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A scene that changes lifetimes.

the strawhats & their dreams

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?

People.

The boy that plays Gus on Sweet Tooth played young Sanji in 1.06.

I do not. I grew fond of Sanji and regret nothing.

Sorry everyone, I really wasn’t planning to get obsessed with one piece like this

So Loki got his throne, sat in the middle of the void, and practically became Yggdrasil. What now? Sigyn appears?

*silently expecting so cause even if Loki mastered the slipping, he became a person to admire, and he doesnt deserves to be alone. Not like that, not like nothing either. He learned his lesson, and proved to every single soul that doubted him, and to himself, that he can be selfless. Let him be happy please, at any way, may it be with Sigyn, Sylvie, anyone. Just don't let him be alone.*

Ah.

Someone can make an edit of the final with "Alone" by Alan Walker.

"I love my mother. I really do.

And I know that she loves me too. I know that she made difficult choices in order of that love and I know that she sacrificed a lot too. I love her for that, for chosing me over other things, other people, other choices.

But there are days where I cause her to be angry, by disobeying her, by not listening to her, and she says the cruelest things I never thought I would hear from her, and I can't help but think that a part of her, a little yet significant part of her, thinks that I owe her for that. I, her only daughter, owe her all the sweat, all the tears, all the blood she lost for loving me. A part of her that will always blame me for what she had to do.

And I don't know if I should feel like I do owe her my own sweat, tears and blood.

Should I? Is it true that I owe her all of that? Is it true that I have to give all of that back to her one day? Do I have to sacrifice myself too? ”

—a quiet thought that I had to write down.

If someone ever ask you about something you do, you think or you believe in, be polite, and make sure that person will not treat you wrongly just because they dont agree with you.

Don't let your acts, your opinions or beliefs be underestimated or belittle.

My heart did weird stuff while watching this scene.

The Little Mermaid (2023) Directed by Rob Marshall

Well, well, well. So here's the thing:

I watched Morbius (2022) a few days ago, and in that essay I will say:

I realized I've got a really strange liking (read; partner preference) in tall, dark/blonde, traumatized men that have an insane side along with a soft side. (Ben Solo, Loki, Kaz Brekker, Anthony Lockwood, Morpheus, Sanji and now Morbius). I am not proud nor ashamed to admit that.

As a child, vampires where a topic of myths that I disliked. I mean, blood, fangs, etc. Then I watched Hotel Transilvania and I softened. Now Morbius and I wanna write a fanfic. (You know you're a writer when you see something, got interested, investigate, and wanna write about it).

Michael's representation was something I appreciate: the softness, kindness, strength, will, determination, suffering... ✨GOLD✨

As a psychology student, the huge difference between Morbius and Milo's reaction and dealing with their vampire side is a phenomenon I intend to study. Just by that, I say that the actors job was brilliant. I mean, Jared Leto? Matt Smith? 🤨 What else ye need?

The refference to Doctor Who... ✨👄✨ (or maybe I just connected it out of the blue hehe).

I'm not gonna lie: the movie could have been better. Yet, I felt it was quite THE movie. A lot of things shall happen now, since these events have place in Peter 3's universe which is also Venom's universe.

Also; I felt that Martine and Michael's reationship could have been better without a kiss. It felt rushed, unnecesary. The rest; ✨👌

I shall impatiently wait for the moment the whole Spiderverse collaps in itself and bring Miguel O'Hara the worst of headaches. I shall be laughing like Maleficent.

In conclusion: 8/10. Lets see how it continues.

One of the best things of the movie Morbius is the doctor asking Milo how much pain he has, on a one to ten, and he replays: "Eleven".

Cinema, ladies and gents.

"There is a lot to unpack when you have a relationship with yourself"

Mobius, you are a treasure.

It came to my mind that Morpheus is not better than Roderick Burgess.

That man trapped him in a Christmas decoration and took advantage of it by using his tools till the literal end of his days.

I remember that I was so pissed off because of this, cause, c'mon, by the greed of one man, countless people paid.

But then, I saw 1.04, where Nada does her aparition, and for a moment, hated Morpheus.

I hated him. So much.

As a dreamer myself, I felt dissapointed at a way I never thought I could be.

I also realized that Morpheus may be the word "Dream" into a man, but he, himself, is not a dreamer.

