#the sandman world's end

[nerdygayheretoday]

Damn it Neil. Im reading the sandman to distracted myself from good omens what is that supposed to be

[writing-for-life]

The Endless—Michael Allred

Honestly, I still believe they’re all trying to outslut each other in this one.

Dream tits out as always, Destruction goes, “Yeah, but I’ve got chest hair!” Death is about to pull a Sharon Stone, Desire’s already in the middle of it and just needs to will away their kit, Despair’s like, “Groan, you’re all so complicated, be naked, be free!”

Destiny: “Nope, you’re all doing it wrong, subtle, fully clothed stoicism is way hotter.” But then he proceeds to lean against the pillar as if he’s waiting for someone to buy him a drink and turns out his hip. Just a bit of course.

And Del’s just Del 🤣

[orionsangel86]

Hob Gadling - A Queer Romantic?

I have been listening to The World's End chapters of The Sandman on Audible lately and just finished Hob's Leviathan. I didn't pay this story much attention when I first read the comic, as I tended to read through the stories quickly and put more focus into the stories where Dream had a larger role. But one of the reasons I like listening to the Audible book is because it allows me to absorb each story more thoroughly and take my time thinking about each one and the (usually multiple) meanings behind them.

Hob Gadling is a character that fandom has fallen in love with. I think this is clear to anyone that takes even a partial glance at Sandman fandom. This isn't a criticism - Ferdie's performance as Hob in the Netflix show has done wonders for Hob's character. He has made his version of Hob very easy to fall in love with!

But the truth is that in The Sandman comics, Hob is a minor character who we only get to know very little about. The story Hob's Leviathan appears in The Worlds End Sandman book. We only meet him twice before this, once in The Doll's House, where we are introduced to him in Men of Good Fortune, and again in Season of Mists when Dream comes to let him know that he may miss their next meeting. In both these issues, Hob is introduced via the narrator, and therefore I like to think that we are given a fairly honest representation of the kind of person he is. We watch him grow and learn throughout the centuries in MoGF, but one of the major takeaways from this I believe is that he tends to always be on the wrong side of history. He makes bad choices and can be a bit narrow minded. He is rude and selfish and also rather self-absorbed. I actually think that the performance of the voice actor who plays Hob in the Audible book emphasises these character flaws making him even more unlikeable in many ways, though I am aware that this could just be my own experience and opinion.

But Hob's Leviathan takes a different view of Hob. Literally. The narrator of this story is a young boy of 16 called Jim. Jim met Hob on a ship travelling from Bombay to Liverpool in 1914. Jim was working on the ship as a cabin boy and Hob had bought his passage back to England - though it is revealled at the end of the story that Hob actually owned the ship they were travelling on. It is clear that at this point in time, Hob is extremely wealthy.

Jim attends to Hob throughout the journey, and grows very fond of him. In Jim's tale, Hob is a good man, who is kind and thoughtful and cares about others. He saves the life of a stowaway (who turns out to be another immortal). He is shown to be patient, and funny, and very intelligent. Jim waxes poetic about how smart Hob is, and how much he impressed him. It is particularly clear in the Audible book that Jim is taken with Hob, to the point that it could arguably be a crush.

It is fascinating how much more likeable Hob is when narrated from the viewpoint of someone with a crush on him, whether this story is exaggerated through rose tinted glasses is of course something to consider. All the tales in World's End are just that, tales. There is a constant undercurrent of exaggeration and make believe to them where even the other patrons of the inn question elements to each of the stories. We are not supposed to take these stories as absolute fact, rather they are supposed to reveal to us more about the narrators as well as their own experiences existing in this magical and strange world.

When it is revealled that Jim is actually a girl called Peggy in disguise so they can get work on the ships, the quite obvious crush makes more sense to a heteronormative audience, but what I particularly like about this story is its queer potential. See in the comic, it isn't really clarified if Jim goes by Jim because they feel more themselves as a boy, rather than a girl, or if they are disguising themself as a boy just to get work as a means to an end. I would argue that the latter is the more obvious interpretation. Jim tells the other World's End patrons that they are getting too old to keep up the disguise and will eventually have to stop working in shipping, and that when that happens, they will take on a new name, a new identity and do something else, but that for now, the patrons can keep calling them Jim.

