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cuubism · 2 years

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hob is lonely too

i can't stop thinking about hob trying to tell dream that they're friends and dream walking out on him. hob is so right about dream being lonely and needing connection, though of course dream's pride is hurt too much for him to acknowledge it. but he's not the only one in that situation. hob is lacking connection too.

like, hob isn't a social recluse like dream is, and he's of course human which makes it easier to connect to other... humans. but hob is still immortal which separates him from everyone else. i firmly believe he has friends and connection to the community and so on (and ofc he was married at one point), but these connections are... temporary. he can only stay in one place for a good 20 years before he has to reinvent himself to avoid rousing suspicion. he can't tell anyone the full truth of his life or history, has to use half-truths or re-contextualize things if he wants to talk about his past at all. no one can really know the full truth of who he is.

except dream.

and dream, like, technically has other people. his siblings (for all that those relationships are... fraught) and his dream creations that have become sort-of-friends, like lucienne, jessamy. hob has literally no one else that he can truly connect with.

so imagine the pain of that one relationship falling apart.

dream, at least (before he was captured) has the power to fix it if he can get over his pride. he is capable of using his power to find hob and fix the relationship. hob can't do that, he has no way to contact or find dream outside of their once-a-century meetup. (perhaps if he knew who dream was he could attempt to speak to him in dreams or something, but it's not like dream told him who he is either)

and we know from how he speaks about it in 1989 that he blames himself for pushing too hard. blames himself, but has no way of fixing it or apologizing, and just kind of has to... live with that for a century. and then dream doesn't show up (through no fault of his own though whether he would've gotten over his pride by this point is also an open question) and i just...

hob is lonely, too. and there's really nothing he can do about it.

#i'm having feelings #the sandman #dream of the endless #hob gadling

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revolutionarytea · 2 years

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I love you ancestors who spoke a different language than me I love you ancestors who looked at the moon I love you ancestors who did the best they could under the circumstances I love you ancestors who are forgotten I love you ancestors whose names flicker by in my history books I love you ancestors who were brave and survived despite the odds I love you ancestors who lied on the census I love you ancestors who people say I resemble I love you ancestors who made hard choices I love you

#i love you meme #ancestry #i'm having feelings #blorbo from my family history #family history #history

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everythingbutresolved · 11 months

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"Anyway Flanagan knew exactly what he did when he brought to screen the character of a pastor so devoted to his one and only love to break the laws of the physical realm and cross the bridges of times just to be with her in a paradise made in her own image. In this essay I will"

#midnight mass #i'm having feelings #john pruitt #father paul hill #It's been a minute since I stopped worshipping the c*ck #but I'd make an exception #good god Flanagan #you have an excellent taste for bloody murder of hearts #and how to forget to mention #the one #the only #the babygirl of the tall disaster men category #hamish linklater #hamfam

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ex0rin · 2 months

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TWD: The Ones Who Live | S01E01 The Walking Dead | S07E01

#my turn at this #✨parallels✨#the walking dead #twd: the ones who live #twd towl #towl spoilers #spoilers #twdedit #rick grimes #andrew lincoln #carl grimes #chandler riggs #cara gifs #blood tw #gore tw #whispers:#i'm having feelings

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coldbloodace · 1 year

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I think part of why I love Good Omens so much is that it has slowly made me fall in love with the world again.

Aziraphale and Crowley have been on this planet for over 6000 years. They'd have probably seen every horrible, nightmarish thing that the humans would have come up with. Still, they chose to save the world. Why? Because there's also good stuff here on earth. There are bookshops and restaurants and James Bond stickers and Shakespeare plays. There are plants to terrorise and ducks to feed. There are lunch dates to go on with your best friend. And those things are worth living for.

Good Omens showed me you don't need some grand, noble reason to love and save the world. It's okay to love selfishly. That was, and still is, a very important lesson to me. The few months after I watched the show were some of the lowest and loneliest months I had lived. GO pulled me through it, and more importantly, taught me to live again, to find joy in the world the way I did when I was younger.

I think Adam also played a part in it, because the first time I learnt about the damage we're doing to the environment I was very upset and thought if the humans started all over again we could make it better. Watching the Them's story arc soothed that inner child in me that hadn't got resolution yet.

I don't think anybody will see this, but I want to thank the people behind Good Omens. I want to thank Neil and Terry for writing it, for the cast and crew for bringing the story to life, and last but not the least, to the GO fandom. The story and its people have enriched my life and I'm very happy to be a part of it.

