you only dream once

my life is 1000% better when I’m listening to carly rae jepsen

The plight of tertiary functions


ESxJs (Tertiary Ne): “We love routine, but we are not slaves to it. We love when someone proposes something fun and exciting. We’re always on the lookout for new interests. We have a cooky, creative side to us. We have no problems shaking up things and trying to do what has worked before differently. We sometimes question whether our lives are stuck in a rut. Be careful because our sense of humor may sometimes shock or offend you.”

IxFJs (Tertiary Ti): “We are humanists at heart, but only to some extent. We’re also capable of detaching ourselves from situations and people, leaving our emotions aside and dissecting what’s really going here. We’re not blind caretakers, we can call people on their bullshit. We also have an interest for some things mechanical/scientific in nature that might surprise you.”

ENxJs (Tertiary Se): “We’re not as uptight as we seem. We love to let loose and have fun. Actually, we often delight in spoiling ourselves and giving in to our immediate desires. Designer clothes, nice cars, that’s the stuff that life is made of. We actually do abide by the philosophy that you only live once. We are visionaries, but also realists. A dream ultimately needs to be realistic.”

IxTJs (Teriary Fi): “We are not robots. Sure, most of the time, we look at things from a more business perspective, but we will speak out when an issue that is precious to us is trampled on. We value hard work ethics, but we also look down harshly on laziness, corruption or anyone taking short cuts in life. Integrity is of utmost importance to us and we will not allow it to be put into question. We know what we believe in, we know we are our own person. Take a minute to get to know us outside the workplace, and you’ll be surprised what a unique soul we can be.”

ExTPs (Tertiary Fe): “We may come off as insensitive assholes sometimes and even look like we delight in it, but the truth is, we care very much how you feel. Our charm is not superficial, it’s the first step into establishing a genuine connection. Whatever we argue for or against, we actually do want you by our side, in our cause. We’re rough around the edges sometimes, but do know that our apologies are usually heartfelt. We’ll give the shirts of our backs if someone we care about needs it.”

ISxPs (Tertiary Ni): “It often looks like we do things just for the hell of it. But in actuality, there is usually a deeper goal behind it. We do contemplate on the bigger picture, on the more important matters at hand. We don’t always take everything at face value, recklessly. We like to determine what is our bigger purpose in life. Don’t mock our projects and hobbies, they are usually well thought out and speak to who we are.”

ExFPs (Tertiary Te): “We may look lazy and carefree sometimes, but when we decide to buckle up and make things happen, you best get out of our way. We like to use sarcasm to mask our true feelings on matters, but we can call a spade, a spade. You’d be surprised how competent we are at projects and taking the leadership role. We are much more down-to-earth and realistic than you give us credit for. If you criticize something or someone we like, we will come up with logical arguments as to why you’re wrong.”

INxPs (Teriary Si): “while it may seem like our minds our wandering all over the place, we do know what’s important to us. We hold on strongly to what we like, what has mattered to us through our personal experience. We love to bring up references, we have a mean streak of sentimentality. Even though it looks like we’re always challenging the status quo, some things should never go out of style. We always look like we’re moving on to the next thing, but we’ll always leave a trail of breadcrumbs of where we’ve been and what we’ve seen. Not every new interpretations of things is always the good, often, the original is the best and can’t be outdone.”

anonymous asked:

Which symbol is each member? Sorry I'm a new IGOT7!

no need to be sorry! feel free to ask anything you don’t know about them yet!

ok so

Jaebum - This is Paradise’s crew logo (I don’t really know if they’re producers or just independent musicians but anyways they make music)

Mark - it’s 93 in the Roman alphabet (he was born in 1993)

Jackson - This is Wang ( 王 ), his surname

Jinyoung - “Can’t take it when I’m gone” it’s a quote from his favorite actor that is also one of his two life mottos (the other is “Only when your dream is destroyed once could you reach the true dream of yours” said by his mother)

Youngjae - it’s his logo

Bambam - It’s a snake because in Korean, Bambam is 뱀뱀 and snake is 뱀 (they use the snake emoji it all the time when referring to him)

Yugyeom - this is also his logo, a dandelion (and his tattoo?)

