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The workout plan to get me where I need to be for my own sake, I plan to head to the gym next month 3 days a week 1 hour 30 min a day, legs (mon) body(weds) and arms (sat) 9/10am start 3k calories a day 3 liters of water a day.
Up at 7am big breakfast, shower, pack gym bag, pack work bag and lunch, gym, shower at gym, work till 9pm head home, sleep, repeat day where applicable.
It’s not gonna be fun or easy and I know I’m gonna hate every single second of it in the beginning but I’m gonna do it because I want to be as healthy as I can, because I want to pass so easily that no one will have to double check me and because I want to be comfortable and happy and just me. So I’ll do it hell or high water I’ll do it.
#dead boy building#workout plan#i’ll keep you posted#this is what makes us men#this isn’t gonna be fun#transgender#trans man#transmasc#i will be strong#i will be happy#please be supportive please#forcemasc
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Time for a new poll! I'm curious to see the spread of answers on this one (and hear any other series not on the list.) Tried to go for a range of older and newer series on here, more on the older end of the spectrum, but I can't cover everything with the limited poll options here, so I hope you'll share your answers! :)
Please reblog for a larger sample size, thank you!
#sherlock holmes#acd holmes#pbjelly thoughts#detective fiction#tumblr polls#psych#polls#my polls#detective polls#nancy drew#enola holmes#hardy boys#omitb#dead boy detectives#hercule poirot#detective conan#case closed#ron kamonohashi#columbo#murder she wrote#only murders in the building#mystery genre#knives out#shawn spencer#conan edogawa#moriarty the patriot#yuukoku no moriarty#acd canon#agatha christie
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Sometimes you just have one of those moments where the progress we've made as a culture get thrown into stark relief. You look at something and go "Holy shit, that would never have happened when I was a kid."
Today, I had one of those moments when I realized that the teenage boys I'm working with are just. genuinely, openly enthusiastic about going to Build-a-Bear for their outing.
These are sixteen and seventeen year old boys! They just had a whole conversation about what to name their "cute", mostly new squishmallows! They're genuinely excited that they're going to Build-a-Bear this weekend and asking other kids to pick up specific accessories for them!!
Holy shit, that never would've happened when I was 16. None of the boys would have dared to be visibly interested - and neither would most of the girls! There would have been a million gay jokes and "Haha, you're a girl" jokes and "What are you, a baby?" jokes. Teenagers weren't even supposed to care about anything back then!
Less than 15 years later, and I'm watching three 17 year old boys treat all that as not even worthy of comment.
So let's call that a reason for hope. Even when the kids aren't alright, in some ways apparently they are alright. Go Gen Z, honestly. It's so lovely to watch you guys just openly doing and saying stuff that, when I was a teen, would've been a social death sentence.
#obligatory disclaimer that this really really obviously is not universal#I do live in a major progressive city#there's definitely a level of a liberal bubble effect here#but it's still really powerful to see it#because even in a major liberal enclave there were so many limits on the gender roles and homophobia etc. etc. fronts#and also the limits of the oppressive weight of obligatory teen apathy lol#seriously go gen z. so glad you guys decided cringe is dead. I love you for that so much#and I love it for you#not news#life#hope#homophobia#sexism#teens#teenagers#progress#gen z#btw if it wasn't clear I'm a#millennial#plush toy#plushie#squishmallows#build a bear#stuffed animal#like the idea of almost any teenager much less teenage boys#saying IN FRONT OF THEIR PEERS#that they are excited about their STUFFED ANIMALS#when I was a teenager#?????#cannot imagine that ever happening.
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Day 1 : Language of Love
@painlandweek
i did not give myself enough preparation time so my painland week contributions will probably all be sketches/quick peices BUT I WILL TRY 🙏🙏
#mr president another edwin reading to charles has hit the building#painlandweek#painland week#edwin payne#charles rowland#dead boy detectives#dead boy detectives fanart#payneland#etheriidoodles
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I've praised George Rextrew a lot for the emotion he put behind various actions, and I stand by that.
But I also want to take a moment to appreciate Jayden Revri's ability to handle Charles' more explosive emotions.
In the Devlin house, you watch his anguish and anger build in equal measure. Unlike the characters, we get to see the build-up to the outburst that leads to him getting stuck in the loop. The first time he sees that man murder his family he wants to look away, he tries to look away. You can see how much it hurts him, but he turns back and watches anyway--and the horror turns to rage.
