Celebratory Dead Duck Detectives
This is the worst timeline. (x)
I found a bunch of snippets I wrote that I'm unlikely to put into any actual fics so now I'm going to share them here out of context.
“I finished one you know. Took a while, but I did it.”
“What’s this now?”
“I finished reading one of your dusty, Greek books. It was in English, but I read the thing cover to cover. Honest. It was pretty good actually. It reminded me of us in the end.”
Edwin was almost afraid what Greek tragedy Charles was comparing them to now, but he looked so proud for having finished it, so Edwin couldn’t help but ask, “Which one was that then?”
“The Odyssey.”
Admittedly that wasn’t what Edwin had expected, and as far as Greek epics went it wasn’t the easiest to get through.
“I guess they made a musical of it? Crystal was playing it for me, and the songs sounded pretty cool, so I thought I’d give the book a go. Gotta admit the musical was easier to follow. Words I never thought I’d say.”
“You said it reminded you of us in the end? I can see you as Odysseus. Strong, brave, and using his wits to beat his opponents in clever, unexpected ways. Who would I be?”
“Penelope.”
Ghosts couldn’t technically choke, but that didn’t stop the shock from causing Edwin to cough. Of course Charles was at his side in a second, patting his back as if that could help. “Sorry, sorry. I guess I should say we’re both Odysseus and Penelope. It’s like you said, right? Odysseus’s super clever and using his brain to get out of all kinds of problems. So, he’s like you. And Penelope is also wicked brilliant, tricking the suitors to get off her back. Odysseus was all determined to make it back to her no matter what, and she was willing to wait for him, even though she actually had no way of knowing he was alive. I think that’s both of us, innit? If we ever got separated, we’d fight our way back to each other however we had to, no matter how long it took.”
Every single time I think of Edwin’s confession at the top of the staircase, I get so emotional because of the way Edwin sounds. I’ve never heard a line delivered as perfectly as his “Charles I’m in love with you.” It makes me ache and I feel violently ill every single time I hear it. For so many reasons. He sounds afraid, ashamed, heartbroken, and at the same time it sounds like it’s something that he’s always known despite just realizing it. It breaks my heart and makes me cry. I love Edwin.
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what you need, my algorithm-rotten minded friend, is a grip
I love our flag means death so fucking much because they were like “here are two guys. They’re in love. One of them is a dilf who kills a man because he hurt his boyfriend and then immediately slams said boyfriend into the wall to make out with him. The other is a babygirl who wears a cat collar and builds blanket forts and asks his boyfriend to practice his ‘captain voice’ on him. Now guess which fucking one is which.”
Not now kitten daddy's googling his symptoms
i miss my wife, tails (evil child-murdering witch esther finch from the 2024 gay cult hit netflix show dead boy detectives)
pope francis died without lezzing out. don't let that happen to you.
Everyone on tumblr has Conditions. maladies. I log onto tumblr and my mutuals are unwellposting. Conditions I didn't even know existed and sound like dark curses but I will see a post from friend like "died about 60% today, fine now. Made egg on toast #yummytoast". There are so many people in this world with life experiences