#the sandman interview

[boydholbrook-fan]

Boyd at the San Diego Comic-Con in 2022 in an Collider interview for The Sandman

He's cute. He's adorable. He's lovely. He's wonderful. He's incredible. He's handsome. He's a phenomenal and an exceptional talent. He's just simply THE BEST! And I love him and admire him so much! ❤️

BOYD HOLBROOK IS A LEGEND!

And here's a little clip from the interview:

[alexwilltellyouthings]

Hi queer fans of queer stuff! How are we feeling with today's TV industry? How about really bloody angry?

Look, the recent cancelation of Dead Boy Detectives is obviously personal for its fandom, but it's also one more nail in the coffin and I think we have to start doing something about it together.

I went through this with Sense8. With Our Flag Means Death. With smaller but also amazing shows like The Bastard Son and the Devil Himself. Not to mention when it's not cancelled yet but it's boycotted with seasons cut in half or zero marketing. *I am tired*.

If you are too, I ask you to join the campaign. This is specifically about increasing views and attention, not because Netflix is necessarily going to change their minds (we know that's unlikely), but because we want to prove that we exist as a group.

So even if you don't feel like actually watching right now, we ask you to give it a stream if you have a Netflix account, with headphones connected or low volume. If you don't have a Netflix account, and honestly good for you, you can help by boosting us in social media.

I do recommend Dead Boy Detectives for real, it's REALLY good, but this is more about joining forces. They want numbers, so we give them numbers in the most petty way: after they cancelled so that other networks will get interested. At the very least, the crew and creators might get some royalties and they deserve it after busting their asses for years to give us this season.

TL;DR: stream dead boy detectives as a community to shove it in their faces

[boydholbrookfanpage]

Article found HERE

*thank you for sending me the source! 😊

Boyd Holbrook talking about the return of the Corinthian:

I NEED him to come back as the Corinthian.

[starlightseraph]

friendly reminder that george took ballet classes!!

[ineedhjalp]

oh honey i have rewatching capabilities you couldn’t dream of

[thatonequeeraunt]

An alignment of shows with queer themes (imo)

[milfzatannaz]

just death of the endless and LDPDL maximizing their joint slay

[lenreli]

TOM STURRIDGE in The Sandman S2 Sneak Peek

[orionsangel86]

I like how in this era of excellent queer TV to replace the SuperWhoLock era, each light hearted comedy show of the trio has a dark queer mirror. Black Sails is to Our Flag Means Death, as Interview With The Vampire is to What We Do In The Shadows, just as The Sandman is to Good Omens.

I do find it odd how in each pairing its the supposed light hearted comedy show that has emotionally devastated its audience so far though...

[justaghouletteintheclergy]

𝐵𝑢𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝐷𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑟

𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝐷𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐸𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑥 𝐹!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝐹𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑚: 𝑆𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑚𝑎𝑛

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑡 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑠, 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑓 𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑛𝑢𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑦, 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑔𝑦𝑛𝑦 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑖𝑡

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐵𝑢𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑, 𝑠𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑖𝑑𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑? 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ, 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑑? 𝑂𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦

𝐺𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑡𝑜 @/𝑘𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑠𝑤𝑟𝑙𝑑. 𝐵𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒.

The young woman's mind screamed at her, warning her of the danger she would face if caught doing this, alas, her desire to know of the secrets her Father's cellar held was far too great. She grew up hearing the whispers of the entity held imprisoned by her Father, Roderick Burgess. She had always wished to venture downstairs to catch a glimpse of the entity they all spoke of but her Father forbade her from doing so.

Roderick never cared much for his daughter, never really wanting a daughter in the first place, that feeling grew much stronger after her elder Brother, Randell Burgess, passed away. He treated her more of a housemaid than daughter ever since that tragic day, only conversing with her if he needed anything or if chores needed to be done, when she suggested helping Roderick with the Order, he snapped, screaming about how he forbids her from ever interacting with magic or the Order. She never once brought up the subject again, fearing another scolding. Y/N's only source of love and friendship came from Alex, her second eldest Brother, Sykes and Miss Ethel Cripps, she had not known Ethel for very long but she grew fond of the blonde woman, and Sykes treated her more like a daughter than her Father ever did. Although her relationship with her Father was... Less than ideal, she always did admire his love for magic and the forbidden, she found the subject utterly fascinating! Secretly wanting and wishing to seek out and learn of these arts.

