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endless love (1981): jade butterfield icons.
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#icons#80s#80s icons#brooke shields icons#icons brooke shields#brooke shields#80s movies#endless love#endless love icons#icons endless love#jade butterfield#jade butterfield icons#icons jade butterfield#girls icons
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i have plans i can’t hang out
#pinterest girl#fashion#gaslight gatekeep girlboss#girlblog aesthetic#the feminine urge#icons#90s supermodels#60s#hell is a teenage girl#hollywood#happiness is a butterfly#this is a girlblog#lana del ray aesthetic#lizzy grant#old love#endless love#lana del rey#trailer park princess#pretty baby#disney princess#bed rotting#french girl#girlblogger#this is what makes us girls#girlblogging#girly things#messy girl#lana del ray aka lizzy grant#lanita
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Finally some more Dreamling Anastasia AU!
(Obligatory link to the masterpost with all the other posts in this AU - it's also pinned at the top of my blog!)
So, it's been... a while... but I've recently finally got some motivation to write a bit more of this. Apologies to everyone really looking forward to the finale/resolution - I've decided to go all the way back to the start of the story, instead. I hope you'll enjoy it nonetheless!
(Tag list: @10moonymhrivertam @martybaker @globglobglobglobob @anonymoustitans @sunshines-fabulous-legs @dreamsofapiratelife @malice-kingdom - since it's been a, uh, really long time, please let me know if you're no longer interested in this AU/fandom and don't want to be tagged anymore, I won't mind! On the other hand, if someone else would like to be tagged in future updates, please let me know!)
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“Sister… it’s me.”
The man on the dilapidated theatre’s stage shrugs a heavy, moth-eaten velvet coat off his narrow shoulders. It crumples into a dark semi-circle around him, releasing a dramatic cloud of dust.
“Dream… of the Endless~”
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“Ah. Hm.” A somewhat fussy older gentleman in the empty space usually reserved for the audience adjusts the small circular glasses on his nose, grimacing in a polite and distinctly English way - which he has, once, after first coming to this realm and taking this form, spent hours practising in the mirror - while checking a long list in front of him. “Mr… Carter, was it…?”
“Oh, please.” The man on stage flicks back his white-streaked bangs. “Call me Hal.”
“Yes. Of course, Mr. Hal.” The gentleman purses his lips. “That was… not, er. Not terrible, I suppose. And we’re pleased to note that you appear to have… brought your own cloak.”
“Don’t get used to it. Zelda and Chantal only let me borrow it for the audition.”
“Well, it is a lovely cloak. Only, ah, while Dream of the Endless was known to have quite striking eyes, I do think that, perhaps a little less eyeliner…”
“I could tone it down, I suppose, but I really think the performance would lose something without the makeup.” Hal sighs melodramatically. “I can sing and dance too, if you need it for your… what is this audition for, actually? Play? Music hall show? Ooo, one of those moving pictures?”
“Er.” The gentleman fidgets with his cane, grass-green eyes flickering around the empty theatre. “Well-”
“Thank you, Hal.” The younger man beside him interrupts with a winning smile that only barely covers the boredom and frustration lining a rather ruggedly handsome face. “We’ll let you know.”
“Hm.” Hal, clearly enough of an old hand in the acting business to know a polite “you’re not getting the role, piss off” when he hears one, frowns, and bends down to gather up the borrowed cloak, stalking off towards stage exit right with his head held high, not deigning either of the two men with even one more look.
“...I really do not think this will work, young Robert.” The older man mutters, decisively striking through Hal Carter’s name on his list. It is the last. “None of them look even remotely like him. And the voice-”
“I know, Gil. I know.” The younger man, Hob - only Gilbert is proper and precise enough to call him Robert - rubs at his temples, as if to stave off a headache. “They never manage to get the voice right, do they.”
“Ah, if it were only that…” Gilbert sighs, setting the list down. His eyes are soft and unfocused, seeing far into a past that has long since been razed to the ground. “His Lordship, he… he had a certain air about him, you understand. An otherworldly strangeness. He was the dream-maker, and dream-made, and to look at him was to gaze upon infinity.”
A soft scoff.
