Tim Burton - Tumblr Posts
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HO-ho, Santa's naughtiest elf ...... BLEH !
“The Jester’s Children” (Ft. Ink Jester, aka I.J for short and 12 skele kids)
I used Tim Burton style on this drawing, looks both nice and eerie.
(Not a ship psot)
Me and clocky:D
heres a draiwnt I did of us as Victor and Emily!!
beetlejuice neon sign!
Her skin is white cloth,
and she's all sewn apart
and she has many colored pins
sticking out of her heart.
She has many different zombies
who are deeply in her trance.
She even has a zombie
who was originally from France.
But she knows she has a curse on her,
a curse she cannot win.
For if someone gets
too close to her,
the pins stick farther in.
Heaven Knows I’m miserable now🍂
Jeremy Frazier x Fem!reader
( Reader has mother and step- dad who they hate…also a dog because why not. Reader is female , grunge and your usual angst filled teenage girl.
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The car ride into Winter River was long..boring and almost painful ; the dark green ford mustang carrying the family and the bags sped up eventually, ending the silence and the ride. Y/N L/N stepped out of the vehicle first, sliding her headphones off her head and onto her neck in the process . She stretched out , yawned and grabbed a bag, eyes stuck on the building ahead ; the murder house . The house her Step father had bought since it was “so cheap “ and that “the thing that the happened there can be forgotten about with new memories “ . She rolled her eyes , remembering how happy her mother had been when they bought the house .
“and where are you off to so soon? “ Alan, the overly positive idiot who had moved into Y/n’s life and forced her to move away from her…somewhat enjoyable life before , stepped out , a smile tainting his features and causing most of his face to wrinkle on the process. He moved away from the car before Y/n could even speak, opening the front door before turning , “look at that..! All the vintage furniture still intact..!” He almost gasps out , oh so positive about a literal murder house.
Y/N , now somewhat annoyed by her step father’s interest in whatever she was about to do…even though he’d ignored her for the two hour long car ride quickly ran past . Bags in her hands as she darts into the house, up the stairs and into the only room that seemed fully lived in ; Jeremy’s Frazier’s still intact , still lived in…room.
The bags quickly get thrown onto the floor and the bed now dipped in by the girl, she sighs out before leaning back . Her eyes trained ahead onto the ceiling before tears blur her vision , ruining what should have been a moment of peace . Her hands find themselves into her hair , messily running through it before a heavy bang from the corner of the room shoots her back up. Her head snaps in the direction, pushing off the bed before she moves to check it out. Her eyes scanning the various grunge band posters, vinyls , the record player , the wardrobe which now appeared open…it was locked shut last time the family had visited their new home. She shrugs , maybe the house estate agent had opened it?.. whatever had happened , she didn’t care. She didn’t care about any of it..the murder house..the new guy who’d turned her and her moms life inside out and then left and then massively right into what seemed like a chaotic mess of a situation. She sighs out, bending down to pick up a book that had fallen ; the handbook for the recently deceased . She looks around before opening a window , her eyes catching sight of something..no no someone moving in the treehouse . She blinks before the figure disappears, maybe she was just tired or maybe her eyesight was playing up , she had just spent 2 hours in a moving car staring down at her phone and only occasionally staring out of the window before the next song played into her headphones . She shrugs before scanning the book, turning it over to read the back and then the front . Her fingers dancing along it before they hesitate to open it, she scoffs out ; finally making the decision to open it before the door slams open.
Her eyes snap up, book hidden behind her back as her eyes focus on…nothing? The door bounces back , slamming shut again before slamming open, hitting the wall and causing a couple of posters to fly off the wall. Leaving Y/N stood there , posters a mess around her ; some hanging off the wall, some still stuck , some sideways now and some just flying through the air of the cold, almost quiet room. The book slipping from her fingers , slamming onto the floor before almost flying from its position and into the closet . Y/N moves to follow it, only for the closet to slam in her face and lock. She scoffs out, her first slamming onto the wood before the bedroom door slams shut again, she groans out .
“I hate this house..!!” She screams out , causing the nearest adult ; Alan to run upstairs , his hand pushes the door open before he scans the now neat and untouched room, he smiles over at Y/N , his hand dropping the bernese mountain dog puppy in the process . He stands there, almost expecting his step daughter to speak before he nods at her , looking around the room
“so are you keeping the room..the same?” he hums out , his eyes scanning everything almost judgementally , the way his lip quivers up into its usual concrete , unbreakable , overly happy and warm smile .
