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I found this poster frame of Tim Burton’s Alice in Wonderland at my local thrift shop.
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#alice in wonderland#tim burton#tim burton movies#tim burton films#thrift finds#thrifting#thrift store#thrifstorefinds#tim burton alice in wonderland#I have the nerves to steal it but I’ll be in dead meat if I did.
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Edward Scissorhands
#goth#gothic#gothcore#goth aesthetic#spooky#darkness#goth inspo#edward scissorhands#tim burton#winona ryder#johnny depp#tim burton movies#goth characters
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It's showtime
#beetlejuice#classic horror#horror comedy#classic movie#horror#scary#creepy#macabre#eerie#spooky#terrifying#horror blog#movie#film#80s horror#80s movies#beetlegeuse#dark comedy#80s#classic movies#horror movies#horror film#horror films#tim burton movies#tim burton
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Darling, only you are the life among the dead
#morticia and gomez#gomez and morticia#bram stocker's dracula#dracula#nosferatu#frankenstein#bride of frankenstein#lisa frankenstein#lisa swallows#lisa and creature#edward scissorhands#goth couple#horror couple#horror fan#vampire couple#bring me to life#horror romance#tim burton#tim burton movies#winona ryder#lovewitchdoll
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ֵ⃜✟̸̴̢̣͘͜ ༻༾ I LOvE Y0U VIC7OR
𑣿 ᭄ᬽ BUT YOU'Re NO7 MiNE ♡_♡
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#corpse bride#2000s#tim burton#tim burton aesthetic#directed by tim burton#the corpse bride#corpse bride aesthetic#girl interrupted#girlhood#girlcore#girlblogging#lana del rey#lana del rey unreleased#the other woman#jeff buckley#gloomy#gloomcore#gloomy coquette#tim burton movies#johnny depp#coquette#girly#movies#mooodboard#dollette#corpse bride emily#the nightmare before christmas
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sooooo i saw beetlejuice beetlejuice in theatres earlier and i actually really liked it, but like... did anyone else notice that tim burton just sort of copied tyler galpin and pasted him in the form of jeremy? similar personality, similar role in the story (love interest who is then revealed to be a murderer; the only difference being that tyler is a sympathetic character and jeremy is not), very similar voice, similar style of dressing. even jeremy’s MANNERISMS were just like tyler’s. hunter and arthur also look a lot alike (nose, lips, hair type, smile, etc etc), especially their side profiles. not only all of that but jeremy and astrid’s kiss was shot the same way as wednesday and tyler’s. they’re literally the same character in a slightly different font 😭
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I'm so happy right now 🥰
#beetlejuice beetlejuice#tim burton#tim burton movies#beetlejuice#lydia deetz#beetlebabes#beetlelyds#favorite 🖤#just got my bj and lyds funko pop figures 🤩#love#funko pop figures#♥️♥️♥️#funko pop
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Corpse Bride (2005) 🪦
#corpse bride#2005#tim burton#2000s#y2k#00s#Halloween#spooky#halloween movies#2000s nostalgia#2000s kid#2000s kids#y2k halloween#2000s halloween#00s Halloween#y2k nostalgia#2000s style#y2k aesthetic#y2k style#tim burton movies#2000s emo#2000s aesthetic#00s nostalgia#2000s core#y2kcore#y2k movies#movie#movies#helena bonham carter#johnny depp
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#lana del rey#girlblogging#coquette#being a girl#female hysteria#female rage#girlhood#the other woman#corpse bride#tim burton aesthetic#tim burton#tim burton movies#the corpse bride#relatable#just girly things#just girly posts#movies#this is what makes us girls#this is girlhood#tim burton films#dark femme#ldr aesthetic#ldr community#pretty when you cry#dark aesthetic#sadgirl#whisper girl#whispergirly#whispers#esoteric
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༺🕸️💀 𝔏𝔶𝔡𝔦𝔞 𝔇𝔢𝔢𝔱𝔷 💀🕸️༻
#lydia deetz#beetlejuice#my edits#beetlejuice gifs#beetlejuice movie#tim burton#tim burton movies#winona ryder#horror blog#spooky#horror#creepy#halloween#spooky aesthetic#90s nostalgia#horror films#horror gifs#goth#gothic#goth characters#spooky gifs#scaryfaiiry