*for a lack of clarity around the point in the comic, I am going to use gender neutral pronouns for Jim going forward*

Now from Hob's POV, he figured out that Jim was a girl, and they talk about it briefly along with the sea serpent they saw. I think that at this point, Hob is impressively progressive compared to the previous times we have met him. Now whether or not this is biased storytelling from someone who has a crush on him remains to be seen, but if we take Jim's word as truth, not only is 1914 Hob a fair and honest man who is willing to pay the way of a stowaway and fully respect the secrets of a young girl disguised as a boy so they can work on ships, but he's also totally comfortable flirting with them.

I like that he calls Jim the "handsome cabin boy". I like that this version of Hob, whether real or an exaggeration skewed by Jim's feelings for him, respects Jim's identity. Jim may be a girl in disguise, but Hob doesnt call her pretty, he calls him handsome.

It's all just a bit subtly queer and I like that for Hob (But then I would do, I'm a Dreamling shipper HA)

When Jim finishes their story, they state that they didn't see Hob again after that, but the comics later do give us a possible outcome to Jim's story...

We next see Hob in The Kindly Ones where he is mourning the death of his girlfriend Audrey. He briefly reveals that Audrey was the first person he had loved since Peggy, who was his lover until her death during the Blitz. Whilst it isn't made clear that Hob's lover Peggy is the same Jim that we meet in World's End, it is a bit too much of a coincidence. The timing adds up. If Jim was 16 in 1914, they'd be in their early 40s during the Blitz. Hob remains forever in his early 30s so I'd say its a safe bet that Jim eventually found Hob again and they were together. Hob loved them enough that he wasn't with anyone again until Audrey in the 80s. That's 50 years worth of mourning. A long time not to be with anyone, even for an immortal.

It's funny because we know so little about Hob, but one thing that I have seen commented on here a lot is that comic Hob is deemed to be as Straight as an arrow. Now I admit that the voice actor in the Audible book plays him very straight, but that is still only one interpretation.

All this is to say that I am fascinated with how the Netflix show will adapt this, since Hob in the show already comes across much kinder and more selfless than his comic counterpart. He already has an entire fandom viewing him as queer, and the comics certainly don't outright shut down such interpretations. There are moments in the comics that you have to wonder on. He does call Jim handsome rather than pretty, and when he talks to Audrey's grave he mentions his wives and loves as separate groups. He talks about finding it easy to get sex if you want it, and he talks about it in generally gender neutral terms. In Sunday Mourning Gwen reveals that she thought he was gay when she first met him, though her reasonings were that he knew so many dead people (a dark reminder that these comics were published at the height of the Aids epidemic). He reacts very badly to the news of Morpheus' death. He states on several occassions just how much he liked Morpheus, and he is one of the few people to wake up from the Wake with tears running down his cheeks. I would arguably state that its between Hob and Matthew as to who had the worst reaction to Morpheus' death, showing just how much both Hob and Matthew cared about him, and placing Hob on par with Matthew in the comics is a big deal. He seriously considers accepting Death's gift when she offers it, simply because Morpheus is dead. He doesn't, because at the end of the day, its just not in his nature to do so, and given he then dreams of Morpheus, I like to think that it was a test, that he passed.

When it comes to how the show will adapt all this, I genuinely think it will take a new approach with Jim/Peggy. I think they will be either a trans man, or at least non binary. But I think having Jim be a trans man is the better option. In the comics, Jim's tale is only very subtly queer, Jim clearly likes being Jim, but it seems like its a means to an end, a convenience in order to get work on the ships, rather than being something that is core to Jim's feelings on their gender. Besides, if we assume that Jim is indeed the Peggy Hob talks about in The Kindly Ones, then we know that Jim goes back to being Peggy when they get older and apparently continues living as a woman whilst they are with Hob, otherwise I doubt Hob would have referred to one of his greatest loves by a name they themselves rejected and only used she/her pronouns when talking about them. Nevertheless there is no reason for the show to take this approach, and if they DO decide that Jim should be a trans man, then their relationship with Hob is canonically a queer one. Trans men are men and if one of Hob's greatest loves is a trans man, then Hob is a queer man himself. I genuinely believe the show will take this route and I can't wait to see it.