I hope this post smh helped you!

Wrapped Around

Jimin x Reader // college!AU // 9694 words

Summary: Freshman year was a mess and sophomore year doesn’t seem to be looking too good either. You know boys like them are no good for you but maybe they’re just your kind of type

Originally posted by bwipsul

Genre: Fluff, warning: groping(?)

TA refers to teaching assistant

Part 2 | Part 2.5 | Part 3 | Part 3.5 | Part 4

A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for a while now sigh and I feel bad for not putting out anything this winter break! This is a somewhat exaggerated version of what is a combination of my friends’ freshman year haha. Man I love college.

College had been a lot harder than you expected and you struggled, barely able to crawl past the finish line that was the end of freshman year. As sophomore year came around, new year, new me, you had declared. You were on a mission to bring your GPA back up. No more spending your nights at some random house, celebrating a birthday of a person whom you did not know but rather more nights spent hunched over your computer in some well-lit corner in the library.

Even though you felt invigorated to start the new semester, all that disappeared by the time Wednesday came around. You’re not sure why they call the first week, syllabus week when you had homework and quizzes assigned to you already. By the time it was Thursday, you could only thank god that you were so close to the weekend.

Sat in your final class for the day, your physics discussion section, you could only dream of the long shower you were going to take once you got back to your dorm. The bell rings, and the TA gets up to begin writing on the board but the distant noises of a person running down the hallway makes it difficult for you to concentrate. Within seconds, a rather sweaty boy reaches the doorway, panting as he bows apologetically at the TA before taking a seat right next to you. The TA waves at him dismissively as he continues to drone on about the material you learnt in class this week.

“Alright, now you can work in pairs or groups to solve the worksheet. In 15 minutes, we’ll come back to solve questions 1-3,” your TA declares.

You turn to your right to see that the person next to you had already formed a group with a few other students and you were too shy to ask if you could join. You turn to your left to find the sweaty boy silently working on the problem set. Letting out a light sigh, you begin attempting to solve the worksheet on your own.

There’s a long overdue silence before the boy seated next to you turns eagerly towards you and introduces himself. “Hi, I’m Jimin and you are?”

“Y/N,” You smile politely before turning to your worksheet.

He glances over at your worksheet and scoffs. “That’s wrong,”


“That’s wrong,” He points. “You have to use the first equation that’s written down on the board.”

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Yuna Kim : 2016″ All Exhibition Programs (Jr.+Sr.) 
                          Ben, One Day I’ll Fly Away,
                          Reflection, Just a Girl, Once Upon a Dream, Only Hope, Gold,
                          Don’t Stop the Music,  Méditation from Thaïs, Bulletproof,
                          Fever, All of Me,  Someone Like You, El Tango de Roxanne, Imagine,
                          Nessun Dorma 

the merciless flaw | one

pairing: sehun x reader
genre: soulmate!au, fluff, series
summary: the clock counts down the years, days and hours left until your being will be smudged from existence. not wiped, but smudged, because you will be remembered by your saviour; your soulmate

pt.1 / pt.2 / pt.3 / pt.4

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

10 years 38 days 16 hours

Personally, you hated it. The clock never matched your taste, some might call it pretentious because what was the point in glorifying the clock counting to your possible death by having it look easy on the eyes? 

You remembered the day you realised it was there, how old were you? Five? Maybe six? Rolling your eyes at yourself, you realised it didn’t matter, you had dismissed it the second your eyes spotted the hideous clock pressed against under the skin over your wrist; you were just glad it didn’t protrude, it would have only made you want to cut into your skin to pull it out. Would that even work? You were sure you heard someone speak about it. About how a girl tried carving it out once her clock reached two days and still had no hopes of meeting her soulmate, apparently the knife didn’t even scratch the skin. You scoffed into the classroom’s air that was filled with hushed chatter, only to earn a dirty glance from the ever so studious Namjoon who was next to you. 

