#dream list

[welcome2khaos]

big mood

[goryhorroor]

“1950s horror movies contrast radically with their 1940s predecessors. understandably – they were reflecting a whole new world. audiences wanted stories that connected directly to their lives, to the ever-expanding technology in their homes and workplaces. they also wanted horror movies that played to their fears – stoked by politicians – of the shadows that lay beyond their immediate, personal experience of the shiny american dream (applies to some of these movies).”

[honeytonedhottie]

perfect princess affirmations⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🎀🩰

🗒️ my beauty is so captivating

💕 i deserved to be spoiled and pampered, simply because im me

🗒️ i deserve nothing but the best

💕 im the embodiment of the phrase pretty pink princess

🗒️ i always get what i want, when i want... whats waiting?

💕 i am the master of my thoughts

🗒️ i am beauty and grace PERSONIFIED

💕 im a perfect girl living in a perfect world

[a-little-bit-of-leafeon]

BEFRIEND A CAT

READ @thehallways-official

LEARN HOW TO MAKE HANDMADE PLUSHIES

COSPLAY YOUR COMFORT CHARACTER

THINGS TO DO WHEN YOU ARE ALIVE:

LOOK AT THE MOON

LOOK AT THE STARS

GO OUTSIDE IN THE RAIN

TURN ON THE LIGHTS

WEAR A WARM SWEATER

DRINK TEA

LISTEN TO MUSIC

[zu-is-here]

★ Dark Cream week ★ is timed to coincide with the story's anniversary and Cross x Shattered Dream ship ♡

Choose 1 of the 3 prompts from each of 7 lines (days) ☆ You can use the name and/or the color itself! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

You're free to skip or alternate days (later ones will be reblogged on the corresponding day). Any form of art is welcomed! ♪( ´▽｀)

The week is focused on dark cream ship (Cross and Shattered Dream). Dream and/or cream ship, as well as other characters are acceptable as long as the main pairing is dark cream ˚✧₊⁎

Prompts don't have to be tied to Dark Cream story only: other genders & designs, humanization, crossovers and so on are welcomed as well!╰(*´︶`*)╯

No n/sfw or lemon works here, please (ùwó)

Use the tag #dark cream week and/or tag me so everyone can see your wonderful works! ♡

Cross from xtaleunderverse by jakei95

Shattered Dream from shattereddreamsau by galacii / galacii-gallery | Dream by jokublog

If you have any questions, feel free to ask (*´∀｀*) Good luck and have fun! ☆

[pennywises]

THIRTEEN HORROR FILMS THAT SCARED TF OUT OF ME!

tag rules: select 13 horror films that at one point in time terrified the hell out of you (gifs optional)

tagged by: @animusrox

tagging: @losthavenmine @90scully @saw-x @stephendorff @dushku

@classichorrorblog @kizzyedgelll @rogerdeakinsdp @deadringers2023 @madeline-kahn

@j0el-miller @ethan-hawke @ricky-olson @ncutisgatwas @jodifosters and anyone who'd like to do this!

[julia-jck]

Ink x Dream is now done! I were quite lazy with this drawing, but hope you like it!

I also found out how to hyperlink, so It's easy to find the other ship list drawings if interested ^w^ (I just hope I did everything right....). I also will start to, try to, use "ut ship list" as a tag

The ship list:

Swap x Dream

Killer x Nightmare

Horror x Fell

Ink x Nightmare

Lust x Horror

Ink x Dream

Error getting cheese (Old request I forgot about)

Fresh x Fell

Fell x Killer

Colour x Killer

Error x Dream

Error x Nightmare

Dream x Lust

Dream x Killer

Lust x Dance

Farm x Horror

Lust x Swap

Error x Swap x Fresh

Reaper x Geno x Dream

Error x Reaper

Error x Outer

Crescent x Gradient

Horror x Dream

Farm x Ink

Swap x Antivirus

Ink x Error

Ccino x Outer/Classic (My choice)

Greaser x Fresh

Dream x Killer

Killer x Dust

[aoq483]

Tom looks like a burger 🍔

[onlyforyoukook]

Forbidden Feelings

paring: haechan x fem¡reader

synopsis: college student haechan who has a crush on his best friend mark lee’s sister. whom by the way is COMPLETELY off limits to his friends.

genre: smau

if you want to be on the tag list lmk!

started september - ongoing

profiles [1] — profiles [2]

1. welcome y/n

2. nature 🌻!

