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sketchy payneland kisses (and almost-kisses); may or may not digitize them eventually ♥️

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sketchy payneland kisses (and almost-kisses); may or may not digitize them eventually ♥️

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Happy pride month to Edwin Payne specifically

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happy pride month to the dead boy detectives!

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bit mad innit. This whole thing

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older lesbian at a bar: [lights cigarete] i was your age when you were your age isnt that weird

other lesbian the same age as her: can yuo put that out on me

her: i just lit it though

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went into a wine shop the other day to buy pasta and they did not have pasta but they were doing a wine tasting so i thought what the hell. and got to chatting with the other woman there because we had both just come from the library and were comparing our books and sipping wine and turns out we’re both teachers so we got on the topic of phones in classrooms—and the guy pouring our wine was like ‘that’s actually a point of contention in one of my divorces right now.’

and i very delicately said ‘one of your divorces?’ and his eyes got really big and he said I’M A PARALEGAL

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June 2, 2009: Phil’s first reply to Dan on Twitter!

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Edwin and Charles watched from afar as the trio of boys set up their machinery.

“Paranormal investigators,” Edwin said, the words bitter in his mouth.

“Yeah,” Charles sighed. He adjusted his grip on the jar of tiny gremlins. They collectively bared their teeth in agitation at him. “And we can’t complete the banishment ritual in the presence of the living.”

Edwin pursed his lips. “Precisely.” He very much wanted to be rid of the gremlins. They had been terrorizing every motorbike in London, though was more annoyed about the new scratch across his face he was sporting because of the little devils. He’d assumed this building would be abandoned and thus the perfect place to banish them but he was unfortunately mistaken.

“How do we get them out of here?” There was an impish grin on Charles’s face that meant he was likely itching to throw a firework at the investigators.

“Let’s see what they are doing first.”

They approached as an investigator reached into a dark bag and pulled out a small device. “EMF reader,” he announced proudly. “If this place is haunted, we’ll know.”

Edwin scoffed. He had little patience for pseudoscience. Ghost’s electromagnetic energy was very low for the most part. EMF readers weren’t sensitive enough to read such levels. Energy spikes were almost always due to external factors; declaring every one as evidence of ghostly activity was fallacious.

Charles circled around the investigators and stopped next to Edwin. He set down the jar of gremlins and placed a hand on Edwin’s. “Right, you stay here and I’ll-”

The EMF reader beeped loudly and the investigators all jumped. Charles frowned. “That was weird,” he noted. “Those things usually don’t work.” He looked back at his hand, still on Edwin’s shoulder. Oh no. Mortification filled Edwin’s body. Ghost’s energy was low for the most part. The exception to the rule was during strong emotions, like the intense fondness Edwin was currently experiencing for Charles. He closed his eyes, hoping the other boy didn’t figure it out.

Charles did no such thing. He removed his hand and observed the beeping stopping. Then he placed his hand back on Edwin and the dreadful beeping resumed. “Oh.”

Edwin wanted to sink through the floor. He technically could but that wouldn’t help matters. “Don’t,” he said curtly. Charles grinned.

“Don’t what?” he asked innocently. He took a step back (causing the cursed beeping to stop once more) and looked Edwin up and down. “Hmm. I wonder what’ll happen if I…”

He cupped Edwin’s cheek and planted a kiss on the opposite one. Edwin swore he felt himself blush, even without the blood to do so, and his embarrassment was only amplified by the loud noises coming from the EMF reader.

“Bloody hell,” one of the investigators exclaimed. “I’ve never seen a reading this high in my life.”

Charles grinned, his face centimeters away from Edwin’s. He brushed a thumb across Edwin’s cheekbone before backing away. “We don’t want to break it, do we?” he explained with an evil grin on his face.

“Do shut up.”

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is jake gyllenhaal gay??

why would you ask us, a narnia blog, this

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Inspired by an upcoming fic by @sthilarions, from a WIP snippet he shared (still just a draft, so things may change!):

"There was a flicker and the glow of the wings fell to sucking black. The glimmering white was hidden under smears of blood and char and ash, the soft feathers dull and torn, and Charles saw a flash of bone through ripped flesh before the wings were gone and the light came back into the room.

“They do that sometimes,” Edwin said, looking at the floor, where a single feather remained, blackened and ragged and crimson-stained."

(flashing gif below the cut)

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you don't ovulate. liar

interesting. Sort of a neutral statement really. cant seem to figure out how to respond to this

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my therapist suggested i imagine my intrusive thoughts in the voice of donald trump bc i do not possess an ounce of respect for him or trust in his competence. going thru it today so i made this. hope this helps

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really enjoying all the videos Muslims have been posting of their cats looking like this

when the humans are up at 4 am for suhoor

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Best one shot I've ever read lmao