#dreamgadling

[anabimelo]

my tags are not working but here they are cuz I love them.

[sailorsally]

The famous song 'Mr Sandman' was actually written by Hob Gadling under the pseudonym of Pat Ballard and it's about Morpheus

[ithappensoffstage]

morpheus almost telling hob his name

[fishfingersandscarves]

little scene from All Hearts, Which I By Lacking by ellen_fremedon which is a great fic that i have reread many times 

[sailorsallyart]

What if Hob reached out and took Dream’s hand in his during one of their once in a century dates, what then??

(I think Dream would bluescreen on the spot and spend the next 100 years thinking about it)

[avelera]

Man, it has been ages since I read this fantasy novel where a male character tugged on his earlobe as an accidental sign that he was attracted to someone (Wheel of Time, for the curious) and it’s not a gesture I think I’ve ever seen in the real world, quite possibly it’s regional, but I was suddenly and violently reminded of that little character detail when THIS MAN:

Hob Gadling in The Sandman started doing it while looking at Dream right after they (sort of) saved each other’s lives from those thugs. And if it IS a regional tell of finding someone attractive, then I’m going to venture to guess this gesture was a deliberate acting choice.

Which is to say I think we can pinpoint the EXACT second that Hob began to consciously or subconsciously have a crush on Dream with that little gesture above and I’m going to say it’s way too deliberate of a gesture to not be intentional.

[seniorinternaut]

She asks him to bear witness to people in the last moment of their lives and that something happens when you look closely at something. You begin to understand it. And I think that understanding is the first steps towards love. And I think when he has that pivotal transition, he thinks to himself, if I can feel this about these people after such a short space of time, what do I feel about a man who I’ve spent 600 years with? And so he returns to him and in the episode you’ll find out.

Tom Sturridge on episode 6 of The Sandman and Dream’s relationship with Hob Gadling

[thestormthatrises]

Excuse me, sir???

Hob: are you... Are you *flirting* with me??

[santhropomorph]

Hob in 1789 after Dream sends Johanna Constantine off to nightmare land for pointing a knife at his 'acquaintance'

[lily-s-world]

HC. Hob is a profesor in modern times, and I'm going to believe that he teaches history. So, at one point he takes his class to a museum tour and they found a couple paints of a man that the students point out "looks a lot like Mr. Gadling".

One is a portrait of that time when Hob was a rich family man. So, he just says that it is a common last name and possibly an ancestor.

However, the other paint is of him and Dream in the bar. No idea who paint it, it is just there. And for this one, the students just start saying to Hob that his ancestor had an emo boyfriend.

Hob just nods and smiles, and takes mental note of never presenting to his class his actual emo boyfriend. Otherwise they will point the dots.

[buckyeagan]

‘The more you get to know someone the more you grow to feel love’ paraphrased Tom talking about Dream’s relationship with Hob at the con

[sailorsally]

ok but imagine hob & dream meet up again a hundread years later and the pub now is a disco? bit more futuristic & cyberpunkish maybe. Anways they are hanging at the bar for a while sipping some weird alcoholic drink that's the currebt centuries craze and then they get a lil lightheaded and hob suggest they should dance! dream thinks they absolutely should not. but hob is insistent and wont stop begging so dream says, "Fine," Hob's face lights up," One dance only," Dream adds. They end up dancing for a lot longer than one dance. Once they start they cannot stop. Dream has never sweat this much.(Actually he didn't even know he sweat before this. Kind of undignifying for an Endless). Towards the end of the night music turns slow and they are huddled closer, exhausted and mostly hanging off off each other and for a second their eyes meet in roaming ceiling lights of the disco. Half lidded pairs of eyes watch each other intently. Then Hob reaches out, sneaks his palm up Dream's shoulder. Gently rests it against his cheek. Waits. Dream's eyes go wide. He looks like a deer caught in a headlight. Hob swallows. Slowly runs his thumb over Dream's cheekbone. He's about to make a joke about its sharpness when suddenly Dream desintegrates in front of him. Swirling particles glowing in the disco lights and all Hob is left with is a handful of sand.

[ithappensoffstage]

Dream: Wait, did you just flirt with me?

Hob: Have been for the past 400 years but thanks for noticing. 

[arthurtaylorlester]

ok but hypothetically would hob and dream have to defeat (make amends with) dream's 7 evil (actually quite reasonable) exes?

[hotcocoabuns]

Today I bring you… *drumroll*

Edit: I forgot to tag the lovely artist that inspired me write these. @levionok, ask and you shall receive!

Teacher!Hob headcanons (mixed with an aftertaste of dreamling because I’m mentally ill about them)! Plus a bonus, mildly NSFWish, bit because, as much as I insist on writing sexy shit about them, I’m shy in front of an audience

Teacher Hob headcanons

Hob drives a motorcycle to university. it’s very important to me, ok? (picture him in a well worn leather jacket, distressed blue jeans and taking his helmet off/putting it on 😭💦🥴)

Hob’s outfit game slides from the most “cleans-up-nicely”, contemporary style, to the “just woke up with a migraine this morning after pulling 3 all nighters grading essays” half-made bun and T-shirt. His students can tell at what point of the school period they are depending on Mr Gadling’s looks alone.

Some of Hob’s literature students have taken to playing a game consisting of making him rant about William Shakespeare. He’s become scarily good at keeping his thoughts about the playwright to himself through the ages, and he can manage entire classes teaching his works without issue (maybe Will is still important or whatever). Still, once every blue moon, a student is able to get him riled up enough to trigger one of his signature “Shakespeare’s overrated” monologues. They have kind of a formula figured out: Bring up the topic of the bard’s possible inspirations, or the possible muse for Sonnet 130 and you’re pretty much a winner. He gets… passionate about it, to say the least.

Hob writes short quotes on the board at the beginning of his classes, hinting at the topic of the day. He makes his students try to guess it. He can be quite creative, which makes guessing more difficult. So, if they get it in the first three tries, he let’s them leave a bit earlier. As a treat.

He’s a MASTER storyteller. It’s one of the reasons why his lessons are so in demand and almost always full. His intonation, rhythm and body language are captivating. Sometimes, he’ll wear full-on costumes (with props and everything, the sweet man) to make his lessons more entertaining and interactive. Mr Gadling may be a little exotic, but that’s part of why he’s so popular at uni. (Something something, Dream’s rather private, but the pride that swells in his chest at Hob’s narrative abilities is undeniable).

Hob showed his students an antique fire weapon once (it was one of his, from the 17th century) and proceeded to baffle them after. demonstrating how to safely dismantle it, quickly put back it together, charge it and shoot it in record time. Like he’d been there when they first were made… Hey, Mr Gadling certainly has a variety of interests, huh?

So many faculty members have a crush on Mr Robert Gadling. He’s damn handsome and his easy smile melts even the coldest of hearts. He never seems to return anyone’s romantic sentiments, though. He insists there’s someone in his life already, but no one’s ever seen them?? And Hob won’t even tell their a name??? (He’s still a bit possessive about Dream’s name. It took him 600 years to get it, for god’s sake).

Cue the entire university slowly getting invested in Mr Gadling’s love life.

Bonus NSFW!

Dream enjoys visiting Hob at the uni. Sometimes, he’ll materialise in lecture halls, wait for him at the door, at the halls, at his office… Hob’s prudence is constantly hanging by a thread because Dream has taken a liking to showing up with nothing but his pitch black robe on and getting Hob to push him against the wall and maybe fuck him on his desk, if they have time.

[sweetdreamsaremadeofsugar]

Hob: " Do you think your family likes me? Dream: My sister literally begged you to marry me"