#Dylan Jones

[neoglyphicmedia]

ALIVE OUTSIDE: An anthology to obliterate the impending monoculture! A convergence of new voices joining verifiable legends, all tearing at the walls of expectation. Cultural innovation as an impulse. Algorithmically-born tastemaking be damned! This is elemental vitality pressed into a wood pulp manifesto for the messy comedy of creation ~ ALIVE OUTSIDE collects previously unpublished work from an international cast of artists, including: Aapo Rapi, Aaron Rossner, Andy Cahill, Angela Fanche, Becchi Ayumi, Bridget Trout, Christian Schumann, Clayton Schiff, Dongery, Doug Allen, Dylan Jones, Eden Veaudry, J Bradley Johnson, Jonathan Peterson, Jordan Rae, Joe Grillo, Joey Haley, Julie Doucet, Julien Ceccaldi, Kari Cholnoky, Keith Jones, Leomi Sadler, Lilli Carre, Lukas Weidinger, Marc Bell, Mark Connery, Matt Lock, Poncili Creation, Roman Muradov, Ron Rege Jr., Shoboshobo, Susan Te Kahurangi King, Theo Ellsworth, Trenton Doyle Hancock Edited by Cullen Beckhorn and Marc Bell. 248 pages, multiple inset booklets, mixed-process 6-color offset, and extraneous Risograph materials. Additional materials included with pre-orders. Edition of 1200 copies. Published by NEOGLYPHIC MEDIA www.NeoglyphicMedia.com Cover by Eden Veaudry Animated 3-D model by Roman Muradov

[angelic-writer]

Fear of the Deep - Sleep with the Fishes (Not Really)

Day 6 of @augusnippets

Prompts: Car accident/Plane crash/ship wreck

CW: Drowning

Fandom: Fear of the Deep by @moonlightsmasquerade

Cain was always a meticulous planner, barely budging when things don't go his way. Miriam and Dylan had to literally drag his ass out when his oxygen tank got low. He threw a hissy fit not long after. So it shouldn't be that surprising when a pop up storm rolled over the ocean while the trio was out. Miriam tried countless times to tell him to get back to the dock, but he shrugged her off. That's when a rogue wave hit the side of the boat, causing it to smash into the a nearby rock, making the ship split in two. The force of the crash caused Cain to fall over the boat edge and into the water.

He didn't remember hitting his head. All he knew was that one second, he was on the boat, the next, he was in the water. It was cold, so cold. He tried to move his limbs, but they were like lead, refusing to work. He opened his mouth to call out to someone, but the taste of salt greeted him as he inhaled water. Is this how the people that went missing were feeling when they die? Is he going to be like one of them? Miriam and Dylan will never find him, at best finding his body hours away from their location.

What a shitty way to die.

In the corner of his eye, he spotted something glittering in the water. When he took a closer look, he saw a humanoid fish creature swimming towards him along with several more of them, all smiling at him with their sharp teeth. Cain blinked. He thought those things were a myth, but here he was, seeing them with his own two eyes. As if hypnotized by their beauty, he reached out to them. He was just out of reach.

His lungs burned. His vision was growing dark.

As he closed his eyes, he heard one of them speak to him.

"Soon, Cain. Soon, you will become one of us."

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As he slowly became aware, he could feel something pressing on his chest pretty hard. Cain wanted to scream out, telling that person "That hurts!" but he couldn't move. He couldn't open his eyes. The pressure stopped momentarily as someone pried his mouth open, pinched his nose shut and breathed into him.

Is someone... trying to revive me?

"C'mon, Cain! Wake up, dude!"

Dylan?

Oh... He and Miriam got me after all.

After what felt like minutes of Dylan (or Miriam? Maybe both.) trying to resuscitate him, he finally responded. Water spilled out of his mouth, the two of them rolling him onto his side so he doesn't aspirate the water.

"Hey, dude. You're okay now. You're okay." Dylan said, trying to catch his breath. Cain peeled his eyes open, seeing his and Miriam's blurry figures.

"Mmm... G'mornin'..." He mumbled.