#i'm not 100% sure I make sense #but as you can see #i'm having feelings #and i needed to let it out #good omens #coldace thoughts

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agabus · 2 months

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hi do you guys ever wonder if rosa has luma polari's old vessel come visit the castle for tea because she knows it's not him but she misses the face of the man that raised her

like he would always come when she called because he's obviously a devout worshipper and i have no idea if he would remember anything from when polari was possessing him but i feel like he would see her differently than a normal follower

but rosa would still always be a little disappointed when he treats her like the goddess because all she wants is a friend

and she would never tell polari about it because she knows he's still human enough to be hurt by it

#i'm having feelings #mariolore #<- ever since i found out ken stalks the tag i have lived in fear /hj

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streets-in-paradise · 7 months

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When will my husband (Andy Barclay) return from war (fighting that evil doll)?

#it never ends for him #he is Odysseus and Damballa is Poseidon #lol #i'm having feelings #i love him so much #im celebrating concerned #andy barclay #chucky #chucky season 3

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foryouthegays · 6 months

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i want to be one with the forest but not in a picturesque sanitized way. i want to be devoured, flesh ripped open for the coyotes and eyes rotting with maggots. if mushrooms and moss overtake me i need it to be violent, visceral, flesh tearing apart and bones gnawed on, scattered, until i'm covered in soil and worms and suffocating in life and in death. i want spiders weaving webs between my fingers and birds ripping out my hair for their nests. some day i will die and i only want the earth to take what is rightfully hers, i only wish to feed another, sustain life in a circle of unavoidable destruction

#i'm having feelings #i saw a mushroom that had pushed itself through the leaves so fast it left a hole #i want that

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mxmoth · 3 months

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IMPERIUM on WWE RAW | 1-15-24

#gunther #ludwig kaiser #imperium #wwe #my gifs #the character break #the little “thank you”#i'm dead i'm dying i'm gone #bury me in the middle of this hug #i'm having feelings

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chicknstripz · 11 months

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I would like the prompt "I dare you to fuck Wolffe." 😌 i'm being a thot tonight

∘₊✧ The hare and the Wolffe ✧₊∘

Pairing|| Fem!Reader X Wolffe Word Count|| 1621 Tags|| Accepting a dare, UNHINGED FILTH, Smut, Implied penetration, dirty talk, Wolffe being Wolffe Synopsis|| You should have known that accepting a dare from your trouble making friends was a bad idea, a very 'bad' idea indeed , but how can you say no when it involves a certain commander?

You exhale a sigh as you examine your makeup in the mirror, the faint beads of condensation mocking your calm exterior.

It’s been months since you’ve had a girls night out, the long nights and even longer days sapping your energy to such an extent that getting out of bed was a challenge. Even now you can feel the ache in your shoulders, the muscles tense from hours of wielding heavy blasters - so tense you imagined you could see it if you looked hard enough! Maker, you looked tired! The lines that crinkled your eyes deepening with your sigh as you splashed water to your face.

You needed a drink!

With any luck your friends would have one waiting for you, the dimmed lights of the ‘fresher giving way to the neon of 79s. You’d never been one for clubs, the pulse of the bass vibrating most annoyingly in your back teeth, but you’d put up with it if it meant hanging out with Sella and Tri’ya. They always knew how to make you smile, their antics washing away the worst of the way, and tonight was no different, their bright faces greeting you as you returned to the table.

“There you are! We were about to send out a search party!”

You rolled your eyes at Sella’s joke, the lilt of her voice merging perfectly with the music.

“I wasn’t gone that long, honestly.”

Sella and Tri’ya shared a smile, the kind that told you they were up to no good.

“Long enough that you almost missed your turn”

“My what now?”

Tri’ya pointed to the half empty pitcher in the center of the table, the tips of her lekku catching the light as they danced about her shoulders.

“We decided to indulge in a game of truth or dare, and it’s your turn.”

You scoffed as you settled into your chair, the glow of the alcohol only adding to the fizzy feeling in your gut. It was never a good idea to share your secrets with the girls, their big mouths spilling every story you told regardless of their intentions. It wasn’t a good idea to accept a dare either, their ideas growing more outrageous with every year that passed, but it was admittedly easier to deal with momentary embarrassment - so dare it was.

“Fine, fine! Dare!”

“I dare you to fuck Wolffe!”

Wolffe? You follow the length of her arm, the slender tips of her fingers guiding your gaze toward the corner of the room. The trooper that stood there was dark and brooding, the set of his brow so intense it made you wonder why he was here in the first place. Even his lips had that disapproving look, the tight press growing all the tighter as he watched a brother clamber onto a table. Perhaps a brother had dragged him here? It was certainly the most logical explanation, your heart skipping a beat as you watched him cross his arms over his chest.

“You want me to do what now?”

“Fuck Wolffe.”

“But I don’t even know him!”

