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Chapters: 11/11 Fandom: The Sandman (TV 2022) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling, Dream of the Endless | Morpheus & Hob Gadling, Death of the Endless & Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling, Death of the Endless & Hob Gadling Characters: Hob Gadling, Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, Death of the Endless, Roderick Burgess Additional Tags: Eventual Dreamling, Episode: s01e06 The Sound of Her Wings (The Sandman TV), Post Episode: s01e06 The Sound of Her Wings, Hob Gadling Needs A Hug, Protective Hob Gadling, Dream of the Endless | Morpheus is Bad at Feelings, Dream of the Endless│Morpheus Needs a Hug, Good Sibling Death of the Endless, Some of this is canon compliant and some of it is non canon compliant, Episode: s01e01 Sleep of the Just (The Sandman TV), Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Happy Ending Summary:

A love story between two beings who have all the time in the world, and yet nowhere near enough. A dive into how Hob Gadling and Dream of the Endless fell for each other, from their 1789 meeting through the present (and beyond…), and in which Dream breaks their 100-years pact before their pact is broken for them. Because Hob was right: Dream is lonely.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In the middle of writing Ted/Trent fic for the Ted Lasso fandom, I wrote this one Dream/Hob fic because I was so into season 1 of The Sandman.

Since season 2 part 1 is now out, I’d thought I’d recirculate this, if anyone was interested.💙

(The title of the story is the definition of the word “endless”)

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Happy Father’s Day to the best fictional dad out there 💙

Happy Father’s Day to Will Crimm 💙

*send Post*

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I’m so proud of you, friend 💙 🍩 🎉

On this April 18, 2025: Happy 3rd Anniversary to me finishing what has since been called "the bike fic."

Official title is: Nothing’s as Easy as Riding a Bike When You Don’t Know How

It was a Trent/Ted fic that told Trent's entire backstory from when he was a 10-year-old kid through season 2 (and that summer). It was supposed to be 6 chapters. Ended up being 19. Ted doesn't even show up until chapter 7. Ted isn't out yet because he only just figured out he's bi. There are multiple dessert-based dates. Trent has the worst dad, but the best older sister. It is a happy ending, but there is lots of heartache and loss to get there.

At the time, it was the longest fic I had ever written at 95K words.

Also at the time, it was the longest fic for the Ted/Trent pairing. And that scared me so much, that I messaged the author of what had been the longest fic up to that point to apologize.

(There have since been other longer Ted/Trent fics by other authors! I even wrote a 98K word fic for them since then. Congratulations to you all fic authors — this fandom or otherwise — who stick with their long stories and are able to keep track of everything in them. You are an underappreciated champion of words and perseverance 💙)

I'm celebrating this for me (as it's not a "popular" story at all, lol). But this story helped me start to figure out how to write novel-length fic. It's got some of my favorite lines tucked away into it. Allie walked so Catherine could run. Gerard Crimm was so awful, that the next fic I wrote had Will Crimm in it.

I'm proud of this story for a multitude of reasons. And I am proud of myself for writing it. Because that was hard.

Thank you to the people who gave it a chance when it was first being posted 💙

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Just two days after the previous strike, russia hits Kryvyi Rih again. They struck a residential area, next to a playground. In the early evening, when parents and children were outside.

As of now, 14 people are known to have been killed, including 6 children.

In the photo, parents stand over the body of their killed 15-year-old son.

Back in 2022, the world was saying "russian war of aggression will not be normalised". Today, in 2025, we are just numbers. Russia killing Ukrainians for the sin of existing has been normalised. Our lives are a boring statistic and our tragedies barely ever make it into the world news. Because this is no longer news.

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CONGRATULATIONS FOR TWO YEARS OF THE MOST BEAUTIFUL STORY 🎉🎉🎉

Thank you so much for giving yourself the second chance and sharing your talent with us all, friend 💙

Though I have publicly stepped back from posting Ted/Trent fic, I did want to celebrate today (March 30, 2025) being 2 years since I finished "Somebody Know Me Too Well." 💙

I still get messages from folks every now and again that it was the first Ted/Trent fic they read or that it was a story that got them interested in the pairing at all and that isn't something I take for granted.

