Dreams Escape Us

My little corner of the internet. (VividDayDreamer on AO3) Serving as a collection of my original works and inspirational bits from others. (Mostly fandom related.)

[dreamsescapeus]

So, I have been prepping for a work thing for days since it was super important. Day of, I was all ready for the meeting and had like an hour to kill, so I went on tumblr. Bad move. Because....

....I found new content on Katie McGrath and went down the rabbit hole.

...Lost track of time.

...I **almost** missed the big meeting. 😅

[septembercfawkes]

When your WIP doesn’t write itself:

[thatonewherelexasachef]

Hi friend!

For the kiss prompt: Clexa and #5 ... where it doesn't hurt.

Please and thank you!

I doubled down since there were two for this kiss prompt!

I went with Slopes Clexa, #5 Where It Doesn't Hurt. Takes place a few years in the future, they've been together for a while:

While they all lived for the winter, the first truly warm, almost hot, bright day of the year that snuck up on the cusp of Spring and Summer in Polis, Maine was a religious experience. There were only a few slushy, rocky trails left on the mountain alongside the quickly melting terrain park. As was the Trikru Women’s Team tradition, they hosted their annual Bikini Beach Party farewell to the park on that very same nice day every year. 

To Everyone’s surprise and delight, this year, Clarke was off duty for the day and was an enthusiastic participant. She used her mountain vehicle privileges to haul up the kegs in one of the patrol team’s trucks first thing in the morning, was buzzed by nine am, kind of drunk by 11, and landing crisp and clean 720s off thawing kickers that she had no business attempting by lunchtime in nothing but a patrol red bikini and retro mirrored sunglasses with her big hair flying everywhere. After a wild day, she and Anya fell asleep while sunning themselves in the bed of the patrol truck in the late afternoon. 

Clarke and Lexa ducked out soon after to escape to Clarke’s bed to make a night full of sweaty blurry memories before falling asleep. When she woke up the next morning, Clarke was exhausted, sore, hungover, and completely and totally sunburned from head to toe. She stifled a gasp when she saw the color of her arms and hands against the white sheets. 

Lexa stirred gently beside her and grumbled in her sleep alongside a slow stretch. She had an arm around Clarke’s bare waist. Normally Clarke loved nothing more than when Lexa tightened her sleepy grip and pulled Clarke’s butt right into her lap while she nuzzled into her back and made Clarke feel safe and soft and small, but that morning, every skin cell she had was on fire. 

“Ulgh, don’t touch me!” Clarke whined.

“What? What’s wrong?” Lexa startled awake. She blinked the bright morning sun away as she came to.

“Nothing!” Clarke groaned and held as still as she could.

“Oh my GOD!” Lexa blurted out as she took in Clarke’s body in front of her. There was a single strip across her back that was bright white and the rest of her skin was too pink. “Clarke, you are so sunburned!” Lexa couldn’t hold in a shocked laugh.

“I know!” Clarke whimpered without budging. If she didn’t move, her skin only gently vibrated instead of throbbed.

“Did you not have sunscreen on?” Lexa tried to swallow a grin. Clarke couldn’t see the smug smirks behind her but she could feel them in the air. 

“Yes, I put sunscreen on!” Clarke snapped lazily. 

“I kept asking you if you needed some, but you kept saying you were all set,” Lexa puzzled.

“I drank a thousand beers, Lexa! This is not a mystery that needs any solving!” Clarke carefully hid her face in her pillow. Lexa cracked up in that particularly freeing laugh she let herself have when they were alone. Clarke felt Lexa prop herself up on her side behind her.

“Holy shit, your ass is neon white,” Lexa couldn’t finish her sentence without breaking into laughs as she adjusted the sheets and caught a glimpse of more of Clarke’s tan lines.

“I don’t know why this is a surprise to you since the only person more aware of how pale my naked winter body is than me is you,” Clarke muttered.

“Hey, come on,” Lexa soothed in her throaty, slow morning voice. “Are you alright?”

“I literally cooked myself yesterday,” Clarke grunted as she very carefully rolled over and winced as each new patch of skin pressed into the sheets. Her strained face dropped when she took in Lexa’s freshly tanned body. “What the hell! I’m a piece of chargrilled chicken and you’re like a fucking Greek god right now?!”

“Babe, I’m literally Coppertone Sunscreen’s number one winter athlete. My Coppertone rep was on the hill yesterday doing a whole social media thing. The sunscreen was free and abundant,” Lexa bit the inside of her cheek to keep her snide giggles in beck. 

“You got a lot cuter over the years, but you never stopped being annoying,” Clarke sighed as she sat up slowly and methodically. The sheets slid off her body and pooled around her legs when she arched her back to pull her hair back into a bun. Lexa reached out and slid a warm palm across Clarke’s lower back. Clarke flinched away and drew in a sharp breath.

“It’s that bad?” Lexa wrinkled her nose.