“Even if we claim that he has been greatly reduced by being turned into a meagre human - no offence, dear friend - as long as he does not have some spark of endlessness about him, nobody who has ever met him would fall for the ruse. And we are attempting to con his family. I simply cannot see any viable path to success.”
Hob does not respond, for a moment, picking up one of the flyers on their table.
It reads:
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SEEKING Actor, slender, pale, tall, dark-haired, in the 20-40 age range to play the role of Dream of the Endless (method actors preferred). Generous pay and further benefits await. Auditions each weekday at 6pm at the Old Whickber Street Theatre, Soho. Ask for Hob and Gil.
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“We’ll find him.” Hob insists. “The perfect pretender. He’s out there, I just know it.”
“We are not the first fools who have attempted a, a caper of this sort.” Gil points out, almost gently. “None of the others ever succeeded.”
“Yes. Well. None of the others managed to find and correctly identify the late Dream’s own pouch of genuine dream-sand on sale at the black market.” Hob shoots back, gesturing at the cord just barely peeking out from under Gil’s collar. (They’ve decided it would be safer if Hob comes into contact with the sand as little as possible, and Gilbert has taken to carrying it as closely to his heart as he can manage.) “It’s hard evidence, Gil, it’s a sign, it’s our chance - and it might just be enough. The trick with a good con is really making it look like you’re giving the mark exactly what they desperately want… and there’s nothing in the world Death of the Endless wants more than to have her brother back.”
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(She wants it so desperately, in fact, that she’s offering immortality to any sentient being who manages to procure Dream for her.
And, well.
There’s nothing in the world Hob wants more than to live forever…)
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“Your word in- or, well, kept out of Destiny’s ears, young friend.” Gil sighs, collecting his lists and notes and the remaining flyers, tucking them into his coat and reaching for his cane. “In the meantime, how about we go down to the public house and have a bit of a snifter to wash away the memories of all those atrocious performances, eh, my lad?”
“Best idea you had all day, Gil.” Hob grins, clapping a hand on Gilbert’s shoulder. “Are you buying?”
Gilbert raises one grey brow. “At the risk of provoking a joke regarding my non-human status: in your dreams, Robert.”
Hob laughs; and, together, they step out into the winter night, old snow crunching under their shoes and new flakes beginning to drift, gradually, down from the sky.
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It has been a decade since the end of the Endless’ reign.
Ten years since humanity tore Destiny’s book from his hands and burned it.
Ten years since Destruction abandoned his siblings, hiding away in his own, separate exile.
Ten years since Despair’s first aspect was killed, and another took her place.
Ten years since Delight went mad with grief and became Delirium…
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And ten years since Dream of the Endless was captured, bound, turned human, and killed.
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People still whisper about it. Still speculate, trade gossip and hearsay back and forth. Some insist that the Dream King yet lives, hidden away, turned human, just biding his time, waiting for an opportunity to return to his siblings.
It’s a lovely legend, Hob supposes. A fitting end and non-end, for the Lord of Stories, to live on in one… but that’s all it is. A pretty tale, which will breathe new life into a myth only for as long as it’s being told. It isn’t true…
…but now, ten years later, Hob and Gil will damn well make it so.
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Ten years is also, coincidentally, all that a man a few streets down from the old theatre can remember of his life.
Ten years since he was found, naked and emaciated and bleeding, in a ditch next to some countryside road in East Sussex.
Ten years of fighting his way through a life in poverty, with no family, no friends, no-one to care for him, except perhaps the birds.
Ten years of strange and haunting dreams, blurred faces calling out to him with names he can never remember later but knows are his; ten years of waking every morning with tears on his face and a longing for someplace - and someones - he wishes he could remember; ten years of a woman’s voice begging him night after night to come home to her, to them.
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Ten years of being much too busy starving and freezing and barely surviving to spare even a single thought to the dying legends of the Endless.
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This man turns his face up to the sky, snowflakes catching in his dark hair and on his coat like stars glinting in the night; and he shivers, his breath clouding mist-white in the air, curling thin arms around a narrow torso.
(For a moment, just a moment, his eyes glow dark and infinite, a mirror to the night sky and the endless universe beyond.)
And then, he ducks his head down into his scarf, shivers again, and continues on through the snow.
Ten hard years have taught this man better than to waste his time standing about and daydreaming.
