Feb 3
you know you have a great relationship with your father when you wake up from a nap where you dreamed Franco Barbi was your dad
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you know you have a great relationship with your father when you wake up from a nap where you dreamed Franco Barbi was your dad
our couch may be old and scratched up and and faintly stinky (thanks to inigo’s temper tantrum about a new cat in the house), but it reliably puts me to sleep when i’m waylaid by insomnia and so i will cry when we finally replace it
Tyler, TX
$524,900/4 br/4972 sq ft
Tyler, TX
built in 1951
Day 17: Stay With Me
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Clary stands at the edge of the pond, frozen. The animal, creature, whatever it is, has long fanged teeth and curling horns. What Clary thinks is supposed to be it’s face is mangled and bloody and Clary really needs to get out of here but she can’t move .
The creature smiles a bloody smile at her, moving closer.
“Angel blood,” it gurgles out, voice rough and guttural.
Clary gasps, breath getting caught in her throat. A hand comes out towards her, talons long and sharp. Clary suddenly realizes that it might kill her.
She’s only fourteen, she cant die.
The thought unfreezes Clary’s body and she ducks right as the creature’s talon swipes at where she had been standing. She rolls away from the creature and stands up unsteadily, legs shaky and heartbeat rushing in her ears.
The creature looks angry that Clary managed to dodge it, baring its fangs and snarling at her before rushing towards her.
Fear claws at Clary’s throat but she doesn’t scream. Instead, she turns on her heel and sprints as fast as she can down the hill, away from the pond.
She’s small and has always been fast. There has to be someone down at the park who can help her.
But when Clary makes it down, the park is deserted. There isn’t even a single person walking along the street nearby. It’s a strangely haunting scene for the middle of the day in New York City.
“Help!” Clary tries yelling even though she knows it won’t help. The creature is getting closer behind her and Clary keeps running, hoping, praying , that she’ll find someone, “Help! Please someone help me!”
But there’s no one and Clary can’t run forever.
Her breaths are coming unevenly and she knows she’s slowing down. She gasps out a long heaving breath and turns around, bracing herself.
The creature makes a screeching sound and lunges at her.
Clary screams.
...
“Clary!”
Clary opens her eyes and finds herself in her bedroom. The yellow walls she and her mom had painted, her art hung on the walls.
Luke is sitting on the edge of her bed, hand resting on Clary’s shoulder.
It was just a dream. Thank God.
“Luke,” Clary says softly, her voice slightly shaky.
“You okay kiddo?”
Clary nods, but she can still feel the remnants of fear running through her.
“Yeah,” she says, “Just a bad dream, I guess.”
Luke nods, smiling warmly. It makes Clary feel safe. She’s not alone in a park. There’s no mysterious creature after her. But for some reason, she can’t shake the thought that the dream means something.
Angel blood the creature had said. Why does that sound familiar?
“In my dream I was being chased by some sort of creature,” Clary starts, the words slipping out of her before she thinks about it. Luke just makes it so easy for her to tell him things, “And it was the weirdest thing. It said something about angel blood. It seemed important for some reason.”
Out loud it sounds a lot stupider and Clary shakes her head.
“I don’t know. I must have subconsciously gotten it from some book I read or one of Simon’s video games.”
Luke nods but something in his eyes looks troubled. Clary wants to ask about it but Luke starts speaking before she can.
“Yeah, probably,” he says, “Don't worry about it. Go back to sleep.”
Clary nods, settling back into her pillows, but she feels suddenly uneasy when Luke gets up to leave. She doesn’t want to have another nightmare again.
“Stay with me?”
Luke turns and smiles at her, soft and fond. His Clary smile. The way he’s been looking at her since as long as Clary can remember.
“Of course.”
consider buying this sad, stressed writer a ko-fi so she can eat dinner? (shakes digital cup of change) a single ko-fi?
This is like walking naked through a cheese grater and then into a shower of lemon juice.
@totallysilvergirl
Bringing her A game to this situation, haha! <33333333
So my spouse has a degree in animation and sfx, so watching basically any film becomes so much more than whatever it’s about, and for me as a lover of critical and contextual analysis I really enjoy that. The thing that gets me every time though is the fact that watching any of the Cars films becomes a discussion of how hard the studio is flexing, and that they’re using THESE films specifically as the vehicle (pun not intended but damn) for that epic flex. Meanwhile I find it truly hilarious that Cars (the first one) a film so unabashedly created specifically to appeal to little boys, has the same plot as any given Hallmark romance movie; Asshole city slicker finds himself in a cute small town down on its luck, he’s desperate to escape, but can’t until unspecified goal/event is met, and along the way he falls in love, with both the town and one of its residents, while unlearning his assholeish ways, he then leaves, goes on to achieve his dream with the help of new friends, and a better attitude, before returning to the small town he once hated to live happily ever after. These two things, the animator flex and the hallmark plot for little boys, occurring in congruence is so totally ridiculous I can’t believe it happened.
losing all sense of self wanna puke