3. the wedding

4. the wedding pt2

5. tokyo

6. y/n did what.

7. what’s up with haechan?

8. i’m sorry. (written)

9. soft launch

10. oh.. hey mark.. (half written half smau)

11. you dated the LEE TAEYONG?

12. give it some time

[arachnestwilight]

Big day for autistic people everywhere (it's me, I'm autistic people everywhere).

[onesidedradiostatic]

I think it's incredibly funny to evaluate vox's type solely based on traits shared by val and alastor

one's a moth, one's a deer? okay so vox is into furries got it

[lanabenikosdoormat]

they always want weird girls until the girls in question start explaining the wizard101 lore, and then all of a sudden i’m the problem

[honeytonedhottie]

my back to school list⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🎀📔

fluffy pink pens

gel pens in different colors (preferably lots of shades of pink)

pink binder

2-3 notebooks (all pink ofc)

labels for the notebooks

stickers to decorate the labels

post it notes

an ipad

[landwriter]

Hi! I hope you feel better soon!

This is a great prompt by @academicblorbo about Hob Gadling being the landlord of the Dead Boys. It has a wonderful fill already by @omgcinnamoncakes but I’d love to see what you come up with for it!

Alternative prompt from me if that doesn’t work for your brain: remember the date between Jenny and Maxine? How about one between Jenny and Esther? Poor Jenny is going to really question her taste in beautiful blonde women 😭

Thank you! I saw ‘landlord’ and ‘decades’ and blacked out. I love Hob having them as tenants. Maybe even before the modern day meeting in Sandman.

The Sandman/Dead Boy Detectives, 2.4k, G Dream/Hob, pre-slash, alternating/outsider POV, found family, a reunion and revelations etc.

---

Hob did not, strictly speaking, have tenants. It was more of a minor haunting. Pun intended.

The small room above the pub and below his flat wasn’t worth charging anyone rent for; when he first bought the building he had put a handsome oak desk in there and some bookshelves before wondering who he was possibly keeping up appearances for. Who was he going to take back upstairs that would stop and say, Wait, can I see your office? So he’d left it as more or less an abandoned room.

When he realized a pair of boys were using it as their clubhouse, he didn’t do anything at first. He saw them quietly coming and going a couple times, disappearing around the corner of the first landing. Brazen things. He meant to call after them, but the shout had died in his throat. He’d been young once. He still remembered the need to get away from it all. It was only when he went to check if they’d been making a mess of the room that he discovered it was still locked.

He’d crouched down and inspected the latch and found no marks at all. Huh, he’d said, and jiggled it again, and been a little more interested in whatever clever way they were getting into it after they disappeared up his stairs. Then he didn’t see them for weeks, and assumed they had gotten bored and stopped.

Until they came back. In the middle of an argument, striding through the pub like they owned it. Hob straightened up as they passed him.

“I cannot believe you broke the mirror.”

“I was in a rush! It’s not my fault you forgot you needed Arcana Incantatum after we arrived at the church. And found the demon.”

“I hardly forgot, I only made the mistake of assuming you would know to pack it by now.”

Hob raised his eyebrows. The boys disappeared into the back hallway. He followed them as they went upstairs, too preoccupied with their drama to notice Hob. They turned onto the landing, still carrying on. Even as they walked through the door. The locked, closed door.