Going back to my point about narrators bias, if MoGF, SoM, tKO, and TW are all narrated by a neutral third party, then this must be the true Hob. A not overly likeable rather selfish man. He has his good points, and he has certainly grown and changed over the centuries, and carries a lot of guilt for his past mistakes, but he is still quite self absorbed. Jim paints a picture of a rose tinted Hob that is far more the dreamy romantic older gentleman that took a young person under his wing. Which is fair enough.

The show is of course its own adaptation, with changes from the comics as it sees fit, but I do feel it's my duty to remind you that the show also has a narrator guiding the audience through its many stories. Dream of the Endless, Lord Morpheus, King of Nightmares and Prince of Stories himself. Take from that whatever you will.

;-)

[avelera]

Ok but imagine at the beginning of Sandman Season 2 they do the S1 recap only instead of some serious voiceover it’s Hob Gadling doing the Luis from Ant-Man style of recap.

Except it’s not even like Hob’s being cheerful about it, he’s just repeating back to Dream what Dream told him about what else happened in Season 1, but at increasing levels of hysteria

[whim-prone-pirate]

how many times does neil gaiman have to specifically refuse to Word-Of-God anything before y'all take the hint—

he is the biggest supporter of fandom that there is, his own and in the broadest of senses. "is [x] canon?" is such an easily answerable question given that he has answered it twenty five times on one tumblr account. so, to reiterate, again, on his behalf:

book canon is stated in the book. tv canon is shown on screen.

anything that neil has said about his own characters outside of that specific and clearly laid out guideline is considered his own headcanon and opinion. there is no wrong or right version of aziraphale or dream or coraline. however you have decided to personalize these characters to help you love them does not make them any less real. Your Crowley is yours, and he is just as real as Neil's Crowley.

stop worrying. genuinely. you don't have to go searching for canon in the various gaimanverses because it's all been laid out in front of you since inception. you're all fine.

in neil's own words (possibly paraphrased as i don't have the post in front of me): "your characters are safe, and no one is going to take them away from you." not even neil.

[magnusbae]

dream, the entirety of s01 

[random-jot]

It’s an actual poll this time! Unfortunately I’ve had to axe some choices from my original post, but even so, here are the ten contenders!

Plus I thought I’d include pictures of everyone to help you make your judgment:

[classic-blue]

So I'm aware that The Sandman universe and the DC Universe are at least somewhat connected, so my brain likes to throw around how the Endless view the JLA and vice versa. For example:

Death, asked views on Batman: Lovely man. Does good in the world. Literally is content to die at any moment for the right reason, but he'll keep fighting for as long as he can. Good father, helps his grieving adopted kids. Helps others confronting mortality, has no qualms with his own.

Think Ace's death from the animated series, she would have been all over that.

Dream, asked views on Batman: ONLY THE LAWS OF THE ENDLESS KEEP DREAM AWAY FROM CLOBBERING THIS MAN HIMSELF.

Dream says that humans spend a third of their lives in the Dreaming; meanwhile Bruce is pushing A SIXTH of his existence there. THE MAN DOES NOT SLEEP. He contains no melatonin in his body. Sleep schedule? Beneath the Batman. The witching hour? More like the 'wrap-up patrol and file paperwork' hour.

And when he does deign to sleep, he is a nightmare-only sort of guy. Dream has tried to send him good dreams, of his kids, of his parents, of his successes, but NOOOooooo, Bruce ACTIVELY chooses pain and suffering and reminders of his failures. Dream is supposed to bring balance to people, refuge in their rest, it's legit his job, but Bruce REFUSES to comply, all to the face of the reigning champion of 'not taking emotional care of one's self.'