With a roll of your eyes you looked at the clock on the wall, it distinctly stood out from the wall that was painted a strange hue of green, it increased productivity according to your teacher. Another scoff made its way to your lips but never escaped, this time you were aware of the irritable boy next to you. How could anyone be productive in such a mundane room, with such a monotone teacher…well anyone except Namjoon that was. Your eyes flicked over to the boy, his long torso leaned over the desk as if to hide his intricate notes from you but it was useless, you weren’t paying attention nor would you be able to read his small, cursive handwriting. 

You subtly watched as his hand moved quickly, flicking up and down with each curve of the letters he was so adamant on writing. The tendons under his wrist pushed out, creating distance between his clock and his skin. You didn’t mean to pry but you couldn’t help but stare, what time was his clock at? Was it soon or no-

The curiosity burning inside you came to a pause as you felt slight warmth emit from the clock. The numbers changed.

10 years 38 days 15 hours

An exasperated sigh left you. You felt as if you were going to die in this classroom.

“I’m just glad I have a lot of time left, there is no time in my life right now to worry about if I’ll be able to live or not,” Wendy spoke all at once. The way she was fumbling around, throwing everything around sure proved she did not have time to worry about a soulmate. 

“But aren’t you scared? Your whole life, your whole existence depends on one person. If you don’t find that person then no one remembers you, no one except the person who refused to find you,” you replied calmly, hoping she would stop her erratic movements to listen to you. Spinning on her heel she turned to face you, “Come on, Y/N. There’s no point in depending on someone you haven’t even seen, besides everybody knows your clock could start up again if they leave you so either way your whole existence, or whatever else you wanna call it, will be gone,” your friend in a tone telling you she was probably tired of the tedious, trivial topic you always seemed to end up on. Her dark chocolate eyes flickered around before landing on the phone she firmly believed she lost.

Quickly leaning down she snatched it into her hands and unlocked it. “Just live your life as best as you can, trust can be a one way road and it takes more than just fate to make a relationship work,” she softly muttered as she typed away on her phone. 

Her words resounded within you. You knew she was right, she was always right. Yet the panic and uncertainty stayed in your heart, latching itself onto every glimmer of hope you had. Time didn’t stop for anything, not for the living or the dead and you felt like it was running out.

6 years 15 days 23 hours

The speed at which you were walking should have been an indication that you were, without a doubt, going to bump into somebody. Of course you were when you were walking on such a busy street, you would question where all these people came from but you were in a rush.

Loud chatter around you seemed almost deafening, high pitched laughter rang in your ears, birds chirped as they flew high above the clustered crowd, bodies pushed past you causing your small frame to stumble, the humidity making you feel like you were suffocating, your heart felt heavy within your chest as it hammered against your ribs, your head started swimming in the thick air as droplets of perspiration trickled down your face, you weren’t sure how your feet were still moving, another bump from a stranger pushed you to the side and suddenly there was silence.

No children running past you, no burly men forcing you into another stranger, no heat, no nothing. Except you and him, in a white expanse of nothingness. His identity masked by the bright light illuminating him from behind. You squinted, hoping it would help you make out features yet only his tall, broad figure remained. 

“Who are you?” his deep voice broke the unnerving silence. It echoed through the emptiness. Though you had never heard his voice before it bought you peace, it bought you comfort in such a peculiar way. Your silence only made him press further into the matter, “I can’t see your face, so who are you?”

Your eyebrows furrowed at his statement, was he seeing you the way you were seeing him? 

“I’m Y/N”

The unknown man gasped as a soft golden glow emitted from him before the glow seemed to ooze to the ground and spread around where he stood. You heard him whisper to himself in shock, you weren’t sure what had happened, not when looking at his figure forced you to look away due to the light.

“I’m Sehun…I think you’re my soulmate.”

You instantly felt a pulse within you, it felt as if your heart was being pulled out of your chest yet the sensation wasn’t painful. Your limbs felt lighter as a glow, similar to Sehun’s pushed itself out of your skin to float around you for a few moments before it dropped to the ground. It reached the ground and spread out, just enough to blend with the glow from Sehun. A bright white light flashed in front of you and you squeezed your eyes shut. 