“mhm.” Y/N rolls her eyes , moving to scan the room ; confused due to the fact everything had returned to normal in only a matter of seconds .
Buddy, the 3 month old puppy eagerly running around the room in the process of y/n trying to rethink everything and also try seem like she was putting effort into her step fathers boring little conversation.
“really..? you don’t..want a change of anything..? you know this is where..the uh-“
“i know.”
“but..i mean..its a teenage boys room and he was..you know.. he did horrible and-“
“i know, i like the room.”
“but it’s so dark and..i mean look..! look at the posters, the…the books..this isn’t you-“
“no, it is me. You wouldn’t know because the moment you met me, you immediately talked about moving and changing .” Y/N snaps her head back over to the man, watching his little positive performance crumble in a matter of seconds due to her words.
Alan scoffs , “fine but..we’re getting rid of the clothes in the closet . He could have killed those innocent parents of his and then…then changed.” He tries to smile, only to realise the teenage girl stood before him didn’t actually care..nor was she actually listening since her eyes had darted over to the puppy now sniffing aggressively over at the closet.
“uh huh…” She sighs out , her hands moving to open the closet causing the puppy to bark and snarl , his ears pricking , tale shooting up like some sort of tv aerial , fur standing up, stance almost wide and heavy on the wood like a stone statue . His eyes wide and trained to the pile of clothes .
Y/N moves to push Buddy out of the way, weirded out by her dog’s new behaviour towards the closet that was locked only ten minutes ago. She scoffs out , looking back at her step father , “well aren’t you going to take the clothes then.? since you mentioned it..might aswell go do it now..!” She sarcastically hums out , moving to grab a trash bag, opening it before handing it to the now dumbfounded Alan. Pushing back him, grabbing her phone and putting her headphones on in the process . Clicking the play button for her playlist , sighing out once she slides down the banister and jumps down a couple of the steps. Letting the Smiths fill her ears , she scans around ; hoping to catch a glimpse of her mom. She stops , half way to the kirchen and only a step past the living room door , turning back to the man sat in the chair watching the tv . She fully turns , staring at him…almost confused by the fact the old tv still worked : it wasn’t plugged in and..also by the stranger now sat so snuggling in the old chair . She blinks for a moment, the tv still playing but the man gone. She shrugs , turning and moving into the back yard , sighing before pushing the back door open. Her eyes falling onto the sea of light orange , dark orange , green and red leaves from the nearby trees . She moves , pushing her phone into the pocket of her dark blue jean flares , carefully smoothing out her oversized white wool jumper . She sighs before moving to climb the tree house , hands gripping the wood as she pulls her self up , eyes stuck ahead before she catches sight of a figure moving .The figure pacing , repeating things to..himself..?
“got to get them out.” He repeats , over and over . Stopping once Y/N reaches the last wooden block, pulling herself up before she stares wildly up at the teenage boy , his face hard and almost wide as he looks around . He chuckles before his hand moves , “sorry..pretty girl..” He smirks before pushing her down, causing Y/N to lose her grip , stumbling back before her hand slips from the wood, pulling one of the blocks with her as she falls. Her body falling limp onto the ground , her eyes momentarily fluttering between staying wide and closing , her hand moving upto to her hair ; checking for the now painful sensation hitting all around her head .
(I apologise for any spelling mistakes, please please leave your opinion on this cause i crave validation the same way a starved dog craves food )
i would sell my soul to live in a tim burton movie
DAILYFLICKS 20K EVENT: FAVORITE FALL/HALLOWEEN FILM PER MEMBER ↳ CORPSE BRIDE (2005) — Liz (@spookys)
Tell me my dear, can a heart still break after it stops beating?
did my usual make up but like if i was one of those tim burton characters
i spent so long in the darkness
i’d almost forgotten how beautiful the moonlight is.
Catwomen
My 10 favorite movie directors ever (Steven Spielberg, Christopher Nolan, James Cameron, Tim Burton, Peter Jackson, Wes Anderson, Robert Zemeckis, George Lucas, Michael Bay and Chris Columbus)
✧*̥˚ the absolute best duo! *̥˚✧
tim burton style self portrait i did for my art class 👍
They don't make movies like these anymore