Hob blinked. Then he drew his keys from his pocket and opened the door. The boys were still inside. One of them was pulling a mirror out of a backpack that was several times too small for it. They didn’t even look up, and Hob wondered how he couldn’t possibly have put it together earlier. He cleared his throat.

“Hello, boys.” That caught their attention. Hob grinned. “Seems we’re neighbours.”

---

Edwin abhorred getting involved with the living. He and Charles got along perfectly well on their own. They were a duo. An intrepid pair. Best mates, like Charles often stressed whenever he was about to ask something particularly ridiculous of Edwin. They were solid together. As solid as two ghost boys could be. The living, though, were messy and unpredictable.

Perhaps the most salient fact at present: Charles invariably became attached to them.

“He’s sad, mate. I can see it in his eyes.”

“You said those exact words in ‘94 about a dog. At least ask Hob himself.”

Before you decide to adopt him too.

Hob Gadling, irritatingly, was unobjectionable on every ground Edwin could think of. He had made no imposition upon them. When he found them, he only asked them their business, and then told them he was usually downstairs, or upstairs, if they needed anything they couldn’t procure themselves. He had an interest in rare and old books, as it happened. In explaining this, he had also hinted at being far older than his looks would suggest, which vexed Edwin twice over. He knew his curiosity would not be slaked until he talked to Hob, but then he would be the one getting involved with the living, and Charles would hardly let him forget it.

“Do you think he’s really immortal? Mate’s far too calm. Last week I saw him stop a fight downstairs by stepping right between these huge blokes. He just said something and smiled and they backed right off.” Charles lit up. “Do you reckon he’d teach me how to do that? Conflict de-escalation, innit? I could show him some moves with the cricket bat, I bet. Oh, do you think he’s a cricket fan?”

It was obviously a hopeless case, and since the Dead Boy Detectives never took on hopeless cases, there was only one course of action that remained. Edwin had long since disabused himself of the notion he needed to breathe. He had no beating heart, yet when he was startled, he would find himself clutching his chest. Now, he exhaled slowly through his nose in an entirely superfluous sigh of resignation. “Well, Charles, shall we go talk to him?”

---

When the millennium came around, Hob found himself celebrating it with his accidental tenants. There was something gloriously satisfying about being able to make a toast to the next one and have it taken seriously. He’d asked them if they had something better to do - spectral trouble to get into et cetera - and they both looked at him with almost identical put-upon and incredulous expressions.

Hob had a terrible suspicion they thought they were taking care of him as much as he thought he was taking care of them.

Edwin, with his insatiable curiosity and, deep underneath it, something Hob thought he recognized from himself: a sharp animal ferocity and a refusal to go until he’s good and done, natural laws be damned. Charles, still brightly, painfully alive for a ghost - who should be alive still, by all rights, but nothing of this life was fair - who joked to cover up hurt in a way Hob knew too, and glowed any time Hob turned so much as a kind word to him.

He wondered what they saw when they looked at him.

The year ticked over, and technology kept working. Charles grinned innocently and said he could probably possess the telly and break it that way if Hob wanted?

Hob’s heart twinged. He knew they weren’t his, not to keep, but it seemed that teenagers didn’t change at all over the centuries, even if the boys were only sort of teenagers in the way Hob was only sort of in his thirties. It didn’t change that they’d been punted from the mortal coil before having a chance to grow up, and figure out the kind of men they were, and make their own choices and fuck up and try to be better than their fathers, and everything everyone deserved. Hob had made more than his share of mistakes. They hadn’t been given the chance to make nearly any at all.

So they made toasts to the new millennium, to the detective agency, to themselves, all stuck out of time in different ways and refusing to move on for different reasons, and Hob allowed himself to think of Robyn and privately pretend that they were his all the same.

---

A week later, Hob was reminded of the other universal traits of teenagers when he mentioned his stranger and both boys began to grill him with terrifying alacrity. Before turning to his dating life, like ravening bloody wolves. When Edwin had asked, in a specifically nineteenth century manner that Hob remembered all too well, if Hob had always been unmarried, he’d nearly put his head in his hands.