Your eyes snapped open. With a deep inhale of the chilly air around you, you sat up. Fate’s dream it was called. Once your clock reached a certain time you would have a suffocating dream only to find peace once you reached your soulmate, it was how you learned who to find. How you learned who would save you from the suffocating countdown and give you peace.

Sehun, it was Sehun who was going to bring peace to you.

3 years 2 days 10 hours

300 days 20 hours

Happy 18th birthday his voice spoke in your mind. It was a simple gesture, but from Sehun it felt like a world’s worth more than just a gesture. Turning around in the bed, you pulled the covers over you in shyness. 

Thank you you thought back. Ever since the dream you had three years ago, occasionally you would hear Sehun’s thoughts and he would hear yours; it aided you in gaining basic knowledge of the man you would spend your life with. Never once had you had to think hard to remember everything you had learnt.

Name: Oh, Sehun
Age: 20
D.O.B: 12th April, 1994
Occupation: Model
Pets: Vivi - Bichon Frise

You didn’t mind that Sehun was older than you, besides a two year difference wasn’t much. You liked it actually, it made you believe he had more experience in life so would know how to treat you. No, that wasn’t an assumption, you knew he would treat you right due to the sudden arbitrary thoughts you’d hear. I can’t wait to be with you forever was the one that held most significance, how it filled your stomach with butterflies and erupted you into a fit of giggles. Not to forget his immediate retraction of the thought out of bashfulness, how someone could be so sweet was beyond you.

With only 300 days left, your heart ached to find him and save the man you knew you would love.


Who knew this would happen to you? Who knew you would still be watching the disconcerting clock count down, from the years it displayed to the mere 32 days it showed you now, how could this happen even when you knew who your soulmate was?

Despite your efforts to fill your lungs with air it didn’t work, it felt no matter how much you inhaled it grew shy of wanting to fulfill the task of keeping you alive. The irking feeling of being watched wasn’t doing your weak body any favours. Keeping your head low you hoped the strange pull on your frame would diminish along with the sensitivity you now had on the way your blood hurriedly pumped around you, how your hands seemed to swell and pulse with each pump. 

The overload of information for your senses was driving you to breaking point yet the quick pace of your feet hitting the ground didn’t slow down. Gulping down your nervousness you turned the corner only to harshly bump shoulders with a man.

The impact of the collision pushed you off the pavement and onto the fortunately empty road. The strange man let out a yelp as his large hands pulled on the tops of your arms to pull into his body almost instantly, your nose hitting chest with the sudden movement. Immediately you looked at him, craning your neck back you looked at him with an irritable expression, why was he still holding you? You were going to give him a piece of your mind for sure.

“I don-” your speech cut off as your eyes locked with deep brown eyes framed by equally dark, striking eyebrows. 

“Y/N? It’s me, Sehun.”

i see a lot of viktor pretending to be an amateur skater to get instructor yuuri’s attention, which is all well and good, but have you considered the opposite? alright so get this: viktor is doing some publicity event where he gives a masterclass in figure skating, and yuuri registers for it (all it says is you need a certain basic skill level, i.e. how good is your balance?) and afterwards he’s like oh god what have i done and freaks out and nearly doesn’t go. but phichit is like, “dude, come on, chase that tail,” so they schlep out together and probably have to travel cross-country or even across the border into canada to get to this damn thing, and by the time they arrive yuuri is like, so done with the whole idea already, because he’s an internationally acclaimed figure skater and he’s going to a basic class in figure skating and what if viktor recognises him and—oh, wait, that’s stupid, there’s absolutely no way viktor would know what he looks like, at least not up close, if at all. okay. that was a stupid anxiety. yuuri is fine. he’s fine. so he and phichit rock up to this event and it’s a pretty large class (they had to allow for as many of viktor’s legion of fans as they could) and yuuri thinks, it’ll be okay, viktor won’t even look in my direction, it’ll be—

