#I'M GONNA MAKE IT THAT'S THE DREAM

[gallapple]

Me imagining a charlastor animatic with Inkpot Gods playing

#guys I'm gettting weak kneed thinking about it and silently screaming #I'M GONNA MAKE IT THAT'S THE DREAM #charlastor #radiobelle

[spyglassrealms]

had a fucking hilarious dream that tumblr replaced the "block" function with the far funnier "glock" function, which did the exact same thing except whenever anyone blocked you a random bullet hole, like a png of a bullet hole, would appear on your blog. discourse blogs were unreadable bc you'd go to the page and the sheer amount of bullet hole pngs stacked over the blogs obscured everything. I woke myself up laughing

#normally I don't chronicle my dreams here but fucking hell that one was funny #I think this would genuinely make tumblr better tbh #@ staff do this cowards #spy has thoughts #my life is a sitcom and i am my own laugh track #functional website #spy's smash hits #Glock function #edit for everyone in the notes saying 'everyone clapped' #I know I can't prove to you that it happened for real you're just gonna have to trust me on this #but I swear on my goddamn life I'm not making this up #I make so many conscious puns that sometimes my subconscious cooks up a real good one

[wouldntbehim]

mix: firstprince (taylor's version)

#rwrbedit #alex x henry #alex claremont diaz #henry fox #my reward for not putting any tswift songs on my other mix is that i decided to do one that is just. nothing but tswift songs. #so. firstprince mix (taylor's version) #i was gonna do 'say don't go' for kensington but. #i actually liked 'haunted' a lot more for it #and nearly did 'haunted' for the scene of alex and nora but they swapped #(dress was entirely self-indulgent btw but. i couldn't resist.) #i have zero apologies for the choice of 'paper rings' btw #not pictured: me tapping my foot and waiting impatiently for rep tv #(listen my life will not be complete until i hear 'don't blame me (taylor's version)') #i'm choosing to blame this on my best friend #bc i went 'since i didn't put any on the other mix tell me i can't make one that's just tswift songs' #and she went 'do it.' #and i said 'okay at least tell me i can't just name it 'firstprince (taylor's version)'' and she said 'okay but you should' #so here we are. #also i think my favorite coloring in this is the one i used for 'wildest dreams' and 'you are in love' and 'say don't go' #yes i did attempt to color them in ways reminiscent of the albums and what about it

[shirozora-draws]

I needed an excuse to get myself back on track for all things The Stars and what better way to do it than to answer this art prompt from a comment on the 3rd chapter? The man needs more color in his wardrobe, so let's do that.

Color scheme is heavily inspired by Andor's Mon Mothma & family. My reasoning is that I see their clothes to be a blend of Coruscant and Chandrila, and since Leia and the NR government are both located in Chandrila post-OT I imagine that some of Luke's clothes also come from Chandrila. The man can't wear all-black all the time post-OT, I'm just saying.

That little bit of gray/silver under the collar is the silver chain the mythosaur pendant is hanging from. And as an Asian person I will exploit Star Wars' obsession with E. Asian clothing as much as I want.

#shirozora draws #luke skywalker #grogu #dinluke #story: the stars #series: dangerous dreams #time to bully my brain back into the 3quelfic zone #after months spent on making merch designs for the pop-up shop and finishing Gravity Well #it's gonna be great (i'm gonna die)

[eddiiediaz]

Okay so crack theory time.

It looks like there's a chair in the bag which kinda looks like a hospital waiting room. So what if they're there waiting for Bobby, Athena, or both, and Eddie says something about hating hospitals and mentions the last time they were in one (okay the lightning strike) and Chimney asks if he's still not over it and Eddie just stares somewhere else in silence but nods. But then maybe, just maybe, Eddie says in a low voice "I love him" which shocks Chimney that he's actually admitting it. And then later when everything is better, Chimney tells Eddie the "tomorrow isn't promised to anyone" line.

And yes, I am very much back on my clown bullshit *HONK HONK*

#this is not gonna happen but a girl (gn) can dream #also idk what this is but i think i'm gonna write a little fic about it #buddie #eddie diaz #chimney han #911 abc #911 spoilers #911 speculation #kj makes a post

[mangywayway]

"I want to open up your ribcage, crawl inside and close the door. A niche made just for me, between your heart and your stomach".