You scorn the power of Dream's realm? You disregard the Dreaming? Oh, oh! Jail for The Batman! Jail for the Batman for 1000 years (in a fishbowl)!

[countlector]

Day 3: Osaka Comic Con 2023 Mads Mikkelsen, Tom Struddige and Orlando Bloom

[writing-for-life]

Sandman Cover Project #55—Shea Anton Pensa

"The Sandman Cover Project": What would the covers have looked like if created by the issue artists instead of Dave McKean?

I will gradually add all illustrations via the tag “Sandman Cover Project”.

[martybaker]

Hob’s husband retired human Dream is a great concept

but do you know what else is a great concept?

Hob believing that Dream is dead and mourning him before he gets him back

[whisperprime]

Note: Edited Part 3 to undo a death scene. Forgot I wanted the guy around until the end. Whoops! This will be the last part for tonight, but I promise a certain someone finally shows up in this part.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Shortly after Hob’s missed meeting, a squabble broke out between Burgess and his followers and the outside world. People were noticing that something strange was going on at Fawney Rig. For the most part, they had managed to hide the full truth. But Hob could have told them that they weren’t going to be able to hide it forever. Someone was going to notice that Burgess and his older followers were far younger than they should be, forget the whole still being alive part.

Apparently, Burgess eventually found a solution that involved a lot of hush money. Hob was fairly certain that wouldn’t last forever, although it might buy him more time.

The dawn of the new millennium brought a new fervor to Mammon’s moods. It seemed the closer he got to figuring out the seal, the more the full thing alluded him. Hob almost wished his human eyes could see the thing that so vexed this demon, but he could no more see it than Burgess could.

The archdemon broke Hob’s binding circle one random day near 2010. Hob was so startled by the turn of events, that he hardly reacted when the archdemon began to drag him over to it’s work station. He didn’t realize what the creature planned to do until it was far too late to stop him.

Hob dies a violent, messy death that day. The fact that it’s temporary doesn’t relieve any of the stress of it, because each time the archdemon tries - and fails - Hob dies again. A near manic fury born of frustration burns behind Mammon’s eyes like Hellfire itself and Hob’s mind just shuts down for a while after that. He retreats full force into the Dreaming, not caring where he lands. He finds himself a secluded glade within Fiddler’s Green and doesn’t move for so long he loses track of time all together for a while there. Merely huddles there until his mind can handle the violence again and he doesn’t feel so shaky with it.

By the time he wakens, the gleam has left the Mammon’s eyes and he seems to have burned off some of the anger. He doesn’t try to kill Hob again after that. To make up for breaking the binding circle, though, the demon breaks Hob’s ankle. Takes pains to make certain even with Hob’s enhanced healing, it either remains broken or heals wrong. Hob, through the pain, is infuriated with the efforts he’s going to have to go through to fix it when this is over.

Time passes again. Hob knows he’s getting close to the end of this, whatever that comes to. Burgess’ visits to the basement have decreased significantly over the years. He mostly does so to verify that the archdemon has not secretly cracked the seal’s mysteries and made off with them. Each time, the archdemon sneers at the assumptions. It’s a demon, but even demon’s have their laws and a deal is a deal.

Hob only has a mild sense of when Dream escaped in the original timeline. Only knew it was somewhere around the time he showed up at The New Inn. Doesn’t really know, until one night he’s hiding away in Fiddler’s Green, when he hears:

“Oh my word.”

Hob almost doesn’t react. He’s so used to accidentally over hearing conversations in the Dreaming without being seen, he doesn’t realize what’s going on until a hand settles on his shoulder.

Hob does not jump out of his skin, but it’s a near thing. Stunned, he looks at the hand and then follows said hand up an arm, until he finds himself face to face with Fiddler’s Green’s human avatar.

Said Fiddler’s Green who’s staring right at him.

Hob points to himself, mouthing, ‘me?’ After over a century of imposed silence, it doesn’t even occur to him to attempt to say anything.

