#and I have zero right now

[crystallizsch]

jamil jamil let down ur hair

[collophora]

"Let's fix this drawing" *redraw the whole thing*

[vurelly]

how am i meant to ha wahoo yippee through life in these conditions

[wordsinhaled]

it was really only a matter of time until edwardian payneland happened and what if i channeled maurice about it. just a little

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Charles is the son of the groundskeeper at St. Hilarion's School for Boys while Edwin is a pupil there. And he can't help but notice Edwin—how he’s nearly always alone, or else being harangued by the cruel older boys who call themselves his peers.

Charles privately thinks they hardly seem equal to him in poise or grace or manner. They are boisterous, brash, crass, violent, all overlaid with a veneer of false propriety, but Charles can see the cracks in it. He knows that sort by how they are inside, and they cannot be like Edwin at all. No, Edwin Paine's got a sad, drawn sort of look about him that Charles can't help recognizing. This lonely boy who feels somehow kindred in a way he can't put a finger on, but is pulled to him all the same, though by rights he'd do better to keep his distance.

Edwin often sits by the lake by himself, to read, or to do his assignments in the shade of the trees. Picturesque as a painting, he is. One day Charles dares to approach him, though he knows the risk in it—prepared to be rebuffed, rebuked for his untoward attention to someone he is meant to ignore; but the boy does not turn him away.

And so they become friends. Tentative, and then less and less so.

Together they explore the school's sprawling grounds, all of whose surprising hiding-places Charles Rowland knows by heart, having wandered them himself for years and made them his own refuge. The woods become theirs; the shore by the lake theirs; the shade of the trees theirs. The attic, where no one comes to look for them in the dead of night, also theirs.

And then one day Charles notices a group of boys surrounding Edwin. The usual cadre, and they're posturing, their voices loud in the autumn air. They’ve ripped Edwin's penny magazine from his grip and are tearing pages out of it, scattering them to be plucked up by the wind. Charles can do nothing else but step in. He shouts at them to back off, puts himself between them and Edwin, and gets himself thrashed for his trouble—but they, at least, finally leave Edwin alone.

Edwin, for his part, cannot believe Charles would be so reckless for his sake. Charles has not yet mentioned to him that he is used to this sort of treatment, and sees worse at home. They sit together in the boathouse by the lake, cross-legged, close enough for Edwin to dab carefully at Charles’ split lip and bleeding knuckles.

“You should not have done that for me,” he chides, though it carries no heat. “What will happen now?” He thinks word is sure to get back to the school, and there will be a scandal. Those boys, who so vocally despise Edwin, will hardly be quiet in their outrage, their humiliation. Charles’ father might be relieved of his post, and then Charles’ family will have to leave St. Hilarion’s. That is how these things go.

And what was it all for? For Edwin? How could it have been worth it?

“Doesn’t matter, does it?" Charles is saying, when Edwin surfaces from his troubled thoughts. "Couldn’t let them treat you like that. They had you five to one. And that, just ‘cause you’re different. I know how it is.” Charles’ eyelashes are very long, and the light turns his eyes a warm, deep amber as he talks fiercely, insistently, in defense of Edwin.

It’s terribly forward, Edwin thinks. And, despite every misgiving, he welcomes it. No one has ever fought for Edwin before. No one has ever spoken about him with such conviction.

Then Charles seems to lapse into pensiveness. “You didn’t have to…” he says softly. "All this." He gestures, with the free hand Edwin isn’t busy wrapping up, at the little bottle of antiseptic, the scissors, the roll of bandages and the cloths, all spread out on the floorboards between them.

“Of course I did,” Edwin says.

Really, he had not given it much consideration. He had had only the presence of mind to memorize the sight of Charles kneeling in the dew-damp grass, angry gaze still spitting fire at the backs of Edwin’s retreating bullies. He’d had blood in his bared teeth, and the briefest flash of desire had seared through Edwin—to kiss him. Merely in thanks, perhaps, but still, to kiss him.

He would know the warmth of Charles’ mouth. Fleeting, forbidden, it would sear itself into his mind for ever.

Of course, he had done no such thing; for he could not. Instead, he’d done the only thing he could do—bent low towards Charles, and squeezed his shoulder once, as if to say, Wait here for me. I will come back to you.

And as he'd turned on his heel and gone off in the direction of the infirmary, leaving Charles there with dusk encroaching, Edwin had hoped Charles understood his gesture for the indelible promise it was.

