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Thinking about how Charles' love language is physical touch. About the way that Edwin approaches Charles' collapsed and weeping on the grass with measures steps. The way he kneels down to Charles' level, not looking down at him the way he often does with his chin raised, but looking up at him with worry. The way he smiles ever so slightly when he says "Charles. It's going to be okay", trying so hard to do what Charles said he couldn't. Trying to fill that gap and take the weight off of Charles' shoulders because god dammit he cares about him even if he doesn't know to what extent.

Thinking about the way he reaches out to Charles, slowly, carefully, because he knows that Charles shows love through touch so of course that's the best way to comfort him. The way he pulls back like he's been burned by Charles' rejection, and his soft smile drops into a gasp. The way that when they get back to the Tongue and Tail Butcher Shop, Edwin offers an olive branch to ask Charles to talk to him, to mend things. The hope in his eyes as he asks, and the subsequent resignation as he's brushed off again. The sheer sorrow when he looks back at the door that Charles phased through, before he goes to Niko for something to soothe the ache.

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bloody charlotte rowland <3

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Chappell Roan :3

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roan of arc,, roan d'aubigny,, or whatever u want!!

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Charles Rowland & Esther Finch | Dead Boy Detectives 1.08

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Quick lil Remu & Siri sketch 🌙✨

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posting some art on here so my acc isn't just blank :]

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made some versions of the agony grip for my friends for when the whole gang gets it . including different levels depending on the anguish

and a joyous one for when there is love abound

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Family photo ❤️‍🔥

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I’m sorry but David thewlis is truly the best and only person I can even picture as remus lupin. No Andrew Garfield or whatever will ever compare to him. Him in his movies when he was younger? Boom! Young remus lupin. Him in the actual hp series? remus lupin. Him in the sandman show? REMUS. FUCKING. LUPIN. Especially him in the sandman show is so him after sirius had died. Like yes he was a disheveled old man. Yes he was only like 33, but that’s what happens when the love of your life gets killed just two years after he got out of 12 years in prison (which you spent hating him and yourself for bc he’d killed your best friends). You were only together for two years. TWO! See what that does to a man.

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Drew Dorcas! Hope y'all like it <33

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it's (rightfully) well documented that edwin was bullied and then killed (in large part) because he was queer and in his afterlife choses a woman as a disguise, but i haven't seen anyone point out that charles was bullied and then killed (in large part) because he was indian and in his afterlife chose a white guy as a disguise.

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saw some ppl full chest using the argument that "seeing so much human suffering is unnatural" and it's like do you know what's even more unnatural??? seeing so much human suffering and doing nothing about it bc you've been coddled your whole life and think lives outside of the global north don't mean anything. that's extremely unnatural to me . but a lot of you are shameless enough to be doing it rn.

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THE BRAWN 🏏

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It's with a heavy but hopeful heart that I watch Palestinian families fundraiser on here, slowly accumulating the precious little money to go around that they need to survive. However, not everyone is so lucky. A lot of Palestinians that have not had that kind of luck, that did not get early verification, that did not get massive platforms behind them from large bloggers, have approached me in my inbox, asking me kindly to do what I can for them. It kills me that I have so little to give myself, but I've seen this platform collectively raise enough to change someone's life. I've made a list of Palestinian fundraisers that are extremely low on funds, in the hope that drawing attention to people who have not been lucky at all can help turn that luck around. I know most of us can't possibly give enough to get all of these families safe in one go. But please, reblog this list. Pick one or two fundraisers, give what you can, and then keep track of it. Slowly, collectively, we can make a difference in these people's lives. Share and donate as much as you can. https://docs.google.com/document/d/178EGDFKkHlh3y4TMVX82kqgITHsqtoMdNccI2f_94Os/edit?usp=sharing

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hello, my old heart by me :))

read it on AO3

a college/uni charles/Edwin au fluffy drabble (QPR if ur freaky). aka me projecting onto Charles for 775 words straight.

