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Happy National Grilling and Macaroni Salad day!!!! Yep, it's ALL about the Macaroni salad for me! 馃ぃ
#blu鉂わ笍#dogs#the groomer took the two top pics#he looks soooooo not relaxed#hope everybody has a good day and survives the extreme heat seemingly everywhere#i'm so fortunate#i get to be indoors most of the day in air conditioning at my retail hell job#please don't ever tell a retail worker they are lucky they are where it is so cool#we despise it when customers say that#we'd rather be suffering at home or just about anywhere else#thank you!#馃ぃ
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#just realized I've seen the boys live this year six times already#and before the end of the year it will be two times more#and Dan three times more#whoa#and two signing sessions in the last year#I'm so fortunate#sorry for flexing 馃槄#electric Callboy /
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I'm gonna cry my friend just gave me an expensive perfume because he wants a new signature scent and I'm absolutely in LOVE with it. It's a dream scent, it's always been one of my favorite scents on him and it turns out I love it on my own skin even more.
#faer personal files#i'm so fortunate#it's anubis by papillion artisan perfumes it's dark and gorgeous and powerful
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this is basically what happened, right?
(these guys are very lucky that everyone at NRC 1) has the combined intelligence of a sack of bricks, and 2) is easily distracted by shiny things.)
#art#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#stage in playful land#stage in playfulland#these two are SO sleazy and i am utterly delighted by them#can't wait to find out their tragic backstory in approximately 3-4 weeks!#fortunately i have like a month to figure out how the heck to draw their hair (spoiler: i will never figure it out)#also. god. i love it whenever leona accidentally reveals his Mom Side.#he doesn't care about any of this but he WILL be tagging along to make sure no one else gets into trouble#once again he has to be the Responsible Adult and he hates it. the whimsical hat weighs heavy upon his head.#anyway this is me so excuse me while i now talk about diasomnia for three hours#but lilia being all 'kids gotta have some adventure in their lives!' is hilarious#specifically because you know silver would NEVER.#100% silver not only never snuck out but he always went to bed on time AND brushed his teeth AND flossed even when nobody made him.#lilia: aww but you should be enjoying your youth! >:c#silver: i am. i enjoy being respectful and disciplined and honoring you as my father.#lilia:#lilia: maybe i'm TOO good at raising kids#you know i was going to say none of his kids would be involved in this but i actually think malleus definitely would#he would not see it as a moral quandry though. he would just be excited to be invited along.#(the only reason he isn't there is because he was busy admiring a termite-infested beam somewhere and yuu didn't get a chance to ask him)#i mean MAYBE if lilia as his single authority figure told him no then he would have some reservations#but lilia's the one who's screaming HELL YEAH LET'S SNEAK OUT AND DEFY AUTHORITY while dabbing so moot point there#sebek would never and he would rat on everyone else. unless malleus is going in which case he's already there.#and i guess if everyone else is going silver probably would too#but he'd. y'know. feel conflicted about it.
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"Just a bunch more biblical paintings then I'll go back to drawing yaoi" Or you can do both, renaissance style, Michelangelo or Raphael I honestly forgot who drew those naked men on the Sistine Chapel's ceilings ok bad joke aside: I'd love hearing more about your headcannons, specifically about the childhoods of the characters (ranging from the mercs, to Miss pauling, the Administrator, hell anyone you have ideas about!)
Childhood headcanons... How did you know I've had something about that on my mind? Alright, let's talk about...
Little Sniper
(Lots of trigger warnings ahead, check tags!)
Mundy was obviously an unhappy child. When I imagine the surroundings he grew up in, I see miles and miles of empty landscapes, dry yellow grass, unkept barns destroyed by rust and a deep choking sense of loneliness.
The closest neighbour woul be so far away you better bring a bicycle with you if you want to visit. School and Church were the only places to go, which were also very far away. No kids his age nearby. And even if there were peers at school, no one wanted him anyway.
Mundy was "weird", he didn't quite understand other kids' jokes, didn't get what was so fun about what everyone else enjoying to do; he was weaker, always loosing in close fights; he didn't even look very local for whatever reason. Even if he tried to get along with someone, it either ended up with him being ostracized or with him experiencing the greatest boredom imaginable. And the kids quickly picked up on his "difference", making him an object of bullying.
