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marcille walked so renfaire charlie could run

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THERE HE IS!!! - Submitted by: fastman27

#241E1B #447759 #559F5B #8CCC79 #D9E39D

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the star freckles are everything ngl

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Felt like it was my duty to share this to tumblr, my streamer is doing side quests

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too many of you are bigdick!Charlie truthers. that man is average if not below

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papa, more movie. papa.. me want more movie.

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Spectacular gimme 14 of them right now.

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this is just actually the funniest combination in the world to me. i know like four things about these people but i love drama and this is hysterical

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I would like to apologize to every single one of my wips ever

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guys im making so much progress worldbuilding for a wizard!charlie x m!rogue!reader fic. praying the hyperfixation lasts long and my schedule stays clear so i can write it‼️‼️

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charlie when ur sick hcs ‼️

will not accept you claiming you're "fine"

this man will pick you up and put you in bed

swaddles you in blankets and kisses your forehead

you need meds? snacks?

he's running out to get it

you ask for soup or something?

well. he does his best.

he sits there and watches movies with you all day

he repeatedly does nurse/doctor bits

(he does some kind of sexy nurse bit at least once)

tells you how much he loves you and how cute you are even as you are filled with Mucus

will not let you disagree

even when you're delirious and drowsy from meds he's doing his best to entertain you (and himself)

(he absolutely films you saying stupid shit while hopped up on meds)

will constantly keep refilling your water bottle to keep you hydrated

rubs your back to try and soothe some of the nausea

runs you a hot shower/bath to help you decongest and sits in there with you until you feel clear-headed

and when he inevitably gets sick right after he'll say that he took the sickness from you because he loves you so much

and then he fucking dies like a loser idiot <3

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Karaoke duo!!!! :D

And more random doodles of slimecicle:

Yayayyaa

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Are you a diehard SCU fan? Have no idea what that means, but you're a fan of Slimecicle, or just MCYT in general? You've heard the name of the Slimecicle Cinematic Universe thrown around for a while now and have been curious, but have no idea where to start? This is an event for anyone along that spectrum of SCU-ness!

Welcome to the SCU Winter Watchparty!

Or maybe book club? It's somewhere between the two, as this event will compile and curate a schedule for everyone to watch along on their own, with a video or few every week! And hopefully, by the end of it, a full tour of the SCU world. Those who know what the SCU is like may be raising their eyebrows, because yes- there is no set watch order or even viewing list for the SCU. And yet, I will be attempting to wrangle up a full picture of the SCU anyway, with communal input gathered through multiple stages of this event. The SCU is so fun because of the creative and communal interpretation allowed in it, and the hope is to facilitate that so even more people can get in on the fun! Here's how that'll look.

Phase 1 of this event involves VIDEO SUBMISSIONS, with a two week period for anyone who does know and love the SCU to tell me all about their own watching playlists. The form is designed to allow any and all elements to be submitted for the pool of media I will pull from in order to create the full SCU experience, so there is no limit- submit your most creative crackpick, that's part of the SCU experience!

Phase 2 of this event is THE WATCHPARTY, after all submissions have been pooled, and a watching list has been posted. The idea will be to provide a small selection of videos everyone can pick from to watch that week, with one primary recommendation every week. These primary recommendations will sketch the most common SCU timelines, but all submitted videos will also be included along the way! Everyone can watch as much or as little as they'd like, and any participation is encouraged and will be reblogged to this blog in order to create that watchparty environment! Liveblogs, analysis, fanart, and more, anything the watch inspires, can be tagged with #scuwatch and will be reblogged here over the course of this phase (estimated to last roughly two months).

And in an epilogue phase, there will be no official posts from this blog, but will be a two week span dedicated to SCU partying, where this blog will continue to reblog any final liveblogs, analysis, and fanart.

The exact dates for these three phases can be found here! Over the next two or three months, SCU Winter Watchparty will be here to help spice up these dreary winter months.

(And luckily, apples don't grow in the winter.)

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"hey, i really like your personality!"

haha thanks i stole it from this guy

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sometimes i randomly start talking in a british accent and i just dont stop for hours to the point i gaslight myself into thinking im british

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couch time

summary:

“You know,” he murmurs against your skin, his voice low and lazy, “I think we should make it a rule that no one’s allowed to interrupt couch time. Ever.” “I like it,” you reply, your voice light with amusement. “You gonna call up the president? Make it federal law?” “Nah,” he says, tilting his head to grin up at you. “We’ll just have to enforce it ourselves. Anyone who breaks the rule gets banished to dish duty for a month.” You laugh softly, the sound rumbling against his cheek. “Harsh punishment.” “Deserved punishment,” he counters with mock seriousness.

pairing: charlie x gn!reader

word count: 966.. bit short:(

a/n: cheesy asf as always, and a little shorter than my usual oneshots, but i hope yall enjoy regardless:)

ao3 link, if you prefer. otherwise, the fic's under the readmore!