and then the class kicks off and viktor skates up to yuuri with this look of poorly-disguised adoration on his face and says, “wow, you’re skating really well!” and because all they’ve done is one loop of the rink yuuri is like, “oh no, oh no no no, i can’t skate at all,” and as if to prove his point he falls flat on his face. he rolls over, and the first thing he sees his viktor holding out a hand. yuuri nearly freezes up colder than the ice, but then a voice at the back of his mind that sounds suspiciously like phichit tells him, you know what they say about the size of a man’s hands… ! so, god help him, yuuri takes viktor’s hand and lets viktor help him up. (viktor has very nice hands.) “an absolute beginner, huh?” viktor says. “we can work with that.” and yuuri doesn’t have the heart (nor the desire, really) to correct him, so he lets his anxiety takes over and skates so badly that celestino would surely drop him on the spot.

at the end of the session, viktor gushes to yuuri about how far he’s come, how he’s convinced yuuri could learn a jump or two if he put his mind to it, and meanwhile yuuri is still trying to make the fundamental leap of understanding that his idol is talking to him (“flirting,” phichit corrects. “he’s definitely flirting.”) and it seems like he’s really enjoying their conversation, even though it’s just about mundane things like yuuri’s boring degree and boring part-time job and viktor’s flashy international stardom. afterwards, viktor offers to buy yuuri dinner, and yuuri has to concede that maybe he is flirting, but really that’s only because yuuri has been coming on pretty strong too, and he dreads what’ll happen when viktor realises he’s actually a loser with clinical anxiety. but, what the hell, you only live your dreams once, or something, so yuuri lets viktor wine and dine him and it gets less scary as the evening goes on. just as they’re about to part, viktor says, “i hope this isn’t too forward, but could i get your number?” yuuri considers that for a while. he considers it so hard he forgets to breathe, and passes out right there on the pavement. the next thing he knows he’s waking up in hospital, with a phone number written no fewer than six times (“just in case one of them rubbed off!” viktor will tell him later) all down his arms. he presumes the number is viktor’s, but he doesn’t want to take that chance. yuuri doesn’t call.

(five months later, he’s about to step on the ice at the grand prix final in sochi, when he passes viktor, and viktor gives him a curious look. yuuri stops dead in his tracks and nearly goes out cold again, but then viktor’s expression changes into a sly grin, and he says, “yuuri as in yuuri katsuki, huh? you said you were a beginner!”)

this is how we broke up: Missed Calls  (Anthony x Reader)

Word Count: 933

Warnings: i dont even think i swore in this one…

Authors Note: Ok so this series is super personal to me. I’ve noticed it isn’t my most popular but for some odd reason I stopped giving a shit about notes for the first time. This series makes me want to write again - and i feel so bubbly and anxious to put it out there. I can’t sleep or do anything else because i just wanna write this.  When your writing starts coming from the right place; you’ll know because you’ll be happy that even 1 person read it.  I’ve never written in this style before but yeah, let me know what you thought. Part 3 will be out tomorrow. love you lots.

Summary: how many missed calls does it take for you to come back to him or get out of his head? 

this is how we broke up: 6 P.M. (part 1)

this is how we broke up: Missed Calls (part 2)

this is why we broke up: Scared to Receive (part 3)

this is why we broke up: Scared to Give (part 4)

this is why we broke up: Scared to Break (part 5)