“That doesn’t stop Sella, and besides ... you could use a good fuck.”

You still don’t know how you’re supposed to ‘fuck him’, especially when he doesn’t look the ‘meaningless fuck’ type. It’s in the eyes you decide. The soft glint in his mis-matched eyes betraying a man who appreciates deep loyalty. He’d want someone to share his pains with, to talk with in the long hours of the night when everyone else was asleep. To guard his secrets and protect his brothers. A fierce soul who more than matched his gruff outer, and maker if you wished you was it - your throat constricting as Tri’ya shoved you in his direction.

“Go on, off you go!”

You stumble forward like a newborn gazelle, your legs at odds with your body as you dance around a laughing trooper. It’s hardly a great first impression, but it’s not like you’re not looking to make one, your indignation growing as you flash a sour look over your shoulder. You’ll get Tri’ya back for this one day! As the maker is your witness you’ll make her pay for this crazy dare! You swallow as you move close to your target, noticing more and more details as you do so. He’s broad, impossibly so, the cut of his gray uniform making your mouth water as the man beside him looks your way.

“Sir, we’ve got company.”

Wolffe doesn’t turn as he looks your way, the bored side eye turning inquisitive as he gives you a quick once over.

“Can we help you, neverd?”

You’re not familiar with the term, but you are familiar with the tone - the low husk he rounds his consonants with making your legs quiver with anticipation.

“Actually, yes you can. I was wondering if I could borrow you for the rest of the night”

The man beside Wolffe elbows him in the side, his eyes dancing with delight as he heckles his commanding officer.

“Borrow him? Why? He’s no fun at all. Me on the other hand ... ”

“Sinker.”

The low growl cuts off Sinker’s attempt to seduce you, his casual stance snapping to attention at Wolffe’s interjection.

“Right sir, sorry sir! If you need me I’ll be at the barracks.”

Wolffe watches him with an unbothered look, the dancing lights reflecting in his cybernetic eye. You hadn’t noticed it from afar, far more distracted by his looks. But now? You’re in awe of it, the way the purples and pinks flash across its milky surface near hypnotic. He exhales a huff, rolls it - the shimmy of dancing light broken by the movement - and turns away, the action more frustrated than annoyed.

“You got me alone nerved, now what?”

Quite honestly you hadn’t expected to get this far, your disbelief only matched by his magnetic aura. Stars he was attractive! The subtle lighting highlighting the soft line of his jaw, and the scars that peppered his dark skin.

“I was thinking we could have a little fun, spice the night up a bit?”

He gives you a measured look, then quirks the corner of his lip - a little side smirk that makes your stomach slip as you realize he’s on to you.

“And which friend put you up to this?”

“The pretty Twi two tables over”

He averts his gaze with a hum, his expression unimpressed as he examines your friend. The sane part of your brain reminds you you’ve interrupted his night, that he’s likely not interested in childish dares. The other? It delights in the idea that he might think you're prettier than your friend, your face burning red hot as he extends an arm toward you.

“Can’t disappoint now, can we?”

If you didn’t know any better you’d say he was trying to save you the embarrassment of walking back to your table. His teasing tone at total odds with his stern expression.

“It’s not her you'd disappoint if you said no.”

Wolffe clucks as you slip your fingers into the crook of his arm, the muscle beneath flexing at the contact. He’s well built, sturdy, everything you could ever want from a man, and you wish this was real - the thrum of the music mixing with your arousal as he guides you through the bar. At first you’re not quite sure where he’s taking you, having never been to this part of the building before, but the more you look around the more you realize he’s taking you to the rumored back rooms.

“Is that so? Well, we can’t have that either.”

The way his voice dips makes you combust on the spot, the firm press of his hand guiding you into a room that might be called romantic if it wasn’t for its gaudy decor. Deep red paint lines the walls, the hue interrupted by scrapes and stains - reminders of the couples who’ve spent their nights here. Against one wall, a leather couch, its cushions suspiciously clean. The other is a bed, it’s proud posts also showing the marks of previous conquests, and you might have made a comment about it if Wolffe hadn’t pulled you to his chest.

“I -- You don’t have to do anything -- it was just a dare.”

“Never accept a dare if you can’t handle getting caught, little hare.”

You inhaled as his teeth brushed your skin, the hot exhale of his breath soothing the sharp pain that tingles its way up your neck.

“Mmmmm, I could just devour you whole. You smell so good!”

The flat of his tongue follows, the euphoric sensation drawing a moan from your lips as he slips his leg between yours. It forces you to widen your stance, the subtle hem that decorates his pants barely enough to rouse your arousal. It doesn’t stop you from rocking against him like a horny teenager, the desperation growing as he splays his warm hand across your stomach.