Fiddler’s Green brows crease in concern. “My boy, are you alright? You look quite the fright.”

Realizing he is being talked to, Hob croaks, “You can see me?”

He gets a blink in response and more concern. “Why, of course I can. Should I not be able to?”

Hob just laughs, the sound partially hysterical. It sounds terrible, judging from the look on the avatar’s face, but Hob could care less because Fiddler’s Green can see and hear him!

And that means: “The seal is broken.”

“Seal?”

Hob just shakes his head and smiles. The smile grows as relief blossoms within his chest. Whatever happens next, he managed to hold up his end of the bargain. The seal is gone (and oh, how pissed Mammon will be when he sees), but that also means that this at least, is finally over.

It’s with this feeling, he wakes up.

The archdemon is just as furious as he imagined he would be and much more. Burgess and quite a few others are drawn down to the basement, despite the fact that they should very much have stayed away. It is not just Hob who dies a painful death that day. When he returns to himself after, Burgess is standing over him. Hob is somewhat disappointed the man survived.

“It’s over,” Hob croaks up at him. “It’s gone.”

Burgess stares down at him for a long moment, before he turns to two of his followers. “Take this man somewhere no one will ever find him. I don’t care where. I never want to see him again.”

Hob doesn’t have the strength to fight the men off. They may be two of Burgess’ original followers, but they’ve barely aged and they are still in good health, unlike a certain immortal human who hasn’t drank or eaten anything in over a century.

They tie Hob up and toss him in the boot of the car. Hob doesn’t know where they’re taking him. Tries to get a sense of where they’re going, but he loses it. Loses a little more to some restless sleep. 

After what feels like hours, the car comes to a stop and he can hear water. He tries to put up a fuss when the drag him out of the car, but he can do little as tussled up and malnourished as his is. One of the men grow frustrated with him efforts and takes the butt of a pistol to Hob’s forehead.

Hob is out like a light.

He next finds himself hitting the door to the White Horse, recognizable because of how often he’s seen it, even in dreams. Outside is pouring down ran and ahead of him he can see a familiar retreating back. When he looks down, he’s wearing an outfit he hasn’t seen since the last time he dreamt of this meeting gone wrong. He does not know why he’s dreaming of 1889 now of all times, doesn’t know if there’s any point to it, but he calls out all the same with:

“Wait! Please wait!” 

Hob expects the figure to keep going. He doesn’t know why he’s doing this. He hasn’t tried to do this with a normal dream and his ability to lucid dream is clashing with the full force of the Dreaming’s natural effect of luring the dreamer to go along with the logic of the dream.

Near begging, he adds, “I’m sorry!”

There’s a shift ahead of him, subtle but there. Inexplicitly, the figure stops.

Hob does not know if this is means Dream is here or if this is a figment of his imagination, still, Hob feels compelled by some subconscious need to try. He does not want to do this unless he knows Dream is really here, but the Dreaming is more powerful.

“I’m sorry,” he says again. “You’re such a mystery to me, that I got caught up in the puzzle of you. Patted myself on the back and became arrogant with what I thought I had figured out about you.” He shook his head, even though the person he was talking to had his back to him. “I should have offered you my friendship. If you were unwilling to accept that, I should have asked if you were willing to accept my concern.”

“Concern?”

Hob nearly goes to his knees in relief. He knows that voice. He doesn’t know what caused Dream to actually come, but he will not miss this chance. “Yes, my concern.” He shifts, wants to reach out, but knows this Dream will not accept it. “You have a look in your eyes. I’ve seen it the last few times we’ve met. I can’t claim to know what burdens you carry, but you have the look of someone who is being crushed by it.”

For a moment, the landscape of the dream flickers. For a moment, they are not standing outside the memory of the White Horse, but are instead inside a Funeral Hall that haunts some of Hobs worst nightmares. Hob sees the sea of people in front of him, faceless and seemingly endless. Knows what he’ll see if he turns around.

