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[cuubism]

If you’re still doing it you KNOW I’m a slut for the physical therapy au 👀👀👀 (🤘five-and-dimes)

@five-and-dimes I had to go and actually WRITE more but here it is XD. don't know if this is in the end of chapter 9 or if there'll have to be an epilogue. fuck.

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Dream is fidgeting. Shifting back and forth on the balls of his feet, rubbing his fingers together. Hob watches this for a few minutes before finally saying something. “Are you worried he’s going to show up? Because I’ll throw him out.” “I know you will,” Dream says. Still, he keeps watching the room nervously, all the people meandering around, chatting amongst themselves. “It’s not that. It’s… what if they all hate it?” Hob takes his hand and squeezes it. “Did you used to get nervous before?” “Sometimes. But I knew, at least, that I felt confident in what I had made. What anyone else thought of it was of less importance.” He looks up at the painting they’re closest to, a large, cool-toned piece. “I still feel sometimes that it is not right, now.” “Maybe it’s right for now,” Hob says, and Dream looks at him questioningly. “Didn’t most famous artists have seasons? They didn’t always work in the same style for their whole careers.” “I suppose that’s true.” He sighs. “I am still getting used to it.” “You also don’t have to sell them, if you don’t want to,” Hob points out. “Remove that whole bit from the equation.” “I want to know that I can,” says Dream. “That this, as a career, is not hopeless.” “I’ll buy them,” Hob swears. “One, that would result in a net of zero money coming in. Two—” his lips twitch up— “you can’t afford me.” “You’re right, I can’t. You should have tipped your physical therapist, then maybe I could.” “I’m already sleeping with my physical therapist, now I have to pay you as well?” “Sex can’t buy paintings, Dream,” Hob says sadly. “Well, unless…” “Hmm. Perhaps I’ll just do a portrait of you for my next exhibition,” Dream muses. “A nude one.” “Hell yeah,” Hob says, and Dream, evidently anticipating a no, starts giggling. “Just don’t sell it. Makes me feel weird to think of some random guy with one of my nudes above their mantlepiece.” “One of your nudes?” Dream asks, raising an eyebrow. “There are others I’m unaware of?” Hob just winks at him.

#dream's exhibition #physical therapy fic #ask #five-and-dimes #:)

[magnusbae]

I mean, I can't NOT prompt "Emotions are a luxury I don't have time for." with Dreamling 👀

🤘 five-and-dimes

OKAY ADMITTEDLY it does fit Dreamling very well doesn't it—? I was going to give half an hour per piece and accidently digressed way too much with this one..... whoops...? Thank you for the prompt dear 🥰💖

Dreamling || 1,174w || lowkey hurt/comfort but with ~hope

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“Don’t you feel anythi— fuck.” Hob stops, forcing the words back down with a thick swallow. He cannot afford himself to speak in anger, no matter how badly it burns in his veins, no matter how scourged by Dream’s aloofness he is. It doesn’t matter that he should have the right for anger. Dream is simply not a being you could, or should, be angry with if you hope to keep him in your life.

Angry or not, justified or not. Hob wants him in his life, very much.

“Dream, listen.” Hob starts, running a hand over his own face, nails scratching uncomfortably over the side of his cheek. “I get it, okay.” He really doesn’t but this is not the point “but seriously, you do have feelings, I know that you have…” his voice wavers and he gestures at the space between them, unable to voice it lest Dream would flee again. “Please.” his voice strains with the burden of it all. Wanting so much, needing so much—being forbidden from even voicing it, let alone having it.

"Emotions are a luxury I don't have time for.” Dream’s voice is deep, booming, as aloof as it could possibly get. He sounds like he’s reading a ready-made script, like he’s following the lines long since prepared.

Hob recoils, physically takes a step back, wants a distance between himself and Dream’s rejection. He should have expected it, in fact, he assumed he might get worse and yet— “Bulshit.” The short silence that follows is pregnant with tension, both momentarily silenced by Hob’s boldness. Hob is as surprised by it as Dream, apparently is.

Dream comes around first, eyebrows knotting, storms cracking in the depths of his eyes. His lips thin, the corners tug down and then he opens his mouth to deliver what Hob is sure would be either a really bad reprimand or his final words to him.

He cannot have it. If only for the simple fact that he doesn’t only want Dream in his life, but factually needs him. He doesn’t know what’s life would be worth without knowing that in the end of every story there will be Dream to share it with, a confidant, a keeper of his journey.