[cheriafreya]

Nicole ♡

[ai-kova]

Ok, whatever, deconstructs your funyarinpa into tragic schrodingers cat girl ❤️

[bucksdaffy]

oh, how i LOVE that tim decided to include tommy in the last two episodes, even though they are not really buck-focused. if this doesn't prove to you how serious he actually is about tommy being a long-term LI for buck, i don't know what will.

[firefistfiri]

Billy's trust event by the Coffee shop basically confirms he can... consume and smell..??

Spoilers for ZZZ storyquest chapter 3: Midnight Pursuit

To note, his smelling sense was also mentioned in chapter 3, which played a big role, because his air intake malfunctioned due to it being cheap so he didn't inhale the sleeping gas.

The air intake part of his design is not necessary for him, as Nicole stated jokingly at the end of the chapter. This must mean that in order for him to actually smell, he had to install it.

Not only that, but he sleeps just like any other person and is capable of having dreams! This guy keeps confusing me with his limits as to what he can and cannot do istg.

Him and his 5 senses... I am pretty sure that besides his seeing sense, the other senses are basically just gadgets to make him be more human.. (??) altho... how DOES he eat.. how does he eat and drink without a mouth... he has no lips! how will he get a kiss kiss?!

Help me out on this one... I was so sure that somewhere before the game was released it was confirmed that he couldn't actually drink/eat..? I am puzzled... 😵‍💫 Maybe I shouldn't think too much about this...

Let me know ur thoughts and correct me if I am wrong on any of this! Just pure observation and I might have skipped some things

This makes me really miss the character voicelines that Genshin and HSR have in the character profiles where they talk some more about themselves and others!!

bonus: Nicole being a sweetheart to Billy about his air intake malfunction ...

[sammygender]

i’ve never been as angry on behalf of a character as i am for sam winchester

[iknowwhereyousnoozeatnight]

points at you. L deathnote in a skirt

[happypeachsludgeflower]

Does anyone else ever think about how funny it would be if Leonard McCoy’s “the ex wife took the whole damn planet in the divorce” was literal 🥸 like, okay, but just hear me out 🥸 what if Bones was royalty 🤣 AND NONE OF THE CREW REALIZE BECAUSE THEY THINK HES JUST BEING SARCASTIC 🤣✨✨💃💃

[alluralater]

reminder that people who enable/do nothing when it comes to acts of sexual harassment are basically just as awful as the aggressors. they normalize, justify, and regularly excuse those behaviors and sweep it under the rug. who you decide to call a friend does in fact reflect on you. if you're happy to be around people that engage in predatory behavior and you perceive a clear pattern of it yet do nothing about it, then i'm literally never talking to you again. that goes double for people on here where there's this strange idea that there are no consequences in an online space. there are. damaging other people by staying silent or sitting on the fence when you have the power to do something is a consequence and that shit comes back around ten fold to you. you'd deserve every bit of it. dangerous by association is a thing, and you are.

[hecksupremechips]

Thinking of vlr Akane is so conflicting cuz on one hand I’m so upset that she doesn’t ever get a moment to just rest and enjoy being alive again I’m upset that she just gets deeper and deeper into this role she’s built for herself and she loses her humanity and will never ever be that girl who died in the incinerator. But on the other hand, I need her to get so, so much worse I need her to be so obsessed with perfection she has this unique ability to change the course of history and she will burn everything and everyone to the ground in the blink of an eye if it means she can "reset" and get a perfect timeline and I desperately need her to never be satisfied with anything because really, is there anything that’s worth all the damage she’s caused?

[paskuda-lynx]

Misunderstandings

Fanart for the fic Desideratum (posted on AO3) by @fianightshade ! Specifically for the chapter 11 'Turning point'. I periodically reread it just to feel the emotional turmoil of the scene again

[t4tyoko]

what is he thinking about………..

[xoxoemynn]

Hi, just saying, DMs exist for a reason, and if you're going to shit on fics/writers on tumblr dot com where they could VERY easily see it, maybe just don't? Have a shred of empathy and just imagine what it might feel like if you came across someone talking about you and something you were proud of one day. And no, obviously I'm not talking about fics that are racist. I'm talking about ones that just aren't to your taste. Nobody's saying you have to like them. Nobody's saying you have to read them. Just don't be a fucking dick about them in public.