Ngl The Idea Of Enid Addams Is Simply Hysterical To Me. Whole Family Dressed In Pitch Black And Then

Ngl the idea of Enid Addams is simply hysterical to me. Whole family dressed in pitch black and then there’s their token golden retriever (or, well, wolf)

On the rare occasions when Hob is actually mad at Dream— he refuses to sleep. Coffee, energy drinks and the God forsaken awakeness pills? All fair game. If he has to inject caffeine directly into his vein, he would. Hob doesn’t often get mad, but when he does, he likes to make a point. Dream and Hob match in more than one ways, really, they do. And so it is that the Dream Lord must come out of his realm personally to sprinkle sand into his lover’s eyes because he’d be damned if Hob refuses his gift for more than two nights in a row. Not speaking for 100 years? Easy. Hob refusing sleep? Unacceptable.

shazam absolutely lying through his teeth on twitter

there is no unlived life or alternative reality where everything went right…. there is only here and now what are you going to do with it

For an average girl from New Jersey Rose takes it well that his grand-uncle is an eldritch entity.

It takes her more time to get over the cognitive dissonance of seeing her favourite history professor, every students’ father figure, the most innocent, Dr knitted-sweater-every-day Gadling, the Mr Rogers of Imperial College to casually smooch Dream. With the tongue.

“Hi babe,” he says cheerfully. “Is that your niece? Nice to meet you, dear, I’m—”

Hob falls silent, watching his student, eyes widening comically.

“Miss Walker?”

Rose covers her eyes as if it would make the mental image burnt into her memory fade.

“You ruined my childhood.”

Hob flushes a deep shade of red.

“Miss Walker I must apologize—”

“Ruined it.”

THE LOOK™

Dream and his ravens