Same version below, just without the written part ✨

#art #fanart #werecat steve harrington #steve harrington #harpy billy hargrove #billy hargrove #mythology au #harringrove #i'm not gonna lie #i was inspired bc i was following a twitchlive about the dreams/wishes theory of the new pkmn dlc #don't ask me why my mind made this type of connection bc I don't know either #but it comforts me a lot drawing them as clingy as possible so ✨ #I'm making myself sick with all this sweetness #mangywayway

[somegrumpynerd]

Good heavens, look at the time! (Points to a clock where every hour is replaced with "gooptales")

@topazshadowwolf's boys will be the death of me please read it it's so good

#UTDR #UTMV #Gooptales #Dadmare #Topazshadowwolf #Almost forgot to get groceries because I was so into drawing these guys #You can't just make them all kids in a dreamscape having a lil tickle fight!!! #That's gonna make me explode into confetti!!! #I know they have to wake up but I wanna imagine Nightmare playing with his boys in the dream #Like just. He didn't get to be a kid very much #He didn't get to have a big group of friends #Let him have a couple games of tag or hide and seek with his family #Also the image of him patting Cross on the head for his good work asdhfkgfkgkjgs #I have to stop or I'm just gonna repeat the whole chapter in tags but listen. It was a masterpiece #I wanna print it out and put it on my wall #Anyway I'm so normal about this story as you can tell

[neytui]

I did tiny Dream and Hob

#dreamling #hob gadling #lord morpheus #the sandman #dream of the endless #art #my art #morpheus #thinking about doing this made me so happy #this is self indulgent #I'm gonna make my own stickers just you wait

[smile-files]

we both lost because we couldn't find each other

(objectober day 26: lose)

#dandy's doodles #bfdi #battle for dream island #bfdi leafy #bfdi firey #winner? loser? is that a jellyaibo and cdmodule reference??? /silly #anyway. um. did anybody ever realize how somebody that i used to know is kinda these two in song form #at least a little bit #that song is really good. i was gonna put lyrics of that here but i think it makes the whole 'losing' symbol hazy #as that particular phrasing is not used in the song at all #whatever :) #i'm in the middle of watching the new tpot right this moment!!! wawa #objectober

[cuubism]

i said i might write something based on Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda and well. yeah.

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“Have you been thinking much of this time?” Dream asks.

They are at the beginning. The ancient, smoky main room of the White Horse, all the way back then, when that sweet, starlit entity had loomed over Hob with challenge and strangeness and then swept away again, leaving the start of a story in his wake. Only this time, Dream is sitting with him, and the rest of the room is faded out, as it had when Hob had first seen him, this collected truth of the universe.

(Dream does not believe in objective truth—of course he doesn’t, he is made of dreams—though he would not articulate it that way if asked. Hob, meanwhile, knows at least one truth, and it’s what he feels when he looks at Dream.)

“Don’t you think of it?” he asks, wrapping an arm around Dream’s waist, fingers over his hipbone. It is a dream, but that distinction does not matter to Hob much anymore.

“I suppose. I think of much.”

“‘Course you do.” He strokes his hand up and down Dream’s side, and Dream hums. “I wondered about following you. Think if I did you’d have been gone into smoke already.”

“Yes. I did not care to stay long.”

“Nor I,” Hob admits.

“Truly?” says Dream, with surprise.

“Was thinking about you too much,” Hob says. “How could I go back to just chatting with my mates when I had seen you?”

“Why did you stay, then?”

“You have to take time with your mates while you have it,” Hob says. “Didn’t need six hundred years of life to know that one. Just a couple dozen deaths. Had the rest of eternity to mull over you, after all.”

“And did you?” Dream asks.

“Oh, yes.” He pulls Dream close. Slides over until he’s half in his lap, straddling his thigh, perfectly placed to kiss him. Hands on his shoulders, his neck, the sharp cut of his jaw. Once, Hob had held him from afar, like a wish. Now, Hob holds him close, as dream, as friend, as lover, in his human way, with sweat and time and hands.

“I mulled over you like fine wine,” Hob says, twisting his fingers in Dream’s hair, and Dream smiles. Hob kisses him again. Sips of his mouth like mulled wine, indeed. But his love for Dream is nothing so fleeting as spice on his tongue.