It started with making fun of everything Mundy does, his habits and speech patterns, his morals and ideas... Which wasn't anything too big for him but it was still very annoying and upsetting, he grew to hate school very quickly.
Coming home being exhausted from this kind of socializing, no one would really comfort him. Being very little, he used to tell on his bullies to his parents, telling how hurt he was by their words... And it would only made a mess in his family.
Overreactive mother: "Poor baby, I'm so sorry, I'll tell their parents to stop being mean, my little little baby, maybe we can go homeschooling..."
And a strict father: "Are you a man or what? Yeah, he will end up a bloody baby if you keep spoiling him like that! Suck it up! Of you can't stand for yourself, no one will. At this pace you'll end up a nobody, with no home nor respect from the world".
Mundy didn't want to be neither a baby nor a disappointment. He figured that sharing his feelings with parents wouldn't be that good of an idea, they won't understand anyway. And also that he must fight somehow.
If he can't win in close fights, he thought, he could hit them from a distance: throwing small rocks at the bullies from up the tree...
鈥揌e was punished for that. For some reason, every time Mundy fought back, he was scolded by the elders, who for some reason always believed the bullies that HE was the one starting the fights. They forbid him to fight back. He closed his feelings shut and stopped paying attention to almost everything around him.
Why was it like that? Why was he so different from other kids, why couldn't he understand them? Why couldn't he understand anyone in this world? The world was a mess of unspoken rules and suffering, overcoming oneself, pain; he couldn't fit in. He was always on the wrong even if he didn't do anything. He felt like an outsider everywhere he went.
Sometimes he wondered if he was born into a wrong family or that he wasn't a human at all. Looking at the night sky, he was thinking about aliens, maybe they would come to him someday and take him to the planet he truly belongs, being accidentally swapped at birth. Maybe then he will be happy, he will leave this sickening place and finally start living. He thought about dying, too.
He started to spend a lot of time in the forest any chance he got. He was alone here, unwatched, somewhat free. It was easier to breathe here. He was alone but it didn't feel worse than being with those people. He played by himself. He started to believe that he actually liked loneliness.
As Mundy and his peers grew older, the kids started to become more and more savage, thanks to the hormones and age crisis. Bullying intensified as those kids started to feel the need to assert themselves. Mundy was maliciously beaten (he fought back as much as he could and even win sometimes, but the beating only got worse each time). They used any chance to humiliate him.
And each time after that Mundy would take the knife or his father's shotgun and go to the forest to take his anger on animals, "hunting", since he couldn't do anything to fix the root of the problem.
He would hunt for something small, like birds or feral rabbits so he could butcher them and cook on fire to eat. At moments like this he felt like a beast, and somehow it was the most pleasant state for him to be in.
There were no words available to form his pain into, so the pain came through violence. The more violent his abusers became, the more violent he was at his "hunting". The more he felt his father's gaze piercing him with disappointment, the sharper his knife movements would get. Sometimes he would let the bodies to just rot like that, completely butchered in a very non-culinary way.
(Maybe someday he would lure one of those bastards to the forest and kill him the same way and blame it on an animal attack)
And at some point... His classmates would came up with something that would cross all the lines of forgivable. Somewhere there was the peak of what they could do. Something beyond.
There wasn't a known way to him to deal with that. No known words. Everyone would be so grossed out of him if they knew. He was beyond disgusted with himself, too. What was the point of living now?
That day he would shot a wild boar, take his machete out and cut it open, butcher it the way his father would when they wanted a pork dinner for the night... And reached to its heart.
The heart is where the love is stored, right? That's what people say when referring to this "love" he'd never seem to know. A dark read bloody organ that feels like sponge inside of thin rubber. There's something about this that Mundy lacks. He has a heart too, it's pulsating inside him, but for some reason it was unable to produce the "love", a very necessary fluid for a human body. He wondered if it's sweet. He wondered if he was even able to taste it.
He took a bite... And realized what he was doing.
He was, indeed, a monster.
When he went back home, later than usual, he would be met with his father's gaze. He was always throwing gazes, for every occasion, Mundy was used to feel small and guilty under them. But this time... It felt somehow much more personal. More disturbing.
