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for @fear0phobia's bday, it's psychic!charles time babyyyy

based on sam's gorgeous winx saga gifs, because we all need more long-haired jayden in our lives 💖

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*Mike getting vecnad*

Will: HOLLY SHIT, MIKE, WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE MUSIC???? WE NEED YOUR FAVORITE MUSIC!!!

Mike: Erm.. Ah.. Smalltown boy...

Robin: Lol, that gayass song???

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It's been several months but this was SOOOO them that I had to make it (part 2 of this)

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Maybe this has been said before, but when Edwin says ‘the living are messy’, I don’t think he just means that they supposedly have more problems or drama than ghosts do. I think he’s more referring to their aliveness, their mortality, how fragile they are. Edwin knows that if they befriend Crystal and she joins them on their cases they’ll have to be constantly making sure she doesn’t get herself killed- in his eyes, it would be like babysitting an excitable puppy. Which, actually, yes, he even mentions the infamous puppy debacle when referring to her, and Charles ‘keeping’ her. We don’t know what went down during that case but we can assume that something bad happened as a result of keeping the puppy around, or Charles was upset when it left- probably both. To him Crystal is just a disaster and an upset waiting to happen. Something will happen to her, or she’ll get killed, or more long term, she’ll leave them, and Charles will be distraught.

I’ve seen a lot of fanfics and fanart tackling the idea of Crystal’s eventual death, and even though it’s a long time in the future we can assume Edwin at least considers this. Because if (god forbid) Crystal stays around long enough to get old, eventually she’ll die, and what will happen then? What will happen to Charles? And in Edwin’s perception of time, that isn’t actually that long, given that during the show he’s technically 123 years old.

So yeah. This doesn’t take into account all of Edwin’s many complicated feelings about Crystal, being alive, what it means to be dead- but for a ghost, the living are really fucking messy.

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“mike is straight!” is mike aware of that

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I will admit a supernatural creature turning into Edwin to flirt with Charles is fun or whatever.

But you know what’s really intriguing?

Charles having to FIGHT a supernatural creature using Edwin’s form. Can he override every instinct in him to succeed in bringing a cricket bat into the creature’s face if it has Edwin’s eyes?

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[デッドボイ緊急室 / Dead Boy A&E] 緊張感・Feeling of Panic

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"but you, charles rowland, are the best person i know"

and there is not a sliver of doubt in that. not even a little bit. he says it as a factual statement. i am unwell.

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i dont think ive ever posted this here!!! thought about charles lending jammies edwin his coat in hell. very proud of how haunted he looks <3 also the nasty colors!

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endless gifs of Charles Rowland (9/-)

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"exercise will give you more energy" gets said a lot as a common piece of health advice but I think it needs to be expanded into "exercising will make you tired while you do it, and you will continue to be tired immediately afterwards, sometimes even the next day too, but over months of consistent exercise, your muscles will get stronger and therefore get less tired out by everyday activities, making you feel like day-to-day life takes less physical energy than it used to"

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you die in an attic; freezing cold.

you die in an attic, and something about this feels almost like a gift.

you die in an attic, far out of your father's reach, far away from your place beneath his boots and belt.

you die in an attic, not the basement like you often wondered. you die bruised—and this you anticipated, but somehow, you do not die afraid.

you die in an attic, bruised and freezing but not afraid. you die softly, when the coughing has ceased and edwin's opened a new book; reading with his particular way of sounding out words, so clipped and proper and so far removed from your father's rage.

you die in an attic. heaven opens itself up right in front of you, in the form of a kind boy with odd stories and warm light; and you do not die in a basement.

you die in an attic, ready to reach out your hand towards edwin, your eyes looking up towards the sky—the rising sun almost pale in the wake of the lantern that started it all.

up and onto brighter things, you think. you die in an attic.

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You can’t spell “Mike” without “homosexual”

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A fun tip for decorating your bedroom is to put a handsome butch in your bed. Nothing makes a room come together like a butch snuggled up waiting for you to come to bed.