“It can be hard for me to associate with the living too, you know. For obvious reasons.”

Charles had turned to Edwin and hissed “See? I told you.”

Right in front of him. Nobody had taught them manners.

“Manners, Charles,” replied Edwin loftily. “We will, of course, respect your privacy. A man is entitled to his secrets.”

“You’ll go upstairs and rifle through my personal things, is what you’ll do,” said Hob.

Charles coughed to hide his laugh. Edwin flushed and looked away. Hob snorted, and told them about Eleanor and Robyn. Properly. It was a strange relief. He’d told the story wrong for plausibility’s sake so many times he had been worried he’d forget the truth of it one day.

They had listened, and been remarkably quiet until Charles piped up and offered to set him up with a ‘really fit’ ghost. Hob had roundly shut that down. Woefully, not all explanations were satisfying enough. Charles cornered him again the next morning while he was cleaning the bar.

“No, mate, I still don’t get it.” Hob was about to say he no more wanted to be with someone who couldn’t feel pleasure from his touch than someone who would grow old and be taken from him while he stayed the same, when Charles went on, bafflingly, to ask, “Why don’t you meet your mysterious friend more often than once a century?”

Hob sighed. “Adults are often busy, Charles.” Nevermind that he had begun to wonder the same since the eighteenth century. He’d always just assumed time passed differently for his stranger.

Charles just laughed and perched himself on the bar top. “Ooh, low blow. We’re busy too, you know. Plenty of cases to solve.”

“Really,” said Hob. “You’re busy. Right now.”

Charles waggled his eyebrows.

“Charles, I am not a case,” said Hob, sternly as possible. “I’m not even a ghost. He’s not a ghost. No ghosts.”

“We could investigate. Maybe ghosts are involved. What even is he? Why every hundred years? Is it some sort of Persephone situation?”

Hob bit his lip against shouting I don’t know! I don’t know anything about him! Instead, he tried to smile, and felt it come out as a wince instead. “He’s very private.”

Charles scowled. “Yeah, obviously. You don’t even know his name. He can’t be that good of a friend if he’s too busy to see you more than once a century.”

Hob couldn’t see the expression on his own face, but he saw Charles’ shocked reaction well enough. It was so long ago for him, and still Hob knew at once what Charles saw now: that first time you manage to visibly hurt a grown-up’s feelings, people who seemed too old and too stern to actually feel pain, when you’d been going around kicking at them like a new foal, just to stretch your legs.

“Sorry,” said Charles, instant regret chasing his surprise. He was a good kid.

“It’s alright,” said Hob. He meant it. He looked down at the shining bartop. His hands were restless with the urge to light a cigarette. He gave in. It wasn’t like Charles would be dying of lung cancer any time soon if he decided to follow Hob’s example. “I don’t think he would say he’s very good at being a friend either. Truth is, I’d love to see him more often. But we had an awful fight the last time we met. If he forgives me, I’ll have to ask.”

“Mates always make up,” said Charles earnestly. He was such a good kid.

“I suppose they do.” Charles still looked sorry, and Hob clapped him on the shoulder. “Hey. Thanks for looking out for me, Charles.”

Charles beamed at him. “Always. We’ve got your back, me and Edwin.”

---

Charles couldn’t bloody believe it. Hob’s friend was here. There was nobody else it could be. He and Edwin were watching from a nearby table, pretending to be absorbed in their own conversation. Neither man noticed them. They were too busy looking at each other.

He couldn’t imagine spending more than a century apart from Edwin. The way Hob had talked about him and his stranger over the years, it sometimes seemed like they were best mates too, no matter how little they saw each other. He was dead sure that’s what had Hob looking so gutted when he thought nobody was looking. He had known they would make up, though. Maybe now Hob would be happier.