And how sad it is. How sad it was for me at least, that growed fond of this character, to see this proud, selfish and unforgiving part of him. To see that he is, by far, worse that the man that trapped him. To see that he represents dreams, but he himself is not a dreamer. I suppose that it is part of the charm of his depressed and pale self, after all.

At least Teleute scold 'im and he went to set Nada free, and made sure that she would live an amazing life.

At least in that last action, Morpheus is better, cause he at least choose to be.

And as a dreamer, that made me proud of him, at the end.

*insert Darwin scream from The Amazing World of Gumball*

SYLKI STANS!

If you didn’t know yet, there is a Loki season one novelization, and it is full of the sweetest pro-sylki paragraphs. And yes, it is an official Marvel item!!

book links at the end of the post :)

Mari (user @/maybeloveishate on Twitter) made a thread of the copy of the book in Portuguese, and here are snippets of the book in English (with my favorite parts in pink!)

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

On the train:

“She was genuinely very funny. He almost… liked her.”

On Lamentis:

“He couldn’t help but be impressed by the way she fought. She was elegant and gracious, full of skill and strength. If they weren’t in the middle of an apocalypse, maybe he would stop to watch.”

“Even in the end of the world, Loki thought, the things are beautiful. He looked at Sylvie. She was beautiful too. ‘I’m sorry’ he said sincerely. Sylvie’s eyes met his. It was hard to bear seeing the sadness in her.”

“Asteroids continued to fall around Loki, yet he couldn't let go of Sylvie's hand, nor stop looking into her eyes. A cloud of dust and rocks rained toward them. In a matter of seconds, he would swallow them, and he realized he didn't care as much as he thought he would. He had never felt this way before. That somehow all the bad things were worth it if he could just have this one, brilliant, indisputably good thing.”

The TVA arrest:

“Whatever was going to happen, Loki knew that Sylvie would be with him on the other side, and they would live to see another day born. Together.”

Mobius interrogates Loki (he says Sylvie is, and then isn't, dead)

“Something was hurting in his core. Everything was hurting. That was wrong. It couldn't be. He sank into the uncomfortable chair, feeling as if the entire universe had perched on his chest.”

“And at that moment, the world stopped.”

“Loki exhaled. He had never been so relieved before. Was this what it was like to like someone?”

The Void:

“Loki listened to Sylvie's inspiring words and felt them spin in his chest like moving leaves, a feeling of change, of new life. It was spring and sweetness mixed with trepidation. Love really did strange things with your heart.”

Blanket scene:

“Loki looked at her, then. Really looked at her. ‘I care about you’, he wanted to say.”

"He couldn't look at her. But he also couldn't not look at her.”

“Loki couldn't look at her without feeling his face get hot. So he looked down instead, smiling disconcertedly.”

“His face was so close to Sylvie’s, so close that he could smell her hair.”

“He had never spoken so honestly about his feelings with anyone. Was this what true friendship was like? Was this what it was like to love someone?”

“And then Loki’s heart did the inconceivable: it literally beat faster.”

The Kiss:

“She dropped the sword. And then kissed him. Their lips fit, and Loki felt time pause, flowing like honey. How had he lived all this time without feeling this? Now that he knew what it was like to love someone, to really love someone, he would never be the same. Sylvie kissed him, and left him lost in time. Everything stopped. Nothing else mattered.”

After Sylvie killed HWR:

“For a moment Sylvie just stood there, everything went white, like a new page, or a tombstone without an epitaph. she made it. she really made it. she found him, and she killed him. and betrayed Loki for that. her heart felt heavy and she started crying. her legs gave in.”

After the citadel:

“He wanted everything to be good for her. No matter what happened, whether he met Sylvie again or not, he would try his best to make things better. So, maybe... just maybe, they could live together in that better world.”

BOOK LINKS

copy from fishpond (English version, ships free everywhere)

copy from the original Australian site (English version, ships only in Australia)

copy from Amazon Spain

copy from Amazon Mexico

copy from Amazon Brazil

People.

If Pedro Pascal doesnt do the voice of Gabriel O'Hara if he ever comes to appear in BTSV, I'm gonna make a revolution.

Thank you for your time. Adiós.

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

For a blur of time, Esther finds herself back in the normal rhythm of her life.

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Where Esther has unwanted visitors in her house, which turn out to be the Fates.

read here in ao3.