Thank you to the folks who read this Bantr story of mine when it was first being posted and for those who have visited it since.

And extra big Thank You and gentle forehead kiss for the folks who left kind and/or wildly enthusiastic comments on it.

I wrote "Somebody Know Me Too Well" as a second chance on myself. (There's a reason it's the second Bantr fic I attempted to write.) I wanted a villain-free fic where Trent's two main exes aren't bad people — they just weren't right for him. I wanted a story where Ted fell first. I wanted cozy domestic moments. I wanted to weave something together where the same two people fell for each other at two different speeds, two different ways.

Thank you for these past two years with that completed story.

(And if you missed out on the bonus fic that takes place during the last chapter... feel free to check out "I'll Always Be There (As Frightened As You)"!)

xoxo r_n_g_are_dead

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It helped me to watch this MSNBC clip from Rachel Maddow (11 minutes), highlighting what Trump policies and practices of late — mass firings, dismantling systems meant to help US citizens, etc. — have already been overturned or at least slowed down.

That's not to say we're in the clear (because we are *not*), but it is good to see/hear that people are fighting back. Laws are being upheld. Illegal firings are being reversed. Protests are popping up EVERYWHERE.

I lose hope every day, but gain it back after watching stuff like this because there are things happening that the Republican owned media (which is a LOT of the major newspapers/news outlets now) is not reporting.

Support your local newspapers where you can. Watch your local news. They are the ones who will have the truth for your area about how your community is being most impacted.

Republicans who are not supportive of the Trump administration are the ones who need to be the loudest right now. Silence is the same as being complicit.

We Democrats can scream as loud as we want about how what is happening with the GOP/this country is not normal, but the GOP needs to cut out its own rot.

Pressure your Republican representatives at the local, state, and federal level to grow a spine and stand up for the country they swore an oath to protect.

Country over part. Democracy over a dictatorship.

Donald Trump did not win this election by a big majority. There was no mandate. He had less than 50% of the total votes.

Fight back. Support each other. This is a marathon, not a sprint.

I'll leave you with the song "Keep Marching" from the musical Suffs. The show itself is about the fight for women's suffrage, but it applies to us all right now, right here. We have to keep marching. Because it's not just for us, but those who come after.

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Monday evening in Odesa:

21:29 explosions

21:33 explosions

21:35 explosions

21:37 explosions

21:40 explosions

21:42 explosions

21:43 explosions

21:45 first reports of fires in the city

21:48 explosions

first reports of power outrage

21:52 explosions

21:59 explosions

22:07 explosions

22:14 explosions

Or should I write “the loud sounds of putin wanting peace” instead “explosions”? 🤔

Nothing says “I want peace” more than daily attacks on critical infrastructure and people’s houses.

Same shit every day for years

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For the past idk 2 or so weeks, I've been waking up to some fresh new bullshit Trump has said about Ukraine, and today it's news about him stopping military aid to my country. And I just want to go back to sleep in hopes that it's just some stupid nightmare and the next time I wake up everything will be alright.

A big part of american military aid is defensive, to help us shoot down all the stuff Russia launches at us. And they do this every night. Every morning, besides some new orange bullshit, there are also reports of new destruction Russia caused with its drones and/or missiles.

You won't fucking end the war by taking away the victim's resources to defend themselves.

In what world would this make an aggressor stop its aggression? It's so surreal.

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Goodbye Mr. Lynch I’ll see you in my dream

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Morning Routine 🌄

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A year ago today the first chapter of I Really Enjoyed Getting to Spend This Time With You by @rngaredead was posted 💙

If you're looking for a love story with a ticking clock that will pull on all your heartstrings, here is a story for you. If you're still mad at the laugh police scene and wonder what Ted's headspace was to be so cruel at the moment, and how it could have ended differently, here is a story for you. If you want to look behind the curtains on Trent's life and find out who's pushing his buttons and supporting him in doing ridiculously brave things (like writing a whole book about his crush... and that's just the start of it), we've got you covered. You will love Catherine and Harriet without a doubt 🩷 (The amount of thought and care that went into writing these original characters is unreplicable).

