Dead-Dreams

Day 20: Favorite Troublemakers: Ronan Lynch and Noah Czerny 

“Adam’s response was buried in the sound of the first-story door falling open. Noah slouched in. In a wounded tone, he said, “He threw me out the window!”

Ronan’s voice sang out from behind his closed door: “You’re already dead!”
― Maggie Stiefvater, The Dream Thieves

I was tagged amazing @the-magnificentbane (which is pretty cool bc we basically have the same URL bless :’). thank youuuu <3

Birthday: September 8th!!! A little over a week to go. 

Eye color: hazel

Hair color: rn it’s black with purple tips. but i change it a lot

Gender: demiboy holla

Relationship status: single and salty, like a pringle

Favorite subject: lighting (hs), history (college) 

First three songs on shuffle:

Bite-Troye Sivan 

A Little Less Sixteen Candles-Fall Out Boy 

The Room Where it Happens- Hamilton

Zodiac sign: Virgo

Siblings: an older brother 

Height: 5′4

Favorite colour: red or purple

Pets: nope :c

Wake up time: recently, around 10am

Last thing I googled: shoe organizer

Favorite books: Gray by Pete Wentz and The Bane Chronicles 

Favorite artists/bands: fall out boy, troye sivan, sia

Favorite tv shows: Shadowhunters, Daredevil, The Walking Dead

Dream jobs: makeup artist 

Why I made my blog: it was 5 years ago and i have no idea 

Love or lust: love

Lemonade or sweet tea: sweet tea

Cats or dogs: cats

Coke or Pepsi: coke 

Day or night: night

Text or call: text

Met a celebrity: ive met Haley Atwell, Robin Lord Taylor and Kat Graham ( total sweethearts)

Smile or eyes: eyes

Chapstick or lipstick: lipstick is so aesthetically pleasing even tho i don’t wear it. 

I tag @whips-and-arrows @fraywoodbane @my-darling-alexander @witchsighting and @aleclightwoke

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This track is a reminder that my dream of surfing space dust with Dandy will never come true.

My Dead Dreams // Open

Ever since Dieter was handed the case for Florence Marsh’s disappearance, he hadn’t been able to sleep.  This was going above and beyond his usual issues with sleep as it had now been 15 days since her disappearance, and 11 days since her body was found.  His own body was worn out, somehow still functioning despite all of the logical reasons it should have been crumpling in on itself, refusing to work until he got more sleep.  His avoidance of his own bed wasn’t even the issue anymore, though it certainly didn’t help things.  Eleven dogs were taking over that room anyway, not that it bothered him all that much, at least the bed was finally getting some actual use.  No matter how much his body ached and craved the rest it so rightfully deserved, his mind wouldn’t shut off as he internalized every shortcoming, not only of his own, but of the police department as a whole.  Any hopes of a promotion were long buried with the guilt of not being enough to help even one person who needed and deserved such a thing.  

Nature was bound to take it’s course and win in the battle of no sleep, and thus in the early hours of the first day in the month of March, Dieter finally drifted off to sleep, standing up in his shower.  What happened in the following hours were a mystery to him.  When his eyes snapped open, he was standing in the middle of the woods, his feet cold as they were only covered by his socks.  The rest of him was under dressed for such an outing as he was only wearing a pair of jeans.  His bare chest had been exposed to the cold of the morning for some time as his arms had started to go numb.  Looking around himself, Dieter found no clues as to how he got there or even why he was there, but that wasn’t the unsettling part of it all.  No, that would have been the strange symbols caked onto his skin with mud in some places and scratched onto him hard enough to draw blood in others.  "What the fuck…what the fuck…what the fuck?“  He repeated to himself, doing his best to rub off the now dried dirt before walking out of the woods and onto the road.

Staying to the side of the road, he followed it back into town, trying his best to keep himself together.   Part of him wanted to piece together what happened, why he was standing out there by himself, but it was more than just the cold morning that was keeping him from investigating.  All of this was terrifying to him, remembering his past was one thing, but potentially reliving it was something else entirely.  About halfway to his place, he could feel someone watching him, and why wouldn’t they?  He must have looked like a mess.  Still, he had to try and look like he wasn’t walking home from god-knows-what and act like this was a normal part of his morning.  Like somehow, this had all been planned.  Waving at the person, he tried to force himself to smile.  "Morning.  Really nice weather we’re having lately, isn’t it?”