#WyWrites#dreamling#the sandman#anastasia dreamling au#it's been 84 years......#i've got a rough draft of a scene or two after this too#endlessly busy with uni of course#and getting back into Good Omens my old love#but i've been feeling like dabbling with this au again lately so why not#and i just HAD to give you Hal doing the iconic coat drop scene#he would have been iconic as drag Dream of the Endless just saying#Hob and Gil are missing out#and the first glimpse of Murphy... I can see it in my mind's eye so clearly#him looking up at the sky with the stars in his eyes and the snow in his hair#and Death forever calling out to him in her sleep#gosh have i missed this au#can't guarantee too much more#but a few more bits are definitely in the works!
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sandman fandom how are we feeling about the season two casting call??
#i’m so hyped to see del and destruction on my screen#like omg….#but also i’m apprehensive if wanda’s new role means we see less of her?#also since she dies in agoy i’m not sure how this works#i mean originally ruby dies in brief lives too#so will we still get the iconic barbie @ her grace scene?#i really hope so#i hope agoy isn’t too rushed too 😭😭#not to be a classic lesbian but i love that run#the sandman#the sandman comics#dream of the endless#delirium of the endless#destiny of the endless#netflix the sandman#wanda mann#sandman#sandman comics
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"It was his fans who defined the word 'devotion' and it was Elvis who was propagating the faith."
— Alfred Wertheimer about Elvis interactions with his fans in the 50s.
June 30, 1956: Elvis and Barbara Gray (Elvis' date that day and the girl immortalized in a photograph with him in what would be known as one of Elvis' most iconic and sexy portraits by Alfred Wertheimer, shoot that same day, a portrait known today as 'The Kiss'). On the first picture they were at Jefferson's hotel restaurant, and in the second picture they were with Elvis' cousin, Junior Smith, inside a cab on their way to the Mosque Theatre in Richmond, VA, where Elvis would perform in a few moments. Alfred Wertheimer's recollections of this moment:
"The cab drove up Main Street, drifting through the still heat until it landed at the rear of the Mosque Theatre. I had expected Elvis to march directly up the backstage ramp, — it was only twenty minutes to show time, — but, instead, he laid back and held court with the few young ladies who had gathered, all primly dressed in their Sunday best and ready with their Brownie cameras. For someone who was moving up pretty fast he never seemed to be in a rush. He always had time for the fans. The blond in the black chemise (Barbara Grey, Elvis' date) and Junior stepped aside. "Elvis, can my girlfriend take a picture of you and me?" asked one of the young ladies. "Sure, honey." "Elvis, are you going to sing 'Heartbreak Hotel?'" "Maybe. Are you gonna watch me tomorrow night on television?" "Oh, yes." Elvis was not a celebrity who had some vague love of the people or a star who, with a wave of hands, would acknowledge some generalized gratitude for all who had made this possible. He was specific, giving his attention to each, as the Pope gives a personal audience. It was his fans who defined the word "devotion" and it was Elvis who was propagating the faith. He may not have known what he had but it was clear they knew he had it. I was still trying to find out what "it" was.
Excerpt from "Elvis '56: In The Beginning" by Alfred Wertheimer
Fans backstage at the Mosque Theatre, Richmond, Virginia - Some with their Brownie Kodak cameras, as mentioned by Mr. Wertheimer. June 30, 1956. © Alfred Wertheimer.
Elvis onstage at the Mosque Theatre, Richmond, Virginia on June 30, 1956. Photo by © Alfred Wertheimer.
