📷 Thomas Vijayan
Golden Langur
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
almost home

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📷 Thomas Vijayan
Golden Langur

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“Soulmates.” Hob says, simply, and it feels like old magic to speak it into existence, to forge the bond between them into words at last. “You and I are soulmates. And I think that you are lonely, that you need and miss me when we’re apart… just as much as I miss you.”
“Soulmates.” The Stranger repeats, flatly, his sonorous voice barely a rumbling growl. “Hob Gadling, we are not soulmates.”
Illustration for my fic “Passing Stranger! (You Do Not Know How Longingly I Look Upon You)”, which you can find here on Ao3!
If I asked you now Will you be my prince Will you lay down your armour And be with me forever When you open me All the power in me moves How you want to see All the depths of me real When you open me All the power in me moves I feel real
(Two men in Love - The Irrepressibles)
Thanks for reminding me of that song @wordsinhaled, I immediately had to art and couldn’t stop until done. Also I miss the poppies so there you go.
Knight of the Dreaming
@sebikitcat gifted me this wonderful fanfic called “What dreams my come, when living is at an end” because of my knight! Hob picture/drabble and it has such a wonderful scene in chapter 2 where Hob becomes a knight of the Dreaming! I had to draw that, and although it is not perfect I hope you’ll like it. I had fun with comics style and being very simplistic with Dream.
This just somehow…happened?? I don’t even know anymore where to put my love for this character, can I just have him in my dreams forever pleeeease? have a Shakespeare sonnet instead of my rambling:
When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see, For all the day they view things unrespected; But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee, And, darkly bright, are bright in dark directed; Then thou whose shadow shadows doth make bright, How would thy shadow’s form form happy show To the clear day with thy much clearer light, When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so! How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made By looking on thee in the living day, When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay! All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.

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scientists are experimenting on cross-breeding a crab and a cheetah; things could go sideways real fast
Cyndi Lauper
Terracotta figurine of a fox scratching his neck (Greek, late 6th–early 5th century B.C.)
Image and text information courtesy MFA Boston.
it's literally the evilest thing in the world to finally have time to write but then be tired. like wow you're telling me these two hours before going to bed are completely free but my brain is just Not Feeling It? fuck off

