#paved with dreams

[allyvampirelass29]

"Here begins the land of phantoms..........."

- Nosferatu (1922)

[defectivegembrain]

Well okay it got interrupted by a battle right afterwards but I just got to watch two women get married, officiated by a nonbinary person, in a cartoon deemed suitable for children

[islab0bila]

Everyone after good omens 2:

[ro-sham-no]

ring and all, a poem by me.

[ramayantika]

Okay but the life of the legendary Shovana Narayan altered my brain chemistry, a superb academic record hold, a maestro in kathak and then also a civil services officer with a long distance marriage and motherhood

If she could do this in the 50s and 60s, wtf is stopping me from doing so, when I have never wanted just one thing to define me

[krakajici-kavka]

Follow your dreams. Track them down like a bloodhound. Run them into exhaustion. Grab your bow and follow the trail. Keep them in your sight at all times. Strike when an opportunity presents itself. Do not hesitate. There are not always second chances. Become one with your mark, let it turn into your second nature. It's in chasing that dream that you become it, not in a final, fantasque destination. Envision the trail, and know that if you go astray, you shall always find it again. Disappear into the woods, never to be seen again.

[talentforlying]

priest: i don't, ah, quite know what to say to you. if you are in such terrible danger, why are you taking it all so calmly? constantine: hmh! i dunno, father. i had a bloke beaten to a pulp earlier this evening. that sound calm to you? priest: you did what...? constantine: i must've been off me bleedin' rocker. i've never done anything like it before in me life, y'know?

constantine: but there's header gets his guts blown out, and george is stickin' his head in the noose, and helen gets ... jesus, then friggin' sarah bites me head off — ! everything's coming to bits in me hands and it's so easy to just see red and now, shit, they could've killed the tosser for all i know! and now i'm just like the bastards i've hated all me life! kill him! fire him! close them down! piss all over him! screw you, i can do whatever i want! i so much as blink and you're dead, pal! i'm in charge!! ...

constantine: 'scuse me, father. i'm always like this when i don't get me own way. — hellblazer #81, "rake at the gates of hell pt. 4"

babygirl you are just....so, sooooo offputting. (and grieving, and guilty, and terrified, but yeah: offputting.)

anyway, it's issues like this one that remind me why i kind of hesitate over some of the retcons in the recent spurrier runs, like the one with him now having opened dream's pouch of sand and stolen some before they even met. because like, it's easy enough to look at john constantine now — with 70 years of worst possible choices and unresolved trauma crystallizing underneath his skin to cover up all the soft, hopeful bits where he's used to getting hit — and assign him arbiter of ill intentions, magus of wasted potential, saint of shit choices, but man . . . he was new to this, once. he was still new to this 80 issues in.

80 issues in, and he's not used to losing friends yet; he even has time enough between catastrophes to grieve each individual one. still has enough left to live for at this stage to necessitate running and hiding, instead of bodily throwing himself at the problem like he learns to later, or sitting apathetically by to do nothing except smoke and watch the world fall apart when he finally gives up. fuck, he still apologizes.

and you're telling me this guy, this soppy wet cat motherfucker hiding from the devil in a church basement, so guilty over not knowing what happened to the guy that he paid people (paid chas, so chas could pay people) to attack that the bottle he's holding in this scene isn't even his second or third........this guy's past, more innocent self lied right to the face of DREAM OF THE ENDLESS and got away with it?

hm. i just don't know about all that.

[grrlmusic]

Vegyn - A Dream Goes On Forever (feat. John Glacier)

[random-xpressions]

Remembering you, on purpose, throughout the day consciously, so that by night, my subconscious may encounter you in my dreams. Reality anyhow looks like a far fetched impossibility...

Random Xpressions

[wylansvanhendriks]

musical!percy they’ll never take away your gay swag

[renegadxd]

tags pt 1 ~

[carnivalls]

MERRY christmas i fucking GUESS. if anyone ever cared for good intentions turns out it needed a prequel

[unrealcorvus]

i dreamed that i cooked a whole bunch of steak, and she (i don't know who she was) made me tile the floor of my apartment with 4" (10 cm) squares of medium done steak. after i had tiled the floor with steak, there were a couple of steaks left and i sat down with dr. chuck tingle and we were eating the remaining steaks. as we were enjoying our delicious steaks, i started to get anxious because i was thinking that pretty soon i would need to start tearing up all that steak before it started to smell. i really didn't want to have to do it, and i mentioned my reluctance to dr. tingle who said, (while poking another bite of delicious steak into the mouth hole of his pink bag) "well, buckaroo, if you don't trot that trot , some other buddy's gonna have to do it, and that ain't fair."

[levy120]

Paved with Good Intentions

Characters: Rayman, Jano Setting: The Snoring Tree, The Cave of Bad Dreams, The Forgotten Temple Rating: hard T/soft M / FSK 14-16 range Genre and Tropes: Horror, Whump, Friends to Enemies to Friends, Nice Job Breaking it Hero, Angst with a Happy Ending BEFORE YOU READ! This story will embrace the horror genre and tackle some sensible topics! Trigger Warnings to expect: “Body Horror”, “Dysphoria”, “Self Hate”, “Self Harm”, “PTSD”, “Depression” Furthermore this story is part of a SERIES and might be confusing if read in isolation. Summary: In which Rayman learns the hard way that dredging up other people's trauma is bound to have repercussions. Or: A mindscape dive into what the first confrontation between Rayman and Jano had been like Lore: Dream Catcher Canon up to this point. Should not read this on just its own. Makros: Words: ~ 13,300 (as of February 6th) | Chapters: approximately 6

Read on: [AO3]

I’ll notify about new Chapters on the Masterpost and with reblogs on this one! :)

Time for a bit of AN beneath the cut.

I had planned to start publishing the first chapter once I got halfway through with chapter 3. Then today I was stuck in public transit and faced the good old ‘oops all done’ concerning said chapter.

That being said the Story is still a WIP as it’s being published. Currently (as of February 6th) the 1st, 2nd, 3rd and 6th chapters are done with the one or other polishing every now and again. The 4th chapter is mostly done and just needs some bridges whereas the 5th chapter is outlined but despite that still a mostly blank canvas.

I am literally both so giddy and petrified that I finally get to share this installment with you, but it’s a bit... different from the other releases (which you could probably already guess when seeing all the warning tags.) This story is Jano’s through and through :D

[bandsanitizer]

I love the dreamies but I s2g if I see another bloody foot—