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one-time-i-dreamt · 4 months

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I was a little toy soldier from Toy Story and Woody and I were getting a divorce on the top of the bookshelf. In protest to my idea, he pushed me off the shelf to my death.

#dream #toy story #toy soldier #toy #soldier #divorce #bookshelf #death tw

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mins-fins · 2 months

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NCT LIBRARY [ 💌 ] !

💌 NCT 127 ꜜ

skyline highlights! — (series; ongoing)

💌 MOON TAEIL

nothing here yet..

💌 JOHNNY SUH

nothing here yet..

💌 LEE TAEYONG

the course of true love — (long fic; work in progress)

💌 NAKAMOTO YUTA

nothing here yet..

💌 KIM DOYOUNG

nothing here yet..

💌 JEONG JAEHYUN

nothing here yet..

💌 KIM JUNGWOO

nothing here yet..

💌 NCT DREAM ꜜ

1, 2, 3 — (series; ongoing) signed, agent zero — (series; ongoing) sonatine — (long fic; work in progress)

💌 MARK LEE

20:20 pm — (timestamp) the spiderweb theory — (smau series; work in progress) endless nameless — (smau series; ongoing) there's nothing left for you — (drabble) remember summer days — (long fic; work in progress)

💌 HUANG RENJUN

two slow dancers — (drabble) bygone days — (drabble)

💌 LEE JENO

21:29 pm — (timestamp) operation ἐκλείπω (long fic; work in progress) oh fuck you cupid! — (long fic; work in progress)

💌 LEE DONGHYUCK

where do we go — (drabble) 02:09 am — (timestamp) oh fuck you cupid! — (long fic; work in progress) 06:10 am — (timestamp) june 20th — (drabble) missa solemnis — (drabble) should've been me — (drabble) boyfriend texts (smau oneshot) star — (drabble) haunted — (drabble) alright nancy drew! — (long fic; work in progress) send in the clowns — (long fic; work in progress)

💌 NA JAEMIN

junie — (drabble) you have one new voicemail from! — (oneshot) oh fuck you cupid! — (long fic; work in progress) 00:17 am — (timestamp) express moon — (long fic; work in progress) cupids chokehold — (long fic; work in progress)

💌 ZHONG CHENLE

unapologetically in love — (smau oneshot) you have one new voicemail from! — (oneshot) a day for love — (long fic; work in progress)

💌 PARK JISUNG

orbit of yours — (long fic) sincerely, a lovestruck fool — (long fic; work in progress)

💌 WAYV ꜜ

farewell, neverland — (long fic; work in progress)

💌 QIAN KUN

to the one i call love — (long fic; work in progress)

💌 TEN LEE

boyfriend texts — (smau oneshot) closure — (drabble) parenting chronicles — (long fic; work in progress) not now kitty cat! — (long fic; work in progress) easy there detective — (long fic; work in progress)

💌 DONG SICHENG

pareidolia — (drabble) limerence — (drabble; work in progress)

💌 XIAO DEJUN

buttercup — (smau series; work in progress) dal segno — (drabble) all flights are delayed — (long fic) r.i.p 2 my youth! — (long fic; work in progress)

💌 HUANG GUANHENG

dancing swords — (long fic; work in progress) r.i.p 2 my youth! — (long fic; work in progress)

💌 LIU YANGYANG

perfect moment — (smau series; work in progress) drop the controller! — (smau series; ongoing) space science — (drabble) delicate — (drabble; work in progress) r.i.p 2 my youth! (long fic; work in progress)

💌 NCT WISH ꜜ

nothing here yet..

#nct #nct 127 #nct dream #wayv #nct wish #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct drabbles #nct reactions #nct x reader #nct x male reader #𖠗 :📼: ۫ bookshelf.. !

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deadlypoetacademia · 1 year

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You know you are whipped when you start having dreams of fictional people

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bookshelf-in-progress · 2 months

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Daughter of the House of Dreams: A Fragment

Author's Note: This is the opening to a long-abandoned "Sleeping Beauty" retelling that I no longer plan to write, but I still like it as a piece of prose, and it sparked my enduring interest in second-person narration, so it feels relevant, and why should long-dead authors be the only ones who get to have their unfinished fragments published?

If you ever travel to Monetta City, be sure to visit Faraway Lane. Walk past the glittering new shops, and the shoppers in their bright silk dresses and top hats, and you'll find a cozy stone shop at the end of the street. This shop isn't grand and mighty like the other shops. It won't sniff and turn you away if your clothes aren't the latest fashion. It's a grandmotherly old shop that shakes its head at the prancing and preening of the younger shops, and invites you in instead. It holds no wares in its windows; it hardly has windows at all. But it has a warm and wide wooden door, with a shingle hanging above—Alessia Day, maker of dreams.

Don't ponder the sign's message too long—it means exactly what it says. Just slip inside, shut the door behind you, and look. Don't breathe too deeply, unless you want a week of crazy dreams, but allow yourself one gasp of astonishment. You won't be able to stop yourself. No living person has failed to feel awe toward the rows and rows of shelves, longer than streets and taller than palaces, filled to bursting with glass bottles in such bright colors that the dresses in the other shops' windows would weep in envy. Some bottles are the size of thumbnails. Most fit comfortably in the palm. Some are as large as breadboxes or steamer trunks or carriage horses, but the shelves manage to fit them all. And each bottle is filled to the brim with dreams.

If you don't understand, ask Alessia Day. You'll find her at a counter half a mile from the door, polishing bottles and humming a song you've heard but can't remember. She's an old woman now, and proud of it, but squint your eyes and start to daydream, and you'll see her as I remember her—a willow-wand girl with shining brown hair and eyes that sparkle with half-formed jokes.

