Icon from a picrew by grgikau. Call me Tir or Julian. 37. He/They. Queer. Twitter: @tirlaeyn. ao3: tirlaeyn. 18+ Only. Star Trek. Sandman. IwtV. OMFD. Definitionless in this Strict Atmosphere.
the fact that the embodiment of the collective human unconscious feeds the birds like an old man is so goddamn delightful somebody play him that scene from mary poppins
i love this scene particularly, because it shows how comfortable dream actually feels around hob. the way he sits down and leans back, relaxed? most of the time he holds himself very strictly, he’s so composed because of his position and the burden he has to carry. he can be more himself probably only in the dreaming yet he has to keep his feelings inside there because he’s lord of dreams, so again - maintaining the position. and here? he looks like he breathed again. i haven’t seen him like this through the entire show
He came into our lives as an orphaned
little ball of fluff in need of a forever home, and left us a home that
is forever his. He was the purrsonification of comfort and love, willing
and ready to follow me anywhere he saw me going, full of big purrs and
cuddles, and always ready to groom his family with warm licks.
We
will miss you. The world is made so much darker with your passing, and
we must console ourselves with the knowledge you are beyond all
suffering, and we have 14 wonderful years of you to hold onto. May this
ensure that some small part of the internet remain forever Samwise.