When @rngaredead first asked if they could write a little story for me, I never would have thought it would turn into an epic 25-chapter novel that would break my heart, put it back together, and teach me how to catch fleeting moments of happiness and make them mean forever. You couldn't have known that I needed that, friend, but I did, and this story dragged me through the year. And so did our friendship.

Please celebrate this incredible work with us!!

"Your eyes haven't changed and they were all I needed to find you". 💙💙💙

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This story is still everything to me.

I love the feeling of a new beginning, quiet and reminiscent, so terrifying but so right.

I love that it’s not about saving, but being a team through it all.

I love that it led to us being friends.

Happy New Year to everyone 💜

For @rngaredead 💜 This is an illustration to Chapter 1 of their incredible story Parents and Kids and Partners (Oh My), which is a must-read if you want some established Ted/Trent full of tenderness, character growth and some good drama. It is a sequel to Fathers and Sons and Boyfriends (Oh My) - a full novel about these two dealing with their own issues and finding love in each other (introducing my beloved Will Crimm as the best father on earth. And there is fake dating!). Please give the stories some love.

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I love your fic so much.

What is Catherine doing after the events of “I really enjoyed spending this time with you?” Does she find anything she loves spending time with?

Well, that is awfully kind of you to say 💙

Catherine, Catherine, Catherine…

She’s a busy lady. With teaching, her own research, and co-parenting Harriet, she does have her hands full. She and Michael have become ever-closer when he’s in town as Trent and Colin continue their friendship, but they’ve welcomed a third person into their friend group: Michelle.

(An additional chapter of the story post-Chapter 25 does exist that was never — and will never be — posted. But it established, among other things, that Catherine and Michelle became fast friends.)

It’s also safe to assume that Catherine and Rebecca have also become closer as Harriet and Jelka are now pretty much besties.

There’s no long-term romantic partner for Catherine at the moment, but she is happy. (Not having to worry about Trent as much frees up a lot of her mental energy.)

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💚 for Trent/Ted please 🥺

💚 true love's kiss / magic kiss / healed

:) <333333

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“You’re still wearing a Santa hat,” Trent whispered loudly as they waited for the door to open.

“It’s still Christmas, last time I checked,” Ted replied. 

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I know I know it's late for Christmas - but here is my gift to @rngaredead for their lovely story My Day With You was a Roller Coaster and I’m Getting Back in Line. I cannot describe with words how much it lifted my spirits during this holiday time. Do you want some fluffy and then angsty and then heartbreakingly tender Tedependent? Go read What Happens After series!!!

Hope everyone is having amazing holiday time❤️❤️❤️

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I'm late so please disregard this if you already have too many bespoke requests or simply want to adhere to the deadline you set, I respect that entirely.

I only came back to tumblr in the last couple days and in the time I was away tumblr decided to apparently unfollow a bunch of people 😣 including yourself!!

I couldn't forgive myself for not at least sending in my thoughts for our two middle aged and hopelessly in love men, as I myself am hopelessly in love with your writing, but please do only fulfil this request if you have the time and are willing 💚

I'd love to see something set before Ted and Trent are together. It's late one night, Trent has been struggling with his daughter who is either sick or simply would not sleep. Finally, after too many hours, she's asleep. And Trent, who's exhausted both mentally and physically calls his ex-wife for moral support...only he actually presses the first person in his calls list which happens to be Ted...

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Hello @sweetpeapod,

Welcome back to Tumblr! You were missed.

This would place sometime mid-to-late S3.

