I Just Know That If We Had Any Website Or Details Of The Attackers, We'd Manually DDoS Them Just Because

i just know that if we had any website or details of the attackers, we'd manually DDoS them just because we want our gay lil bedtime stories

"What's the matter?" Dream asked when Hob laughed suddenly. "Hm? Nothing, love. Just thinking what we'd say in vows if we had a christian wedding. Since Death won't exactly do us part." "I see. She wouldn't - she believes you're too good for me to take you." "What would you say, darling?" "I would say that I will love you until the last page of Destiny's book. Until stories stop being told. Until the last dreamer stops visiting my realm. Until the universe fuses back into a single mass." Dream breathed, "I love you, Hob Gadling. I will love you forevermore."

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Hob startled awake a few hours later, to the sound of gasping breaths. Dream was sitting up, curled up against the headboard. He had his face hidden in his knees as he desperately tried to be quiet, reluctant to disturb Hob.

He was going to slip out of the room soon. “Dream, you’re okay. It’s June 1st, 2019, you’re safe, you’re with Hob Gadling. Can you repeat that for me?”

Dream shook his head once, jerky and anxious, and his trembling became worse.

Hob blinked the sleepiness out of his eyes, and pulled himself closer. He wrapped his calloused hand around Dream’s dainty ankle, but Dream flinched at the initial contact. Hob winced internally, but chose not to pull it away. Somehow, he had the sense that supporting Dream’s bad ankle would help ground him.

“You’re alright, Dream. Breathe with me?” He counted out loud — four to inhale, seven to hold, and eight to exhale. He tapped out the beats with his thumb, and slowly but surely, Dream’s breathing calmed.

“Calm down, Dream. It’s okay. Slowly, yes… good job. You’re doing well. You’re doing so well.”

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"Shit! They're onto us. Come on!" Hob pulled Dream along, slipping into another room as a stampede of hired security stormed down the hall. "We're going to be made out. This is not good, Dream." "We're not going to be made out." Dream snapped, rucking up his shirt and messing up his hair even more. "How much would you like to bet they are significantly discomforted by queer presence?" Realisation dawned, and Hob smirked. "Aren't you a clever little cookie." And then pushed Dream against the wall, kissing him as deeply as he possibly could. Without missing a beat, Dream wrapped a long leg around Hob's waist, groaning into his mouth when Hob yanked it even higher, leaving him even more spread out and exposed. "You taste like- like honey. And mint." "Do you like it?" Dream purred, and then gasped as Hob ground his hips against him. "Please-" The door burst open, and then immediately slammed shut, with the suit grunting in disgust. Hob laughed, running a hand down Dream's hitched leg, and kissing him again. Until Dream pushed him off. "We can make it to the safe before they return. Then reach the second building by roof." "Seriously?"

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OH YES I WILL NEVER SHUT UP ABOUT THIS.

When he tells Death he feels empty and purposeless and 'like nothing', she tells him that he's pathetic and worse than Desire (aka sibling who had him tortured for 105 years)

When Dream wants people who aren't supposed to be in his realm to go where they're supposed to be, and tells them so, he's basically handed a death threat.

Even when the Dreaming, the realm that is as much a part of him as he is of it, is cracking, who does Mervyn go to report it to? Lucienne.

The whole show is filled with people and not-exactly-people absolutely refusing to respect Dream's autonomy. Even less than they used to before he was (obviously non consensually) imprisoned for over a century.

That's why he talks to Rose before he has to kill her. That's why he talks to Gregory to get his permission. That's why he remakes Gault as a dream. That's why he listens to the Corinthian before he has to unmake him. That's why he obeys his son's wishes, until it leads to his own downfall.

He's been denied free will, autonomy, basic respect for so long.

I think he thinks his death is the only choice he's ever made for himself.

"No more ravens." "If not for you, then for me. A raven can go back and forth between realms. Keep me informed—" The Sandman (2022-) 1.02 "Imperfect Hosts