#cue crickets

[clovixen]

just finished watching dead boy detectives, thought i would redraw this awesome scene ^_^

is .. is anyone still in this fandom. or is everyone dead

[brucenorris007]

I recently read that holding off on purchases to avoid impulse buying is the more economical choice.

. . . . . . . . . .

They're talking about online orders, right? Surely it's totally normal to drop mumblemumble dollars in the bookstore in person in one go.

right?

[crueldudethesis]

ʃ hey guys I’m back from breakkkk … did u guys miss me 😇😇😇😇

[irl-batsignal]

Morning, you'll never guess who just woke up

It was me! Who cheered?

[keepthemacramesecret]

theres also a cool time/clocks motif going on w raffles which i am predictably haunted by but we cant get into that today

[putrid-sex-machine]

gender = sex??? uuhhmm i dont remember having GENDER with leon kennedy last night x-D!!!!

ahhaahh

like and follow for more banger posts

[sp1derc1der]

POV: You mentioned Dragon!Ghetsis

[beargonefishing]

be prepared for a longer post later abt transexualism

[eluvixnsarchived]

i am so glad i have therapy today it's almost 7:00am and i have not been to sleep yet bc of the TERRORS

[nunap]

When an artist says: I only need your love!!! (Sure u don't want a Lamborghini too) I'm like and my love is the only thing you're gonna get baby *winku*

[damxnbaird]

Honestly kinda karma new zealand lost for picking a criminal who has no remorse

[plead-au]

50 posts!

this is so awesome ! can you guys clap for me

[fazcinatingblog]

I can't believe stars won, you guys, it's amazing. (((Pink Sydney are washed))))

[brekkidot]

any chatmonchy fans in the year of 2023?

[geofflewriter]

Miscellany

Going to the theatre, specifically the National can trigger some thoughts. We saw a play last night about Gielgud and Burton, set in New York in 1964 as they rehearsed Burton’s debut as Hamlet. It’s called The Motive and the Cue. It’s all about differing artistic approaches, peaking too soon, lack of self belief hidden in a veneer of egoism, chutzpah and arrogance. It was very good and the…

[pringle-slut]

have the urge to write something where edwin feels like he's allowed to Look At Charles now and charles is fucking losing it. edwin's eyes will catch on his mouth when he's smirking, skate over his arms when he twirls his cricket bat, linger on his shoulders when he's down to his white vest, (on more than one mind-numbing occasion, drag up the entire length of his body with a naked hunger that leaves charles fucking reeling) and every single time, charles finds himself preening about it. he likes it when people think he's fit, always has, LOVES that shit, but there's something properly intoxicating about not only being the subject of edwin's attention, but the subject of his desires. it doesn't take long for him to start seeking out the attention, purposefully stirring the desire.

edwin is. trying to cope.

edwin's perpetually sixteen just like charles is, and since coming to terms with his sexuality, he's had a much more difficult time ignoring it. the desire he'd never quite looked at now suffuses every corner of his mind. sometimes he laughs inwardly at the idea of rose-tinted glasses in regards to one's love - edwin's own have been tinted red since he realized he had them. of course there's the desire to hold and cherish charles, to be romantic and soft, but there are also the...other desires. the ones that edwin isn't sure aren't borne of his time in Hell. and it's like charles is trying to make it worse.

he's taken to wearing nothing but his vest and some "lounge shorts" (according to crystal) when it's just the two of them in the office, and edwin cannot silence the voice in the back of his head begging him to get his mouth on every bloody inch of that golden skin. he's also increased the amount of casual touches he gives edwin, much freer than he used to be with hugs and shoulder squeezes and the brush of hands and - and edwin has to use all of his self control to stop himself ravishing charles completely.

there's one night in particular after charles has returned from a concert he went to with crystal where the tension doesn't snap, but only barely. charles is buzzing with energy still, chattering away at edwin about the lights and the music and the people, and he'd dressed up a little, so edwin's attention is strictly on the tight leather pants almost painted onto charles' lean legs and the crop top showing four torturous inches of skin (bitebitebite). he genuinely doesnt remember any of what charles told him about the concert itself.

charles clocks this and tries to shrug off his leather jacket as nonchalantly as possible. he's not looking at edwin while he does, eyes darting to the floor almost shyly, but he hears the sharp intake of breath edwin makes when his shoulders are bared. he's noticed edwin staring particularly entrancedly at them when he wears his vest, and a burning wave of satisfaction washes through him at the shaky exhale he hears next.

"charles," edwin says, his voice low and velvety.

charles supresses a shiver and meets his eyes

"yeah?"

edwin's looking at him so intensely he can fucking feel it. he can feel those eyes trace his bare skin and his leather-clad legs and his mouth and all of it again and he's trembling with want, frozen where he stands.

cue ghost post!