klena | I'm two quarters and a heart down and i don't want to forget how your voice sounds

Dark!Art October starts again tomorrow, my beautiful friends! There are still a bunch of spaces left for prompts so feel free to prompt multiple times! I'll update with a claimed dates list tonight after my fencing give-it-a-go sess.

Slowly but surely I am slouching towards Bethlehem - and by Bethlehem I mean the freedom from administrative stress from university and the having of a student loan. Yay!

I am slowly by surely trying to work on getting myself and

blindeadmcjones to see Fall Out Boy. Birmingham or Glasgow, my love??? We can also try London if you want?

I CAN HAS COBRA STARSHIP TICKETS????!!! Even though some bitch at a Certain Music Shop in Leeds told me they were all sold out. FAIL. Roll on January~!

Classes aren't so bad except that my timetable is sort of fucked at the minute. And also I have a seminar in 2 and a half hours and I haven't done my reading yet. Why haven't I?? I mean, it's fucking Narratives of Witchcraft and Magic - it's awesome!

I am going to catch myself up on comments and my community (pssst join

super_bandom - we are superheroes of bandom and joy!!) tonight. Before starting on Dark!Art. \o/

PROMPT ME MORE, MOFOS!!

I napped after I arrived home from uni yesterday (and missed out on the first Circus Soc meeting /o\) but I had really strange dreams.

There was a boy involved in the dream - he lay on the sofa downstairs in my house and I can't decided whether he was Hayden (a guy from my Japanese course - who i randomly bumped into this morning) or whether he was Brendon Urie. ((I know, stay with me)). We were flirting and curled up together and the light was low and moody. He mentioned needing pain killers so I kissed him (and he didn't push me away but...) and wandered.

I think we were all watching a movie but it wasn't just a movie - it was also happening as we watched. There was a bunch of people but the majority of it focused on this woman - hispanic with long dark wavy hair and full lips and beige/natural coloured clothes and dark, sorrowful eyes. There was something like an apocalypse happening and she was with a group of people. They made it to the surface (they were trapped underground? they were escaping somewhere??) but the world shook and the woman didn't weep, her shoulders slumped and her breath escaped her like it had been punched out of her.

The ground was shattering and there was lava and fires and she had to deal with everyone. There was no escape, only the knowledge of death and the only freedom left to them was choosing when they died. She began to tie people up (leather binding attached to wire mesh walls), all the bindings frail but no one struggled. She knelt down beside a child (a little girl? blonde?) and told her stories about being brave and sometimes the best thing to do was not to look. Then she tied a blindfold over the little child's eyes, strapped her into binding that cradled her like a loving mother.

Finally she climbed into her own binding - bracings covering her body and her neck and holding her face down. They tipped forward and the fires glowed over their skin and...

I walked away, proclaiming that one of the shittest movies I had ever seen (and i had seen quite a few in my time) but feeling deeply unsettled and a pit in my stomach.

I returned, give Hayden/Brendon his painkillers (three - the last one for luck) whilst he curled up with his girlfriend (must have been Hayden at this point) and sat on the ground.

There was more but it's all lost to me now...