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#beetlejuice#beetleposting#beetlejuice 2#beetlejuice movie#lydia deetz#beetlejuice musical#beetlejuice broadway#beetlejuice art#beetlejuice fanart#artists on tumblr#art#fanart#tim burton#tim burton movies#tim burton aesthetic#tim burton fanart
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#beetlejuice#tim burton movies#beetlegeuse#classic movie#horror comedy#horror#scary#creepy#macabre#eerie#spooky#terrifying#horror blog#movie#film#horror movies#horror film#horror films#scary movies#michael keaton#demon#demons#80s movies#80s horror#80s#movie quotes#comedy#ghost
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🎃🦇🕸️👻
#cozy moodboard#halloween moodboard#carrd resources#carrd moodboard#carrd icons#messy moodboard#tim burton#tim burton movies#edward scissorhands#winona ryder icons#coraline#spooky season#corpse bride#corpse bride moodboard#carrd stuff#halloween food#halloween layouts#halloween icons#pearl#mia goth#orange moodboard#mia goth icons#pumpkin
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Yandere! Edward Scissorhands x Reader
On her quest to make at least one sale for the day, Avon lady Peg cautiously steps into the eerie mansion of a known inventor. She soon learns that it has long been devoid of life, with the exception of Edward, a synthetic human creation left unfinished. She returns to the bright suburbs accompanied by the poor young man, earning the curious stares of the bystanders. Among the colorful houses, however, Edward spots a gloomy dwelling that the neighbors seem to avoid. Who is the mysterious occupant?
Winner of the Halloween Poll! A short gothic romance in the style of Tim Burton, where two outsiders find solace in each other.
[Horror Masterlist]
The light yellow car slows down as it reaches the driveway and the engine stops. Peg makes her way out and hurries over to the passenger side, keys dangling between her fingers. She helps Edward out once she sees him awkwardly shuffling in the seat, unsure of his next step.
"You'll love it here. I just know it."
The woman hastily closes the door behind the tall, peculiar visitor. She places a gentle hand on his back and guides him down the asphalted path.
Edward's gaze briefly wanders further into the street. The houses are slithering along neatly, their vivid colors somewhat tiring to his unaccustomed eyes. Yet one of them sticks out. Strangely enough, it reminds him of home. A rusty iron fence surrounds the property, and patches of lush, unkempt vegetation creep through the bars. The walls are dark and crooked and the black tiled roof casts a shadow over the entire abode.
"Who lives there?" The question escapes his lips almost unconsciously.
Peg follows his gaze, eager to introduce the area to him. Once she settles on the source of his inquiry, her smile falters for a second.
"Oh, my. That's, well..." she lets out a forced laugh and encourages him to continue walking. "I'm glad you're already so curious, Edward dear. You'll get to know everyone soon, don't worry about it."
One more push and the guest has securely entered the house. As she prepares to twist the knob into a lock, she peeks out for the last time, surveying the surroundings with mild worry. A neighbor is walking their dog, whistling in the distance. As they approach the mysterious building, the animal begins to bark and the owner scurries to the other side of the street.
"He's so...strange!" one housewife exclaims, sipping on her lemonade.
Joyce is biting the temple tips of her sunglasses as she carefully inspects the dark haired man, currently using his sharp, spear fingers as barbecue skewers. She's batting her long eyelashes, entranced. She does like her men on the enigmatic side. In fact, she might just have a word with him. She folds the sunglasses and hangs them by the collar of her low-cut blouse. Of course, she doesn't forget her famous ambrosia salad as she departs from the rest of the fidgeting women.
"Ed, darling. You must try out my signature dish!" she daintily holds up a spoon and attempts to feed the pale newcomer.
He cautiously opens his mouth, unsure of how else to respond to the gesture. He tries to find Peg within the crowd, hoping she'll give him a new task away from this uncomfortably touchy person. And as luck would have it, his savior has come to the rescue. Peg doesn't hesitate to pull Edward away, cheerfully mumbling a domestic excuse.