Which is why she was in her current predicament, she vividly remembers of the night Roderick summoned the being.

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"The chanting was loudly pounding in her ears, there was a chill in the air, her heart was racing from anxiety, candles flickering all around, the display of dark magic surrounded her. The little girl was fascinated as well as fearful of the ritual taking place, this ritual was the summoning of Death. To summon and bind Death to the mortal realm and compel him to bring Randell back from the grave. Chants and cries somehow growing louder every passing minute as the ritual goes on, her eyes darted around the room, waiting, watching her Father at the head of the circle, passionately crying out the spell, their crying echoed in the cellar, getting louder, almost screaming out. When suddenly..! The feather her Father dropped in the binding circle for the spell was lifted in the air, quickly lit aflame then snuffed out just as fast, both Alex and Y/N stepped closer; watching with navie curiosity, a strong wind suddenly snuffing out all the candles in the room, a thunder boomed through out the room, the binding circle started to glow gold as the spell went on, everything was happening so fast for the poor girl all she could do was hold onto her Brother as her hair whipped behind her, squinting her eyes as she tried to watch the ritual unfold before her. As soon as the binding circle began to glow something appeared in the center, her young mind could not make out what it was but she remembers how it kept twisting and turning almost angrily as the Order continued onward. The twisted form let out flashes of light all around the room almost in the same fashion lighting would. "i summon you in the name of the old lords! Namtar, Allatu, Morax.. Maborym calls you!" The twisted form seemed to have gotten more enraged as Roderick called out, as if fighting against the spell itself. "Horvendile calls you!" The form became larger and larger as it contorted within itself with each passing second. "We summon you together, come!" As her Father called out one last time, within the large form a figure dropped onto the cold hard ground.

All was silent, the chanting no longer present, no one dared to speak as they stared in trepidation, the young girl eye's widen as she too stared at the dark figure, the spell.... It worked. Her Father did the impossible, he had summoned the Angel of Death! No man has ever achieved such a feat! The candles lighting themselves once again as Death laid there unmoving at their feet, the Order soon began to speak in hushed whispers as they still stared in awe of their accomplishment. Death was draped in a pure black cloak and wore the most usual helm, no scythe in sight like she was led to believe from old books in the library. Roderick called for Alex to take the possessions of Death off his person, first was a black leather pouch filled with... Sand? Seemly nothing special, just ordinary sand, next was a stunning ruby necklace, it seemed to glistened under the light above the circle, before taking hold of the final object, his helm, Roderick reached forward and striped Death of his cloak, the moment that cloak was striped away the young girl quickly shut her eyes and turned her back towards him, fearing what might happen if she even glanced at the Angel of Death. Only hearing her Father shoo off a raven that had apparently came along with Death himself. Roderick now equipped with the objects of Death, left the cellar, son and daughter by his side, that was the last time she ever set foot in the cellar.

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Until now.

As she grew, she learned that the divine being in her Father's cellar was in fact not Death but someone else entirely, they say he is just as powerful and dangerous as Death himself. How this knowledge came to be in the Burgess household was all thanks to the man in white. She remembers how the man in white came to her Father, evidently this man knew everything about the being trapped below, she remembers feeling uneasy when she watched the two of them walk into the study. Only Roderick and Alex knew of his true identity, withholding the information from the rest of the Order. Her desire to see this being and learn of them grew ten fold when she heard of this; watching the entrance leading to the cellar closely and as soon as she saw the guards leave, she took her chance, hastily slipping in and stepping down the stairs knowing a new shift will be coming down soon. But she had to do this, she needed to do this, she couldn't explain it, she... Felt a tug in her soul, like a calling of her name, she certainly could be imagining all this in her own mind, after all she grew up surrounded with magic, witchcraft and other dark forbidden arts, that alone could easily trick someone into feeling this sort of way.