When the Night Nurse comes, he fights her off--very aggressively yes, but they didn't see what he did when she took him into his memories--and everyone looks at him like...like he's a bomb that may go off again? Like they've never seen him before?
The boy's just been through some of his most traumatic memories and committed an act of violence that probably only made that experience worse, and he sees his friends looking at him the way he'd always feared they would--like he's a bad guy. And Jayden portrays that grief and pain so beautifully.
And when he gives that little "no" while he's crying and jerks away from Edwin's outstretched hand?
My heart feels like it's been squashed and wrung out.
#dead boy detectives#charles rowland#jayden revri#those sort of emotions can be hard to portray because they are so complex and explosive#you have to portray the build-up with subtlety#and then...explode...and that's EXHAUSTING#that kind of emotion takes so much out of you#Everyone on this show is so GOOD
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DBD actor au where edwin is a struggling stage actor (keeps getting cast as supporting cast in shows that are very much NOT shakesperean dramas) and charles is a film actor trying stage acting for the first time.
where edwin has his small corner of the world (niko, his old family friend crystal, and the few gigs he gets while working his ass off to finally get a lead) and charles comes by to a show and slowly assimilates himself into edwins life
the twist is that from charles POV its a coming of age rom com where he finally finds real friends who push him to be better and a guy he adores
... and from Edwins POV its a psychological horror where this prettier, more charming, and more successful actor swoops into his life and takes his place who his friends all immediately get along with better than him... and the worst part is he finds this guy /charming/
#this gets one note ill post it#charles: :D#Edwin: *calculating how tall a building he needs and at what angle to pitch himself off the side#dead boy detectives#this is about dead boy detectives#edwin payne#edwin dead boy detectives#charles rowland#charles rowland dead boy detectives
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DEAD BOY DETECTIVES 1.04 - The Case of the Lighthouse Leapers
Exhibit A for the fact that he really would let her get away with just about anything.
#this was such a small moment I only picked up on recently. unsurprised bc there’s a LOT going on in this scene#the little eye roll + head shake… 🥺😭#they really do these tiny character building moments well#dead boy detectives#dbda#edwin payne#niko sasaki#george rexstrew#yuyu kitamura#my gifs#for the concerned parties reading this: this was my downtime from the hand set#boyyyyy is that taking a while#I wouldn’t have thought so but here I am#update: apparently this is not showing up in the tags idk how that even works so#ok I guess this is dying in obscurity. bye
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megumi fushiguro x fem-reader
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p.2 ( ⸝⸝꩜ ᯅ ꩜⸝⸝;) p.3
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AN: Thank you for reading part 2! Again each of these will be around 3k in length. Enjoy!
warnings: i'm putting these here for future chapters too, and ill sprinkle some in as I go. I want to make it clear, there is no underage sex, but later on there will be some more raunchy shit. this is somewhat non-canon compliant-make it up as I go
-ok for the real warnings: yandere, obsessive behavior, possessiveness, mommy kinks, mommy issues, arranged marriages, forced marriages, angst, eventual smut, clan politics, age gap (5 years from meg, and a little over 10 with toji), toji aint the best dad, mentions of child abuse, slowww build.
Short summary: Your arranged marriage to Toji Fushiguro had been sudden and unexpected, but now you found yourself living under his roof alongside his moody stepson. Your only directive from your clan head before moving in was clear: keep a close eye on Toji, the notorious Sorcerer Killer, and his son, a potential sorcerer prodigy.
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Cleaning had always been second nature to you, a skill drilled into you by your clan as a symbol of discipline and propriety.
The ways of a proper young lady.
Back then, it had been another way to meet their rigid standards, but now, in Toji’s apartment, it served a different purpose.
You weren’t trying to meet anyone’s expectations. It felt more like you were creating a space that felt livable, even comforting. As you scrubbed and tidied, remnants of your clan’s demands linger in your mind.
Megumi stayed holed up in his room, avoiding you, though you suspected it wasn’t out of rudeness.
Maybe he was still figuring you out, testing the waters before deciding how to interact. You couldn't blame him. This was all new and strange for both of you.
As you scrubbed the counters and sorted through laundry, you tried to keep yourself busy, hoping to quiet the restless hum of your thoughts. The spiraling.
