Hob And Crowley Meeting In Some Random Pub And Drunkenly Venting About Their Respective Relationship

Hob and Crowley meeting in some random pub and drunkenly venting about their respective relationship issues not realizing how similar their situations actually are, and then running into each other again 100 some odd years later and them both just being like "Uhhh I can explain"

Okay okay hear me out:

The only two reasonable explanations for why Desire did not try and fuck around with hob gadling while dream was in the fishbowl are either:

1. Desire doesn't know who hob is, which, considering hob & dream's six centuries of slowburn centennial dating and Desire periodically checking up on dream so they can enact Plans Of A Devious Nature, seems unlikely

OR

2. Other supernatural/eldritch/indescribable beings have Tried It before with Hob Gadling and Dream's response was so intensely, catastrophically horrifying that everyone, including Desire, knows to leave the weird immortal English man to his business. Yeah, they know he's Just A Guy. Yes, he is, in fact, pathetically, almost insultingly easy to kidnap or hurt or ransom or what have you. DO NOT.

BBC reporting on North Korea overlaid on Queen’s funeral procession.

Hob looking at Dream: He is so big and mysterious and dumb and one day I'm gonna top him

I like to think that in the hope au (or at the very least my version of it) Hope and Morpheus would have had more frequent meetings than just every century, that is until "The Jesus Incident" in which our good friend Hope makes one slip-up after another and trips his way into trouble only a faked death could (kinda) solve

*I worship you Tumblr don’t remove it

Me before the show: Wednesday doesn’t need any love interest to overshadow her unholy, sinful, brilliant self

Me after the show: I’ll take the pink puppy to forget whatever the hell they forced on her