Once freed from the shackles of awkward social interactions, the man tiptoes his way out of the yard and down the street. He doesn't like the constant murmur of people talking. He doesn't understand the jokes, the loud laughs, the complicit slaps on the back. He feels as if he's on the other side of a glass window, separated from an audience demanding cooperation despite him only being able to discern muffled, discontinued meaning.
None of this was mentioned in the Etiquette book. Or perhaps it has always been there, and the Inventor never got to the specific chapter. Died lamentably before he could explain how one navigates neighborhood BBQ parties.
Edward's step is clumsy and he doesn't have a particular direction in mind. In his scattered daze he nearly trips over something and turns around apologetically. You're sitting on the ground, resting against the fence. The book you were reading is now thrown aside, as you're too busy massaging the ankle that just got kicked by the sudden intruder. You look up, ready to scold the responsible airhead, but your eyes stop on an eccentric feature that catches your attention.
"What happened to your hands?"
You're a little embarrassed by your unexpected, tactless curiosity. The man seems entirely unfazed, however.
"They weren't finished. I'm incomplete."
"Hmm. Isn't everyone?"
Edward considers the question and recalls the people he's met so far. Peg and her husband. Joyce. The children.
"But they don't look unfinished. They have all the body parts."
You chuckle slightly at the literal observation.
"Well, you can't check them on the inside, can you? Most people have missing parts. Or broken ones."
"Where would you get it fixed, then?" Edward is startled by this new discovery.
"You learn to fix it yourself. Otherwise it just stays like that, maybe forever."
He lifts his hands and stares at them. Is he going to be like this forever, too? He hasn't pondered the concept of time much before Peg had found him. Yet now, 'forever' feels unsettling.
"Do your hands bother you that much?"
Edward doesn't know how to reply. He wishes he could resemble everyone else, that much is true. Then people wouldn't stare. And they wouldn't be afraid. As he mulls over the right words, he suddenly becomes aware of his surroundings. It's the house he noticed earlier, when he first arrived here. Which means...
He examines the person before him. They, too, look complete. So why?
"Why does everyone avoid this place?" He remembers the gathering he just left. "You weren't at the neighborhood party either. I thought all neighbors will show up."
"I was never invited."
"Why?"
You shrug.
"You're also not currently attending, are you? Otherwise you wouldn't be here."
"I took a break. It's too loud. Can I sit here?"
Before you can answer, he drops himself next to you with a thud. His fingers swish together as he adjusts his posture.
"Oh, sorry, I forgot. What is your name? I'm Edward."
"Uhh... (Y/N)." You mutter, taken aback by his direct approach. What an odd fellow, you think to yourself.
"Nice to meet you, (Y/N)." As he scans your features again, he feels compelled to add, "You look rather pretty."
A faint blush takes over your face and you twirl your hair in an attempt to hide it. Is he mocking you? You genuinely can't read his intentions.
"You don't look too bad yourself, Edward. I think the hands add to your charm." You eventually find the confidence to blurt it out, quickly following up with a laugh.
His heart tightens and he almost forgets about his hazardous extremities, having to stop himself from touching his now throbbing chest. He's never malfunctioned before. It doesn't feel like anything is wrong, either. Your comment, for some reason, made him very happy.
(Y/N). Looking back to everything that happened, he's glad. Maybe he should thank Joyce next time he sees her. He wouldn't have met you otherwise.
As the sun begins to set, you remind Edward that it's impolite to leave a party for too long. He protests, stating he prefers your company. As flattered as you are, you rephrase it as Peg being worried about his sudden disappearance and he feels bad enough to agree on his early retirement. On the condition he can hang out with you again. Once you guarantee a reunion, he makes his way back home.
As he lays on Kim's bizarrely fluid mattress, tucked into the layered pastel sheets, Edward is overwhelmed by a strange, unfamiliar warmth. A wide, childish smile is plastered on his face and won't go away. Each time he closes his eyes to fall asleep, he pictures the encounter. (Y/N). It's a nice name, isn't it? He finds it particularly charming. He whispers it out loud in the dark room, as if making sure it's real. Reminding himself you're real.