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*Scrolls past*
*reluctant sigh*
*scrolls back up*
*rebogs*
Strawberries and a Ladybug! - Reza Sarrafi , 2025
Iranian, b. 1963 -
Oil on wood , 22 x 27 cm.
As this weekend ends with June 7th and it's been nearly a year since the end of the series and as I miss our centennial husbands, I put together three fanfiction rec lists with some tropes that are old favorites, hope you enjoy
For the first: Hob saves Dream from Burgess
A Canvas For Revenge by Sam_Salami (3.6k): Hob Gadling is a man of devotion and of loyalty. While saving his oldest friend from Roderick Burgess, he takes his time to turn the Nightmare King's torturer into a a blood-offering with methods he learned in his youth.
thinking 'bout you by Kyra_Maximoff (3.9k): Hob takes a job at the old Burgess house, and comes across the one thing he wasn't expecting to find.
A Dark Familiar Stranger by PH03N1X_360 (4.2k): It’s a wonder how strangled a man can feel if he cannot breathe, but he cannot die. In which the lack of air in the cage causes Dream to hallucinate and Hob breaks his Stranger out of the Burgess Mansion.
A Smart Man by meblogname (4.5k): Hob hears of one Roderick Burgess and suspects that the old man might have some skeletons hidden in his closet... or his basement.
his heart, beneath the floorboards by imnotcryingipromise (5.2k): Lieutenant Robin Stone attends an end of war celebration at the Burgess mansion in hopes of forgetting his ghosts for an evening, unaware of the familiar face entrapped beneath the floorboards.
Provenance by MeridianGrimm (6k): Hob likes to keep an eye on the occult community, and when he spots a familiar ruby at a party in 1926, he decides to investigate.
Poker face by fellshish (6k): Hob gets invited to a super secret exclusive poker game. At the Burgess manor.
The Love in Waiting by imnotcryingipromise (6.8k): In which Hob Gadling attends a summoning at the behest of a lady friend and ends up with more than he bargained for.
a lucky break(out) by cuubism (9.8k): Hob acquires a familiar ruby at an antiquities sale. Said ruby summons something else into his home as well.
Dreams are Reality in Waiting by Lalaith_Quetzalli (10.3k): Hob is a simple man, a man of principles, of convictions, with a simple life… except for where said life has lasted for several centuries now, he’s met beings that are both older and more powerful than any god, and is married to one of them! So maybe his life isn’t simple at all. Still, he’s the kind of man whose word means something; even when the person he gave his word to clearly never expected him to remember it…
That Old Witch Sleep by im_not-Corrupted (11.6k): In 1916, Roderick Burgess, intending to summon and imprison the Angel of Death, accidentally summoned Dream of the Endless to his basement. Though this was not what he intended, he constructs a cage of glass and iron with the intention of gaining something for his efforts, if not his son. There is one problem, though: Dream of the Endless does not wake up.
Broken Glass by Aria_Lerendeair (12.5k): Ever since their missed meeting four months prior, Hob has been seeing his Stranger in his dreams - trapped behind endless walls of glass. Hob has steadily been breaking the walls down, but he doesn't know what any of it means, or what it is doing. Until he finds his Stranger able to see him, standing on the other side of a single pane of glass, where he is trapped. This leaves him with only one possible option and way forward - rescue!
A Different Kind of Burn by Ruby_Casablanca (14.1k): Wherein Hob dreams of war, Morpheus dreams of an escape from his prison, and over the span of many years, they fall into dreams that blur the lines between friendship and something more.
Bloodhound by Moorishflower (15.7k): In 1989, drunk and heartsore and stumbling home from the soon-to-be-destroyed White Horse, Hob Gadling -- world's most loyal hound -- comes across a familiar-looking ruby in a pawn shop window.
For Want of Caution by mayanpaw (20.6k): Hob Gadling was not by nature a cautious man but even he knew the value of keeping track of those who would be too… intrigued by his condition. In 1926, a chance conversation in a bar alerts Hob to the fact that Roderick Burgess has captured another immortal, one that sounds eerily similar to his friend.
This Rough Magic by Avelera (36.6k, unfinished): After the disastrous 1889 meeting, Hob Gadling turned to the occult to find a way to contact his stranger and apologize. Yet despite becoming a fairly adept occultist in the process, Hob ultimately lost his nerve and never cast a single spell to contact Dream. Unfortunately, that was not the end of the matter, when Hob's dabbling brought him to the attention of Roderick Burgess, who is now convinced that Hob is a fellow Magus, capable of convincing Dream to give Burgess the gift he gave to Hob all those centuries ago: immortality. Now, Hob must use wits, magic, and a great deal of charm to convince Roderick Burgess he is indeed an ancient, powerful Magus who wants nothing more than to help Burgess become immortal too, if he is to get himself and Dream out of Fawney Rig.
In Waking Dreams by cuubism (49.3k, unfinished): In 1389, Hob married a man in his dreams, a lover conjured only by his imagination -- or so he thought. Five hundred years later, a mysterious ransom letter has Hob questioning everything he knew about his dream husband, who coincidentally disappeared from his dreams seventy years ago. Several miles away, trapped in a glass bowl, said husband is really regretting letting his marriage be only a story in dreams.
The Uses of Adversity by MonstrousRegiment (65.8k): What led Hob Gadling — at the time known as Robert Stranger, because he’d been in a permanent state of pettiness from 1889 to about 1904 and now he was stuck with it — to the dank, cold, and dark basement of the Burgess house on March of 1957 was not so much coincidence or fate as it was curiosity.
Edit: Now with links to the other two - Part two and part three
And for part three and the 7th of June here are some fics with Dream returning to the New Inn and Hob, happy dremling day and enjoy, part one and two
Feb 13: First by aquilathefighter (499): On the day Dream returns to Hob at the New Inn. They talk until the pub closes and go up to Hob's flat, where confessions occur.
Cobwebs by Torte (1.7k): Hob waits. It is all he can do. He sits at the table in the tavern, sometimes drinking, sometimes talking to other visitors. Mostly he just stares at the door and waits.
