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Everyone is discussing potential “Charles thinking he’s dating Edwin while Edwin thinks they’re just friends” concepts, and I can’t believe I haven’t seen anyone mention that in England it’s pretty common for people to use “love” and “babes” platonically

Edwin has heard countless people refer to complete strangers as love, and even call their close friends babes, so when Charles starts calling him affectionate terms he just assumes it’s modern slang and not a romantic thing

Meanwhile Charles doesn’t even realise calling Edwin babe could be read as platonic because it’s usually women who call each other that, and he went to an all boys school so the only women he knew well were girlfriends or family members

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howley and aziraphil are here to save the world

howley and aziraphil are here to save the world

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is anyone else constantly afraid they’ll be “caught” doing stuff they’re obviously allowed or even supposed to do

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do me a solid and just reblog this saying what time it is where you are and what you’re thinking about in the tags.

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how is piracy bad? it’s sharing. and sharing is caring.

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I’m gonna talk about Dead Boy Detectives for a second, specifically Charles and Edwin’s deaths.

Edwin died in a basement and Charles in an attic, and Edwin went to Hell and Charles was presumably meant to go to Heaven. Edwin died by fire (demons from Hell) and Charles died by ice (hypothermia). Edwin was targeted for his queerness and Charles for the color of his skin, the country his mother came from. Edwin never seemed to get along with the boys who would kill him but Charles called his murderers friends until they turned on him. Edwin died by supernatural means while Charles died by run of the mill racist teenagers. They died more than 7 decades apart.

When you look at the details there are so many differences but the story is still the exact fucking same. Two boys who died at the hands of a group of their classmates who decided that they did not fit with the rest of them and therefore must pay the price. Two boys who died on the same grounds of the same school, whose deaths were brushed aside and covered up by people who held the same titles. More than 70 years apart and not a single thing has changed, Charles’ death didn’t get any more attention than Edwin’s, because more than 70 years later the same fucking story happened again.

Edwin’s death didn’t change a damn thing, and it could happen again now because Charles’ death didn’t change a damn thing either. And then the ghosts of two 16 year olds decided that if the adults, if the living weren’t going to change anything then they fucking would. If the living would not grant them justice and would not grant them change, then they fucking would.

Because there was a difference, in the end. Edwin was murdered, and so was Charles, but while Edwin died scared and alone Charles didn’t. Edwin died in a cold, dark basement, but Charles died in warm light of a lantern, even if that warmth wasn’t enough to save him. Edwin died to the sounds of his own screams, his own voice pleading for mercy that would not come, but Charles drifted off to sleep to the sound of a kind boy reading him a book.

The living won’t change. The story could and will keep on repeating because the living will not make sure it doesn’t. The living are messy. But the dead, for all the ways they will never change, will never get any older, they can change the story, at least a bit. Charles and Edwin can’t make sure that no other boy dies at that school, but if the story repeats itself yet again they can make sure the victim is at peace. They can solve the murders and find the lost items and release the spirits who are trapped. The living won’t help the dead, but they can help each other.

So they call themselves the Dead Boy Detectives, form an agency and get an office and help who they can, because they didn’t matter to the living, and many of their clients don’t either. But they matter to the dead.

Their clients matter. And Charles and Edwin matter too.

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"what if things were different" is a poisoned well and drinking from it will kill you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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you don’t need to imagine it anymore

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when I see something dated 2019 I think “oh that’s not too long ago” and then I remember that 2019 was not only five years ago but those five years have somehow contained several lifetimes

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me reading my own posts: hmm..  That’s an embarrassing thing 2 post on the internet 

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me drinking water at night

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The thing is, when museums and cultural institutions or researchers adopt memes in a "How do you do, fellow kids" way, that's adorable like my grandma when she's misusing emojis. However when some megacorp does it to sell me evil products or some influencer is trying to get me to buy nonsense skincare mud or cyberpunk looking face masks or weightloss pills, I think that's evil incarnate and their name goes into the Death Note (very mindful, very demure)

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what i love about dnp is how much they say lesbian like they are NOT afraid to say it they LOVE lesbians and it makes me so so happy like so many ppl believe lesbian is a dirty word or dance around it but they love their lesbian audience so much

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Based on recent events

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Be warned I am actually uninteresting and better as an idea

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NIKO SASAKI AND EDWIN PAYNE Dead Boy Detectives (2024-)