Tell this girl how pretty she is (she'll laugh and call you crazy) and ask about her dreams. She'll tell you of her stock and sell you any dream you ask for—daydreams and pipe dreams, dreams of love, dreams of adventure, dreams of loved ones lost and loved ones found and people you've never met but wish you had. She'll show you dreams of lush and perfect islands, dreams where fishes fly through the air, and dreams where people swim the seas with fishes' tails. She'll pull down dreams that last a second but linger a lifetime, dreams that fill a month of stormy nights, dreams that fade on waking and dreams that drown out memories. If you let her, she'll talk of dreams until you drift off, and she'll bottle up your dream while you doze.

But if you're smart (I know you are) you'll step to the counter with a clear glass bottle, empty of everything but air, and ask for her story instead. She'd distill it in a dream for you, and be glad to do it—I once saw her whip it up in half a minute, and I'll bet she's even faster now. Buy the dream, but don't drink it right away. You won't be ready for it. Linger in the shop a while. Hear the story first from Alessia Day's lips, in that voice of hers that's sweeter than singing.

You won't believe half of it, but when you stagger from the shop and wander the empty, starlit streets, you'll ponder over passages until you stumble into bed at sunrise. And when you wake, the world will be different—you'll see tiny footprints on the windowsills, know things about the shadows on the walls, tip your hat to creatures in the corner of your eye, and realize there is another color no one else can see. You'll laugh and call it your imagination, but every second Tuesday, you'll start to wonder if the old woman was right, if the things she told you were true.

If you drink the dream she made, you'll know. I'll understand if you don't—some things are easier not to know. But if you do, and dream through her story, come to my house and ring the bell. My man will let you in—he'll know you by the wonder on your face. He'll bring you to my study, set you in my oldest, softest chair, and get us both settled with a steaming pot of tea. Then, once you've finished babbling, I'll close my eyes and tell you my part in the tale.

#the bookshelf progresses #i had completely forgotten the story that this was supposed to be the prologue to #then over the weekend i found the plot summary again #it was actually pretty cool #it was about this girl whose family served as the most prestigious dream-makers in the nation #because they provide dreams to the famed cursed and sleeping princess #and then she discovers that the princess could have been woken a bunch of times over the century #but her family prevented it because they didn't want to lose their cash cow #and then of course she has to find a way to break the curse #i don't know why i thought having this random dude as narrator was the way to go #(unless the story morphed a lot between initial idea and whatever story i intended to write with this prologue)#he was probably in the prince role #and would marry the princess while remaining friends with alessia #beyond that i have no clue what i was going for #(also i don't think i would do the 'he teams up with this girl and marries someone else' plot if i did it today #because i hate marian halcombe situations where the hero develops a strong dynamic with his adventure partner #only to for some inexplicable reason marry someone pretty and boring)#anyway today's a day where i want to write and don't really have time to #so i'm just posting this instead

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jasonsmirrorball · 3 months

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i dream of a future where i have an apartment of my own with a nice bathroom and a nice window to look out of and a kitchen that i’ll host in and a living room where sometimes i will invite a man over and kiss him on the couch before bidding him goodnight

#sweetaurore #i don’t know. i dream about this a lot. a bathroom where i can keep my things and a couch where i can kiss a lover #a bookshelf or two would be nice also.

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fairydrowning · 2 years

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China "Chongqing Zhongshuge" Bookstore.

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haologia · 2 years

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90’s love

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omtai · 6 days

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bwahhhh i’m so tired

#i had a dream i went to a loneliness museum and ash william’s chainsaw was there #and there was a big ole painting of gerard on the wall #her hair was short like 2015 length & wearing the camo jacket & standing infront of a bookshelf #i took a picture to show you guys but it’s on dream omtai’s phone unforch

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one-time-i-dreamt · 2 months

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I entered a building full of giant bookshelves with giant books, and in the middle of the building was a tiny city ran by giant robots. Then I saw someone randomly appear and say, “They’re coming,” and I instinctively hid behind one of the giant books. I woke up after that.

#dream #text #February 19th 2024 #bookshelf #book #books #queueueueueueueueueueueueueue

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samireads · 13 days

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이건 꿈이야

#dallergut dream department store #달러구트 꿈 백화점 #miye lee #이미예 #books #reading #bookblr #bookstagram #korean lit #korean literature #bookshelf

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archivist-dragonfly · 1 year

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Book 403

The Sandman: The Dream Hunters

Neil Gaiman / illustrated by Yoshitaka Amano

DC Comics / Vertigo 1999

This first edition of The Dream Hunters is quite nicely done. With lovely endpapers, quarter bound with an almost suede-like material, and one exquisite double gatefold by Amano, this is a beautiful production for a lyrical and lilting Sandman story. Written for The Sandman’s tenth anniversary, both Gaiman and Amano do an incredible job blending the elements of the story with those of an old Japanese folktale, and the result is an emotional episode that deepens the comic saga and enhances the characterization of the King of All Night’s Dreaming.

#bookshelf #illustrated book #library #personal library #personal collection #books #book lover #bibliophile #booklr #the sandman #the dream hunters #neil gaiman #yoshitaka amano #dc comics #vertigo #illustration #graphic novel #fiction

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brittanybwrites · 30 days

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Finally reading this after all this time…

#booklr #litblr #currently reading #from my bookshelf #once upon a dream #twisted tales #liz braswell

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steelycunt · 10 months

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would u ever.. share a picture of ur bookshelf perhaps… which copy of gio’s room do u have!!

hii!! i dont have a bookshelf but i do have some books on my desk (as below) but unfortunately the rest (the majority) of them are just. in piles on the floor or crammed into a cupboard (also below that one is so bad its worse than it looks...) my gio's room copy is the penguin modern classics!! i have a hardback copy too which you can see in the first picture but my paperback copy is the precious one i love her xx