But the silence of the apartment only amplified them, leaving you with little to do but reflect.
You thought long and hard about your next move—about what you wanted and what you were willing to do. You hadn’t expected to make it this far, away from the suffocating grip of your clan, away from the rules they’d meticulously instilled into you. This already felt like a step up.
No one was yelling. No one was crying. And most importantly, no one was punishing you for merely existing.
And for once, you could breathe.
But could you settle here? Could you turn this into a real home? The thought carried a weight you hadn’t anticipated, especially when you considered who you were married to.
Toji Fushiguro.
The infamous thirty-something gambler whose reputation preceded him. His name carried weight—none of it good. You’d only heard whispers about him before, rumors about the "Sorcerer Killer" who couldn’t see curses, but had carved a place for himself in a world that didn’t want him. The name he was making for himself wasn’t the kind anyone would aspire to have.
And now, he was your husband.
Could he truly be better than what you’d left behind?
Marriage had never been a simple thing for people like you. It was, more often than not, a transaction, a tool for power and alliances, never a partnership.
You'd settled your peace with that. But you couldn’t be sure what kind of man Toji would turn out to be. So far, he was unpredictable—evasive, blunt, and not exactly brimming with warmth.
When you first met Toji, you’d been terrified.
His deep voice, gruff and laced with irritation, felt like a warning in itself. And he hadnt been happy when you first saw him. His towering, muscular frame only added to the daunting image.
Many clan marriages ended in misery. Beaten wives, suffocating rules, and vows that served only to bind and restrict.
The unknown had loomed large that day.
You’d been genuinely shocked when Toji had even shown up to the meeting. After all, he already had a history—a wife before you, a notorious rebellious streak, and a reputation soaked in blood.
What had happened to her?
The question lingered in your mind, twisting your thoughts into a frantic swirl as you tried to piece together what kind of man he was and what exactly you might be walking into.
Not that you had much of a choice.
To your relief, he left shortly after bringing you home, without forcing himself on you or issuing a set of house rules. But even without his demands, you already knew your place.
How could you not?
The weight of the clan’s expectations had been drilled into you for as long as you could remember.
Still, the questions remained.
Could you trust him? Could he truly protect you from the very people who had pushed you into this marriage? Or would he become like the others you’d seen—the cruel, controlling men who treated their wives as tools?
If things got sticky, you could run. But the thought terrified you. Your clan wasn’t known for letting their investments go so easily. They had their motives, their expectations for you, and you knew better than to think they’d let you walk away unscathed.
The marriage was a means to an end, and the moment you stopped being useful, they wouldn’t hesitate to dissolve it. Drag you back, kicking and screaming.
The questions would start soon if you didn’t make an appearance at the estate for a ‘visit.’ You’d have to come up with something to keep them satisfied, a way to buy yourself more time.
But would it be enough? You weren’t about to stoop to spying, but maybe if you offered them the bare minimum, it could hold them off. Still, you knew the risk.
Back to the suffocating walls of their estate. Back to the life you’d fought so hard to escape. Back to another arranged marriage—this time, likely to someone far worse.
Someone who wouldn’t tolerate even a shred of independence.
You had no illusions about what they were capable of. They’d find you. They’d make an example of you. The consequences were always swift, brutal, and served as a warning to others.
The only thing keeping you from that fate was this house.
Toji.
For all his flaws, for all the uncertainty that surrounded him, Toji was the barrier between you and the life you so desperately wanted to escape.
The clan couldn’t touch you here—not while you were under his roof. His name and infamous reputation were enough to keep them at bay for now.
But why had he even agreed to this marriage? It didn’t serve him. If anything, it seemed like another chain, another tie he’d likely resent. What had convinced him to take on a responsibility that did him no favors?
The thought nagged at you as you clung to the fragile sense of safety he unknowingly provided.
For now, you had to play the game carefully. Toji was unpredictable, but at least he wasn’t actively cruel. You’d take your chances with him over returning to the hell you’d left behind.
And yet, still, he hadn’t returned. When would he come home? Sure it'd only been a day, but...
When lunchtime rolled around, you prepared food for both yourself and Megumi. Doubling the portions, you were glad he was starting to warm up to you, even if only slightly. Knocking softly on his door, you waited for a moment before it creaked open.