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Charles stumbles his way out of the art building. The bag across his shoulders was heavy enough that he was genuinely debating dropping it right there on the sidewalk, simply so he wouldn’t have to deal with it anymore. An incessant pain throbbed sharply in the junction between his neck and his shoulder. God, he was tired.

The glass door swings shut behind him, leaving the awful white lights of his college behind.

“Stupid six hour classes and stupid college schedules,” Charles mutters to himself, forcing himself to keep walking. The faster he leaves, the faster he can get back to his apartment and sleep.

Charles turns the corner that leads to the stairway up to the downtown area, looking around the darkened space and sees–

“Edwin!” Charles shouts, fatigue forgotten as he waves the other boy down, sprinting to the lamppost Edwin was waiting under. Without much thought about it beside Edwin, Edwin, Edwin, Charles eagerly wraps his arms around Edwin in such a forceful embrace that they both almost fall down.

“Woah–Charles!” Edwin exclaims, surprised by the sudden embrace. His hands reach out to steady them, circling around Charles' waist naturally. Charles doesn’t break the hug at all, only fitting his face into the safe spot where Edwin’s neck ends. Charles sighs, content, feeling a good portion of his tension washing away from Edwin’s familiarity.

“Long day?” Edwin asks, mildly confused. Charles hums, and Edwin huffs in amusement, tightening his grip on Charles. Charles' jacket rides up a bit from the action, chilling his back from the cold fall air, but he’s not complaining one bit. “I told you that taking two six hour studio classes in a row was not a good idea.”

Charles grumbles into Edwin’s neck, not justifying him with a response. Edwin kisses the side of his head, lips pressing into the shaved sides of Charles’ head. He holds him like that for a few moments more, letting Charles linger in the touch, before letting go with a sigh. He doesn’t go far however, one hand gliding to Charles’ while the other makes its way to the side of Charles’ face, holding it gently. His thumb draws smooth circles into Charles’ cheek and it makes his chest light up with affection.

“As much as I wish we could stay like this, we will be far more comfortable at home,” Edwin says, and of course he has to be right. Charles' mind drifts to the thought of home, cuddled up in bed underneath their weighted blanket. Charles could fall asleep right here just thinking about it.

Edwin’s hand leaves his face as he bends down, and Charles misses it immediately. When Edwin returns, it's with two to-go drinks Charles hadn’t noticed before. Edwin gives one of them to Charles. “I got this on the way here since that place is right around the corner. I also ordered some takeout from–”

Edwin keeps on talking, but Charles’ focus is still on the warm drink in his hand–a french vanilla cappuccino from the restaurant by their apartment. His favorite in the winter months.

Mortifyingly enough, Charles can feel the sting of his eyes filling with tears.

“--if we hurry–Charles?” Edwin interrupts himself, voice filling with worry. One hand still occupied by his own drink, Edwin untangles their fingers so his other can once again caress the side of Charles’ face. “Are you alright? What’s the matter?”

Charles sniffles, scrubbing his eyes while laughing. Edwin only looks more concerned. “Sorry, sorry–nothing’s wrong. It’s just–” Charles laughs some more. “You met me after my class so I didn’t have to walk home alone, and you got me my favorite drink, and you ordered us food and–I don’t know. I’m so tired and you’re being so nice–”

Careful of their drinks, Edwin once again wraps his arms around Charles, this hug much gentler than the last. Charles melts into it. “Of course I’m being nice, Charles. What, you think me rude?”

Charles laughs. “No, it’s just–”

Edwin places another kiss to the side of Charles' head. “I know, dear. I understand”

Charles noses at the fabric of Edwin’s jacket, nodding. The tears don’t stay long, and with Edwin’s reassurance, thankfully neither does the embarrassment. Soon enough, the two of them are making their way down the darkened streets of downtown London. A street away from their apartment building, Charles lifts their entwined hands to his lips, kissing the back of Edwin’s. Edwin gives him a perplexed look.

“Thank you,” Charles says, grinning toothily.

Edwin smiles softly, bringing their hands closer to his mouth to do the same. “You’re very welcome.”