“That’s it mesh’la, rub your gorgeous scent all over my thigh.”

His other hand explores your body with the patience of a saint, the slow sweep following your dips and curves. Your shoulders, your breasts, your waist, then back up again, each touch purposeful as he maps your erogenous zones. You gasp when he ghosts your fingers along your neck, his teeth taking their place as he sweeps his hand downward. You shiver and moan when he tweeks a nipple, the sensations making it harder to control your breathing. You whimper when he manhandles your waist, the wet patch you’ve left on his pants chilling his skin as you gyrate against him.

“Please ...”

“Please what?”

“Fuck me.”

He barks out a laugh, the sound muffled by your heated skin.

“Well, Since you asked so nicely.”

#commander wolffe #wolffe x f!reader #wolffe x reader #filth #smut #I'm having feelings #star wars #fanfic #one shot #short and sweet #spicy af

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perfectlyvalid49 · 7 months

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Sometimes I feel like this blog is more Judaism focused than I really want it to be. Like, I am Jewish, but that’s only one aspect of my personality. I’m also interested in politics and linguistics and nerdy pop culture stuff and a whole bunch of other things. And I want this blog to have space for all of that.

So when I spent a ton of time late last week fighting with an antisemite, I told myself that when I was done with him (or as it turns out, when he was done with me), I’d take a break from posting about Jewish issues for a bit. Just like, a week where I’m just reblogging stuff that makes me laugh or an interesting language fact or something like that. Y’know, happy stuff.

He blocked me Friday, and on Saturday, Hamas attacked. And I’ve got a big mouth, so I can’t not say anything. Maybe when this is all resolved I can post happy stuff, but for right now, I need a place to talk, even though I’m struggling with what to say.

I guess the first thing I should say is that I feel terrible about what’s happening. Because what’s happened so far is bad, and what will happen next is even worse. Israel will take its vengeance; innocent Palestinians will die. The friends and families of the victims on both sides will be radicalized and the violence will continue. I hate it and it’s stupid and I wish there was an easy way to stop it and I know that there isn’t.

And I want to say that I support the Palestinian people. The way that Israel treats the Palestinians in Gaza is inhumane – it shouldn’t be allowed! But Israel treats them that way because before they did, you couldn’t get on a bus in Israel without worrying about being blown up. That shouldn’t be allowed either! Everything is complicated. Both sides are full of people who just want to live in peace who are being screwed over by a minority who won’t be happy until the other side is gone. Both sides have valid points, both sides have done terrible things. Anyone who is telling you that it isn’t complicated is either woefully uneducated about the history of the conflict, thinks one side does not deserve fundamental human rights, or both.

And after saying all that, I guess that I should make it clear that I’m still a Zionist – I believe that the Jewish people have the right to a self-determined state, and I think that Israel is probably the best place for it (I did not say a good place, I just don’t think there’s a better one. The best of a bunch of bad options is still the best). Having said that I’m a Zionist, I still hate what Israel’s government is doing and has been doing. Netanyahu is a monster. You can disagree with a country’s government and still think it has a right to exisit.

If you think that all Zionists are evil (and you’re still reading this), then tell me a better solution. Where should Jews go to be safe from governmental persecution? Or should they be denied that? If so, why?

And that’s the other thing I want to talk about. Every Jew I know is watching this with feelings of grief and horror, and the response from the left seems to be some variation on, “Israeli civilians deserved this,” “go back to where you came from,” or “terrorism is OK, actually, as long as it’s against a colonizer state (but not the one I live in).” And it’s soul-crushing. It is possible to be anti-Zionist without being antisemitic, but it seems like right now people aren’t even trying. The only good Jew is a dead Jew, and now that there are a bunch of dead Jews, everyone is celebrating.

I keep thinking about this video that I watched at school when I was a kid about the conflict. It was probably the mid 90s and the video showed Arab and Israeli kids playing together with a voice over from an interview with one of their moms. And I remember her saying that the kids playing together was good because then they would be friends, and when they got older they wouldn’t want to fight each other because they would remember that they were friends. I know now that it was probably a propaganda video, but that’s still what I want. I want leadership for Gaza that isn’t a terrorist organization, I want leadership for Israel that isn’t a far right authoritarian nightmare, I want Palestinians to not be locked behind a wall, I want Israelis who don’t have drills for when the rockets come. I want everyone – EVERYONE – to be able to live a life in peace and I want two little boys with different backgrounds and religions that both include a history in Israel to be able to play in a field by a river and be friends.

And if you don’t want that? Fuck you.

#israel #antisemitism #long post #i'm having feelings #thanks for letting me ramble #probably a lot more reblogs on this topic are incoming

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