#sweet dreams are made of this

[80s-song-smackdown]

80 New Wave Tournament Final

Who will be crowned the new wave champion????

[jt1674]

[oliveoomph]

Okay, I am not a home wrecker, Hannah.

Harlan Coben's Shelter - s01e07 - "Sweet Dreams are Made of This"

[bearnakedbaker]

Sweet Dreams are Made of This

[ladykissingfish]

Hidan: So what if I died, right?

Hidan: I died and you buried me with a cellphone in my hands.

Kakuzu: And later that night you text that phone and tell me ya miss me, right? And then you fall asleep.

Hidan: BUT then ya fuckin’ wake up the next morning and see that I answered you back, saying “I miss you too.” What do you do next?

Kakuzu: Nothing.

Hidan: Nothing?! What the hell do you mean, nothing?? I’m supposed to be DEAD but I’m texting you, meaning I’m actually alive! So you’re not gonna come running back to the graveyard to dig me outta my coffin?

Kakuzu: No. First off, it is highly unlikely that I would bury you with a phone. With as expensive as they are? Come on. But if I DID do this, it would be a flip phone. You know how hard you have to work to send a text message on a flip phone? If your fingers are THAT nimble, then you should have no problem digging yourself out of the grave.

Hidan: You’re kind of an asshole, you know that? You —

*loud sobbing is heard from the other side of the wall*

Sasori: For God’s sake, Hidan, PLEASE stop saying shit that’ll freak Dei out before bed! Do you have any idea how many Disney movies I have to suffer through with him just to undo your shit?!

[in-tenebris-et-in-solitudine]

[cashiedoodles]

Sweet dreams or just buggy singing to his boyfriends

A cursed image after some late night TikTok scrolling and a dream of buggy singing this song.

[anneminime]

Go to sleep :)

[dollya-robinprotector]

The sweetest, sweetest feeling

Is knowing full well that I draw better, understand anatomy better, and improving faster than them...

Sweet, sweet feeling, making me try harder, learn better, and practice with such high determination.

[punks-never-die205]

Okay, so I had this dream last night where I was working at a horse farm and Kid was our new farrier (these people are trained to put shoes on horses).

When we were introduced to him all I could feel was Lust, like I WANTED this man, but apart of me was shoving those feelings away. However, every time I saw him those feeling would not go away, and he definitely knew I had a thing for him.

Next thing you know, he’s calling me into an equipment room, bending me over and hitting it from the back.

I’m starting to think Kid awoke something within me when I first saw him in the Anime and engaged with fanfics written about him. 🤔😏

Not complaining though, it was awesome and I’m really sad the dream wasn’t real 😫

Something was in the air last night - I had a dream about Kid as well.

The only reason I won’t get into it is because I want to make a one shot out of it, but man…. 🥵🥵🥵

Your dream is solid too - and gods I can see him in that role for sure. Heh, of course he’s good at nailing you - that’s his job. You wiggle more than the horses, maybe he’ll need to train you properly so you hold still while he takes care of you.

(Which would be a lie, he’s just gonna make you squirm worse.)

[80s-song-smackdown]

80 New Wave Tournament Side A/B

[bg3aesthetics]

My brain unhelpfully provided me with a dream last night where Neil Newbon and Tim Downie talked about an upcoming project where they played single dads and I woke up in despair because that’s the cutest thing. ;^; Their height difference, too.

[annoyingbird22]

I have to forever contend with the fact that the first time I heard Sweet Dreams by Eurythmics, arguably my favorite 80s track, from the pilot episode of Grimm

[funkysodaqueen]

NO E VISTO LA PELICULAAAAAAAAAAA PERO TE AMO TROLLS FAN DESDE 2016 AAAAAA

[jt1674]

[doublejango]

@hellcab posted:

Comfortably numb, Roth’s lazy eyes peered out across the sea. A summer breeze touched his face. Miami Vice in one hand, he wanted for nothing.

This isn’t real.

Faintly, he could hear Hula music coming from the bar. A game of volleyball happened down the beach. Roth sees women walking by his eyes wandered and stared.

This isn’t real.

Sucking on the straw, he downed his third Miami Vice and slouched in his beach chair. His mind wanders and returns to the sea. He stared long and darkly, his mind captivated by the tides. He watched as they broke on the shore.

Someone is out there.

This isn’t real.

He sees people in the tide playing and laughing. They looked free as they danced and splashed about. Then, he sees him. He was rising up, dressed in black head to toe and wearing that god awful mask.

This isn’t real.

He stood there in the water as everyone played about. He just stares. He just stares as he’s dressed in all black. That peacoat was damped and wet, but he just stood there watching Roth.

Roth’s heart was beating faster and faster, ready to pop. His blood rushes as he drops his glass. Chest rising and falling, as The Wire walks out from the surf onto the beach. The Wire reaches into his pocket. He retrieves a switch blade that glints in the summer sun.

Oh God, he’s real!

Roth wakes up screaming his lungs out. Everyone on the beaches stops and hears him screaming. Roth nearly jumps out from the chair as he falls over. His eyes frantic, he looks towards the surf and sees nobody. No man in black.

People are laughing, some are staring.

Roth cannot stand it and gets up to leave for somewhere private.

-

Blitz was passing by when the taxi driver screamed.

He'd gotten to the beach a little late, still not completely convinced that imps were actually wanted at this event, and was still learning his way around, trying to identify and memorize the best routes for escape, the best spots for ambush. More than a little on edge, because hanging out with the hotel crowd apparently might mean hanging out with the hosts of Heaven, Blitz wasn't half as relaxed as he looked.

He glanced over at Roth as he passed him, smiling a little. The driver charged more than fair rates for driving innocent Hell citizens with multiple large pieces of luggage to body dumping remote sites--or so Blitz had heard, of course. He would certainly never need to use such a service himself.

Heaven fucking forbid.

Roth was sleeping though, so Blitz--

Jumped, eyes going huge, when the man screamed.

Blitz landed on his feet, crouching, gun out, looking around for whatever the fuck had scared the guy that fucking badly, but nothing seemed to be around. No real threats. Nothing to be afraid of... They were just being met with blank stares and a few amused titters from other beachgoers.

"Oh for fuck's sake," Blitz growled. He straightened up and looked over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of Roth's retreating form; he looked embarrassed, Blitz thought, or uncomfortable at least. And shit, maybe they weren't exactly friends, but he ran after him all the same--although he didn't come within reach, staying just outside it.

"Hey, man. You good?"