In the next, they’re back outside the White Horse. Hob closes his eyes against the sting of them. Says the words he wished he said the last time he saw this being. “I’ve seen people with that look in their eyes before. Lost many a friend to their own struggles. I would not wish to see the same happen to you.”

His oldest friend remains motionless in front of him. Hob does not know if he has reached him or not. If it will be for not and he will run again. 

If he does, at least Hob will have tried. It’s all he can do.

In the Waking World, something jostles him. The dream flickers, but he doesn’t wake. Distracted, Hob does not immediately realize that the figure in front of him has turned around until he finds himself eye to eye with a pair of eyes as deep as midnight, lit only be a single star.

“You would concern yourself with my wellbeing, even after I turned you away?”

Hob stares back, drinking in a sight he thought he would never see again. It’s a little strange to see him in his 1889 outfit, but Dream is still a sight for sore eyes an Hob has missed him so much. “My dear friend,” he says, wiping at a treacherous tear that have escaped despite his attempts to keep it back. “Although I dearly wish not, you could walk away now and I would still wonder ever day for the rest of my life how you faired.”

His body is jostled again, this time with the sound of a boat’s engine turning on, and Hob knows he will wake soon. Fearing he might never get the chance again (he knows all the terrible ways you can make someone disappear around water. Does not want to remember what that means when you can’t die), he says, “If this is the last time we meet, please take care of yourself. I am not the only one who misses you when you are gone.”

Dream stares back at him. Hob does not dare attempt to read him, for fear of getting it wrong.

An age old trauma rears it’s head, causing his mind to blank out in sheer terror. He’d known they planned to drown him in the lake. To weigh him down so he could never find his way back to the surface, but his mind had been shying away from it out of pure instinct to protect his psyche. Now there is no running from it. He will go over that edge, into that water, and he will drown over and over again unless someone finds him--

Something flickers in Dreams eyes. Whatever he planned to say is lost as the dream ends, Hob waking with a grunt as his back hits the railing. A set of hands on his shoulders is pushing him slowly, but surely over, while another is struggling with his legs.

Which are heavy, he notes with more than a hint of hysteria, because there’s a chain and heavy weight wrapped around them.

Suddenly, the hands are gone. Hob nearly unbalances and goes over the edge anyway, until a pair of familiar hands grips his arm and drags him back over onto the safe side of the railing. Gently, he’s lowered to the deck, but his mind is still too sluggish to comprehend what he is seeing.

He doesn’t know what to do with the sight of none other than Dream of the Endless himself, rising to his feet after lowering Hob to the floor of the boat. Doesn’t know what to do when the two men get back to their feet, as if they actually stand a chance against their opponent. Hob might have felt pity for how quickly they gone down under Dream’s sand if they hadn’t been trying to drown him mere moments ago.

With the men down, Dream turns back to Hob, who’s starting to shiver from the chill of the air on his damp, very naked skin. Hob would be mortified, but his dignity is still taking back seat to his relief over not being in the water.

“You’re here,” he says it with something akin to awe. Still unable to believe it, even as Dream helps him out of the chains. Continues to not believe it, even as said dream lord shrugs off his coat and wraps it around Hob’s shoulders.

“Close your eyes, Hob Gadling. You will be away from here soon.”  

Hob doesn’t need to be told twice. He clenches his eyes shut. Keeps them shut as sand rises up around them and the sound of water disappears. Keeps them shut even when he is sure it’s safe to open them, because he’s belatedly remembering he’s not supposed to know how this works.

“You can open your eyes. We are here.”

The immortal human opens his eyes, blinking as his vision adjusts to going from the bright out doors to the much more dim indoors. He glances around, but doesn’t recognize anything. “Where--” he coughs around his parched throat. Tries again, even with the treat of another cough. “Where are we?”

Dream helps him to his feet with little effort, leading him over to what appears to be a decent sized kitchen. He pulls a glass from one of the cupboards, fills it with water, and then hands it to Hob. Who only barely resists the urge to down it all in one go because he knows, knows, he will get sick if he does so.

He’s just finished the water, when Dream drops the bombshell: “This is my house.”