Megumi stood there, his expression unreadable as usual, but he took the plate with a small nod.
“Thanks,” he muttered before retreating back into his room, the door closing firmly behind him.
So, you ate alone.
It wasn’t the solitude that stung the most—it was the familiarity of it.
Sitting at the quiet table, your thoughts drifted to the countless meals you’d eaten alone back at the clan house.
You’d thought leaving that life behind would make things different, that here, in this little apartment, you could find something resembling peace.
But for now, the silence was deafening.
You reminded yourself to remember that this was better and you needed to be patient.
At least you knew Megumi wasn’t cruel or rude—just guarded. He was still so young, still figuring out his place in all of this.
So, you cleared your plate, brushed off the dull ache settling in your chest, and told yourself that this was temporary.
It was just a matter of time.
Later in the day, you decided to step out for groceries. The apartment was practically empty, the fridge holding little more than condiments and a few questionable leftovers.
You couldn’t fathom how Toji and Megumi had been surviving off such meager scraps. You’d noticed the state of things your first day there, picking up a few essentials just to scrape by. But today, you decided it was time to stock up properly.
Standing by the front door, you hesitated for a moment, glancing toward Megumi’s room. A small part of you debated whether to ask him to come along. It might have been nice to have the company, and perhaps the outing could help you two get closer. But you quickly pushed the thought aside.
This wasn’t his responsibility. It was yours. You were the one trying to build a home here, the one who had stepped into this role. So you would need to do it.
With a quiet sigh, you grabbed your shopping list and headed out the door. It wasn’t a long walk to the nearby market, but as you made your way down the street.
By the time you returned, your arms were weighed down with bags. Maybe you’d gotten carried away, but everything seemed so necessary. Stumbling through the front door, you dumped the bags onto the counter with a relieved sigh.
Megumi peeked out from the doorway, alerted by the sound. “You’re back?”
“Yeah,” you said, turning slightly to smile at him, still catching your breath. “Got some food for tonight.”
He frowned, his gaze shifting to the hefty bags on the counter.
“Didja walk all this back yourself?”
“Mhmm,” you replied with a small hum, stretching your back before reaching to start putting things away.
Before you could even grab the first item, Megumi stepped into the kitchen, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly as he gently nudged you aside.
“Go rest. I’ll put it ‘way,” he muttered without any real bite.
You blinked at him, caught off guard by the unexpected offer, but decided not to argue. Instead, you took a seat at the kitchen table, watching him move around the room.
His movements were deliberate and efficient as he pulled items from the bags. He inspected each one carefully, as though weighing its importance, before putting it into its proper place.
For a moment, you forgot the weight of everything else and simply watched.
Megumi, for all his prickliness, had his own way of showing appreciation—even if he didn’t say it out loud. It was hard not to notice how much care he put into something so simple.
He still reminded you of a grumpy old cat—aloof, guarded, but with moments of surprising thoughtfulness.
A small laugh escaping you as the thought crossed your mind.
Megumi glanced over his shoulder, his sharp eyes narrowing in suspicion. “What’s so funny?” he asked, his tone flat, though the faint red at the tips of his ears betrayed some building irritation.
“Nothing,” a small, teasing smile playing on your lips. “Just thinking about how teenagers can be so stubborn sometimes.”
“Stubborn?” he parroted, his tone disbelieving. “I’m not stubborn. You’re acting like I’m some little kid or something.”
The amused smile tugging at your lips only grew as you tilted your head at him. “Well, aren’t you? Just a little bit, maybe?”
And his scowl deepened, the flush on his cheeks darkening. The faint hint of embarrassment making him look unbearably adorable.
“I’m not a kid. I’m almost fourteen,” he muttered, his voice firm, though it teetered dangerously close to a pout.
Your laugh now unrestrained, unable to resist teasing him just a bit more. It seemed so easy for him to ruffle up. “Fourteen, huh? Practically a grown-up. My bad.”
Megumi’s gaze darted away briefly before snapping back to you, his tone quieter but still holding a note of defiance. “You’re not that much older than me. You’re what? Sixteen?”
You shook your head, unable to hide your amusement. “Sixteen? Try eighteen, Megumi. I’m officially an adult, thank you very much.”
His eyes narrow, as if processing the information. “Eighteen?” he muttered under his breath, his skepticism clear. “You don’t look eighteen.”
