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AU where Hob gets into an accident that causes him to lose his memories, so Dream has to explain their relationship. Except, because it’s Dream, he explains it really poorly.
This starts with Hob waking up on his second day in hospital, very confused to find a lanky goth perched on the end of his bed (who’s quite possibly an angel, he’s not sure). And the goth just goes ‘Hello, Hob Gadling’ which sounds infinitely better than what the nurses have been calling him (Bob Galden). Hob feels right. Especially when this stranger says it. The only problem is, he doesn’t recognise this cute goth, and cute goth is just sat there staring at him like he’s waiting for Bob - Rob - Robert - Hob to explain what’s going on, which is insane, because how is Hob supposed to know that when he’s the one in the hospital bed with amnesia. The nurses told him he has amnesia, anyway, so he relays that. The stranger looks stricken by such news. Hob apologises for not remembering the strangers name, and asks if they’re friends or something, which is apparently the wrong thing to do, because suddenly the stranger is standing up - there might even be tears in his eyes, it’s hard to tell in this light. But the prospect of this stranger leaving makes something horrible and scared twist in his gut, so he begs him to stay. This is the only person that’s visited the hospital in search of Hob. The only person that knows him - knows Hob Gadling. And Hob Gadling very much needs someone who knows Hob Gadling right now, because he sure as hell doesn’t.
Now flipping back over to dream, he’s catastrophically reeling from the fact his human doesn’t remember him, and unpacking whatever feelings he might have about that sounds mortifying. So, he’s opting to just abort himself from the situation altogether to save himself the grief (disclaimer: it would not save him from the grief). Except, he can’t leave, because Hob is begging him to stay, looking lost and terrified, and there are Certain Thing’s he needs to know. So, Dream sits back down. He explains that Hob is immortal. He explains they met in 1389. He explains their shared curiosity of life brought them together. He explains they attend centenary dates because they’re bound in an arrangement that’ll last until the end of time unless Hob decides otherwise. (‘As in, Til Death Do Us Part?’ Hob asks, sounding vaguely horrified, vaguely awed, and Dream doesn’t think that’s an inaccurate assessment, so he nods). And it’s not that Dream is rambling, because Dream of the Endless does not ramble, but he can’t seem to Stop Talking all of a sudden - like part of him hopes his words might guide Hob’s memories back into the light. So, he keeps going until there’s nothing left to say, and once he’s finished Hob’s staring at him with wide eyes.
“So, we’re married.” Is what Hob takes from all that.
Dream’s too stunned to correct him.
What’s worse, is Hob just accepts that as reality. He spends a solid minute - a minute - fumbling over the initial shock as he processes that information, before taking the lead on Dream’s silence. He launches into a rant about anything and everything his two-day old memory has to offer, smiling again, and then dares to ask questions about their life.
And Dream just sits there internally screaming about the whole thing.
I love grumpy immortal goths who use their job title as a name and their inexplicably ageless ray of sunshine counterparts that they found in a pub and definitely isn’t their best friend
Something Abt the way dream could have just...disappeared into a swirl of sand but no, he chose to walk off bc he wanted a dramatic scene in the rain.
hi friends so after paying all my bills + rent + my meds + dog food for my pup in January I am at $2.51 in my bank account and am still waiting to hear back from some places about jobs and really just would love to get food for myself for the next two weeks if possible 🥲🥲 I am having to ration my food and I am already chronically ill. If u can help even by reblogging that would be amazing
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Long story short I am genuinely very out of alternatives right now since no one has been getting back to me about jobs. I'm trying my hardest and I would really appreciate being able to feed myself again and maybe pick up my meds. I'm so tired running on bread products from the food bank :(
cashapp: $ecmarrocco
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If you’re a Non-Muslim and you see a Muslim praying in public, could you please not pass in front of them?
Go behind them, but not in front. 👍
Oh, signal boost! I didn’t know this.
Okay, but also: if you see a Muslim praying in public and they have something in front of them, like a purse or a bag or something like that, you can pass in front of them, but pass in front of that object.
it’s called a sutrah, and it’s meant to act as a physical barrier between the person praying and someone who might happen to pass in front.
Also, if you did this and didn’t know, please don’t beat yourself up over it. Now you know! Muslims aren’t supposed to pass in front of Muslims praying, either, because prayer is communication with God and you don’t want to break that connection.
Spread culture, respect customs, be good people. Simple as that.
Didn’t know this.
Reblogging again
THE AMOUNTS OF REBLOGS THIS HAS JUST MAKES ME SO HAPPY
S I G N A L B O O S T
Reblog forever !
Similarly, if a Jew is saying the Shemonah Esrei prayer (whispered, moving only the mouth, standing facing east with legs together) don’t go in front unless there’s a barrier.