Thank you for letting me write this story for you — I hope it’s all right 💙

xoxo r_n_g_are_dead

TWs: a child is taken to a hospital (there is nothing graphic, it’s very brief, and all is well), one instance of swearing

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Some housekeeping:

This was the last story from the November 2024 fic requests. I have tagged all of them on here as “#bespoke Ted Lasso fic from rngaredead”

I did end up setting up an AO3 multichapter fic for these stories to keep them in one place, in which each story is its own chapter. (Pairings are labeled in the chapter titles so you know which chapter is which.)

I may be able to open fic requests back up at a later date if I'm still on Tumblr, if that is something people would be interested in. But for my own mental health, they are still closed for the time being.

Thank you, again, for letting me be of service to you! These stories were solely for the people who requested them. As long as they are happy, that is the only thing that matters.

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Co-parenting with his ex-wife, Theresa (Teri), meant that Trent had their 5-year-old daughter, Daisy, every other week. Still very much on speaking terms and as close as longtime friends–turned–spouses–turned–exes who were still finding their footing after Trent came out as gay after their daughter’s second birthday, the two were deep into a routine that worked as well as it could for what it was.

They had never presented as the most traditional family anyhow, what with Trent and Teri being in their early 40s when Daisy had been born. Their relationship had been rocky for a while and somehow they both thought that bringing a baby into the middle of it would solve everything, even though having kids had never been part of the plan all along.

It wasn’t a messy divorce and Trent would be forever grateful for how civil Teri was throughout the whole thing once she got over the initial shock that the real reason Trent rarely initiated intimacy wasn’t because she turned him off, but because she could never have actually turned him on. He had cried into her shoulder as he apologized for hurting her, though she knew he was the one who was hurting the most.

The divorce was a blessing, really. Trent knew that Teri was happy she still had her best friend, but that he was now also someone she could openly talk to about the dating she had done after they separated. 

It was the freedom of alone time that was wild to them both. Each had their daughter for half of the month while the other parent was able to do things that they hadn’t been able to for years. For Teri that meant be available to go away on business trips without feeling guilty about it. For Trent that meant throwing himself into the book he was writing about the Richmond Greyhounds.

When Teri had dropped off Daisy that week on her way to the airport, she had told Trent that their kid had a bit of a cold, but that it was nothing to worry about.

Two nights later, Daisy awoke, screaming in pain. She had been fussy all evening and hadn’t wanted to eat anything, even though Trent had made her her favorite chicken tenders and broccoli tots.

Trent held his daughter close and could instantly feel the heat radiating off her forehead, her bangs askew and plastered down with sweat. The fever was higher than he expected and he tried to keep calm as he dressed her in the coziest clothes he could find, strapped her into her car seat, and drove her to the Children’s Emergency Department.

Teri was in New York for work, so even though it was rather late in London, he knew she was likely in the middle of a meeting. So Trent’s phone stayed in his pocket as he held onto Daisy and promised her she was going to be all right.

When the Crimms were finally called back an hour later, it was a quick diagnosis that Daisy had a nasty ear infection. It explained how she had been pulling at her earlobe since she arrived at her dad’s flat and the fever. Antibiotics were prescribed and picked up from the pharmacy.

By the time Trent got his little girl home, changed into pajamas, and tucked back in, it was past 11pm. It was a saving grace that it was a Friday night and Daisy didn’t have to be at school the next morning so she could sleep in if she was able. The next Greyhound home match was Sunday. Though Trent had planned to do some research on Saturday, he already mentally crossed it off his to-do list.

Weary from the evening, but also oddly wired, Trent dragged himself to the couch in the living room and sank into the corner of it, the light on its dimmest setting because his own head was aching.

Knowing Teri would likely be at dinner, or at least done with work for the day, Trent pulled out his phone from his pocket to update her on Daisy’s trip to the A&E and the medication she’d be on for the next 10 days.

Opening his contacts list, Trent scrolled down to the Ts. Talia. Tanner. Ted. Teri. His eyes slid shut as he pressed his thumb down on what he thought was his ex-wife’s name and then raised the phone to his ear.

It rang twice before the call was picked up.

