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orionsangel86 · 1 day
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There is something about proudly proclaiming a show "tumblrista catnip" that makes me emotional.
Something about how for years tumblrinas were ridiculed by show creators.
Something about Supernatural having a meta episode set at a convention with all the weirdo fans that made the main characters uncomfortable. Something something about Becky and the message that fangirls are gross and obsessive.
Something about Sherlock and the way fans were portrayed as crazy obsessive nutjobs for trying to figure out how he faked his death.
Something about creators mocking fandoms, dismissing them as freaks. Something about queer people not being welcome to engage in their creations because "why do you have to make everything gay?"
Something about the malicious culture of queerbaiting throughout the 2000s/2010s, followed by Bury Your Gays tropes across the media landscape because hell, you should be grateful we even gave you queer characters to begin with - and everyone dies in our show! You ain't special!
Something about Destiel questions being banned from conventions...
And then...
Something instead about Good Omens, and letting the story adapt naturally, embracing the fanbase and leaning into the fanservice.
Something about Our Flag Means Death, and the genuine outpouring of love and affection between cast, crew, and fandom that culminated in an explosion of fanworks that were never once mocked or deemed gross or wrong.
Something about Sandman, and staunchly digging in their heels on the queerness of it all, refusing to give in to the homophobes and instead avidly mocking THEM on social media rather than us.
Something about the writers hearing about fandoms favourite ships and excitedly stating that YES! We DID lean into that because it happened naturally and made sense.
Something about a firefighter coming out as bisexual after 7 seasons...
So yeah, something about a new high quality show made FOR US. By creators that love US. Respect US, and WANT our love.
Something about US FINALLY being a target audience for the best shows being made on TV now.
Tumblrista catnip. Creators saying "we made this for you. You are important. Your voices have been heard."
It just... all got a bit overwhelming for a moment there.
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rainaeday · 2 days
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Just got off the Dead Boy Detectives livestream premiere and it inspired me to get back on Tumblr! Haven't been this excited for a show since the first season of Sandman (and for a long time before that). To anyone who joined the stream: I had so much fun taking with you all!
Also I drew this before the ep and couldn't tell what Crystal was wearing in the trailer. Oops.
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gabessquishytum · 3 days
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King Robert tends to sneak out of the castle a lot. His advisors and guards despair, trying to impress upon him the danger of the monarch just wandering around villages. They argue even beloved monarchs have enemies who might seek to hurt him while he's dallying about, outside the safety of the palace and his armed guards. The King nods and smiles......and continues to sneak out.
Hob, please don't call him "king" or "Robert," loves getting out of the castle! It's not like regular people really know what a king looks like, even if it's their monarch. When he's out Hob is amazed by his people.
Hob has helped raise a barn, brought in crops, been taught to knit by sweet old ladies, celebrated one of the pagan-ier holidays in a village square (the mead and food were fantastic), got into numerous sword fights to defend the honor of young ladies and men..... It's fantastic and real, and Hob would argue it makes him a better king.
Yes, Hob is aware that his various counselors (and his mom the Dowager Queen) want him to get married and stop venturing out, but all the stuck up potential consorts or soooo stuffy and entitled. Hob does think any of them have helped dig a well for a town that needed water or helped celebrate the birth of a new baby in a village pub!
Besides, there might be this beautiful new artist in town, Dream, who rents a room over the inn and takes simple commissions, who is so lovely. Hob is working so hard to be charming and learn more about him,,,but Dream is tight lipped as to where he's from. Still Hob knows he's wearing him down.....Hob got a small smile from his targeted buffoonery last time!
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Since they won't stop, Hob has decided he's going to see if he can convince Dream to marry him! Marrying him has to be better than those self serious "royals". But when he goes to see him, Dream is gone,, like he was never there. Hob is heartbroken.
He guesses he's meant to marry one of the snobs. He lets his council choose. They decide to accept the Endless Kingdom's offer - Prince Morpheus.
This is the romcom we ABSOLUTELY deserve with these two beloved idiots <3
Hob is disconsolate after Dream leaves - he doesn't even have the heart to sneak out of the castle. The villagers are quite worried about him until he finally turns up one evening, basically to say goodbye to all his friends. He explains that a spouse has finally been chosen for him, and that as a married man it will be inappropriate to go out gallivanting and putting himself in potential danger. He will have a duty to spend time with his new husband, too. And his friends all understand - they accept his heartfelt invitations to the wedding. He's brought gifts from the castle for all the kids who've basically adopted him as a big brother. And he definitely sheds a few tears in the arms of the old ladies before he leaves.
Meanwhile, Prince Morpheus is en route to his new spouse's kingdom. He doesn't want this marriage at all, but after he ran away (and then got caught and dragged back home) his parents forced him to accept to situation. They won't even tell him where he's going or who he's marrying - a punishment for his disgraceful behaviour! Dream is fully expecting to be married to some awful old man. But when he gets out of the carriage he finds himself in a rather familiar place... he almost laughs out loud! He quickly has to pretend to be heartbroken over the impending marriage, when he really he's nearly vibrating with excitement.