Hob wasn’t swallowing any water when this is said. He nearly chokes regardless. “You have a house in--.” The Waking World, he almost says. Cuts off because this is another thing he shouldn’t know and he’s going to have to make a decision on how to handle all of this soon, because he really hadn’t thought about what it was going to be like interacting with Dream when he knew quite a bit more about his friend then his friend knew he knew. 

He swallows. Looks around, before looking back at Dream. Who’s raised an eyebrow at him. “Where is here, by the way?”

“Somewhere safe.” Dream gestures to a room down the hall. “Would you like to bathe now or after you have eaten? I will fetch you some clothes while you do either.”

Hob would very much like to eat and put off getting anywhere near water, but he also very much does not want to create unnecessary dirty clothes for his friend to deal with. “Bathe, then food, if I may.”

Dream nods, then leads him over to the bathroom. Hob marvels a bit over everything, still stunned that Dream even has a house in the Waking World. “I will leave some clothes for you. When you are done, a meal will be waiting for you.”

Dream withdraws from the room and it takes every ounce of self control for Hob not to try and grab hold of him. He wants to ask why Dream is here? Why did he come for him? He doesn’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth, but he doesn’t know if he will survive this merely being a charity.

Hob forces himself to let Dream go. Forces himself to turn on the water to a rather state of the art shower, despite the house feeling like it’s got quite some age to it. He would much rather take a bathe, but he fears he won’t be able to get back up if he takes that luxury. Instead, he slides the coat from his shoulders and slips into the shower.

He will leave the shower later. Go to the kitchen to eat. He may or may not find Dream there. For now, he contends himself with washing everything that’s accumulated over the last hundred plus years off. He cannot wash the memories away as easily, but the grime can go.

Everything else that follows will follow

Part 5

[themelodyofspring]

JOMP Book Photo Challenge

May 06, 2023 - Comics

So, if a city has a personality, maybe it also has a soul. Maybe it dreams.

[thelastofthebookworms]

I couldn't include Endless Nights or Overture. Don't throw rocks at me.

And please reblog so we have some voters.

[random-jot]

Nominations for some NEW Tumblr Sexymen:

Gary King from 'The World's End'

Dream Of The Endless from 'The Sandman'

The Corinthian from 'The Sandman'

Wacky Waving Inflatable Tube Man from real life

Quagsire from 'Pokémon'

Maurice Moss from 'The IT Crowd'

Konshu from 'Moon Knight'

Red Guy from 'Don't Hug Me I'm Scared'

Ultimate Tumblr Sexyman from 'Drawfee'

Gojo Satoru from 'Jujutsu Kaisen'

Hawks from 'My Hero Academia'

Muzan Kibutsuji from 'Demon Slayer'

Ice Pick Joe from 'Goncharov'

Howard from the old british Halifax ads

The Entire Cast of 'What We Do In The Shadows'

[best-childhood-book]

Submissions :

Alice's Adventures in Wonderland (Lewis Carroll)

The Wonderful Wizard of Oz (Frank Baum)

Peter Pan (J.M. Barrie)

The Looking Glass Wars (Frank Beddor)

The Night Circus (Erin Morgenstern)

The Starless Sea (Erin Morgenstern)

The World of Riverside (Ellen Kushner)

Thomas the Rhymer (Ellen Kushner)

Saga (Brian K. Vaughan)

Anansi Boys (Neil Gaiman)

The Ocean at the End of the Lane (Neil Gaiman)

Neverwhere (Neil Gaiman)

Snow, Glass, Apples (Neil Gaiman)

A Study in Emerald (Neil Gaiman)

Sandman (Neil Gaiman)

The Bone Season (Samantha Shannon)

The Witches (Roald Dahl)

The B.F.G (Roald Dahl)

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (Roald Dahl)

Hmm, I think you have some favorite authors...

I added all of these with the exception of Snow, Glass, Apples and A Study in Emerald since one of my requirements is that a book must have chapters--I'm making allowances for short story collections, but not individual short stories