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[the-apocrypha]

the fourth dimension Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling || T || 8k || Complete for the @mr-sadman spring exchange - specifically, for @dsudis

Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Retired Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Human Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Panic Attacks, Dissociation, Hurt/Comfort, Time Blindness

Most days, Dream could not tell you how many years ago he was made human. Or, if you like, how many years he has been human for. 

It is not that, if the information were pressingly required, Dream could not determine the number. He is capable of the mathematics. But the figure is a derived quantity his brain must summate, rather than a living, growing thing rooted in the backs of his retinas or on the tip of his tongue. It is a number that does not relate the innate softness of a stolen sweater, nor the texture of pencil calluses upon the hands, nor the taste of tea from a mug so beloved that it has been glued back together twice. In the grand scheme of things, the number is as fictional as the difference between Tuesdays and Wednesdays. 

However, when Dream does care to undertake the math, the starting point is on Hob’s left wrist. Dream put it there, so he would always know where to find it.

This morning in particular, it is wedged under the pillow Hob has octopused himself around and also copiously drooled on in the night. Usually Hob would be octopused around Dream himself, allowing easy access to his wrist, but it is spring, and so allergies leave Hob a primordial swamp of saliva and mucous in the night hours no matter how much medication he takes. 

Dream’s love has limitations. 

And so, the pillow.

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[fazcinatingblog]

No offence but the "go dogs" looks so weak and forced as if he's been getting welcoming messages from pies fans all week and he's like OH NO I'M STILL A DOG I SWEAR SEE LOOK I GOT A DOG TATTOO and he points to the patty blue eyes tattoo on his chest and

[lonelycowgirls]

OF COURSE I thought I’d met my husband today because he was coming onto me at a work event, asked for my number and bought me a drink, but OF COURSE I stalk him later on social media to see that he’s married with children

[stormxpadme]

Year of the OTP April - Peace

A new oneshot in the RING OF FIRE collection is online.

In which Logan and Jean go for a swim in the Danger Room.

@yearoftheotpevent

[legobenkenobi]

the way Obi-Wan writes about Cody in his journal is so tender for a lot of reasons but one i’m thinking about a lot is how it’s probably one of the very, VERY few remaining pieces that preserves who Commander Cody ACTUALLY was, outside of the chip and being forced into Order 66.

Obi-Wan is memorializing Cody along with all the people who were important to him for Luke and anyone who comes after to see because he knows no one else will and also that no one else spent the war with Cody like he did and got to know him in that strange, intimate way of being on the front lines together.

he’s keeping Cody alive in those pages despite everything, despite not knowing the truth about the chips. ohhh im so ill

[obae-me]

The door to the common room opened as the eldest let himself inside, a curious arch to one of his eyebrows. "So here's where you all were," Lucifer sighed suspiciously, taking note of how everyone-- including MC-- was shifting in their seats, trying not to smile. "Do I even dare ask what--" The corner of his eyes spotted a small creature sneaking up behind him. His hand immediately pressed to his chest, his lips forming a tightly pressed line as he seemingly lost the air in his lungs. Catching his composure, he turned his head back to his brothers and the human in his care, shooting them all a frustrated glare. "What the hell is this doing here?"

The demon of Pride gestured down to the fluffy black and brown puppy that was no bigger than his shoe and currently busy attacking one of his shoelaces. His gaze did not leave the pup for a single second.

"I'm makin' some money. Don't worry about it," Mammon assured him, leaning back against the couch and observing his older brother with a deeply focused gaze. "Dogsittin' for a day or two."

Asmo and Satan shot each other competitive looks from across their seats.

Annoyed that he wasn't consulted first, Lucifer shook his head a bit as the puppy bounded away from his shoe and towards a dust bunny on the ground. "Well, as always, you're doing a terrible job," he huffed, quickly stepping forward and scooping the animal off the ground and tucked against his chest with one arm. The other free hand was used to pull the dust and fluff from the creature's mouth. "You mustn't have anything on the floors. They need to be looked after constantly. Not to mention a strict schedule." The puppy licked at his fingers and chewed playfully at his tie, tugging on it. "Honestly... as if any of you are responsible enough to take care of anything. Isn't that right, little one?" As he spoke, he began to take a few steps back towards the doors, scratching under the dog's chin with his eyes closed and just the faintest touch of pink on his cheeks. Lucifer left just as quickly as he came, taking the dog with him.