“I think that you’re afraid—” the words rush out without a thought, he steps forward, hurrying to finish before this would blow out of proportion “—because I know that I am petrified.” The words burn true on his tongue, there’s a dull ache in his chest, his lungs feel too full and empty of air. “I am horrified that you might leave, I am terrified that you might not lo— accept this, I am…” he swallows, his throat is closing with the emotion of it all. He cannot stop, not now that he had finally started. “I get it Dream, I know that you are, that we are… different but…. “ His hand falls by his side, no amount of gesturing would express what he feels.

He runs out of words. He was so certain he had them all when this conversation started, now he can hardly even remember what brought it about. He didn’t prepare for it as well as he thought, he doesn’t know how to word it, how to phrase it in a way that would convince Dream to give this, them, a chance. Damn.

His chin drops and he stares at the ground, burning disappointment makes his hand tremor. He closes his fist.

He is no poet, no storyteller, no writer. He is no Dream to pick and choose the right words. He’s only a man. Only a man who loves a being beyond his comprehension, very, very much.

Fuck, fuck it all. Fuck. He is about to lose him, isn’t he?

The pain in his gut is a twisting thing, like a knife slicing through the guts. Shitty death, he’d know. He dares to glance up when Dream doesn’t speak, half expecting to see him gone. Instead, there’s something softer in Dream’s eyes when he meets them. For the first time, Hob’s attention is drawn to the unnatural void in those eyes, the glint of distant stats. This is…

“Am I…” his mind struggles through the spell of dizziness, his consciousness readjusting its grasp of the surroundings. The shadows are longer, the shapes are bent a little too far, the colors are not quite right.

“I am dreaming.” He understands when he finally sees the landscape for what it is, Dream, for who he is. “Oh shit.” His cheeks color red, he is aware of the incredibly uncomfortable material of the shirt he used to wear some few hundreds years ago.

“I yanked you into my dream, haven’t I.” This is, even more than before, not how he had hoped to confess. Not even close.

“Hob,” Dream’s voice bleeds to every fiber of the dream-scape, infusing it with power, making it feel tangible, more clear, in focus. “You dream very loudly.” There’s an odd note to his voice, if Hob was to attempt and pinpoint it, he’d have to admit it sounds like astonishment.

“Sorry,” he answers, abashed. “I, uh, suppose you can’t just…” he gestures at his own head with a motion that resembles wiping chalk off of a board. “Maybe…?” he adds, hopefully.

He doesn’t regrets his feelings. He would, though, like to at least be awake when Dream rejects him, It feels only proper.

The idea of simply not raising it up at all is one that had crossed his mind frequently, and yet he knows that sooner or later he’d slip again, that he wouldn’t be able to to continue pretending like this isn’t an integral part of who he is, like this isn’t something that he feels.

Sooner or later, he’d tell Dream of The Endless that he is helplessly, hopelessly, truly and deeply— in lov…

A finger again his lips distracts him from his thoughts. “Very loudly.” Dream scolds quietly, wistfully. He sighs then, the weight of it almost buckles Hob’s knees. Dream seems to ready himself, like he is expecting a great deal of suffering and is braving himself for it. He looks exhausted. Worn down. Won over.

Hob immediately dislikes that look, it speaks too much of Dream’s past. Too much of what had made Dream as closed off as he is. Too much of what hurt him so badly. Hob wants him to be…

“Very well, Hob Gadling.” Dream’s words distract Hob from his thoughts again “We shall speak of it further in the waking world, according to your wishes.” Dream looks away into the distance, his finger lingering on Hob’s lower lip, it’s cool. “I must go now, so long.”

He does not sat farewell. Hob’s mind centers around it. Between one eye blink and another, Dream is gone, golden sand scattering behind.

“What…?” Hob’s mind is already fuzzing into an incoherent haze of shapes and shadows, only distantly concerned with what just transpired.

Only vaguely he wonders if he should feel loss, or…not?

#Listen I had no idea what I was going for as I started and didn't for the entire time. BUT STILL. #My only rule for tonight's write-in is to go along with anything regardless of my personal feelings about the matter XD #So here we are~ I hope you like it!! 💖💖💖 #Dreamling #Dreamling fic #The sandman #dream of the endless #hob gadling #dream #hob #buns.w #buns.all #msg #I absolutely should stick to 200-300 words and no rewrites moving on though esgterhbrtdthrt #five-and-dimes

[oldshowbiz]

Arrow Cut Rate

#department store #five and dime #vintage

[im-not-corrupted]

Oh I would adore to hear about bygone sin, I’m obsessed with that fic! (🤘five-and-dimes)

Of course!

Chapter five is actually mostly complete! I say mostly because I haven't begun edits yet, and I'm still incredibly unsure whether it's what I need it to be. But once I finish stuff for the Sandman fic exchange, I'll start edits.