Or as fleeting as Dream sometimes thinks it will be. Dream is a living love poem to creation. But he does not know how to be loved in the way Hob wants to love him. In the way Hob does love him. Hob thinks that Dream knows how to be loved as a dream is loved, as a hope is loved, as an ideal is loved: held in glass, or in the sky, distant, perfect, disappointing up close. Parts of him are held as bubbles in different souls, but never in entirety.

He knows how to be loved as a nightmare is loved, bloody fear and history, raw closeness, curling in the humors of the body. He has been loved as a story is loved, which is to say, as creation is loved, as transmission is loved, as distance, as connection, as hearts on radio waves, as endings are loved, the pathways of him, container and fill.

Dream does not know how to be loved as a person is loved.

Hob loves him still when he grows teeth, and when a sweet taste comes to his mouth. Hob loves him as potential, as uncertainty. Story unset in stone. In softening belly and uneven step. Hob will show him how to be loved as a person is loved, because Dream is a person, especially when he insists he is not, and Hob loves him as one, has loved him as one, and Dream, who is used to being loved as dreams, cannot comprehend this.

He asks, sometimes. Why? Not even in a hurt, self-hating way. In a genuinely curious way, for he is not used to it. Hob hasn’t had the answer to that. Just trust that I do.

This moment, kissing Dream in the smoke of memory, is an answer. This is the beginning, but a fragment of words comes back to him, read in the between-time, when they were apart.

“You wanted to know why I loved you.” His lips are to Dream’s skin as he speaks, moved to his throat, his chest, pulling open his high collar, as Dream shivers under him. In the Dreaming, things can be like other things in a way that makes no sense in the Waking; Dreaming-sense is like a collage, the distant truth of collected fragments. And so touching Dream’s skin is like stepping out into the earliest morning, before the human world’s woken up, and feeling what’s un-meant to be felt.

“I do not think love needs a why,” Dream says. “Yet I have wondered.”

He gets it, Hob thinks, except that he doesn’t let himself.

He traces the harsh line of Dream’s collarbone with his mouth. Dream is full of harsh lines and seems incapable of letting softness stick to his bones. “‘I love you because I know no other way than this.’”

“I am familiar with the poem,” Dream says, but his voice is caught on Hob's words, his long fingers disbelieving in Hob’s hair.

“Are you?”

“Between shadow and soul is where dreams reside,” says Dream.

“And what about Dream?” Hob says, looking up at him, stressing the singular.

Dream’s lips purse, and Hob goes back to kissing his chest, up his sternum, over his heart. “I know,” he says between kisses, “no other way. Than this.”

Dream tangles him up, long arms, legs curled together, shadow and star around him. Hob’s loved him so long that he doesn’t remember what it was like not to. He has been tangled up in Dream since the beginning. It is what he is.

“A dream resides where it is wanted,” says Dream, finally answering his question. His voice has roughened, his breath has quickened, affected by Hob’s touch, by the words of the poem. Each lick, and kiss, and bite coils the Dreaming closer around them. One day it might be harder to wake up than to fall asleep.

“It’s wanted,” Hob says, and claims his beautiful mouth, pressing him back against the wall. His hair in its uncontrollable frissons, his eyes in their changeable void, his needy starvation of a thousand unanswered love poems—this kiss is a response to those missives. Dream is in the shadowed parts of him, in his turning points, in the words he speaks. Hob sees his answer in the tears that bead along his eyes but refuse to fall, in his darkness and whimsical creations, and his surprised, gentle pleasure when he’s kissed.

Hob loves him so. There’s no moral or end to that story. Hob’s love for Dream is. Full stop. End of sentence.

#this is a little weird bc i was trying to capture how poems make me feel in the style of how i wrote it #hopefully some of you might like it because of or in spite of the weirdness XD #dreamling #hob gadling #dream of the endless #my writing #inspired by poetry #me writing this like i'm just gonna start putting verbs where theyre not meant to be used and making things negative in a way it's not mean #to be. let's see what happens XD

[vimbry]

the gap between tmbg wiki song interpretations and the band's inspirations behind writing them is always funny. bc the interpretations inevitably bring up how the song is actually about an unflinching reflection of someone's shattered psyche as they grapple with their own mind and they're very depressed and dead the whole time also, and then you read up on the song's production, and it's like, "I had a bad dream :("

#tmbg #I'm being facetious here mostly. that doesn't mean the example song ''where your eyes don't go'' doesn't have anything deeper to say #it's one of my top favourites for a reason I think it's a gorgeously outlined description of the subconscious and unconscious state #but I like how the process of it seems to be #wow that dream I had as a teenager was so creepy. I'm gonna make a song about how creepy it was.