“Yes, it’s that bad,” Clarke huffed, then turned to face Lexa and leaned in for a soft kiss, being mindful of her movement. When their lips met, Clarke found a smirk back on Lexa’s. “What’s your problem now?”

“I’m sorry, but your tits are like, glow in the dark white against this burn, Clarke!” Lexa bit back a chuckle. Clarke’s bikini top had been one of the hardest workers on the hill yesterday keeping her rack in check while she skied, danced, and ran around in her bathing suit and ski boots while putting back her body weight in cold beer all day. Now she had two matching bright white triangles on her chest. 

“And to think I was going to have so much sex with you this morning,” Clarke rolled her eyes in jest. 

“I don’t know if you could if you waned to,” Lexa grimaced as Clarke winced over and over as she tried to settle in beside Lexa to get comfortable. “Can I even kiss you? Are your lips too burned?”

“Well?” Clarke let out a little laugh as she eased onto her back and stretched her arms over her head. She playfully shook her two-toned tits and shot Lexa a sultry look. “If you’re looking to kiss me where it doesn’t hurt, it looks like I lucked out with what your options are.”

“Lucky for us both,” Lexa’s smug smirks dissolved into a hungry grin as she leaned down to kiss Clarke’s chest.

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[apolesen]

Nothing beats the feeling when you start getting comments on every fic in a fandom or ship from one person, and it’s clear that they’re going on a fic-binge. 

[xaimelarks]

Wait writers like this?

[musingsbymagpie]

Easiest way to make a writer smile! It’s how I learn usernames and start up conversations these days!

[blueboxfive]

I’m always petrified that I’m going to look like a crazy stalker!

[mllebree-deactivated20210226]

We all love this kind of stalker.

[ruffboi-mags]

please do this, the author will adore you.

[starry-on-ao3]

100% can confirm, even if it’s an older fic you should never be afraid to leave a comment or kudos, it will make us smile :)

[princesscolumbia]

What kind of monster convinced you that you weren’t allowed to express your appreciation for the things you enjoy to the people who created said things?

[purlturtle]

Instagram.

As I understand it, it is Not Done to go back through someone’s insta and comment/like older pics. Very much discouraged as stalkery. So if you got your internet socialization at a time where Instagram etc. were present/dominant, that’s what you learned.

AO3 is indeed different, in that it is an archive, so a place where the entire purpose is to have everything preserved for others to peruse. It is not stalkery to do so; it is the intended purpose! So, look and browse and read to your heart’s content, and never be afraid to interact with older stories - they are there for you to find and enjoy just like the newer ones are, and no author will ever mind hearing that you did!

[goodgirlargo]

# the finger thing

[narraboths]

[arayeee]

Sorry, I’m never going to get over this

[clarkelexagifs]

[dreamsescapeus]

Clarke: Lexa, are you listening? Lexa: *Thinking of her lips*

[veliseraptor]

“explain why this horrible toxic ship is better than this healthy loving ship” friend I do not know how to tell you that we may be looking for different things out of our fandom life

[portraitoftheoddity]

I feel like there’s a major disconnect where some people genuinely believe that “shipping” something means “supporting a relationship without reservation as an aspirational romantic ideal, and wanting it to be canon” 

Whereas for most of fandom history and to the rest of us, it means anything from “thinking there’s an interesting story dynamic here” to “just wanna think about the pretty make-believe people kissing.” 

Just because I ‘ship’ something doesn’t mean I wanna project myself into it as some kind of omniscient metaphysical third wheel in my own ideal relationship. Sometimes I just look at two gremlins and think “I wanna see these dipshits set the world on fire while I watch with some popcorn because that seems like it’ll be interesting.” 

It’s the difference between fiction, and actual real-world relationships. Which some folks genuinely seem to think are one and the same. 

[dreamsescapeus]

[saltfromyoureyes]

i wonder what it's like to be emotionally stable. anyways [thinks about fictional characters to survive] i am fine

[detective-jane-rizzoli]

[commanderlexaofthegrounders]

Happy third Clexa first kiss anniversary ClexaKru!

[commanderlexaofthegrounders]

HAPPY 10th ANNIVERSARY OF CLEXA’S FIRST KISS

Ten years ago Clexa became canon!

Ten years of love when the ground kissed the sky!!!

[dreamsescapeus]

Breathing is Hard...

Original Work:  Here

Rating:  Mature

Chapter Status:  Completed

Author:  VividDayDreamer

Summary:  

A Lena Luthor Imagine: You find yourself head over heels over Lena Luthor, the woman you never thought would be yours. But she is and she loves you with all her heart. And just sometimes, it's in bed where those feelings come out the hardest.

[luna-azzurra]

Writes a character…

Halfway through the book: Oh no, it’s me. I accidentally made them me.

[metaphorsofeverlong]

if i ever tell you "i cant possibly read a book in a day!" i am LYING. i am a FUCKING LIAR. because last night i read a 50k word fanfic in three fucking hours.