Feigning offense, you straightened your posture. “Well, I am,” you said with mock indignation. “And as the adult here, I think I get to call you a kid.”
Megumi huffed, crossing his arms. “You don’t act like an adult. You’re more like a bossy older sister.”
That made you grin even wider. Was that supposed to be an insult? “Bossy older sister, huh? I think I’ll take that as a compliment.”
He avoided your gaze, pretending to focus on folding one of the empty grocery bags.
“Take it however you want,” he muttered, his tone clipped, though the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth gave him away.
“Well, thanks, I guess,” you said playfully. “But I’m still older than you, and that makes you the kid, like it or not.”
Megumi frowned but didn’t argue further. Instead, he busied himself with the counter, his lips pressed into a firm line.
“But I’m not a kid,”
You raised your hands in mock surrender, your tone kind and teasing.
“Alright, alright. You’re not a kid. You’re a very mature almost-fourteen-year-old. Better?”
Turning his attention back to the counter, he muttered, “Whatever,”
You leaned back in your chair, watching him with a mix of fondness and curiosity.
Megumi had a way talking. A way of instilling fondness into the back of you mind. You already really liked the kid.
The way he tried to act older than he was—it was all so very… Megumi-esque. And you hadn't even known him for long. Not even a day. He had such predictably, you felt like you already knew him.
But kids with that much prickliness tend to have more going on.
“You know,” you said gently, breaking the silence, “you don’t have to rush to grow up so fast. Fourteen—or almost fourteen—is a good age to just…be.”
Megumi glanced at you, a blank look on his face. As if he wasn’t even considering what you were saying. “I’m not rushing anything. I just don’t want to be treated like some helpless kid.”
Now that got your attention.
You tilted your head, your smile softening. “I don’t think you’re helpless, Megumi. Not at all…I just think it’s okay to let people care about you sometimes. It doesn’t make you helpless.”
He didn’t reply, his gaze flickering back to the counter, but you could see the wheels turning in his head.
Then he lingered. The groceries were already put away, yet he didn’t leave. He didn’t know why he stayed. Maybe he didn’t want to admit it.
But his actions spoke louder than words ever could: maybe, just maybe, he didn’t mind you being there. Doesn’t mind being around you. Psycho-ex of his dad’s or otherwise.
While making dinner, Megumi hovered close to your elbows. His dark eyes trailing your every movement with a quiet intensity that didn’t suit the task at hand.
He didn’t say a word, but his focus was unshakable, soaking in every detail. Your cooking so far had been phenomenal. Enough to make the kid jealous.
He wanted to learn, that much was clear—wanted to memorize the steps, the measurements, the little techniques you used. You had a sneaking suspicion it wasn’t just curiosity.
His silence didn’t bother you. If anything, it gave you the perfect opportunity to chatter away, filling the room with a one-sided conversation that you hoped wasn’t entirely unwelcome.
You explained every step meticulously, breaking it down like a cooking show. Megumi didn’t interrupt or huff at you. Instead, he absorbed it all like a sponge, his head tilting slightly when you mentioned something new.
“Toji must not be much of a cook,” you remarked at one point, glancing at him with a teasing smile. His lips twitched upward for the briefest moment, a ghost of a smile that made your chest tighten with warmth.
Even when you explained the most basic things, like how to dice an onion properly, Megumi listened as though it were the most important lecture of his life.
It made sense—Megumi was still young, and cooking had always been considered a woman’s role in traditional clan life. And considering Toji’s seemingly chaotic lifestyle, and the lack of any obvious maternal figure, it was no wonder this felt new to him. Still, the conversation flowed a little easier that evening.
You hadn’t had many interactions with the other children back at the clan estate—everything there had been too rigid, too suffocating for anything resembling a healthy relationship.
It was surprise you were even social adept to talk with him now. You felt like you were finally getting to experience a somewhat normal family life.
And even in those moments, there was still a frigid layer of distance he maintain between you two—a protective barrier he refused to let you pass.
Distrusting, yes, but not beyond reach.
He was still trying to figure you out, sizing you up, before deciding whether you were even worth the effort of trusting.
Why the hell was this kid so frosty? Was it Toji? The absence of a mother? Or something else entirely? You weren’t sure, but the guarded way Megumi carried himself—the abrasiveness, the defensive huffiness—stirred something in you.