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

When you are a child, indifferent to harsh reality, dreams are a big part of your life. They provide you with entertainment, ambition, and - the most precious of all - hope.

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Death tells a short yet important story, and Esther understands.

read here in ao3

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.

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

Esther meets Johanna Constantine one cool autumn night.

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Where new things are learned... And where Esther dies and relives a second time.

read here in ao3

2023 is a year i will never forget.

I got into the psychology college of the Cordoba National University.

I turned 18.

I travelled more than anytime before.

I dared to do a lot of things that I never thought I would.

Tomorrow I'll travel for the first time on plane, and will meet the snow for the first time.

And the memorable one; PERCY JACKSON LIVE ACTIOOOOON.

GOD I LOVE YOUUUUU.

People, I watched Elemental.

91937381918384743884929388484/10

✨👄✨

Don't touch me, I'm soft.

*starts playing Steal The Show by Lauv and cries*

There is a reason why i've never liked anime, and it was because there some things I couldn't understand of 'em, that made me get lost in the inconmensurability of the story, and inmediatly drop it.

Well, turns out, that changed today.

I watched the new Netflix show One Piece, the eight episodes, in a row, with my aunt.

Let's just say, I intend to hold on to this story, and never let it go. I understood it, I followed it, I feel in love with it, and that is all I need.

Now lets just keep it near, and get into this fandom. Hehe.

People

I had a dream, where I was walking barefoot in a school garden, it was raining, and then I saw a tall, dark haired man that was standing in the rain like a ghost.

I approached, and ask him if he saw my rain boots.

Really. Just like that.

And then the man turned and there it was Morpheus. He looked tired but his eyes where kind of... Shining. He said that he didn't see my rain boots, but that he would tell me if he does.

Now, when I was about to wake, I remember that we were standing in front of each other, my boots finally found, and that Morpheus was smiling. It was little, tiny, but a smile nonetheless.

I woke up and felt like if a have made something good for someone, like, I was kind, and the someone felt better for it.

What a dream.

Ohhh dear

HOW IS THAT LOCKWOOD AND CO IS NOW A DECADE OLD?

God, how time goes.

Let's just say that I'm kinda ashame of finding out this word just a few months ago, but I'm glad I did.

To celebrate, I made a PowerPoint that one day, I hope, will be presented to Netflix and will persuade 'em to continue this series.

The bad thing is that I do not know how to post it here.

Can someone teach me? I wanto all of you to give me advice and recomendations of it.

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 of the World:

The very first book crush I e'er had was Percy Jackson.

The very first fic I e'er wrote was about Percy Jackson. Its on wattpad, in Spanish, called the Daughter of Truth.

The very first time I did a playlist was for that fic.

So, my apologies, in advantage, for the creature I shall become on December 20th.

You can join me in the unhinged spiral or die in the way. Pick your favorite.

Thanks for your time.

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

After, basically, many supernatural experiences, Esther becomes, in the floating words of Delirium, a many-coloured oyster shell containing a black pearl.

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Where Esther does her first defiant action, and with it, she goes forward.

read here in ao3

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

When Esther opens her eyes, the first thing she sees is a white light that goes out, and then comes back, and goes out, and comes back. Again and again.

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Where Esther dies and the very death tells her: "Not yet, dear", and the rest is confetti. Until it is not.

read here in ao3.

Yesterday I had the brilliant idea of going to a park and feed the pigeons.

I was hoping for a raven or a woman with curls that talks about Mary Poppins to approach, but there just children running the birds and pigeons that were particulary interested in coming and stand next to me and to look at me with their red eyes.

I quite understand now why Morpheus did that. It's kind of relaxing to have this little entusiastic birds surrounding you while you see them eat. The sound of their wings is quite lovely too.

This is my coping mechanism now.

People, let me ask you all a question:

What do you think when you have an existential crisis or a mental breakdown?

I think that I am in need of a boyfriend or a romantic partner.

Then I recover and think that what I truly need are two things: to play the argentinian hymth in the Big Ben as a public manifestation of defiance, and to try to be a better christian.

Am I the only one that has those ideas?

Let me continue: I find a song that really describes what I'm feeling, I find God. I eat the flavour of ice cream I used to eat when I was a child, I find God. I climb a tree and stay there watching the world, I find God.

i'm a simple girl: i see sunlight on the water, i find god