”Dream,” he murmured, and he seemed—unsure. Nervous. “I know I asked already, but are you—are you sure you’re alright?” When Dream didn’t reply, he lowered his voice. It was but a whisper, now, shared only between the two of them. Perhaps, in another circumstance, Dream might’ve found it…somewhat intimate. Perhaps. ”It’s okay if you aren’t,” Hob assured him. “You’re allowed to not be okay.” He tensed again. That, there—that was anger, flashing bright red and ugly, but it was familiar. It was heated, melted away the remnants of fear that gripped him when that glass shattered like it did, and he glared up at Hob Gadling, who simply stared back, unafraid. Later, he’d wonder when that had happened. When Hob Gadling became unafraid of him. When they had grown familiar enough to warrant only a soft sigh, one that sounded almost disappointed. For now, though—for now, he allowed himself to ask through gritted teeth, “Why would I not be alright, Robert Gadling?” To not be is a weakness, Dream wanted to add. Do you think me weak? He thought of his hand, bleeding from a knife wound, and the tenderness with which Hob cared for him. He thought of the comfort offered and bestowed upon him as though it was so easy. It was not the suggestion of weakness that inspired anger, not really. It was the knowledge that, in the end, Hob Gadling was right. Dream was weak—he relied so heavily on these meetings that he attended only to repay a damned debt, he sought out Hob’s company not because his presence was owed to the other man but because, somehow, Hob had started to…to represent something.  Warmth. Friendship. Care, which was the most baffling out of all of them. Hob offered all these things easily, simply, as though Dream was deserving of such things. As though he thought him worthy of it. He was not. He was not, but he was too selfish to deny it for himself. Those warm welcomes, the way Hob continued to hold open the door to his apartment above The New Inn even though Dream still didn’t understand what led him to do so, the soft smiles tender touches be was offered—they meant too much, and he was terribly selfish. Too much so to consider letting this go.

#the sandman #dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #dreamling fic #the sandman fic #morpheus dream of the endless #eris writes things #my fic #like atonement for a bygone sin - fic #wip title tag game #five-and-dimes #fun fact: you are the sole reason chapter five is in its half-done state five-and-dimes #you asked about it the last time i got tagged in this game and it prompted me to finish the rest of the chapter lol

[fortunaestalta]

#artists on tumblr #ai artwork #alternative #fantasy art #1950's style #“Down at the Local Five and Dime” #ordering a vanilla shake

[sodrippy]

wheres the post about. dont get wine drunk unless you have a man to feel up

#sorry everyone i swear ill be normal in five days i just have to make it that far #and then ill stop drinking on my parents dime too so I'll be extra normal. i prommy. #<- prommy haters unfollow me

[brandinotbroke]

I cringe whenever I hear that someone pays for their spotify

#here's your daily reminder that spotify barely pays the artists a dime #and getting rid of ads for free literally takes five seconds #I am not exaggerating it takes five seconds

[matthewdwhite]

Rayne, LA 3/08 

#louisiana #rayne #five and dime #photographers on tumblr #swla #deep south #acadia parish

[angeltism]

HAI ANGEL !! ( our ) kangel says hi too :3 ( not in front or anything but she wants me to say hi for kiss so ! )

hello there to you, and hello to kangel!

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[krispyweiss]

Song Review: John Prine & Kelsey Waldon - “Love at the Five & Dime”

It’s a shame John Prine and Kelsey Waldon didn’t get more chances to sing together because his ravaged voice dances beautifully with her twangy warble from the long ago.

The pair’s recording of “Love at the Five & Dime” is confirmation of the chemistry first demonstrated with 2019’s “Kentucky Means Paradise.” It’s out to preview the various artists’ collection More than a Whisper: Celebrating the Music of Nanci Griffith.

It’s a corny country song. But Prine, who died in 2020, and Waldon, who is signed to his Oh Boy Records, add depth as they with alternate verses and come together on the chorus.

Out Sept. 22, More than a Whisper also includes contributions from Shawn Colvin, Iris Dement, Steve Earle, Emmylou Harris, Sarah Jarosz, Lyle Lovett and Kathy Mattea, Todd Snider, Billy Strings and Molly Tuttle, Aaron Lee Tasjan and others.

Grade card: John Prine & Kelsey Waldon - “Love at the Five & Dime” - B

7/19/23

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[cuubism]

So I was treating myself to a reread of "In Search of Nightingales" (as one does) and I had a question: does Hob ever get to see Dream's living space? I'm torn between imagining him in some lavish, cozy, magical space, or just like. A blanket on the floor behind a bookshelf because God forbid Dream prioritize his own comfort lol.

