So Loki Got His Throne, Sat In The Middle Of The Void, And Practically Became Yggdrasil. What Now? Sigyn

What kind of ache is this, that I think of someone holding my face in their hands with softness, and I start to cry.

The sole idea of someone being soft with me shakes my bones. Its scary. But if it ever happens, I would treasure every second of it, like a pirate.

Does that makes sense?

Some thoughts, quotes and just things I had once that I considered are something worth knowing:

Also some of this are scattered on my writings.

When you are a child, the only thing you may have and that never leaves you are dreams. You dream, with reaching the stars, with walking among clouds, with travelling the world. When you grow up, you realize that stars are far away and are way bigger than you. That clouds are just air, and that the world is too big. Those dreams die. And you have to continue.

Sometimes you like loliness not because you truly do, but because when you needed not to be alone, you were, and you had to like it cause there was no choice.

A sword is not a sword without first passing through the blacksmith's hammer. Pain forges you.

"I am nobody, but thats my advantage. I am a blank space that I and only I can fullfil. I may be nobody, but I can make myself anybody. I can be the one that shows them wrong, I can be the one that rattle the world. I can be the one that defies, I can be the one that fights to be better. And just by that, I am someone. Someone that made something, and for that something I may remain. I may be remembered. And considered. And listened. I am nobody, but I can make myself someone. " —Me analizing THE scene (not the possession, the one when Lockwood practically begs Lucy to stay) of Ep 2 "Let go of Me" from Lockwood and Co. It is needed to say It came out at 3:00 am while I was planning to talk to Netflix.

The only dream I ever had (the only dream that I wrote that Esther from my Sandman fanfic has) is that I want to be able to sing "I Lived" by One Republic with all the right of the universe.

If I ever had an encouter with a celebrity I admire, I will not shout, or go crazy, or do something weird. I will just say hello and see what comes after that.

To dream is to defy, and to defy is to dream.

You're not crazy, you just dont manage to be as false as the mayority.

You may be tired, but please, do not give up. One day you'll look back and laugh, realizing that the pain, the tears, the loliness, all those things that made you bleed, had a purpose.

"Love belongs to Desire, and Desire is always cruel". Neil Gaiman, you are wrong. Love is described perfectly on the Bible, on 1 Corinthians 13.

Darkness is interesting, yet dangerous. Be aware of that, always.

You are something to treasure. Your mind, your body, your heart. Do not waste yourself.

Hebrews 11:1

Whatever that comes out of that great and dreamer mind of yours is something worth to know.

Laugh, cry, suffer, fly, dream, love, live. And do not dare to regret any of it.

Dear people that is as pissed of as me because of the cancelation of Lockwood and Co:

I politely ask from you to write, in this post, on the coments, reasons why the show should not be cancelled.

I have intentions of finding a way of comunicate with Netflix and to write them a politely threatening message. If you have information of it, please tell me.

I am argentinian, so, there is an old rage because of the Malvinas towars the British, I have an important exam next wednesday, I am carrying my family expectations over my head, and suddenly Lockwood and Co is CANCELLED!?!?

I have historical reasons to do this. So please, help. I do not want this amazing show to go down. Thank you.

Good Day.

Lets the Hunger Games begin.

And may the odds be in our favor.

“I am deathly sure that dreams and hope are well tangled to each other; you would ask why. I'll tell you: because you can't have dreams if you don't have hope, and you can't have hope if you don't have dreams. ”

—someone that dreams in the daylight and that hopes in the nightdark.

Poseidon: "I surrender. Just spare my son"

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Percy: "Do you ever dream with mom? "

Poseidon: *laughs silently*

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Me: *cries pearls*

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, I watched Elemental.

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Don't touch me, I'm soft.

*starts playing Steal The Show by Lauv and cries*

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.

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.

The grief of an ancient heart.

I do not know something ancient enough to say this with all right, but I can provide a truth as old as time: pain traspasses everything. No one, nor human, god or beyond, is safe from it.

But I can provide hope, too; love is the same. Nor man, creature or being is beyond love, so lay and rest knowing that love can heal you, if you let it.

—The Solivagant.