Nonetheless as she raced down the cold steps, her heart raced in anticipation, her hands were in agitation. What form of being could possibly be imprisoned here? If not Death... Then who? Turning a corner, she took a shaky breathe as she slowly faced the entrance way to finally gaze at the being her Father captured all those years ago. She gasped as her eyes set on a...Man? He simply sat inside a glass sphere of some sorts, this man he was... Beautiful, beautiful too poor a word to describe him, he was...well...Divine, he had to be angel, there was no question about it. Not bothering to flip on the lights, she slowly approaching this angel, his hard stare boring into her eyes not once breaking contact, carefully watching her every move like a predator watches their prey.

The man now watching her with peaked curiosity, asking himself as to why she would dare get closer, the woman now face to face with the angel trapped in glass, she could study him more in depth, immediately noticing his lack of any sort of clothing, her face felt warm at the realization yet not daring to rip her gaze from his, continuing to study his handsome features, he had dark wild hair, porcelain like skin, pink lips, a strong yet soft face, she easily could compare it to the marble statues in museums, Yet... the thing that captured her attention the most was his eyes. Oh his eyes... His eyes were bright and sparkled in a way that it was like looking up into the night sky, completely shallowed in darkness, only the stars shining the way. Others may have saw a creature, a monster locked away even but that is not what she saw, she saw a man so beautiful so ethereal that she could not believe he was right in front of her, almost as if.... He came from a dream.

The man held his strong stare at the mortal in front of him, she shivered under his intense star filled stare, she felt as if his eyes were piercing into her very soul, eyes bewitching body and soul alike. "I'm so sorry" she said softly, breaking the silent. As beautiful as he was, she felt deep pity for this poor creature, to be stripped of everything that you were and imprisoned, like a butterfly who was pinned down beneath glass. The man didn't react her apology, just holding his strong gaze on her. "You do not deserve this, no one does...I want to help you" she whispered as if afraid someone will hear her, the man's face soften at her words almost surprised by the words, was he hearing the woman correctly? She was offering to help him? But why?

While the man pondered over her words, to show a sign of peace the woman slowly reach out and ever so gently placed her hand on the glass, the man blinked completely confusion, the two not moving for a moment until he slowly did the same as she. She gave him a soft smile at the gesture, her mind begining to wander as she looked onward at their hands, wondering what would it be like to be touched by him? Would he be gentle or rough? She imagined his hands interlocking with hers, would his hands be as soft as they looked? Her eyes wandering back to his face, eyes now resting on his lips... What would his lips feel like pressed against hers? Briefly she pictured his lips gently brushing against hers, smirking as he teased her before kissing her deeply. The very thought of such actions had her breathless and weak kneed.

A sudden movement within the sphere broken her out of her daydream, the man seemed to have moved closer to her as best as he could despite the restriction, his nose barely touching the glass, hand still against hers, his eyes were now.... Different somehow, still very intense yet... There was something else.. Could he somehow see into her thoughts? Did he see how she imagine them sharing a passionate kiss? Her face turning red at the thought, this reaction did not go unnoticed by him, he placed his other hand on the glass still staring intensely but much softly than before. Begining to lean in, mirroring the man's actions, it all came to a halt when she heard a familiar voice shout out.

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"Y/N!" She jumped at the sound of her name being shouted, quickly spinning around to see her Father storming towards her.

"Father i-!" Was all the young woman could get out before Roderick, grabbed onto her throat, throwing her down roughly, swiftly bringing his cane down on her causing her to cried out.

"ARE YOU MAD WOMAN? DO YOU KNOW WHAT HE COULD DO IF HE WERE TO ESCAPE?" He struck again, again and again, with each hit skin split, blood spilled and bones broke, her cries and screams of pain and misery echoed in the cold cellar, all while Roderick was beating at his daughter as she helplessly laid on the ground, the man in the glass watched in repugnance, how could such a man do this to their own flesh and blood? Their beloved child, the one they promised to care for and protect, the one they should love and cherish with all that they are, his heart broke for the young woman, wishing he could help her, to end the pain that her very own Father was inflecting but sadly..he could not, he could only watch as the horrific scene played out before him.

