The Sandman/Little Writer anthology masterlist | Dream of the Endless x Reader

I’ve been literally obsessed for ages, and then Netflix premiered their Sandman series and now I have a problem…

My problem is now your problem, if you choose to accept it. These are my dreams, interwoven, and I present them for your entertainment.

If you read them, if you like them, please reblog and/or drop a comment. If you read them and you don’t like them, please keep any vitriol to yourself.

Untitled Document - This is what happens when you have a million ideas and no idea what to do with him*

In The Grip of Despair - The Realm of Despair is a desolate place, but Dream always answers a formal calling*

A Spark in the Night - A spark of inspiration, kindled in The Dreaming*

When You Move, I’m Moved - A warm night, watched over by starlight. Inspired by the song Movement by Hozier*

Where Memories Never Fade and Fairytales Come True - The title is a mouthful, but the Dreaming and its master never do anything by half measures. Whether it’s creating worlds or courting a new lover.

More to come!(hopefully)

*Can be read as gn!reader, unmarked fics are f!reader

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Jacob Anderson talking about the icons that shaped his Louis — Grace Jones & Eartha Kitt

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A Little Bit a' Soft Core

~~Was too shy at first to post this on here but fuck it~~; In the spirit of Halloween, have getting a little high and a little smutty with gee.

“I think I got a camcorder just like that lyin’ around here..” Gerard’s voice is tight as he passes you the joint, the smoke expanding inside his lungs until he lets it waft out in a cloud behind him as he gets up off the bed. “Let me see…”

The television is the only source of light in Gerard’s bedroom on the lower floor of the house and the second he’s off the bed, you start to feel a little nervous, fighting the urge to let your eyes flit to every dark corner of the room. You’ve been marathoning horror movies all night and while you’re not usually a wuss, there’s something about the handheld a-la-Blair-Witch camera angles in this one that keeps you jumpy. Like you can’t predict what can happen in the narrow point of view as opposed to a full landscape.

You’ll take a smaller sized puff off the joint next time, thinking that may be the culprit. Meanwhile, dart your gaze back and forth between Gerard and the television - the vague silhouette of his sweatshirt-clad shoulders while he fumbles around versus the shaky found footage film that seems to only make the shadows flicker and pulse about the room.

Continue on AO3

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ITS OCTOBER EVE YALL VAMPIRE SEASON IS COMINGGG

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It’s October! You know what that means... 🎃 (via kxvo)

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all my life I’ve somehow only ever seen the gifs of this. I never even knew that the pumpkin man was dancing to the Ghostbusters theme. This whole thing is so much better than I ever could have expected from the gifs omg

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we need to bring back inviting people over for cake and coffee. my grandma used to do that all the time and I think it's a lost art

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reblog to invite folks over for cake and coffee

tips for fleeing the US not all can stand and fight not all can flee but if you can here's a lil help Youtube

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lenreli

Quite possibly the best answer.

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liberalsarecool

Priorities.

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anyways it's so lovely that tom sturridge's mother was the actress for dream's head chef and almost every dialogue she had was (indirectly) pestering dream to eat just like a mother would

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Anonymous asked:

I don't usually like size differences that are this extreme but. Being cradled in the palm of a giant monster whilst their other hand sensually and carefully-- oh, so carefully as to not hurt you-- trails a finger over your body and presses their lips on you. Or they gently hold your legs wide open and gingerly work the tip of their tongue over the treasure between your thighs. Idk I think it could possibly fix me. Perhaps