“Charles, we really ought not eavesdrop,” hissed Edwin. Right as he scooted his chair closer, the cheeky hypocrite. Hob and his friend were talking too quietly to properly hear, their heads bent together. Lots to catch up on, Charles reckoned. A hundred years. He couldn’t stop thinking about the number. It seemed impossible. Funny, he couldn’t imagine that long away from Edwin, but he could imagine spending that long being best mates. There was nobody he’d rather hide from Death with.

Hob’s face was doing something strange as his long-lost friend talked. Then Hob moved and grasped him by the shoulders, so tight that his knuckles stood out in relief. The man said something in low tones and Hob shook his head, and then pulled him in for a hug. The man stiffened and then relaxed, and his arms came up around Hob’s.

Their cheeks both looked wet.

Charles swallowed and it felt suddenly a little like he was choking. He should look away, only he couldn’t.

“They must be great friends,” said Edwin softly.

“Yeah,” he managed to croak. We won’t ever need to have a reunion like this because I’m never going to lose you, mate. I won’t let them take you. It was stuck behind the phantom lump in his phantom throat. His hand, without him telling it to, reached out and grabbed hold of Edwin’s. Edwin squeezed it hard, and Charles knew he didn’t have to make his voice work after all.

Then the man pushed Hob away, but only far enough to grab his face and pull him back again, thumbing over Hob’s cheeks, and beside him, Edwin honest-to-god gasped, and then Charles momentarily forgot how thoughts worked too.

---

It happens thus: in the New Inn, just next door to the White Horse, some 639 years after they first met, Hob Gadling and Dream of the Endless share their first kiss. Neither, if they had bothered to think about it, would have intended to have an audience, but it’s a well-known fact that some kisses cannot wait, and theirs was chief among them, being that it had so much to say, and was so very long overdue.

I missed you, it said, and I came back, it said, and Please don’t go away from me again, and I could not.

And atop them, like blankets, were laid invisible the daydreams of those who saw them, including two long-dead boys, whose dreams were woven from the fresh and unaccounted-for possibilities of Hob kissing his mysterious stranger. Another man, thought Edwin. His best friend, thought Charles. Dream was the only one who could have heeded this, but he did not, because Hob Gadling was holding him tight and daydreaming loudly of this kiss and more, of this today and tonight and tomorrow, ever greedy and ever easily pleased, and Dream could hear nothing at all over their clamouring and comingled joy; the bright gold daydream between the scant space of their bodies that sounded so much like at last.

[fishyfishyfishtimes]

Had a dream where there was a new species of shark found, it was a very very large deep sea shark with a dark grey colouring and it had massive eyes. Not comically so but the eyes were the size of small plates and the pupils on the eyes were about half the diameter of the whole eye so you could see clearly when the shark looked around. And look around it did! It gave me the creeps, I was underwater in near-complete darkness in the dream and the shark swam into the small amount of light I was hanging out in

[universalitgirlsblog2]

🎀💗IT GIRL'S MASTERLIST-2💗🎀

Masterlist 1 , Masterlist reblog

💗LOA POSTS 💗

Manifest with Wonyoung - part 1 , 2 , 3

Self-Deprecation humour is overrated

If you are manifesting a SP , read this

Celebrity Manifestation - 1 , 2

How I manifested my summer vacations to extend

Iconic quotes by self-concept icons

Embody your desires

Feeling is the secret

Creation is finished

Fashion Icon Affirmations

I want this →I already have this

Manifest like Elle Woods

Quotes from The Power of Subconscious Mind

Loa memes/advice - 1 , 2 ,3

The watchman and the captain

Quotes by Neville Goddard

New you , New mind.

Sometimes you need to get uncomfortable to get comfortable

🎀WONYOUNGISM🎀

Self-Discipline is self-love

Study like your favourite character

It girl apps

The Batman Effect

Know your worth

Dealing with haters

Protect your energy

Treat yourself the way you want to be treated

🩷TAM KAUR INSPIRED🩷

Set boundaries and stop people-pleasing