Roderick grabbed at her hair, forcing her onto her knees, facing her towards the other man, he could see her clearly now, blood and tears falling down her face onto her silk nightgown, eyes struggling to stay open as she looked at him, trapped within the sphere all he could do was offer a look of sympathy towards her "Dream of the Endless! I offer her to you!" Dream's attention drawn now onto Roderick "I have no use for this girl, if you give my son back, she will be yours to take" Dream stared at the elder man, he would sacrifice one child to bring another back? How could a parent be so heartless? To put so much pain and anguish onto his daughter, her only sin of being born. He felt a deep anger inside of him, he is a prisoner in amateur mage's cellar, stripped bare of everything he had, forced to stay in the mortal realm while his kingdom was in dire need, Roderick, demanding each day to bring his son back has the audacity to sacrifice his own daughter like she nothing more than animal. All of this enraged the King of Dreams however.. despite this, he did not speak.

"DID YOU NOT HEAR ME? I AM OFFERING HER TO YOU, TAKE HER" the elder man screamed, but ever still, no words were spoken from Dream.

"Father... Please.." The young woman whimpered, pain obviously laced her voice, at her plead he released her hair causing her to fall back onto the floor, too weak to hold herself up without support. The old man walked away in a huff, calling for the guards to come take his daughter away.

As her bloody body was lifted from the floor, her eyes once again set on the man trapped in glass, before consciousness took her she uttered a single word "Dream"

[the-fangirl-diaries]

His looks? Stunning? His voice? Hot. His moral compass? Questionable. Don't bother telling me who he is, I probably know who you're thinking about and honestly? Same.

[boydholbrook-fan]

Boyd at San Diego Comic-Con in 2022 in an TV Insider interview for The Sandman

He's cute. He's adorable. He's lovely. He's wonderful. He's incredible. He's handsome. He's a phenomenal and an exceptional talent. He's just simply THE BEST! And I love him and admire him so much!

Notice Boyd's tiny wave in the first gif. Also the last gif. ❤️ Aaand the Clement Mansell look of course.

Also the 48sec clip is my favorite part of the interview. ❤️

I know I'm repeating myself but that's just how it is.

I love Boyd Holbrook! ❤️

[shiplessoceans]

No but it's actually wild going back to look at my old favourite ships like McShep and Johnlock and Merthur and recall how I would lose the ability to breathe if they maintained eye contact for 4+ seconds. Compare that to what we have these days?

I was a repressed Victorian era madame fainting at the sight of an ankle compared to the festival of delights we have now.

[shaylogic]

Messy Masterpost: I don't have the words so here's a mess of links and ideas

@captainfantasticalright's Dead Boy Detectives: a breakdown of Dante's hell. This post is a masterpiece of understanding how the Hell/afterlife dynamics work in Sandman Universe and DBDA, and it's sent my mind buzzing like crazy

My post about Simon's book

Not just any book

Theory about Simon's brother/father? Being a part of Burgess' Cult ("Order of Ancient Mysteries")

Thank you @niko-sasaki-dbd

Ba'al ==> Sa'al

Seems like Simon may have gotten a demon-summoning book that worked from his brother who may have been involved on Burgess' cult from Sandman. He died with book in hand, and that's the one he's tearing apart on repeat in Hell. Tumblr user listed above identified what the book might be, based off the image.

This interview at 12:52 George Rexstrew answering that Edwin's favorite thing about Charles is his unconditional love and acceptance of him.

Post about Charles bearing his soul to the Night Nurse like Orpheus played music to Cerberus

Interviewer talking about "straight friend" Charles "rejecting" gay Edwin, only for George, Jayden, Beth, and Steve to stiffen up slightly. Asking about how Charles didn't have a gay panic reaction to Edwin's confession. This interviewer is actually gay and interviewed on a gay network later, which threw me after this question.

=>If Charles had really gay panic rejected Edwin, it really would have ended like Eurydice, thrust back to the pit of Hell to wallow in the internalized homophobia, rather than being released with the support and healthy love of Charles.

Actors have reiterated multiple times that the case is not closed on Edwin and Charles' romance, they're just getting started and figuring it out in the midst of all the chaos.