His father looked at him as if he was a dirty little creature, a rat, a maggot. He looked at him the way one would look at a criminal who wronged their whole family. He looked at him like he knew.
His father didn't say anything that day and it wasn't brought up ever again.
Mundy was indeed a monster who was utterly terrified of this though. He didn't want to be one. He made a promise to himself that everything he does will be morally justified, he promised himself to become a good... decent person. He would earn his place in the world, even if his father, everyone else denies it.
It gets blurry at this point. Sniper doesn't really remember his life before about 17, when he was finishing school and starting to work on his sniper licence. For some reason he always knew he would be good at shooting and killing. When remembering his home, Sniper would recall the smell of grass, mother's cooking, the warm sun, and a steady life he had. He knew it was boring, but it still somehow felt like home. Home he felt was lost somewhere he didn't remember.
Either way, he was always a loner.
#somewhat horror#tw animal death#animal death#tw animal injury#animal cruelty#tw abuse#emotional abuse#child abuse#implied sa#bullying#tf2#team fortress 2#tf2 sniper#sniper tf2#team fortress#artists on tumblr#tf2 headcanons#headcanon#so sorry guys but I really do take this shit seriously#it's also funny how there isn't much in the canon that would contradict those ideas#i'm so sorry#it was suddenly born in my head and wouldn't leave me#not a vent fortunately#little sniper#tf2 childhood headcanons
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I don't want to complain, but these kind of asks really get on my nerves. Sorry it takes a long time for me to make a comic. I will announce it if I decide to be finished with GiSA.
#sorry for being an overdramatic bird#sometimes it's just the last straw#but I'm really fortunate#I get so much positive response to my art#my ramblings
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Tarot Medicos Entertainment ( 2024 )
#these are based on the previous tarot merch medicos released in 2017 btw!#haven't seen anyone talk about these on here & medicos posted some glossy jpegs of this set on twitter sooooo#i'm not really into tarot ( besides thinking the meanings & iconography are neat ) but god i'm obsessed with these illustrations#kara looks so good here....#jyushi being the lovers is the cutest thing ever i love it more than anything#oso is really cute too he's so silly i can't wait to see him fall off that cliff wile e coyote style 馃槉#also if i had to assign a major arcana to kuroba. it'd be wheel of fortune since it's connected to luck. the tower would fit them too#osmt#osomatsu-san#matsuno bros#osomatsu#osomatsu matsuno#karamatsu#karamatsu matsuno#choromatsu#choromatsu matsuno#ichimatsu#ichimatsu matsuno#jyushimatsu#jyushimatsu matsuno#todomatsu#todomatsu matsuno#official#tarot
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Black Butler Amino, Black Arts Magazine - Holiday Party
it doesn't quite look like a holiday party from here, but what I imagined as a humble little piece is~~ Ciel and Lizzy sneak away from the big bustling midford Christmas party and raid the kitchen desserts, like they did when they were kids(it was Lizzy's idea, Ciel clearly hasn't been himself since he returned, and she wanted to bring him back).
#okay it's been a really long while so hi! I hope everyone has had a cool holiday season so far and will soon have a very great years end!!#and merry christmas to those who celebrate#I've been busy with work and art and unfortunately but obviously fortunately meeting and talking with a lot of people. it's very new to me#and I'm very happy with it. even if I haven鈥檛 had any chance to open my digital art folders#but yea that's to say that I'm good. i know no one's worried lol but school's been good and not a killer#I'm back in merica but when i go back i hope that ill be able to get back into the swing of drawing and stuff#I've had plenty of time to get settled and would hate to leave all of my big projects for this summer#I'll see!#kuroshitsuji#black butler#kuroshitsuji fanart#fanart#ciel phantomhive#digital art#elizabeth midford#lizzy midford
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I鈥檓 literally drooling over the thought of sensitive Bucky whimpering and whining while fucking your tits and thighs he鈥檚 so pathetic and needy all he wants is to make you feel good and to fill you with his cum even if it overstimulates him
Okay, tit fucking is great and all but thigh fucking is SO underrated in my humble opinion. Could just be the fact I've got a small chest though lmao
It's so fun when you're already really into it and the insides of your thighs are all slick. I feel like Bucky would lose it, getting to see your face and look in your eyes and enjoy your body.