🤘 five-and-dimes

@five-and-dimes ooh! he hasn't but he definitely should get to. i'm 99% sure it's the latter -- just some corner in the Library he's holed up in with his stolen baked goods and his blanket (also stolen from Hob) and his stack of 583 in-progress books. he probably just lives in his study. though i'm not convinced he sleeps at all 😂

hob: why are you lying on the floor in the Sleep Science section?

dream: where else would i sleep

hob:... in a BED?

#dream's doing that 'if i sleep near the books the knowledge will go in my head osmosis style' thing #he must think hob's modest flat is the height of luxury XD #gotta get started on that 'blanket on the floor' to 'lavish magical bedroom' pipeline. improve his gremlin situation a little #bookstore cryptid dream #five-and-dimes #ask

[dicaeopolis]

hustled $2k raw profit on ebay last week got hit this week with about $1200 of mostly surprise bills. the lord taketh away

#first paycheck from new job cannot hit fast enough #every time the city of boston charges me for some dumb bs i buy a ticket to a yankees game #in order it was 1) the every-six-months auto insurance bill which i knew was coming but still hurts #2) apparently i had my ez pass misaligned and it didn't register at any point for. five months (i went through tolls twice a day) #3) 2022 excise tax on my car; included a helpful note that they're going to charge me the entire 2023 amount in april #bought a shitload of chinese food while stoned off my gourd last night. regretting it #i did just refinance my car which is getting me back $50 a month #and i'm not spending a dime on gas anymore since new commute is within electric range and i charge on my landlady's dime #so it's not all bad #but good lord. #.txt #i'm also sick so my saturday night is going great clearly

[legendofrhythm]

Was talking to a friend about old FNAF and how funny it would be if Toy Bonnie caused the bite of 87 cause of the way he is and he sent this image to describe him

So I

Toy Bonnie staring at you five seconds before he obliterates the front of your skull

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #toy bonnie #fnaf toy bonnie #was giggling like a madman doodling this at work #boss makes a dollar #i make a dime #silly rabbit doodles on company time

[im-not-corrupted]

So hard to choose just one but I'm dying to know more about the next part of "like atonement for a bygone sin" 👀

🤘five-and-dimes

Oh yes! Chapter five is roughly 4k words so far (and hopefully shouldn’t be much more than that), and features a: yet more misunderstandings from Dream (he’s really bad at this friendship thing) and b: Hob being Deeply Concerned while Dream brushes away his problems. Here’s a lil snippet <3

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A hand found itself on his shoulder, a sudden pressure that made him jolt in his seat. They didn’t touch him down in Fawney Rig—the cage was always in the way. For one hundred and six years, he was deprived of something as small as touch. He never realised how much he could miss something so simple, something he didn’t let himself have even before that.

You aren’t there, he told himself again, tearing his eyes from the man who knocked over the glass, landing them on Hob. Hob stood before him, leaning over the bar so he could place that hand on his shoulder. His eyes were concerned, brow drawn together in a frown. Distantly, Dream had the urge to reach out and smooth that frown away with the pad of his thumb. It didn’t belong on the fact of one so joyful as he.

”Dream?” he murmured softly, low enough so the word was only heard by the two of them. “Are you alright? You seemed a little…distant there for a moment.”

He blinked. Hob’s face was nothing but earnest, and Dream…didn’t know how to reply to that. He could still hear the shattering of glass. His hands slipped beneath the bar, his nails digging into his palms. He let it sting faintly, a small anchor grounding him where he was. In The New Inn, at one of Hob’s workplaces. Not in Fawney Rig, where he hadn’t been for months now. He got out. He got out.

“I am fine,” he managed. It sounded like a lie even to his own ears—a little too strangled, a little too faint.

Hob’s frown deepened a little. “Are you sure, love? You can go upstairs if you need to? I have some more time here, but I’ll join you as soon as I can, unless you just want to leave entirely?”

In truth, he was not sure at all. He was even less sure that he wished to remain in the Waking—it was too loud, all of a sudden. If anything, he wished to return to the Dreaming, wished to find comfort in his own realm, no longer torn from him. But he could not. He had only been here for a couple minutes at best—not even a full hour. He could not leave now, when he had yet to offer enough of his time, and he didn’t trust himself to remain upstairs if he were to make himself comfortable in Hob’s apartment for a while.

He clenched his jaw for a moment, staring resolutely at Hob. He had a debt to repay, and he would do it. He could cope a little longer in the Waking for the sake of that debt and his friendship with Hob, even if the realm seemed to grate on him suddenly, even if a part of him could still hear Alexander’s voice inside his head and the shattering of glass to accompany it.

He was not there. He got out. That was enough. It had to be. “I am fine,” he repeated firmly.

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