There had been plenty of kids like him back in the clan house. Some were cold and indifferent, their walls impenetrable.
Others carried arrogance like armor, wielding it to hide their insecurities.
But the ones who stayed with you—the ones who truly stuck in your memory—were those too weak to defend themselves, cast aside for showing too much emotion.
Beaten into shape.
Megumi wasn’t like that, obviously. But the thought of him enduring anything similar made you feel...protective. Kids don’t get that icy from a normal childhood, after all.
When you finally sat down to eat, the food, obviously, turned out fantastic.
Megumi, ever stoic, simply nodded in approval as he ate, but you caught the way his chopsticks moved a little faster than usual, and you couldn’t help but feel a small tinge of pride.
“Not bad, right?” you teased lightly, hoping to draw a reaction from him.
His eyes flicked up to meet yours for a fleeting second before he mumbled,
“It’s good.”
Another almost-smile.
It was your second day in and this kid would be the death of you.
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#dbd charles#dbd crystal#dbd edwin#dbd niko#dead boy detectives#dbda#dbd show#payneland#charles rowland#tv shows#tags suck#everyone should js jump off a building while doing a backflip#😼 i’m so cool 😎#:33p
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Prompt 3 - Frostbite
@wolfstarmicrofic December 3, word count 200
Remus woke up to a blanket of snow. He looked out of the dormitory window and sighed at the beautiful sight. No one had ventured outside yet, and even the local creatures had left the sloping grounds untouched. The snow would be completely rucked up by lunchtime as there was no way a snowball fight wasn’t happening, probably started by him and his friends.
He heard movement behind him and the soft pad of Sirius’s feet across the wooden floorboards and stopped just beside him.
“Wow,” Sirius breathed, his warm breath fogging up the glass. “Get dressed, Moony, we’re going to go build a snowman,” Sirius clapped him on the shoulder as he turned back to his bed to get dressed. “Don’t forget your gloves, don’t want you to get frostbite,” Remus rolled his eyes at him but was excited to get outside, so he got dressed quickly and grabbed his gloves before chasing Sirius all the way down to the grounds.
Remus ran after Sirius through the entrance doors and was hit by the silence and stillness that fresh snow brings. He was pulled out of his revive by a snowball to the face. Oh, it was so on.
#wolfstar#wolfstar microfic#wolfstar fic#wolfstar fanfiction#sirius black#remus lupin#sirius orion black#sirius o black#remus john lupin#remus j lupin#sirius x remus#remus x sirius#sirius and remus#remus and sirius#marauders era#harry potter#wolfstar fluff#the marauders#dead gay wizards#sirius is just a big kid#cute boys#blanket of snow#peaceful quiet#something magical#undisturbed#lets go build a snowman#snowball to the face#frostbite
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Edwin, don't break Jenny's rules. . .
#dbda#dead boy detectives#dead boy detective agency#monty finch#monty the crow#edwin payne#montwin#crowin#crowwin#text post#screenshot#jenny looking at monty and immediately evicting him from the building in ep4 lol
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I’m so used to eating above 2000 calories as expected for my mothers daughter but I’m supposed to be hitting 3000, it’s not easy and I can physically feel the food in my stomach and Jezz it’s unpleasant but I have to get used to it for the gym, I can’t get stronger with out eating enough to facilitate muscle growth, I can’t get out of this too small a cage without growing stronger. I’ll keep going, I’m not dying in this shell that I promise that.
#dead boy building#forcemasc#gymmotivation#gym diet#health & fitness#transmasc#transgender#trans man#fuck my stomach hurts
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See, I think Charles’ annoyance and frustration with the Cat King really was just pure protectiveness and not any kind of jealousy - it’s understandable, because Edwin is not telling him what happened even though something clearly did, which is not typical for them. Edwin doesn’t usually hide things like this! Of course he’s worried!
