Oh, yes. Hurt, pain. If you saw this drawing I posted some time ago, this is... something.
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Charlie stayed silent, waiting for an answer to his question, and the clear nostalgia in David’s eyes made him curious as to what the answer could be. David thought about the story behind that picture, that evening they’d spent walking the ancient streets of Pompeii, hand in hand. It’d been an adventure, one they had embarked on together, one that had spawned countless anecdotes that’d still be recounted years later. He knew he had more pictures from that occasion hidden somewhere, remembrances from those days when they lived in blissful ignorance of just how badly their relationship would end. Pictures he would revisit, if it weren’t so painful to close the photo album and come back to reality each time.
‘He was… an old friend of mine.’
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There are a lot of reasons we need Dead Boy Detectives S2. A LOT.
But what I need, desperately, is Charles Rowland's Season of Perpetual Bisexual Panic.
You know, to balance out Edwin Payne's Season of Perpetual Gay Panic.
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his ass is not listening‼️‼️
drawing without backgroung under cut
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