Good to know
I’m trying to sleep but my brain is buzzing. All the posts about how proud we all are and how well he’s done and how far he’s come are making me unexpectedly emotional. This fandom has its issues but goddamn do we love Pedro Pascal. 💜
Have been suffering from Spirk Brainrot recently so I drew Spock in class. It's just a little doodle nothing too fancy...hope you enjoy anyway
Find more on my Instagram:)
I used to hate the world and I was happy when everyone died. But I was wrong, because there was one person worth saving. That’s what I did.
THE LAST OF US (2023-) S01E03 | “Long Long Time”
PSA from Blobby. Something we should talk about more ❤️
Y’all, I can’t reblog this fast enough
Fucking THANK YOU.
no context spoiler for the last of us episode 3
I’m sorry but the funniest part of this scene was Frank’s follow-up of “Well yeah now, but not then.”
Frank once had to beg for resources just to paint the house and Bill was reluctant because he didn’t understand it.
At the end of their lives, we see Frank’s paintings everywhere, all over their house and town. Which means that he not only was able to get Bill to see the importance of maintaining art and beauty, but that Bill went out of his way to make sure Frank always had paint on hand.
That just goes to show the strength of their love and Bill’s character development. One of the most romantic queer media pieces I’ve ever watched. Beautiful, gutting, perfect.
AND Bill was shown casually watering flowers around the house. He was going out of his way to take care of (and spend resources on) something that's sole purpose is to be beautiful.
A kinda (?) re-design of spock's revenge robe from the motion picture.
(please no reposts! reblogs are appreciated <3 thank you!)
Spock looks like the hot widow in all of those murder mystery movies who "definitely didn't do it"
Full interview
Former slave Sylvester McGee died in 1971.
They tried to change the course of history by feeding lies to all of us. Even to this very day Gov’t policies still hold us captive while the children of slave owners collect benefits during the process.
When You Fit In My Arms
Fandom: Steve/Bucky
After Civil War, (in an AU where the avengers make up and Thanos never happened) Bucky is trying to remember who he is.
And Steve waits.
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(Part 1)
It is different, being awake after decades of following orders and constant torture. It was as if he was dreaming when he methodically killed all of those people, as if his mind had pulled him out of his body and he had watched the whole thing from a distance. Sure, Captain America had convinced the Avengers to stand down and give him a chance and he was on a sort of a trial period, residing in the Avenger’s compound in the middle of nowhere. Most of the Avengers had even gotten used to his presence, not that it mattered.
The soldier was always alone, even in a crowd of millions. There was only silence.
Just like he had these semi-lucid memories of his past crimes, it was the same with his life before he became the Winter Soldier. It was just glimpses, moments, the barest of hints of a life well-lived.
The Captain hovered around him, more than the other Avengers, waiting for something. The soldier would no doubt disappoint him. He had saved the captain’s life and pulled him from the river. It hadn’t even been a thought then, just an overwhelming instinct.
It was clear Rogers knew him, knew his past. The way he looked at him was unmistakable.
But the soldier didn’t remember. He was good and benevolent now, but that wouldn’t bring back his memories.
He secretly craved them more than the Captain did. He wanted to be something more than a weapon. Whoever he was back then, he must’ve been a good guy to attract The Golden Boy of the USA’s attention.
Weeks and weeks would go by of Rogers hovering and waiting and trying to make conversation. The soldier would try to indulge him, but he never knew what to say, and based on the way a frown ended up on Rogers’ face, he was just disappointing him.
He wasn’t “Bucky” as Rogers referred to him. Deep down, he wanted to be. Wanted to be that person that received that snow-melting, sun-sparkling smile of Rogers’, the one Rogers would seek out in a crowd, the one who could be human.
“Hey pal,” Steve walked up to him that day, clapping him gently on the back. The warmth of it was magnetizing, even through a layer of clothing. The Winter Soldier flinched against his will and Steve frowned, pulling his hand away instantly. The warmth faded with him.
“Hello,” The Winter Soldier replied dutifully.
“Any new…ah- improvements?” Steve smiled. That was polite for ‘do you remember me?’
“No.” He replied and Steve frowned. Something painful burst in his chest at the sight.
“It’s okay. It’ll take some time.”
The Winter soldier nodded, not sure what to say that would comfort the other.
It went on like that every day for months, and through out the day, The Winter Soldier would get mere glimpses of his past, flickers of Bucky and then they were gone just as quickly. It was always something that stirred these emotions in him.
One fall morning, he walked around the Avengers Compound and a leaf crunched under his shoe. The sound had caused a spike of a memory to course through him.
…running through the woods but not fearful, not on a mission, running just to run…happiness…laughter…another voice beside him…hands intertwined…
The winter soldier inhaled, suddenly back in the real world. He could practically taste apples.
“Steve,” He said aloud, without really knowing why. And then he stood there, frozen as if he’d said something wrong.
