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.
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.
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
