some of my favorite tiny love stories

Hi hello Sandman fandom I have to render an apology bc I've seen this a couple of times now: Hob does not canonically have a pre-immortality knee injury. That was me! And I love that a bunch of people ran with it but it is absolutely not wrong to say otherwise or like, ~erasing disability~ not to include this. Hob Gadling is not canonically physically disabled.

I think having a baby niece is great cause my brother will send me just a constant stream of messages that sound indistinguishable from how someone at Jurassic park would text if they were being hunted by the raptor

how?? just how?

In love with this random guy who had a lock slapped on his storage unit for not paying its rental and not only did he ignore management and took his stuff out without paying, but also chose to steal the lock itself and send it to the LockPickingLawyer along with a confession letter

op is posting from tamriel. or perhaps the lands between

Rod Serling, December 25, 1924 – June 28, 1975.

With Carole Burnett.

I think a lot about who I am to other people in the world–particular who I am to strangers as a mere concept in their lives.

Today this woman called our information desk and said, “my son’s band is playing tonight. I want to come see him, but he never answers his phone…..I want to be there. Have you heard anything about his band?”

And I felt so bad for this lady but I’m not in the music scene around here so I had to tell her no, sorry.

Five hours later, I’m hiking and run into a group of guys setting up for some outdoor performance, and as I watch them unload the drums it hits me.

“Hey,” I said, “are y’all in a band?”

They said yeah and smiled and I told them “one of your moms called today. She wants to watch you play, but she can’t get a hold of you. Call your mom.”

And they all pulled out their phones and started discussing whose mom it probably was as they presumably dialed their own.

And now, unless we meet again and recognize each other, that’s who I’ll be forever to those guys–some mysterious courier for mom-messages who came out of the woods and told them their mom called.

I didn’t even tell them why their mom called me. Who am I to their mom?? Nobody even asked. They just took my word for it and called their mothers.

Amazing.

with every passing year of my friend's parents being grade-A dipshits re: their kids being queer, I'm more grateful for my mom. will she fuck up your pronouns? god, absolutely. but she'll apologize, and she asks questions because she genuinely wants to learn. she's called me for input on how to most effectively rip her colleagues a new asshole when they're shitty and transphobic to clients who are just trying to get their food stamps. she once walked out of a salon mid-appointment with the foil still in her hair because the owner was being transphobic in front of her. she'd been getting her hair done there for years, and she never went back. she's still furious about how shitty my best friend's mom was about my best friend coming out in high school, over ten years ago. she loves buying me every silly rainbow product she sees but after I explained rainbow capitalism to her she started checking with me beforehand to make sure she's not throwing her money anywhere extra shitty. she absolutely does not understand every aspect of queer identity and politics and I don't need her to, because her heart is exactly where it needs to be and she's also excessively willing to bite any homophobe or transphobe who tries it in front of her.

Rainbow mo