Anthony’s mind went blank. His vision was blurry from his tears which fell from his face in slow motion onto the library log, smudging the black ink that you’d written minutes prior. The summer breeze gave him goosebumps despite the heat, and he turned around as if this was all some sick joke. As if you’d be there right behind him, the musical melody of your laughter the only noise that filled his ears rather than the blood rushing to his brain in the dead quiet neighborhood. You’d wrap your tender arms around him and pulling his body flush to yours and smile against his skin. The tickling of his baby hairs on the back of his neck made him paranoid as he whipped around - It felt like you’d just brushed by him, and he’d missed you by a millisecond. He missed you by minutes, hours at most. You had been there, right where he was - just minutes ago taping the envelope onto the doorbell, tears streaming down your face, your hair pulled back messily. He imagined you standing there, crying despite your actions that betrayed your feelings. He could see you. He could feel you if he tried hard enough. The tingle his skin would feel when your fingertips lightly traced from freckle to freckle on his forearms was now replaced by the lonely summer wind. Your abrupt departure hit him like nothing else and his mind wandered as he closed his eyes, breathing coming in hiccups. How could you have left so easily - without a goodbye or closure. Had he missed you just minutes ago, or had he missed you 2 years in time? Had the past 2 years been him chasing nothing but the idea of you? Dating the idea of you, kissing the idea of you, loving the idea of you.

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Reita and Aoi talking about dreams they’ve had (Rajigaze Jan 13)

Reita: Ring-name, “I am searching for the meaning of my single eyelids.” Good luck in your search.

(Aoi gigglin)

Reita: I have double eyelids so this has nothing to do with me. “Reita-san, Aoi-san, happy new year. On this month’s theme of Dreams, this is a dream I had on New Year’s Eve. I remember it vividly, and I thought it was interesting so I decided to write you. I dreamt that I met Kai-san on a tropical island somewhere, and we got married.”

(Aoi makes laugh/throat-clearing hybrid noise) 

Reita: “Then, I realize that I do not have much longer left to live, and I enter a coffin while I’m still alive like the Buddha.” (did buddha do this idk) “Then my husband Kai starts hitting mokugyo [wooden blocks in a temple] together and chanting.” (i think this is some buddhist ceremony i’m sorry i don’t know shit lol) “And that’s when I woke up. I’ve had lots of dreams about going to the GazettE’s lives, but this was the first time that only one of you was in the dream. And also the fact that this was the last dream I had in 2016 – not so much the part with Kai but that I died – I’m kinda worried it’s some sort of omen.”

(both chucklin)

Aoi: I see.  

Reita: I can totally picture him hitting the mokugyo together

Aoi: Right?? But I wonder if they were actually mokugyo

Reita: (chucklin) Do you ever have weird dreams like this?

Aoi: Hmm….not really? 

Reita: Then how about this, do you remember the first dream you had this year?

Aoi: I………..I haven’t had any dreams recently tbh.  

Reita: Ah, you’re sleeping well! (laughs)

Aoi: Yeh (gigglin) Have you had any dreams this year?

Reita: I have, but they’re too weird to talk about on the radio. 

Aoi: Ahhhhh

Reita: Yeeeeeah

(both Ojisan Chuckle)

Reita: But do you ever have dreams like before a live where you mess up? 

Aoi: Only once.

Reita: Oh really!?

Aoi: Yeah, I dreamed once that it was time to go out on stage but my makeup wasn’t finished yet – just once tho.

(r u KIDDING me ALL of u come out w no makeup thats a good ass dream imo)

Reita: How did you feel?

Aoi: I was panicking so much.

Reita: Right? 

Aoi: But it was only once – you have dreams like that all the time, don’t you.

Reita: Yeah, I do – so what, does that mean like you don’t get nervous [before a live]? You don’t worry at all? 

Aoi: I guess I just don’t really look forward to them?

(both laugh)

Reita: Oh so that’s what it is ok (laughs) I see…but those dreams are so real when I have them

Aoi: Omg right???

Reita: Yeh…..

Aoi: Damn……

Reita: For real……

Aoi: Yeah……

Reita: I dreamed that Ruki’s like “okay guys listen to this new song,” and Kai does a count-in, and everyone just starts playing it and I’m like,,,, tf I don’t know this song??????

(Aoi laughing very much)

Reita: Like it seems so real 

Aoi: That would be so funny if we pranked u 

Reita: I’d be like : - O 

(Aoi still laughing) 

Reita: You know how like recently on tour when it’s someone birthday we’ll do the whole surprise thing with the cake and stuff…we always kinda do it the same way you know?

Aoi: Mhm.

Reita: I wanna try doing something more elaborate.