People are stuck in Hell because they believe they belong there but Edwin gets out the second time because Charles KNOWS he doesn't belong there! And reminds Edwin of this when he's getting pulled under in it all

Charles went back to his red polo after the confession and escaping Hell with @nerdytacollama's excellent addition on episode 7 specifically!!

Edwin's whole arc was about accepting loving and being loved and his attraction to men, and his love of his best friend, specifically

Steve Yockey saying the confession NEEDED to happen on the stairs out of Hell. One reason being that Edwin may have been too afraid to go through with it after, another being that he could get dragged away forever at any second and it could be his last chance.

[above article pic quote from this]

But also based on the Hell worldbuilding of the Sandman Universe where people only go to hell if they believe in it and believe they deserve to be there > Edwin believing his want for intimacy at all letalone with other men being "such a sinful life" (Night Nurse paperwork) > the upward climb of healthy love from the Dante's Inferno Post > Edwin HAD to confess on the stairs and be accepted! It freed him of Hell~!

Simon moved on from Hell with Edwin's mutual sorrow for the two of them and somewhat understanding/forgiveness? Maybe self-acceptance from the gay guilt

Edwin's form saying he would serve in Hell for living such a sinful life and then be reassigned to a more pleasant state (Hell not an eternal afterlife, just time served and then moving one)

[image posted in @reviewcreature's post with @melefim's addition]

If Edwin went back now, loved and accepted by his friends and himself, would he pass on to the better place?

My post wondering about reincarnation in the Sandman Universe, which others weighed in on in the comments about how it's indeed canon

The parallels of the Lust room in hell being a butcher shop with bloody hanging bodies to reflect the debauchery of bloody writhing lust bodies ===> compare to "Girls' Night" when Jenny was running and hiding from stalker Maxine in her butcher shop behind meat ===> compare Edwin's arc of accepting "sodomite sin" of being attracted to men (challenge to the epitome and catalyst (ha) by the Cat King) and him having been through the Lust room of hell before and him STARING AT THE RED BULL ON THE BUTCHER SHOP WALL (as compared to directly in the first linked post)

The purity of Charles and Edwin's love compared to that and the stereotypes of how male love is depicted in media, as George, Steve, and Jayden have spoken out against gently in multiple interviews

How it's partially childlike, partially deep friendship where two men can hug and cry, partially a crush, partially potentially reciprocally romantic

The juxtaposition of Edwin's archetypical confession to Charles on the stairs of Hell on the way out of the Limbo of it, with Maxine guilty and desperate just below them, not even looking toward the open door

Fans wondering why it was so easy to get out of Hell. The worldbuilding canon saying that Hell is what you make of it (Charles says this in the original Season of Mists Ch 4 comic, Edwin says it in episode 7 to Simon). People in Hell stuck because they feel they deserve it.

@podcastenthusiast's post about being glad Edwin didn't see Simon move on, because then he'd really wonder we he himself suffered so long

==>CHARLES got Edwin out because he KNEW he didn't belong there!!!!

They push and pull each other by the arms the whole way to the top!!!!!!!

Magical weight in the snake pit "nothing's meant to leave this place"

Charles literally dragging Edwin out of Hell for the love and devotion to him!!!!!!!!!!!!

Allegory of dragging him out of his self-rejection and holding him by the face saying over and over "I love you. I accept you. I'm not leaving without you."

Openly gay producer/director Steve Yockey insisting on being the one to write Episode 7 and you can feel it in every color on the screen.

There's no higher power deciding this, despite the paperwork and minders ensuring everyone is sorted. It's an internal self-decided fate, unconscious.

I'm not gonna be able to link and list every pic and organize this in the state I'm in but--

ARE YOU SEEING ALL THE THINGS I'M SEEING?

Girl help I'm getting visions!!!!!!!!!!!!

[soinlovewith]

Hey everyone 👋

Have you watched Dead Boy Detectives on Netflix? If not, please do. It’s such a great show, queer, unique & connected to the Sandman Universe. 🫶

Even after rewatching the show there are so many hidden details to discover ~ it’s amazing

It’s still 1 Season but SO worth it 😏

Would love to read your thoughts on the show.

[lady-phasma]

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