the heat of a Sun it cannot wish to compete with.

“I think I need you,” Harry says. “I don’t think the Moon can shine at all without the Sun.”

There is a story about the Sun and the Moon, and they both know it well.

rec notes: an incredibly poetic story that i have loved and revisited over the course of the last two years. leaves you with an ache in your chest that makes you feel small and awestruck. 

5 Minute Writing Challenge

I got tagged by the lovely @cywscross . Let’s see what we got…

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Stiels has dreamed of the tree for as long as he can remember. The whispering branches, the rustling leaves, the shadows at its roots, moving, twisting, dancing in the moonlight.

He tells his mother and Claudia hugs him tight, eyes squeezed shut and murmurs, “Oh, oh, my precious boy.”

He takes her words as pride then, too young to know they’re worry.

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The Other comes sometime in the middle of it, suddenly there in his dreams. It’s a shadow, sometimes, a fox at others, a sibilant voice at the back of his mind, even in his waking hours.

“You’re not the tree,” Stiles observes, seven years old, waiting at his mtoher’s bedside for her to die. The tree showed him death. He understands what is happening. He still holds on to her.

“I am something beyond and underneath,” the shadow replies, licking its paws.

Stiles nods. Claudia’s breath comes in tortured gasps.

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Sacrifice, Deaton says and Stiles snorts. “I don’t fucking think so,” he tells the man who fancies himself wise.

“Stiles,” Scott chides, always so willing to believe anyone but his best friend.

“Whatever,” Stiles returns and walks out. Walks away. No way is he letting Deaton kill him to stop the sacrifice. Not when there is an easier way. It’s been years since the tree spoke to him, since it woke him screaming in the night with images of sap and blood and pain, but he’s always known it’s still there. Still alive, in some fashion. He just didn’t want to listen.

“You were sulking,” the fox corrects, padding quietly at his heels as he goes straight for the treeline, moving unerringly toward the place where his dreams have centered all his life. “Because it wouldn’t let you save her.”

“Fuck you,” Stiles retorts. Behin him, quiet footfalls crack the nightair. The fox makes no sound, but the werewolf following him does.

Peter smiles when Stiles turns around, crooked and wicked and orders, “Lead the way, dear boy.”

Stiles does.

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Confession, that was six minutes. I’m tagging… anyone who feels like writing. There’s too many new people around for me to really pick just a few. Have fun!

our lives are stories waiting to be told.

A/N: Look, I don’t even know what this is. But it had a fluffy mind of its own. *Throws 2am insomnia writing at the masses* Enjoy! [x]


“Killian,” she whispers one night, after the tears have dried from her face and the cool sweat fades from her forehead. The dream was different this time, not dragons or sea witches but fire and drowning and getting mauled by a beast. (Actually, maybe not that different after all.) Killian held her tight against his chest until she stopped shaking, rubbing soothing circles into her back and whispering sweet nothings against her hair.

“Killian, tell me a story.”

He chuckles softly, watching her move up and down atop him. “A story, love?” he questions.

Emma sighs, and he can hear in her sigh that even though she’s stopped shaking the night terror is still very real behind her eyelids. “Yeah, I don’t know,” she mumbles. “Something to distract me.”

Killian can think of plenty of things to distract her, things that he knows will get her mind far away from witches and creatures. His heart races just thinking of her soft skin under his lips, her fingers trailing through his hair. The way he kisses that spot on her neck that she likes - that would be sure to ease her mind. Or the way she reacts when he places an open-mouthed kiss between her breasts. Those would certainly redirect her attention.

But she asked for a story. And Killian will do anything to ease the racing of her heart that he can feel against his side.

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