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Thinking abt Dream "No mortal has loved me without coming to ruin" of the Endless and Hob "Then ruin me, Christ have me, just do not go where I cannot follow" Gadling....

Dream really could be in his most messed up, eldritch and incomprehensibly horrifying shape and Hob would just sigh, say "That kind of day, huh?" and sit down next to him, pull out his phone and show the cosmic entity cat videos until it remembers it can be small like a cat, too. When the cat gets the thought it would like to kiss the human, it remembers it can be anthropomorphic. The Dreaming is in awe. Lucienne is nearly crying because Hob manages to get her lord back into a shape capable of communicating so quickly.

I choose to believe Dream had a thing with Lucifer because a) they have huge Exes energy and b) imagine him having to tell literal medieval peasant Hob Gadling that he used to be fuck buddies with Actual Satan

(my hand slipped)

“You are more beautiful than the Morningstar herself before she fell,” Dream murmurs, tracing the line of Hob’s shoulder blade with gentle fingers.

Hob chuckles, cozy and worn out and half-asleep. “Baseless flattery,” he says.

“Hardly baseless,” Dream says, fingers trailing down along Hob’s spine, lips following in their path, reverent. “Lucifer in her greatest glory did not inspire in me the same pleasure to look upon as you do.”

Hang on.

“Hang on,” Hob asks aloud. “She?”

Dream hums. “That is how she currently thinks of herself. It was not always so. It will likely not always be so.”

“And you. Looked upon her,” Hob pieces together, post-coital brain taking a minute to build up enough of a head of steam to start drawing a conclusion.

Dream hums again.

“Before she fell.”

“Yes,” Dream says, his attention splitting away from Hob’s back.

“Actual Satan,” Hob says. “We are talking about. Actual Satan.”

“That is not her preferred epithet, but yes.”

“Forgive me for insulting the devil,” Hob says, half serious in the face of Dream’s perfectly serious tone.

“She does not like to be called that, either.”

“Lucifer, then,” Hob says. “And you… looked upon her…”

“As I look upon you now,” Dream says, voice soft and sleepy and almost enough to make it sound normal.

Almost.

“And I find I enjoy looking upon you far more,” he adds.

Hob.

Is uncertain how he feels about being compared compared favourably to Actual Lucifer.

But he does think Dream just called him hotter than hell.

#dream: this is going to be SO romantic i am the BEST at pillow talk #hob: what the FUCK via @softest-punk​

God: Teenagers, as part of their growing independence and ability to take care of themselves, will tend to be night owls, allowing parents to care for younger children in the morning.

Humans: So you're saying that teenagers are lazy and we need to beat them to make them responsible adults.

God: No, this is a good thing! Now you have someone to watch over your tribes and homes while the rest of you sleep!

Modern society: If you can't operate during the day like everyone else, you're useless to us.

I would be unstoppable if I were allowed to be nocturnal.

A character arc where the character who did terrible things and regrets them is forced to live, to put one foot in front of the other and find healing, who chooses to pour goodness into the world and make the world a better place

Is more satisfying to me than a character arc where the character who did terrible things and regrets them is redeemed through death

99.9% of the time.

There was a tumblr post about this where basically it was "redemption isn't about people forgiving you because you do better now, it's about you doing better even if no one forgives you."

And honestly this post changed my view on redemption arcs and on the "Redeemed Through Death" arc.

Americans, vote like your life depends on it because if this bill passes it literally will. They’re straight up trying to make it legal to arrest people for existing as LGBT.

If any of your sneering people think “Oh, it’s just the transsexuals; no one cares”, I guarantee you that once they strip rights from us, they’ll just move on up to the next group on the hierarchy, because that is and always has been how fascism works.

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i nominate this for post of the decade

Seeing a lot of people not from the uk not understanding who Larry the Cat is and his role in UK politics

Larry the Cat is no. 10’s official mouser. He lives at No. 10 and catches mice. He has held this position for over a decade

When shit is going down and all the news crews are hanging outside no. 10 waiting for something to happen he’s usually also hanging around outside so when there’s not much visual happening but they don’t want to cut away from the outside of No. 10 we all just watch Larry

He is often seen standing by the door waiting to be let in

He is the most competent person at No. 10

I love how tumblr is reverse chronological order so when your mutual starts having a blorbo breakdown overnight you get to start with the insane conclusion and work your way back to where they first went off the rails.

no such thing as wasting your 20s your 20s are for recovering from whatever the fuck happened to you as a kid so that youre ready to get weird with it in your 30s

a lot of young girls need to realize that keeping friendships alive gets so hard after high school/uni and that you have to actively nurture your friendships if you want them to last yes even the friendships of 2 decades….. your 20s are so disorienting and trauamtizing no one can afford to take friendships for granted… everybody worries about not finding a romantic partner lets start worrying about being friendless by the time you hit 30

a group of wizards playing "dont let it touch the ground" with a magic missile, giggling like children and bouncing it back and forth like a balloon, until one of them drops it and dies screaming in the most horrific explosion you've ever seen. the other wizards are unphased and continue the game with a new missile like nothing happened.

everytime my brother goes to the grocery store he sends me a pic of the entire shelf of alternative milks like a fucked up game of where's waldo where i have to tell him which brand of oat milk i want within 60 seconds or he won't get me any

just saw a post written by a very kind and tolerant person politely explaining in detail why it is rude to listen to music/watch stuff on your phone in public without earbuds. I'm glad people patient enough to do that exist, since the only explanation I could possibly offer is "because you aren't the protagonist of this grocery store"