Aoi: Yeah…

Reita: But then we have to practice (laughs) I don’t wanna have to do that (laughs) Anyway do you ever have scary dreams?

Aoi: Yeah.

Reita: Like, what kind, gho-

Aoi: Ghosts. Ghosts.

(Reita laughing) 

Aoi: Obviously ghosts. 

Reita: You hate ghosts don’t you

Aoi: I hate them. If you say you’re scared u become a ghost (???????)

Reita: (still laughing) Oh really!? …I haven’t had any ghost dreams recently. 

Aoi: Oh really?

Reita: Yeah – I’ll have dreams where I’m like getting chased or something though, that kinda scary dream. 

Aoi: Ahhh, well that’s kind of a ghost dream.

Reita: (laughing) No I’m getting chased by people.

anonymous asked:

So hey, I'm the anon who requested the other chocobros and angst. I wasn't really thinking of any specific scenarios but maybe something where s/o is suffering through nightmares because some daemon and the only way to save them is for the chocobros to like, enter their mind and they learn about s/o's dark(?) past and afterwards they comfort them

Why does inspiration strike at almost 1am when you should be in bed? Who knows. Anyway, here’s a small drabble with Noctis because I felt like he suited this prompt the most. 

Noctis’ eyes flew open. A whimper cut the silence of the room, rousing him from sleep. You were trembling beside him, shaking like a leaf under the blankets as another nightmare plagued your subconscious.

He sighed. The dreams were getting worse. At first you were able to wake yourself up from them pretty easily, feeling only minor discomfort once you were awake. But the dreams started to get more intense, and it was becoming harder and harder to snap you out of them.

Small cries started to leave your lips, and Noctis felt his heart slowly breaking. Your back was turned to him, and he reached over, his hand hovered over your arm. He debated waking you up—the last time he’d tried, you woke up screaming and struggled against him, not fully conscious. He’d earned a few scratches for his efforts, and the look on your face when you realized what you’d done had been a dagger to his chest.

Your breath hitched as you emitted another soft cry. Noctis knew he couldn’t sit by and do nothing while you were in distress. He closed his eyes, and summoned a type of magic that he’d never really used before. His hand came to gently rest on your temple, and he slipped out of consciousness.

His eyes darted open. The ground was cold as he rose to stand. He wasn’t in your bedroom anymore—he was in a dark city, cast in eternal night.

A scream rang out. Noctis jerked his head in the direction it came from.

It was you.

He uttered your name aloud before sprinting off to find you. Your voice was shrill and pained, the screaming never ceasing as it combined with a loud snarling that sent a chill through Noctis’ spine.

When he finally found you, you were on the ground, pinned to the concrete. A giant daemon with jagged teeth and blood red eyes hovered over you, clawing at your arms and roaring near your face. Its saliva dripped onto your skin and you shrieked, trying to wiggle free of its grasp as its claws marred your flesh.

“Hey!” Noctis shouted, brandishing his weapon. “Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?”

The daemon angled its ugly head in Noctis’ direction and he could have sworn it grinned. It rose to its full height, looming easily two feet over him, and lunged with lightning speed at him.

Noctis blocked him and parried him just as quickly, slashing at its legs so it buckled to its knees. The daemon was large, but clumsy, and Noctis was able to warp strike it as the lingering apparition of his body served as a helpful distraction.

Soon the daemon was on all fours, weakened and panting. Noctis was about to strike it through its back when your voice called to him.


Noctis turned, confused. You were still on the ground, but sat up, reaching to him.

“You can’t,” you begged. “Please.”

Noctis looked at you in confusion. “Why the hell not?”

“Because,” you sobbed. “He’s my father.”

Noctis turned to the daemon. A section of its face had peeled back, revealing the face of a man. A man with eyes like yours.

Noctis shook his head, turning back to you. “I have to.”

Before the scream could leave your mouth, he brought his blade down and pierced through the daemon’s heart.

