C!techno On Nov. 16th

text from my coworker

I'm not gonna make a post about c!dream and blurryface by twenty one pilots but I AM gonna leave these here

i actually do think individual human lives are unfathomably valuable

I think sometimes I realize just how special the DSMP was. Like. Nothing of that magnitude will ever happen again. I’m glad I was here to experience it with you all.

[part 1]

Dream stepped out of the lava his feet on the solid obsidian. The main cell was out of the question. If he wanted somewhere to sleep it wouldn't be fucking idiotville and it's resident mayor. He briefly considered one of the cells but that was too far away from his secret entrance to the prison. Plus those cells were cold.

He turned back to face the lava. It didn't matter if Sam could see him, he would just think Dream was watching him, toying with him. "DREAM! DREAM COME BACK" but he was loud. and annoying. He would continue to be loud and annoying for over a week if his own experience was anything to go by.

He had come to the prison for silence, to be alone with his thoughts and for the security only several layers of unbreakable obsidian could provide. No matter what color was between the bumps in the rock. He'd have to travel further in. If he remembers correctly there's another section of lava that should suit him just fine.

A short trip through the guards tunnel and he was standing next to another wall of lava surrounded by obsidian. If he closed his eyes it felt just like the cell. He laid down a blanket and tried to get comfortable but nothing is quite as grounding as prinkly obsidian. The usueless blanket is burned and he's curled up as close to the lava as is safe.

It's been a long time since he's slept as soundly as that.

the dsmp was good. it told interesting stories, in interesting ways. a lot of love and heart went into it. even the ending. there's no qualifiers here. it was just good and enjoyable and i'm glad it happened.

c!dream but drog.. c!drog

"Kill them with kindness" CORRECT!!!

tmmys visit to pandora gets me so horrifically bad as someone who was an unstable child forced to hold responsibility over my younger brother, i cannot even begin to try to figure out how to visualize the fucking terror in a way that makes sense.

(Gets kinda heavy so read with caution)

Whenever i get reminded of that scene all i can think about is being like 11 and crying so hard i threw up when he was being a menace and i couldn't stop thinking about how much i wanted to hurt him.

He would regularly mess with me to the point it triggered a panic attack. My fight or flight would go off so hard that i couldn't speak or recognize anything happening around me, it would often also make me really aggressive and ig he found that entertaining.

Guess it really messed with me cuz i still can't get angry without shutting down from fear/adrenaline, best way i can describe the feeling is to imagine being a wild rabbit that's been picked up and knowing you will die if you can't claw yourself out of the hands.

dont let people tell u ur attraction to fire is "abnormal" or "hazardous" prometheus doesnt have his liver eaten every day for u to ignore the allure of arson