A Friend In Deed by SerenAur (2.2k): A take on how that first meeting in The New Inn went. Dream is in dire need of some kindness. Hob provides.
here for a reason by cuubism (2.6k): Hob's out for a walk when he stumbles on his old stranger, feeding birds and looking very sad.
pie of birds and grief and ocean water by Chrome (4k): “Yes,” he says. “But—humans, do you have it where you are hungry, and you only remain hungry so long, and then you stop being hungry?” His blue eyes meet Hob’s brown ones, and it feels as though they hold a memory between them of Hob at the old inn, wolfing down food. Do you know how hungry you can get when you can’t die? “And then it comes back,” Hob says. An unpleasant feeling gnaws at his gut, not unlike the sensation of hunger itself. “But yes, it comes and goes.” His friend nods. “I have found that after…some time, it is no longer a unique sensation.” “What does that mean?” “Do you feel your skin, Hob Gadling? Your bones?” “No,” he says. “Hunger, too, can be a part of you,” he says.
Hope, and a Bottle of Merlot by MDJensen (4.3k): In which two friends just want to visit their old tavern, one last time.
Soundless reunion by Ryunya (6k): After a century in silence, Morpheus escapes his captivity and finds himself unable to speak. It makes his reunion with Hob Gabling hard to navigate, but they manage.
simple dreams of comfort by softestpunk (6.7k): In his captivity, Dream thinks of Hob. His smile, his company, his touch, his love, his body, the life they might lead together. After his escape, he goes to visit the real thing, and gets more than he allowed himself to dream of.
The Weight Of Our Memories by RambleOnWaywardSon (6.9k): “Why don’t you have more faith in human nature?” Hob asked. Dream looked at him, eyes a little dark, squinting. “Why do you have so much?” he countered, slowly. Dream shows Hob where he's been, and Hob shows Dream something about how to heal.
You're Late by vampiringg (7.5k): The Sound of Her Wings but Dream shows up while Hob is in a lecture.
I Wanna Hold Your Hand by Moorishflower (7.5k): Hands are such a human thing, Hob thinks. To make, and shape, and create. The elegance of thumbs. Fashioned by thousands of years of slow and careful evolution for the sole purpose of holding. He wants to hold Dream. To rub their fingers together, that singularly human grasp, to push their palms flat, and their chests close, and he's not sure if he wants to hug his friend or cry on his shoulder, because he should have been there. He should have known. Hob has a hard time believing that Dream forgives him. He has an even harder time believing that Dream might want him back.
Maybe This Is All Just a Dream by my_written_minds (9.1k): When a man clad in all black walks through the door and admits Hob is his friend, Hob doesn't know whether to hug him or play it cool. When it is obvious something happened, something terrible, Hob doesn't know whether to hug him or play it cool. Again. In other words, Dream starts talking and doesn't stop. And suddenly these once a century dates are no longer once a century. More like once a week.
New Moon by Delta_Pavonis (11.5k): They continued to stare at each other and Hob felt the familiar coil of heat low in his belly. Well, that answered that question: still desperately attracted to him even after all these years. Picks up right where "The Sound of Her Wings" left off. How Hob and Dream's reunion (and the days, weeks, months after) go.
the first steps by chubsoneuropa (chubsonthemoon) (12.6k): Perhaps even dreams can change. Or: Dream and Hob, through the seasons.
My Emotional Support Raven by Sylcian_SPH_Legacy (13.3k): Hob Gadling left a long red arrow on the barrier to guide Dream to the New Inn. But what if he didn't? Cue a very lost (inside his own head) Dream and Matthew doing his best to help him (makes five hundred meters and understands emotions).
You found me by Avelera (15.2k): Hob Gadling is recently divorced and not in a good mental place when Dream walks into the New Inn over thirty years late for their appointment. So, instead of warmly welcoming Dream, Hob decides to finally give him a piece of his mind. As far as he's concerned, it's Dream's turn to be the good friend if he wants Hob back in his life. He was not expecting Dream to take him up on that challenge.
the melting press of the sun by cuubism (15.5k, unfinished): Returning to Hob felt like a formality, right until Dream stopped outside the crumpled skeleton of the White Horse Inn.
What We Build and What We Burn by queerofthedagger (23.5k): After Dream finally finds him in the New Inn, Hob struggles to rebuild his trust that this—Dream returning—will always be the case. At the same time, the concern that something has gone horribly wrong grows through meetings, dreams, and details that Hob shouldn't notice but does; not that Dream is much more forthcoming than in centuries prior. That's okay, though; if Hob has learnt one thing, it is how to be patient. Mostly.
the majesty of fantasy (protects me from tragedy) by im_not_corrupted (26.3k): This time, Dream’s imprisonment takes more from him. Upon escaping, he finds himself unable to move on. He is tired, even after regaining his tools and power, and cannot understand why he’s unable to shake off the effects of his time imprisoned. After Death suggests finding Hob Gadling, he finds The New Inn but does not walk inside. The idea of seeing the cruelty he has suffered first hand reflected in Hob is too terrible for him to bear, and so he returns to The Dreaming. After some prompting, though, he begins to visit Hob’s dreams. Somehow, he finds a safe space there in the company of his friend.
take it slow by im_not_corrupted (34k): After his duel with Lucifer and retrieving his stolen tools, Dream is injured and in pain. When he sees Hob, the man insists on helping him care for his wounds.
Another Word for Ache by Pellaaearien (111.8k): When Dream escapes his cage, he is starving in more ways than one. Weak and wanting, he goes in search of what will satisfy him.
Night Train
I want to feel all there is to feel, he thought. Let me feel tired, now, let me feel tired. I mustn't forget, I'm alive, I know I'm alive, I mustn't forget it tonight or tomorrow or the day after that.
Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine

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THE TERROR ▸ 1.09 the c, the c, the open c
Bookstore Madrid - Wijnand Driessen
Dutch , b. 1984 -
Oil on canvas, 140 x 100 cm.