All the brothers leapt to their feet, pointing at each other.

"I told you he wouldn't gasp! That's five Grimm!" Asmo pointed towards Satan, who cursed and groaned in annoyance.

"But," Mammon smirked, a little smug laugh following his words. "He swore. Which means little Belphie has something he owes me." The youngest rolled his eyes before chucking his Grimm at the demon of Greed.

Beel finally spoke up with a grin on his face. "He did the baby voice at the end. So that means Levi gives me snacks right?"

"W-what?! That didn't count! So what if he gushed just a little?.... Alright fine, whatever, I'll let you have my pudding..."

The human looked at each and every one of them, more of a devilish look in their eyes than usual. "Do we want to make bets on if he's snuggling the puppy right now?" Everyone seemed to snap to attention at that. MC grinned. "The person who gets the best photo of him cuddling wins 20 Grimm."

[renstrapp]

Winter approaches and with it... weather so cold it hurts to cry 😿 Will Molly and Lou heal from their breakups this semester? Only time will tell... Pre-order How Could You, my debut graphic novel published by Oni Press and lettered by @catskullery

[realbeefman]

there should’ve been more cannibalism in house md. it wasn’t that kind of show but i just think cuddy shouldve been chewing on house’s guts like a beautiful gazelle grazing in the savanna

[leveloneandup]

The Return of CP23

[voidcat]

notes: implied power imbalance, ex!hoshina soichiro, glossed over kinda but both him and reader are a bit weird about one another

Soichiro pats your head and always talks in a tone different than he uses for others. Cooes at you, talks like he’s guiding you through something or protecting you— cherry on top, though is how he'll look at you, really look at you, no more of that condescending of infantilzaing behavior, eyes open and you can see his pupils- like a predator's yet something akin to warmth, the most kindness he could even gather.

he pats you on the head and looks, "you still that innocent little kid with those big curious eyes, y'know?" and along the lines you can hear him ask silently, 'what do you want from me one last time?'

it's been years and it it still the same, if you could calculate how long you've spent with one another, as something- acquaintances, maybe- perhaps friends if you decided to expand the borders of the term. for someone you've known for so long, the time spent together is so little, yet none of it is up for comparison. not when you know the years inbetween he kept an eye on, and you always had an ear in the open, waiting for any mention of his name in the passing. the invisible hand that always reaches out from behind the shadows and that serpentine smile etched onto your memory forever.

maybe to the untrained eye, it'd appear soichiro will forever hold this power over you- that comes with all difference between your ranks once, with experience, age and everything else. yet the leash stands in your hand, his hand wrapped around yours tightly, offering it to you on golden platter with that smile always creating a storm at the pit of your stomach.

[ryanwinsatlife]

Reblog this post if you (a person who experiences sexual attraction, even if only sometimes or under certain conditions) would be happy to spend the rest of your life in a relationship with someone and never once have sex with them.

(This is the post I got this idea from. To be clear, I wholeheartedly agree with op)

[marvel-lous-guy]

Peter: CAN YOU HEAR ME!? GUYS! I'M STUCK IN THE ELEVATOR!

Friday: Peter, 'guys' is a gendered pronoun, I would recommend an alternative term like 'folks', 'team', 'crew' or 'everyone' as to not offend or cause discomfort to members of the team

Peter: FOLKS! I'M STUCK IN THE ELEVATOR!

[stoportotouch]

gilbert and sullivan fans really do behave like a bunch of hobbyless freaks.

[traumatizedartist]

Random thing I just finished

In my AU Khan, Nori, and uzis teacher(who I'm naming Lewis) are dating

Khan and Lewis started dating after their significant other passed(stole that idea from an old @triocat post)

Whan Nori came back she was like, "Yay new husband" and they lived happily ever after lol

[chaos-potat]

Why am I so nervous to follow back??? I've liked so many of their posts and their art is so much better than mine. I need to just follow, they already follow me, they're so cool tho why do they follow me????

[eleanorenchanted]

Get you a man who cannot contain his excitement when he sees you