Charlie was a tactile guy. It was one of the first things you’d noticed when you met him, and something you definitely noticed now that you were officially his partner.

It was during quiet evenings like these that it would really show. The two of you on his couch, limbs intertwined under a shared weighted blanket, with the TV playing the show you’d mutually agreed on binging for the foreseeable future. Beyond the cuddling that made it impossible to pinpoint where you ended and he began, there was the kissing. 

He would kiss damn near any surface of you he could get his lips on. Your shoulder and neck if he was laying on your chest, the top of your head if you were on his, and especially your hands no matter what position you laid in. As sweetly and tentatively as one may handle a precious piece of glass, he’d lift your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips. Each finger, from pinky to thumb, a soft peck on the knuckles of each. 

“Hey, that tickles,” you’d grumble halfheartedly, while simultaneously bringing your hand to wrap around his cheek and pull him closer. The dopey grin he gave was worth the act. Every time.

“Oh, you think that tickles?” He asks as if you’d handed him an invitation to be proven wrong, and leans in to kiss all over your face. You squeal and try to get away, but he’s right there to meet you. Your cheeks, jaw, temples, and the corner of your mouth. As the laughter dies down, he lands on your forehead, tender and sweet.

“You missed a spot.” You pucker your lips at him, extreme enough to be tastefully obnoxious. 

“Wuh– no way!” He exclaims, sarcastic, and leans in with equally annoying fervor. You think it’s cute. Only because it’s Charlie, really. 

Just as your lips are about to meet, a familiar ringtone peeps up from somewhere deeper into the house. Your phone lies on the kitchen counter, lit screen visible though text not legible. If someone’s calling you this late at night, it must be important. 

You shift on the couch to heft yourself off, when an armful of Charlie makes itself known to you. 

“Noo you can’t go. We’re so coozy and warm here.. Who’s gonna be my personal heater if you get up?” He tugs at your arm, resembling a 6 year old having a tantrum with how he shakes it incessantly. You roll your eyes, fond affection making a grin form on your face.

“And what if it’s important? Being warm and cozy takes priority over an emergency?” The way Charlie flops onto you, arms sliding around your torso, is plenty answer. You sigh.

“If I get another call in the next 3 minutes, I’m getting up. Deal?” He clutches your hand in his, shakes it, and leaves a kiss on the back of your hand for good measure. 

Charlie hums contentedly, snuggling back against you like a satisfied cat. His hair brushes your chin as he buries his face against your neck, and you can’t help but feel the corners of your lips tug upward. His warmth, his weight—everything about him feels like a grounding force, and you hate to admit you’re just as reluctant to leave this bubble of comfort as he is.

“You know,” he murmurs against your skin, his voice low and lazy, “I think we should make it a rule that no one’s allowed to interrupt couch time. Ever.”

“I like it,” you reply, your voice light with amusement. “You gonna call up the president? Make it federal law?”

“Nah,” he says, tilting his head to grin up at you. “We’ll just have to enforce it ourselves. Anyone who breaks the rule gets banished to dish duty for a month.”

You laugh softly, the sound rumbling against his cheek. “Harsh punishment.”

“Deserved punishment,” he counters with mock seriousness. “Couch time is sacred.”

The moment is so sweet you almost forget about the phone call entirely—until the screen lights up again. This time, the ringtone is accompanied by the faint buzz of the vibration against the counter. A second call.

Charlie groans dramatically, his arms tightening around you. “Nooo. You said three minutes!”

You glance at the clock on the wall. “It’s been two and a half, and besides, that’s two calls. It might actually be important.”

Charlie lets out a long, exaggerated sigh like the world is ending, but he doesn’t fight you as you shift to sit up. His hands trail down your arms as if he’s reluctant to let go, and just as your feet touch the floor, he grabs your wrist gently, pulling you back toward him.

“Wait,” he says softly. His tone is so different now—quieter, tender—that it makes you pause.

Before you can ask what’s wrong, he leans up and presses his lips to yours. It’s not one of his usual playful pecks or teasing kisses. This one lingers, slow and sweet, like he’s trying to tell you something words can’t quite convey. His hand cradles the side of your face, thumb brushing your cheek as his lips move against yours.

When he pulls back, his gaze meets yours, and there’s that familiar dopey grin again, but this time it’s laced with a hint of shyness. “Okay,” he says simply, releasing you with a squeeze of your hand.

You stare at him for a moment, your heart fluttering in your chest, before giving him a small smile in return. “I’ll be back in a sec,” you promise, standing and heading toward the kitchen.

As you answer the phone, your lips still tingling from the kiss as they greet (“hello?”), you can’t help but think about how Charlie’s touch seems to linger long after it’s gone.