Charles’ reaction to Monty, on the other hand, is difficult to explain in a way that isn’t jealousy. You could say he’s being protective again, but Charles shows no sign of distrust in Monty, and had no idea of who Monty was or that he might betray them - he was actually very chill with him, except in a select few specific scenes. You could say he just doesn’t like him because he got brushed off during their first meeting, but not only does that not seem like Charles at all, it also doesn’t make sense, since, again, in most instances, Charles is genuinely friendly and is happy when Monty compliments him and seems to have come around to liking him (it completely flies over his head that this is a petty jab at Edwin on Monty’s part but oh well hahaha). You could say it changes up their status quo a bit and that bothers Charles. I do think this bothers him a bit, but I think, unlike Edwin, Charles’ fear and frustration here is directed more at situations (the Cat King whisking him away for several hours, as an example) than others. He’s sociable and likes being able to talk to new people. There’s absolutely no way he’d begrudge Edwin doing the same - and he doesn’t… with Niko. Edwin and Niko hit it off and become very close and that never bothers Charles at all. He’s incredibly endeared to her, just like the rest, and for the most part, he’s chill with Monty too, and smiles pretty knowingly when Edwin confesses to him having awakened some feelings. The only exceptions, where he shows definite annoyance, are when Monty first shows up and gets really in Edwin’s personal space to show him the astrology chart he made, and when Edwin is so sucked into the book Monty gave him that he doesn’t hear that Charles is talking to him, to which he annoyedly says that they seem to have been “spending a lot of time together”.
You could say he’s unused to having anyone get in Edwin’s personal space like that, but, again, Niko. She’s very tactile with him and he doesn’t seem to mind all that much; they spend time together watching things. If it was just someone getting close with Edwin in general, not only would that be weirdly possessive for the character, but it would also mean he would show discomfort with anyone getting close, I think. Does Charles see Monty as more of a potential threat than Niko, seeing as he knows her and her personality and doesn’t know Monty? Well, maybe, but again, Charles shows no sign of distrusting Monty at all.
Monty is a boy. Okay. So something about seeing Edwin so close to a boy that is not him, getting lost in thought over something this boy gave him, really rubs Charles the wrong way. Charles appears to catch on just as quickly as anyone else that there is something (or it looks like something) between Edwin and Monty. He is not surprised when Edwin comes out to him in episode 6, and in fact, seems to have just been waiting for him to verbalize it. He smiles and is not bothered at all by Edwin showing (what he thinks is) a romantic interest in Monty - he just doesn’t like it when Monty clearly shows a romantic interest in Edwin. Um. Well. Well.
Charles is jealous. I really don’t know what else to say.
Look, when I first watched this show, I actually didn’t want them to end up together romantically - I love the idea of one having fallen in love with another who does not reciprocate and the two of them still loving each other just as much. That Edwin’s confession made them closer instead of making things awkward is such a beautiful outcome to this build up and I absolutely love it. However. On my two rewatches, I caught a lot more little details, and I think it would be very strange if the show did not follow up on this. That, plus the deliberate quality of these “jealousy” moments where the camera focuses on him, Charles’ Orpheus coding throughout the show, the fact that Edwin’s arc was far more about realizing his feelings for Charles specifically than just coming to terms with his sexuality, and that even the actors admit that Charles’ response to the confession kind of left things open, it really seems to me like the path leads to a romantic endgame for them, or at the very least, that this possibility will be explored in more depth.
**This is just my reading of it. Please do not use this post as a gotcha for anyone who loves them as a platonic duo or people who really love Crystal and Charles together (because let’s face it, they’re super cute too). I’m just doing my rambles. As per usual.