"Seriously? That's all you have to say? Jesus Christ, Cain, you nearly died! You're lucky we even got to you in time!!" Miriam shouted.

Cain sat up. "Uuuuuuugh, Miri, quit being a drama queen. I just had a little swim, that's all."

"A little swim.- Do you ever take anything seriously?! You need to stop scaring us like that! Imagine what would've happened if you were alone!"

Dylan wrapped his jacket around Cain who was soaking wet. "Yeah, I have to agree with her. You really need to listen to us."

"Dylan, I could've swam up on my own. I didn't need your guys' help." He coughed. Although what he said was true, he could've swam up on his own, but he couldn't move his body. It was like he was paralyzed. Must've been that blow to the head. He rubbed the back of his head, wincing.

"Okay, you need to rest. C'mon." Dylan lifted him up to his feet and started walking him back to their headquarters, Miriam scolding Cain the whole way. He looked back to the ocean, the image of the fish creatures smiling at him repeating in his mind.

He was far away from the dock so how did he get back there? Did they carry him here?

It was hard to concentrate with the throbbing pain.

[chubby-aphrodite]

damn...

[boookfreeak]

the fact that Dylan sang Hozier's little yell in nothern attitude at the hamburg concert made me so happy!!

[jacobwren]

“There were a lot of conspiracy theories around. People like Jon were convinced that the Police had been invented by the CIA, because they were managed by Miles Copeland, whose father was in the CIA. They were, of course, Pepsi to Coke and were very annoying, like Elvis Costello, who was a very annoying person, but terribly talented when you think about it now.” – Peter York [As quoted in Sweet Dreams: The Story of the New Romantics by Dylan Jones.]

[defiant-dandylion]

Dylan Jones [ Older art ]

Dylan jones is an oc thats from a time based in the mid 1980s America. He works as a cryptozoologist and the government buys information on cryptids ect off of him though of course he doesn't give everything away because he doesn't trust the government and is skeptical of them and what they'll do with the information he gives them. He had to learn to be skeptical the hard way.

Originally he was in a class at a university around studying cryptozoology but the class was defunded and removed he believes this was done by the government after they found out that this stuff was in fact true and real. Though he doesn't have any proof on this.

He's an unapologetically queer man. Which in the 80s wasn't exactly an easy thing to be but he doesn't care for other people's opinions and can actually be a pretty brass guy. He doesn't get on with his neighbours because of this. How he views things is he has nothing to lose so he's going to live his life being unapologetically true to who he is.

[movie-titlecards]

Dragon Crusaders (2011)

My rating: 4/10

Probably not the worst dragon movie The Asylum has ever churned out, and churned out it has many. In fact, this one may well be one of the better ones, though of course it's still boring rubbish.

[caitlinsinterlude]

jeff buckley in an interview about bob dylan writing for nina simone. bob dylan’s wrote sad-eyed lady about sara.

[oooy]

Philly Justice (full fake trailer) | Good Hang with Amy Poehler

[neoglyphicmedia]

ALIVE OUTSIDE: An anthology to obliterate the impending monoculture! A convergence of new voices joining verifiable legends, all tearing at the walls of expectation. Cultural innovation as an impulse. Algorithmically-born tastemaking be damned! This is elemental vitality pressed into a wood pulp manifesto for the messy comedy of creation ~

Collecting work from an international cast of artists, including: Aapo Rapi, Aaron Rossner, Andy Cahill, Angela Fanche, Becchi Ayumi, Bridget Trout, Christian Schumann, Clayton Schiff, Dongery, Doug Allen, Dylan Jones, Eden Veaudry, J Bradley Johnson, Jonathan Peterson, Jordan Rae, Joe Grillo, Joey Haley, Julie Doucet, Julien Ceccaldi, Kari Cholnoky, Keith Jones, Leomi Sadler, Lilli Carre, Lukas Weidinger, Marc Bell, Mark Connery, Matt Lock, Poncili Creation, Roman Muradov, Ron Rege Jr., Shoboshobo, Susan Te Kahurangi King, Theo Ellsworth, Trenton Doyle Hancock

Edited by Cullen Beckhorn and Marc Bell. 248 pages, multiple inset booklets, mixed-process 6-color offset, and extraneous Risograph materials available direct from the publisher.

