tom sturridge said neil gaiman described dream’s voice like this: “He is the voice inside of your head, he is the voice that invites you to sleep and that guides you through your dreams.”
no wonder his voice sounds so soothing, it’s intended to be that way. and by god tom fucking NAILED IT
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All i really want is Matthew the Raven in a lil raven sized shirt that reads "best wingman" because a) WINGman and b) someone has to give Dream some human dating advice because you're not gonna bag Hob Gadling by just STARING INTO HIS SOUL
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Hob: The difference between us is that I do nothing to try to hide my clinginess while you pretend it's a coincidence that you're in the same room as me 97% of the time.
Dream: The fact that I'm laying on you means nothing.
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I think Dream should change his appearance more often just for the sake of it
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Stars
Inspired by this post, here’s a soft & fluffy little Dreamling ficlet.
“Sometimes I miss the stars,” Hob murmured, low and soft. Dream glanced over; Hob was staring up at the night sky, head tilted back, face soft and quietly mournful.
“There used to be so many, you know? As far as you could see. Sometimes they felt like the only constant I ever had, through the centuries. And now….”
Now, humanity’s grim and tired march into the future had left their cities so bright they washed any hint of stars from the sky. Dream thought for a moment, and reached for Hob’s hand. “Come with me,” he said. Hob took his hand without hesitation, something that still sent a little thrill through Dream’s heart, that he could still trust Dream so thoroughly even after all this time.
Between the space of one breath and the next they blinked into existence within the Dreaming, seated just as they had been in the Waking but now among the tall soft grasses of Fiddler’s Green.
“Will these suffice?” Dream swept his free hand— for he had not let go of Hob’s, just yet— out, the sky above them rippling in waves as though he’d swept his fingers through a still pond.
Hob stared up at the sky for a long moment, eyes wide and mouth open. He turned to Dream, a slow smile spreading across his face. His eyes were unbearably soft.
“You never cease to amaze me, my friend. Thank you.”
Dream smiled back— smaller, quieter, but Hob’s eyes brightened to see it all the same. They sat together, watching the diamond blanket above them swirl and dance, shaping new galaxies and nebulas. And still, Dream did not let go of Hob’s hand.
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If I had a penny every single time the scene cuts from Dream wondering about what a character is doing or their intentions to said character currently doing gay kissing, I'd have 2 pennies, which isn't a lot, but it's funny that it happened twice given that I'm not even done with the entire season yet.
Look turnabout is fair play I petition for the same to happen to Dream.
Lucienne: Lord Morpheus is currently in the Waking World attending to some.... ahem personal business and would not like to be disturbed.
Cue the camera cutting to Dream on a date kissing Hob.
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