They don't meet until they get to the altar (it's tradition, for royal marriages). Hob’s eyes light up and he looks over towards where his village friends are sitting like "are you seeing this??? it’s dream!!!" Everyone else is quite confused about why King Robert suddenly looks so happy, but his friends are able to heartily applaud the marriage. He truly deserves to be happy!
As for Morpheus - or Dream, as he prefers to be called - with the wedding officially performed, he can throw himself into Hob’s arms. His parents are pissed off to see their wayward son looking so content, but Dream no longer cares. The fates have been kind to him, and delivered him into the arms of the only man he has ever wished to marry. He can't wait to spend many years sneaking out of the castle with Hob, getting up to all kinds of mischief, and finally enjoying life.
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kydrogendragon · 3 days
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Hob hates changing lives.
He tells himself he likes it, a year or so in. He tells himself he enjoys the variety, the meeting new people, and seeing new sights. And he does. Just . . . not now. Now when he's still mourning his old life.
He sits on the couch—a new one, not the one that's formed to him over the last twenty years—and sighs as he stares at the few boxes he was able to bring with him. The small flat in Cardiff was fine, arguably lovely, in fact. He's been excited about it when he's first done the paperwork, and there's a distant part of himself that's still excited. But as he looks up at the unfamiliar walls and listens to the unfamiliar sounds of the street and city below, Hob can't help but feel trapped.
He can't go back. Not for a while. Not until he's forgotten in people's minds. He won't see the New Inn again or any of his friends from KCL or the Chens who knew his order by heart because he couldn't go more than two weeks without craving their food.
Robert Golding was gone to the world. Now he's just Rob Garroway—a nobody who lives in Cardiff who does . . . something. Hob hasn't actually gotten that far into figuring out what job he'll pick up this go-around. Maybe he'll try his hand at writing something other than historical essays for the university. Or maybe he'll buy a boat and become a fisherman. Lots of choices. All of them too overwhelming to even think about.
He collapses into the still-to-firm couch and tosses his arm over his eyes. The day is still young—its barely past one in the afternoon—and already he's exhausted. He can feel that familiar weight settling into his bones, holding him close to the earth. He doesn't even know any good take-out joints yet because Lord knows he won't have any energy to cook for the next week. Or two. Or more.
A problem for future him. For now, Hob turns into the back of the couch, face hidden from the sun and the foreign place he now calls home, closes his eyes, and sleeps.
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stormboundstars · 1 day
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Edwin always pivots and walks like he's about to slay the boots house down, he's so so important to me
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theaceace · 22 hours
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I'm halfway through dead boy detectives and fuck it, I've decided to ship Jenny the butcher with Johanna Constantine
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the-fictional-truth · 13 hours
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My absolute favorite thing about dead boy detectives was Edwin having absolutely 0 charisma (which I love about him) and yet he still had multiple characters head over heels for him.
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milfzatannaz · 3 days
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death in a 50s Balmain inspired fit
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pinkwormholes · 3 days
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Who gave either of you the right to look at each other like this
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freakish-goth · 3 days
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i am not immune to dark haired goth boys
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orionsangel86 · 6 hours
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Saw a comment on here claiming Dead Boy Detectives was basically Superwholock (derogatory) but I've been viewing it the whole time as Superwholock (affectionate) and we are not the same and only one of us belongs on the Superwholock website full of queer people babe.
Dead Boy Detectives is like is Supernatural, Sherlock, Doctor Who, Dirk Gently's Hollistic Detective Agency, and The Sandman were all put in a blender with a bunch of pride flags and glitter and let me tell you THAT is a smoothie tumblr should be drinking.
Watch Dead Boy Detectives. Its fun. Its queer. It has a cat who is also a very cunty very queer boy who could be the love child of Desire of the Endless and The Corinthian (listen I'm not ruling it out).
Just trust me and watch it. You won't regret it. :)
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milowing · 11 hours
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so now that the dead boy detectives show is out, and a lot of fans of netflix sandman are watching it, i thought i'd share a little fun fact with y'all:
the dead boys nearly killed hob gadling in their first ever solo series! they were tricked into it by an evil semi-immortal being who feeds on the youth of children who was trying to steel hob's immortality.
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don't worry though, they made it up to him later :)
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avelera · 14 hours
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Fun fact, the poem read in the first episode of Dead Boy Detectives is word for word Hob Gadling's view of what happens after death, as noted in the comic issue Sunday Mourning. So, if nothing else, we get our first Hob nod right off the bat.
(Though, sadly, it does rather imply that they don't expect to get to Hob's Renaissance Faire episode in the Sandman Netflix show where the quote originally comes from within the Sandman shared universe.)
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buttergranola · 2 days
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Morpheus and 5 Cori
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stormboundstars · 21 hours
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ok ok but [spoilers ahead!] all the implications that Edwin and Charles are both each other's light in the dark. The lantern Edwin brings over to warm up a badly hypothermic Charles, the way its golden glow and Edwin himself kept the sick boy company, making that cursed attic room less gloomy. The flash of the explosive Charles throws at the baby doll-head demon that finally allows Edwin to run and escape with him from Hell. The confession scene, with that golden light burning persistently around the two of them even in the bleak stairways of Hell, reinforcing how they will always be there for each other no matter what. guys, they're each other's hope. guys.
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bobbole · 2 days
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Morpheus - art by Aud Koch
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