“Remind me again why we had this kid together?” Trent asked, exhaustion seeping from his soft voice. It was something he and Teri said often as they laughed about how they got to where they were in their complicated relationship.

A male chuckle on the other end startled Trent, as he wholly expected Teri to reply how she always did, Because she makes this world a better place.

Instead, he got Ted replying, “I wasn’t aware we had one, but I can cut you a check for back payment on child support.”

“Ted, I’m so sorry, I meant to call Teri,” Trent sputtered as he sat up a bit. “I’ve woken you up, haven’t I?”

“You have not,” Ted said through a yawn. “Haven’t even been to sleep yet. What’s got you up so late?”

“Daisy’s got an ear infection,” Trent said. “Got back from the A&E maybe half an hour ago. She’s finally sleeping.”

“The A&E?”

Trent recognized curiosity in Ted’s voice. “Accident and emergency… at the children’s hospital.”

“Shit, Trent, is she okay?” Ted’s confusion had shifted to concern.

“She is now, yes,” Trent replied. When Ted sighed with relief in his ear, Trent felt warmth spread throughout his chest.

“Are you okay?” Ted asked, concern still coating every word.

“I…” Trent didn’t know how to finish the end of that sentence, as he hadn’t stopped to think how he was. Daisy was top priority. But she had stopped crying and was asleep. And Trent was… well… “I’m not sure, actually.”

“You wanna talk about it?” Ted’s question floated gently into Trent’s ear.

There were a million things Trent wanted to talk about with Ted, mostly starting with what had shifted between them the past few weeks. He knew when it had started—when he had asked a far too personal question during one of their interviews for the book and Trent realized that his mounting crush on the Greyhounds coach might not be as one-sided as he thought. Since then, their eyes would catch a bit more across their offices. Gazes would linger a little longer. Earlier that day, Ted said he had something off-topic to talk to Trent about, but they got interrupted by Beard and Roy storming in with a new play.

“It’s so late,” Trent eventually landed on, which was not even an answer.

“It may be, but I’m gonna be thinkin’ about you and your kiddo the rest of the night, so if you wanna talk, or hell… just someone to listen… I’m here, sir,” Ted said.

“I worry every day that I’m a bad dad,” Trent said quietly. It was the truth and somehow even more of a loud thought of late than his feelings for Ted. While he and Daisy were in the waiting room, he kept thinking how he should have noticed something bigger was wrong with his daughter than just a cold.

“You’re not,” Ted was quick to assure him. “And I’ll tell you how I know that for sure—because good dads are the only ones thinkin’ they’re doin’ a bad job.”

The wall Trent had built up around his heart at the start of the season had been cracking for some time now, but a slab of it fell down right then as the two of them spoke for a bit about fatherhood and trying to do right by their kids but thinking it’ll never be enough. 

Conversation got deep. Being a journalist, Trent wasn’t usually the one to open up, but there was a safety that night in talking to Ted. Intimacy, even.

“You’re real easy to talk to whether you got a notebook in your hand or not,” Ted said through another yawn, the clock on Trent’s wall reading just past 1am. “This was all off the record, though, right?”

“Of course,” Trent replied through his own yawn. “For this book, anyway… I think there may be something here for a sequel comparing parenting to coaching.”

Ted chuckled softly into Trent’s ear, but Trent was too tired to feel guilty for how much he enjoyed that sound.

“Well, you can call me anytime you know. On purpose or mistakin’ me for Teri again, it don’t matter… I like hearin’ your voice,” Ted said. “I like you.”

“Ted…” The other man’s name felt heavy in his mouth.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be… please,” Trent replied, flustered and afraid to say the wrong thing because his feelings were too big and he knew his words would be jumbled in the state he was in. “I should probably go… let Teri know how Daisy’s doing.”

“Of course,” Ted said quickly.

The next words tumbled out of Trent’s mouth before he could overthink them: “May I call you later?”

“Later today?” Ted asked, the end of the second word sliding up a bit almost in disbelief.

“Mmm hmm… I…” Trent started. “I like hearing your voice, too.”