#listen this got really long and I’m sorry but I wanted to be sure I covered all my bases because#I flat out hate the old argument of ‘it (romance) is the only possible explanation!’ with regards to strong bonds#because it so often invalidates strong platonic expressions of love#but… *gestures above*#they’re going to need to address this at some point I think#I really hope though that if the relationship becomes more romantic#that this does not happen in season 2 but in season 3 or something#make it a good build and emphasize the importance of their existing platonic bond#I want their bond to continue to change and grow closer via their friendship first before evolving into romantic tension :)#(also I have faith in these writers but I’ll always be worried about what happens to Crystal with all this. pls don’t cast her aside…)#the smart thing would be to have Crystal have more of the main plot action and Charles more of the feelings arc#for season 2. that’s what I’m hoping#not just any romance or jealousy for Charles but also feelings around his family and dad and his wants and fears and all that#storyrambles#this got away from me again haha#should I use my analysis tag? does this count??? …I’m using it. ->#call me ace detective the way I am ace. and also a detective.#dead boy detectives#I also love the idea of a canon gay couple in an overall queer narrative because that’s beautiful#please I want it to happen#charles rowland#edwin payne#payneland#dbda meta#dbda spoilers
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I have an abrupt craving for trans boy Charles Rowland
Fighting to be on the sports team at St. Hilarion the year it went co-ed
Getting punished at home and at school for cutting his hair too short
Using the boy's uniform even after multiple dress code violation sanctions
Maintaining decent relationships with the boys on his teams without being popular, so by the time he's being stoned and thrown in the lake it feels less like betrayal and more like inevitability
Telling Edwin his name is Charles like he's wanted to for years, and feeling more alive in those brief hours where Edwin accepts the fact completely than he did in the past three years of his life
Making himself look more masculine as a ghost without even fully meaning to, because it's integral to his self perception
After a while, figuring out how to give himself a flat chest and wanting to celebrate with Edwin so badly but not daring to because he's convinced Edwin just didn't understand what he is back in the attic
Not defending brad and hunter, but worrying he's turning into the same kind of bloke regardless, and Edwin reacting the way he did in canon
Going back to looking more feminine in Hell, having a bit of a crisis about it (this idea is inspired by the one trans!Charles fic I read which I can't find rn)
Meaning to come out to Edwin after Hell but Esther happens first, Charles spending the time terrified he'll lose Edwin before he can be fully himself with him
Coming out to Edwin just after the business with the Lost and Found department is concluded and feeling so relieved he sinks down all the way to the ground floor, only for Edwin to join him seconds later and they end up laughing themselves silly in the laundry room
Now when they're alone and really tired sometimes Charles doesn't bother with the ghostly hrt because he knows Edwin truly does accept him, with full awareness of what he is, and Charles is so full of love and affection for his friend he could absolutely burst
Being a bit confused by what seems like a developing crush on Edwin because he spent so long thinking he Wasn't Like That and just couldn't fall in love or want to get really physical with anyone but now that the dysphoria and fear of rejection are both taken care of it's like his feelings are ~awakening~
Then Edwin confesses and they get together and are happy
#Dead Boy Detectives#payneland#charles rowland#The first time Edwin goes down on him Charles' energy burns so bright he pops all the lamps in the building#and he doesn't even care#10n#20n#30n#40n#60n#70n
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LGBTQ+ Stories Deserve to be told.
There's a startling and undeniable trend happening in media right now. With fascist politicians, alt-right extremists, and conservatives trying to push progress backward, queer representation is more important now than ever.
➪ All credit for this data goes to @homoquartz!
If your favorite LGBTQ+ story hasn't been axed this year, it is among the lucky few. These stories aren't just entertainment; for many people, they're lifesaving. These stories are the closest thing to feeling included in the queer community that some people can or will have. Let's all fight together to affirm the importance of queer representation in media.
There will be a cross-fandom hashtag going live on Dec 16; so keep an eye out for that!
Here's the Dead Boy Detectives petition, if anyone would like to sign in solidarity with an unapologetically queer, beautiful piece of media that personally changed my life. I've never felt so seen as I did through the character Charles Rowland.
If you're in a fandom with a queer show that has been canceled, feel free to reblog this with your petition. I've likely already signed your petition, but if I haven't I will sign in solidarity with you as well.
#dead boy detectives#the sandman#heartstopper#red white and royal blue#rwrb#heartbreak high#my lady jane#arcane#agatha all along#only murders in the building#the wheel of time#kaos#ofmd#warrior nun#shadow and bone#chucky#the acolyte#iwtv#the owl house#911 abc#good omens
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Sighing in Steve & El have never interacted onscreen together so how exactly is he her big brother
Meanwhile, her ACTUAL big brother performed emergency surgery in a mall food court and drove across 3 states trying to find her
But y'all don't like him.
#some of y'all are watching an ENTIRELY different show#or you're just so wrapped up in your fanon#but like can we PLEASE put some respect on my boy Jonathan#also I love Argyle but we don't see him driving at all after they bury that dead body so it's heavily implied Jonathan drove the entire tim#that's why he's rubbing his eyes my blorbo is tired#and he's in the drivers seat in Hawkins now I hope he let argyle drive but uhhhh#bring back 20 episode season so we can have filler episodes with character building#stranger things#jonathan byers#el hopper byers#I am once again petitioning El & Jonathan to get their own tag like willel#hopper byers siblings#hopper byers family
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