[panharmonium]

Man, these past few days...so many thoughts. About my life then, my life now. What I missed. Thoughts about what I'll never have. And what I want to have.

#gilmore girls #this episode is another one where it's like #lorelai had this huge horrible thing happen #and instead of making it about her she turns the whole situation into an opportunity to do something great for rory #she takes rory to the college of her dreams and doesn't give away even the slightest hint of wistfulness #when it triggers all these thoughts about what she missed and what she gave up to be rory's mom #rory comes out of a college classroom so excited about 'college is gonna be amazing; i can't wait; i love college; i love harvard! #and lorelai just makes space for rory to be giddy #and tells her how amazing she is and how she blew everyone in the classroom away #without ever once letting on that she has painful emotions about her own missed opportunities #she makes this whole trip into an opportunity for rory to celebrate and revel in her upcoming future #even when lorelai's own intended future has just collapsed! #anyway i'm learning to make gg gifs myself so i don't have to put my bookends thoughts on other people's sets #but this one really is the most bookends vibes #vague bookends thoughts #*

[mayasaura]

thinking about that quote that's like "oh, the things we invent when we are scared and want to be rescued" wrt the kiriona & phyrra & nona thing; kiriona wants so badly for someone to save her, so she lashes out at phyrra and nona when they're not the people she wanted to show up

I think. It might be worse. Because yes, she wanted Harrow to save her from her tower, and she HATES that she got Nona instead, but also. She's been wanting so badly for someone to save her for such a long time and

Pyrrha kind of is who she wanted to show up. She's just twenty years too late.

#thanks btw the quote is from Richard Siken's I Had A Dream About You #and I'm having a heart attack about it #it starts off 'All the cows were falling out of the sky and landing in the mud.' and it does NOT get less nona the Ninth from there #i. am gonna process this poem and then make a post about it but it will be a different post #bc the rest of the poem isn't really all that Gideon amd Pyrrha #this line tho? on point #thank you #the locked tomb #gideon nav #kiriona gaia #nona the ninth #ntn spoilers #pyrrha dve #op

[cametotheshowinsd]

Miss Americana & the Heartbreak Prince (1989) dir. Taylor Swift ✘ They whisper in the hallway, "she's a bad, bad girl."

#taylor swift #tswiftedit #tswiftgif #miss americana and the heartbreak prince #lyrics #does it make any sense #did I do the vhs aesthetic right :o #this is gonna be a movie like Tetro (2009) #there are things that just simply the plot #there's also things like weird staged show to just like #reflect the life & emotions of the protagonist #and I'm aware that the 2nd one is really 1940s #I guess that's my signature by now ;'p #let it be a homage to Meet John Doe or something #after all ALL FRANK CAPRA MOVIES are somehow about american glory and american dreams #and sorry about the lack of continuity on her hair #userelena #userleah #also tag #wildest dreams #ikywt #anti-hero #ootw

[peachesfrompluto]

Magical boy Lúcio! 💚💫

#overwatch #fan skin #lucio correia dos santos #digital art #fanart #i made a bunch of magical girl skin scribbles ages ago that i wanna get to at some point #i'll make a nicer render of this design when i have the rest of the team designed c: #magical girls are like. my dream skin line #i would drop everything for magical girl skins #but i know damn well they're only gonna do the pretty girl heroes so i'm giving my main boy the treatment asap 😭

[arctixout]

Somebody said Nace in Kris' Stožice outfit, so,

#joker out #nace jordan #i have a good internet connection sufficient art skills and a drawing tablet and i'm gonna make it everyone's problem #for the record drawing his tattoo sleeve is hell #in case anyone dreams of drawing nace #silently wondering if i have the energy to try draw kris in jure's outfit #nothing feels as good as closing the 20 reference tabs i had open #begone #*my art