It Came To My Mind That Morpheus Is Not Better Than Roderick Burgess.

What if we rewrite the stars... (Say you were meant to be mine); Chapter Six.

Amara takes them to what is a nearby cemetery.

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Revelations, some acussations... And theories. Lots of theories.

read here in ao3.

We don't belong to this world.

We were meant to fly, to ride dragons or to reach the stars.

We were meant to know, to read stories never told, or to understand strange mysteries.

We were meant to travel, to cross horizons or to find what no one ever found.

We were meant to dream, to wander across realities, or to make history.

Why not all of them? And more.

We were meant to more. So how did we end up here, how is that we strayed from home.

So, as I say first,

We don't belong to this world.

People:

I sended a message to Ruby Stokes' Instagram, proposing her a plan to convince Netflix to get Lockwood and Co back.

Start praying for her to answers me. This cannot go to waste.

Good Night.

People, I am an oneironaut.

I just woke up of my nap and I remember a little of my dream, yet I precisely remember that I could pause it, play it back, play it forward. I could control my own dream.

I remember one thing: I saw a man. Tall, with raven hair and all dressed in black. I dont remember his face, but I remember that I knew he was angry for something.

Should I sleep again or I am in danger?

*collapses*

imma need those receipts...UNCLE RICK really found the three apples tall version of Becky and him 😭😭😭

My mother thinks that Nami is in love with Zoro.

What do I tell to her?

A scene that changes lifetimes.

the strawhats & their dreams

“i could swear i can live a million lifes aside you and never get tired of that dreamy gleam in your eyes. ”

—The Solivagant.

I AM HERE HELLO

REBLOG IF YOU SHIP HARRY/HERMIONE AKA HARMONY

I’m just really curios how many of us there are on tumblr, but if you’re still not convinced then do it for science

Random anecdote:

I remember that once my mum asked me what is my type, or, what would I like in a romantic partner. My aunt was there, her sister, that is a year older than me, and she showed interest in the answer I would say.

I showed them both a gif of Lockwood, said that he was my latest fictional crush, and this is how It went;

My mum: really? He's too skinny.

My aunt: yes. If you got to lay in his chest, the boy would broke. Like a spaghetti. Look at his face.

Me: I look at him and I like him and I will not apologize.

My mum: he British?

Me: yes.

My mum: then you can like him all you want. You'l never met him after all.

My aunt: 😧

Me: 🙂

My mum: 😁

In a nutshell, they dont approve my taste.