#i bow to you my king 👑#EP you'll never be forgotten#your love for your fans was so generous and everlasting is reverberates through time... we can feel it even today#this guy has my heart and my endless respect#thank you for everything you make us feel even tho most of us didn't even got to see you not even once#i'll never get tired of spreading to the four winds how loving and caring elvis presley was 🥹#elvis the king#elvis presley#elvis and his fans#elvis fans#elvis fandom#icon#the king of rock and roll#the king of hearts#the king of the entire universe#best performer ever#rock and roll history#again... thank you God for Elvis Presley
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steve & danny coded behavior
#watching this (bad buddy) for the first time was just an endless string of me going 'oh. steve and danny would do that'#both the characters and the situation they're in are different but the dynamic? ohoho. extremely familiar#it's all about the bickerflirting! the endless competition! they're never fighting but they're always pretending to (love language)#gOD the amount of potential bad buddy has to spark h50 fic#if i just sat down and. like. rewrote a whole bunch of scenes with different characters#'whoever falls in love first loses'?? iconic. i've said it before i'll say it again. steve and danny would do that#AND they would seal it with a fist bump. i believe this very fiercely#*#h50#mcdanno
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Istg parkner is gonna end with my existence they’re all that’s good on this earth
#parkner#peter parker#harley keener#I’m not so keen (pun intended) on the name parkner but really I can’t think of one better#spiderman#biderman#truly Peter Parker bi icon#also#this sketch looks weird pls ignore that#i missed tumblr#and the endless tags#Spiderman fanart#parkner fanart#Harley keener I love you to bits
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Marilyn Monroe and Arthur Miller, Amagansett, East Hampton, 1957
Photographed by Sam Shaw
#marilyn monroe#aesthetic#vintage#old school cool#50s film#50s movies#fashion 50s#50s hollywood#50s fashion#50s icons#lovers#endless summer#romance#love#beach vibes
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Gabriella Wilde as
Jade Butterfield
Endless Love (2014)
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♡ like / reblog if you save / use ;)
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Seiya's favorite rarepairs 1/? Johanna Constantine x Dream of the Endless (ConstantDream/Morphenna)
#the sandman#sandman icons#dream of the endless#johanna constantine#sandman graphics#constantdream#morphenna#I've been enjoying messing around with graphics again#and I just love these two there's not enough fic of them#icons by seiya#mystuff
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movie night because rip Martin Mull 😭😭😭
#colonel mustard how i love you#THIS IS WAR PEACOCK#an icon honestly#clue always one of my favorite movies#a fantastic pick me up when i need one#if you haven’t watched it you should#just pure fun and camp and endless amazing quotes#perfect casting#clue the movie
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i wanna bf so bad
#pinterest girl#fashion#gaslight gatekeep girlboss#girlblog aesthetic#icons#the feminine urge#60s#90s supermodels#hell is a teenage girl#hollywood#lizzy grant#french girl#girlblogger#this is what makes us girls#gaslight gatekeep girlblog#girl boss gaslight gatekeep#lana del ray aesthetic#lana del rey#endless love#old love
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in case anyone wanted some screenshots from tonight’s livestreams
#you can see me stream hopping lmao#shoutout to humgumhum and shelly19041904 on instagram. they’re iconic for this#chemicals-talks#endless night#mcr osaka#mcr tour#mcr#gerard way#mikey way#frank iero#ray toro#pixel band <3 they are so pixel. pixelly. pixelated. i love them
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Brooke shields at the radio city music hall, New York, New York, February 19, 1982
#İcons#brooke shields icons#celebrity icons#80s icons#80s#80's#1980s#celebrity#celebrities#brooke shields#the blue lagoon#pretty baby#endless love#mine#my edit#Idle-teen28
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Happy Arospec Week! 💛🤍💙
Another icon set based on another hc of mine, This one I'll go to bat for 😤
Art from Sandman #41 & 49
Feel free to use <3
#Arospec Week#aromantic#aromantic icons#aroace icons#aroace#desire of the endless#the sandman#dessy edits#LISTEN. if desire embodies love and lust why would they fall victim to their own influence ALSO when has desire shown genuine attraction#dessy icons
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delirium is so shapes and colors <333
photo ID below the cut
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A high contrast illustration of Delirium, drawn as a young east-asian girl, over a white background with pink and purple movement lines. She has dark red hair with mint green highlights and side pieces pulled into space buns. She is wearing a bright pink blush with white stars stenciled onto her cheeks and nose as well as freckles and a light cat-eye eyeliner. Her ears and right nostril are pierced with pearls to match her bulky pearl necklace. She is wearing a muted pink jacket over bloody bandages (not her blood) and a fishnet top. Shading is done in lavender and light pink to match the movement lines.
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#i love deliriums slay#shes gonna be such a gen z icon when season 2 airs#the core core tiktokers would lose their shit over her#im obsessed with her fashion sense and experimenting with colors because shes so perfect for weird color theory stuff <3#i just love her so much. kissing her on the kose#delirium of the endless#the sandman#raspberry tart
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