Edition of 1200 copies. Published by NEOGLYPHIC MEDIA www.NeoglyphicMedia.com

[dailymarvelstudios]

Spider-Man: Far From Home (2019), dir. Jon Watts

[pulpmusicals]

I remember everything. ⏳ Pulp Musicals, Episode 5. Summer 2025.

[angelic-writer]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Members of the Silvercreek Highschool swim team, Cain Morgan and Dylan Jones

[martiansodas-blog]

actors who understand their character.

actors who put their all into it.

actors who make you forget you’re watching something.

actors who remind you acting is an art.

[companionjones]

The Club

Pairing: Sterek x Reader

Fandom: Teen Wolf (MTV)

Summary: Derek calls you in the middle of the night to inform you that Stiles is having a panic attack.

Warnings: Depiction of a panic attack

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In the middle of a dead sleep, you woke up to your phone ringing. "Hello--?"

Right as you finished the word, Derek's panicked voice rang out, "Y/nineedyoutogetoverhererightnow--"

"Der?" You were confused in your fugue state.

He didn't stop. "--Ican'tcalmhimdownheneeds--"

"Derek." You were finally aware enough to ask him something important. Your voice remained calm. "I need you to slow down, okay? I can't understand what you're saying."

You could practically hear Derek's frantic nod through the phone. "It's Stiles. He's having another panic attack. I can't calm him down. He needs you."

"Keep trying to talk to him. I'll be over in 10 minutes."

What you'd received wasn't a rare phone call, you just needed to make sure there wasn't another supernatural emergency.

Five minutes later, you were walking into Derek's apartment. You found Derek and Stiles in the bedroom. Stiles was huddled in the corner, breathing erratically, and Derek was crouched down, carefully watching him.

You came into the room, and Stiles immediately reacted to you. "I'm sorry," he hiccuped.

"Nothing to be sorry for." You joined the two men by kneeling on the ground. "What's got you all worked up?"

Stiles couldn't look at you. "There was...I had...I had this dream...the Void, the Void was back and-and he killed all of you...using me...When I woke up, I didn't know what was real anymore."

"This is real, Stiles," proclaimed Derek.

"How do I know that?" worried Stiles.

"Count your fingers, count my fingers. Count Derek's. Count however many fingers you think is necessary to believe we're really here with you."

Instead of doing that, Stiles kept switching his gaze between yours and Derek's.

You took that as an opportunity to inch closer to Stiles. He tried to back away from you, but he couldn't get far due to the wall behind him. However, as soon as you placed a hand on him. Stiles practically enveloped you into his space. By hugging him, you could truly tell how much he was shaking. You tried your best to come to his hair and calm him down.

Derek stood then. He always seemed in awe at how easily you were able to calm Stiles down.

Holding Stiles like you were felt wrong without Derek. So, you stretched out an arm.

He was hesitant at first, but Derek slowly took the few steps necessary to reach you. Gingerly, he took your hand.

Not gingerly at all, you pulled Derek down to join you and Stiles.

Finally, you felt whole.

But alas, you knew you couldn't stay. You weren't one to intrude where you weren't welcome. You'd been asked over, but not asked to stay. You moved to leave.

"Do we need to spell it out for you?" Stiles rolled his eyes. "You're in the club--"

"We're a club?" Derek smirked.

"--You've been in the club for a long time," Stiles completed.

"I have?" you wondered.

Derek answered with a smile, "'Course you have."

"Well, that's pretty great news, then." You couldn't keep yourself from grinning. "Can we move this club to the bed?"

Stiles gasped then, like what you had said was scandalous.

You flicked him on the forehead. "For someone who just got out of a panic attack, you're pretty sassy."

Derek rolled his eyes as he stood and carried Stiles to bed. "Have you met Stiles? He's always...sassy."

The two laid down in bed, kissed, and both reached out for you.

Another grin spread across your face before you happily joined Derek and Stiles in bed.

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[girltirl]

Amy Poehler presents the Philly Justice trailer + Kathryn Hahn being late.