There was a flash of light, and Noctis was blown back. You gripped onto him, pulling him towards you as you both watched light consuming the daemon, ripping it apart. The darkness ebbed away, and you both covered your eyes as the light became blinding. Once it had dimmed, you both lowered your arms and you let out a gasp.

It was your dad.

Your real dad. With kind eyes and a smile on his face. He seemed almost ethereal as he stood there, the darkness shrinking away with every second.

“I’m sorry,” he said aloud, though it hit your ears like a breathy whisper. You gulped, tears stinging your vision.

“You can’t hurt me anymore,” you breathed, and he started to fade away. Soon, he was gone.

But the light remained. It poured through the streets, lit up the dark alleyways and coated everything in a golden glow. Noctis smiled and leaned his forehead against yours.

“You’re safe,” he promised. “No matter what, always remember that I’ll protect you.”

You sighed, finally absorbed in a moment of relief. “Thank you.”

Noctis blinked, and the was back in your room. It was still dark, still night time as the blue haze of the moon washed over the floor. He took his hand off your temple and watched you for a moment.

Your breathing had evened out, and you were no longer trembling. He let out a breath, one he felt like he’d been holding forever, and leaned down to kiss your cheek.

“G’nite, love,” he murmured, settling back into the sheets and pulling you close so your back was against his chest. “Sweet dreams.”

You subconsciously cuddled closer to him, letting out a quiet hum. “Sweet dreams,” you mumbled back, slipping back under with the tiniest smile on your face.

Let’s be real, my dadsona would be Mary’s friend in a heartbeat. Give me my darkly sarcastic, fiercely loyal Wine Mom any day, her husbands cool and all but I just wanna do shots and judge people with my home girl.


“…you will find what you want only as long as you stay in your dream. Once abandon it, and you are at the mercy of other people’s dreams. They will make of you want they want you to be. Forget them, Sarah. Trust to your dream.”

Sarah was spellbound. 

Trust to me,” Jareth said, moving his face close to her. “Can you do that?” 

The Pisces Feet

Those enchanted Pisces feet walk through the footprints of every sign, absorbing their cosmic colours and shine. In acupuncture, the points of the feet respond to every part of the body. This is the same way you can access the whole divine, archetypal and spiritual masterpiece through Pisces.
They are the feet of Jesus, those that walked on water, lent down to wash the feet of the poor, and became wiped in the perfume of Mary’s hair, filling the room of the fragrance of heaven.
Those blistered feet, those that walk upon the clouds of creation, symbolize the Piscean’s humility, servitude, and work with the most abused, broken, and forgotten residents of the world. Upon those feet the weight of the cosmos is held, as they do the quiet labor of God. Upon those feet they dance through
the universe on mutable fluid glow, and they can become
mermaid tails as they immerse deep beneath the ocean. The feet symbolize their longing to wander through temples and treasured lands, admiring the divine work and searching for home. It may also elude to the individual’s lack of grounding or practical focus. Responsibilities and reality can be neglected for fantasy. Life may become directionless, and the personality unsteady and unstable. Solidifying the personality, bringing focus to the body and its role as a co-creator of the universe, and immersing body with soul, can bring those feet down to the ground. Webbed with constellations and threads of every sign, you can only walk with them once upon a dream.


You manifested yourself
In my dreams again
The way you have for weeks

Each night is new
But nonetheless familiar

I am somehow simultaneously
Aware, consciously, of our reality
And immersed, subconsciously, in desire

This consciousness serves not
As a gentle reminder of my delusion
But instead 
As a blunt force to my cerebral cortex

So violent, in fact, 
That upon waking, 
My head aches,
Stomach turns,
And skin scorches

The deepest parts of my mind
Are fused to you;
Begging to relive 
Our most intimate
And passionate moments

To smell the sweetness
And feel the softness
Of your skin
Surrounding me,
If only once more

And so I dream
Of you welcoming me,
Perfectly content with my company;
Connecting and moving rhythmically,
As immaculately as ever

Eliciting an emotional response
That is so profoundly heartbreaking
And nostalgic
And beautiful;
One which I embrace
And rely upon

—  The Comfort of Cognitive Dissonance