He can't properly explain it. It's the same thick window that stands between him and the world, but you're next to him. An outsider. A rejection. The idea that someone else out there shares his struggle has cleansed him of any longing for acceptance. Why bother with a sea of foreign, smudged faces? Peg becomes Joyce, and Joyce fades into Marge, and they all become a generic crowd of smiling pleasantries. It's a funny thing, being among humans. Once he left his old mansion behind, he realized how truly alone he had been. Still, being surrounded by people he could not comprehend made him feel even more lonely. That is the tragedy; sitting at the grand table, empty handed, unseen, unheard. Misunderstood. No one's fault, really. It just happens. But every now and then, if fate so allows, one might just find another starved attendant. With the same glint in their eyes, of someone not belonging.
Oh, he can't wait to see you again.
It's unusually noisy outside for a late evening and you can't help but glance out the window. That's when you notice the roaring crowd, trampling in a hysterical march of unknown purpose. You have a bad feeling about it. The horned moon leers down at you like a bad omen and you quickly throw a jacket on, sprinting into the street.
"What's this all about?" you shyly ask the nearest group.
"Witch!" Esmeralda scowls at you with a pointing finger.
Peg notices the commotion and runs towards you, completely disregarding the prophetic warnings of the woman.
"Oh, (Y/N). It's Edward. They..." she sighs, frustrated. "I know I don't have the right to ask you this, but you're his friend. Could you please make sure he's alright?" Her voice is pleading and regretful.
You nod without saying anything else. Before you turn to leave, you swiftly gesture to Esmeralda, raising your index fingers up and mimicking a devilish look. She gasps and throws her hands together in prayer.
It had to be done.
Meanwhile, Edward has reached his old mansion and just now stopped in the entrance hall, panting anxiously. He feels nauseous and helpless. It's not that he's being chased by the enraged members of the neighborhood that alarms him. He cannot stand the possibility of not being in your presence ever again. How frightful, how agonizing! He claws at a nearby column in turmoil.
It can't be, it won't happen. He'll tear his way through the masses if he has to. Oh, what a terrible thought. His Inventor would roll in the grave if he knew the violent ruminations that plague him right now. But if he has no other choice...Would he go as far as taking someone's life if it was for your sake? Well, technically speaking, his sake, really. He wants to see you. He needs to.
Panic slowly creeps through his body. The thoughts are piling up in an erratic hum and he can't find his focus again. He paces back and forth, attempting to recollect himself, but there's an urgency that drowns him in cold sweat.
"Edward?"
The ringing stops. A switch has been flipped and he snaps his head in the direction of the voice. It's you. Completely spellbound, he extends his hand to touch your face, verifying whether you might be an illusion of his feverish desires instead. The blade pierces your skin, leaving a bright red trail behind.
"I'm so sorry-" he cries out, realizing his act.
You softly lower his hand with a reassuring smile.
"It's just a small cut. Don't worry about it. I think we have more important matters at hand, won't you agree?" you joke as you nudge your head towards the window.
"I spoke to the police officer on the way here, so we shouldn't have any surprise guests."
You remove your jacket and throw it over some dusty furniture before climbing up the stairs. Halfway through you briefly stop and urge Edward to join you. He simply nods.
When the issue is settled and everything has been said and done, will you return to your miserable exile? Won't the neighbors become suspicious if you're frequently seen sneaking up the hill? Perhaps even the utmost secrecy won't prolong the visits much.
And then what?
As he considers the potential scenarios, he becomes increasingly impatient. The joy of your return has been tainted by the impending doom of abandonment. He wishes you'd just stay with him here, forever.
Once the conclusion has been reached, he lets out a quiet apology. Maybe to you, maybe to the beloved Inventor, maybe even to himself. He inserts a finger into the entrance lock and silently twists it.
You must forgive him. Or at least try to understand him. He just loves you too much, (Y/N). Is it truly such a hideous crime? To want to keep you safe? If so, he will live with the guilt. But not without you.
You're home.
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