It's a nice one to do while laid on your side, facing each other. Although the angle isn't quite right for him to slip inside you, it's fun to explore the other ways your bodies can steal pleasure from one another.
"This isn't going to work, sweetheart." You can't help but laugh, having already tried everything you can think of to make the height difference work. There's no way to keep this romantic and intimate in that position because there's just no chance of aligning your bodies properly to allow him to press inside you.
"Maybe not. But it feels nice anyway." His eyes flutter shut, gliding his dick over the smooth, soft, warm insides of your thighs, encouraged by how slick and easy your arousal makes the movement.
You adjust yourself to bring your other thigh on top of his length, closing him in on both sides.
You're wet enough that friction doesn't impede his movement too much and there's something oddly romantic about it. Maybe it's his hand smoothing the back of your head or his other hand up your back, pulling your body closer to his.
It's so intimate, watching his face as he whines your name, rutting senselessly against your thighs. The little flush to his cheeks is beautiful and you can't resist kissing the thin sheen of sweat on his forehead. The thick duvet on top of you both, coupled with your combined body heat means the room is far hotter than you'd planned.
You take a second to reach between your bodies, spreading your wet folds and readjusting his length, letting him drag his cock against your neglected clit with each stroke and oh, that's pretty mind-blowing.
"O-oh my God." He whines, desperately fucking himself against your wet cunt, rather than into it. It's a different kind of pleasure to being inside you and while they're not comparable sensations, it doesn't stop this from feeling fantastic.
"Fuck, that's good." You groan, rolling your hips to meet his. Your fingers dip between you once more, gathering some of your slick arousal, using it to glide your fingertips over the underside of his shaft and over his balls.
"Holy shit, that's - fuck." Bucky's hardly got a coherent thought left in his head. He's closed in on both sides by your wet, soft thighs and now your fingers are giving him a different sensation underneath while pressing him against your soaked sex.
"I know, baby. Feels good, doesn't it?" Your fingertips trail lightly back and forth over the underside of his shaft, focusing on the inch or so beneath the tip.
"I can't... I need to cum." He groans, thrusting frantically, clinging to your body to keep you close. Within a few seconds, you feel his dick pulse under your fingertips, his cum coating the inside of your thighs in hot, thick, messy spurts.
He doesn't waste a second, kissing your forehead before kissing your neck and whispering "Good girl. Now let me watch you get yourself off with my cum on your fingertips."
#asks answered <3#becca writes spice#anon#needy!bucky#Bucky Barnes x reader smut#bucky barnes smut#sub!bucky#was this one something I've been fortunate enough to try? Absolutely.#and has it bounced around in my head ever since?? yep#I've got so many 馃挦sports asks#and I've been really hesitant to answer them bc I have people I know irl on here now#but honestly if my interests so far haven't freaked you out#those probably won't either#I made the best overnight oats last night I've been thinking about them all day#white chocolate chunks with raspberries and peanut butter#with oat milk#and I'm using that to distract me from the fact I'm locked out of my work emails and I can't do my Sunday evening email clear up#it's freaking me out that I can't get into them#that'll mean I have so much to do tomorrow morning#I'll probably lose my hour home on the train tomorrow trying to catch up#I love my hour to work and my hour home from work on the train#that's my me time#where I read my silly little book and chill
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early this morning i told my partner i was going to announce an indefinite hiatus and abandon my writing altogether while i deal with the grief of what's happening.
i decided to check tiktok (instinct when i'm waiting for my bagel to heat up) -- the first video was someone saying 'running to spend the week reading fanfic and nothing else'. comments upon comments were asking for fluffy, immersive fics of any kind just to keep people going. to feel something. to have some kind of hope.
my mom and i had a lengthy conversation at 6am about everything, and something she said curbed my crying instantly: "do not let those motherfuckers take your light."
so i won't.
i have really incredible people who interact with my stories, this is my joy and safe space, and as hard as things are right now, as hopeless as i may feel, i can create art and help put some good out there in a time where that light feels dimmed. i will still be kind to myself -- i'm still processing, and i'm sure i won't feel right for a very long time -- but quitting writing and disappearing would only bring joy to the people who want to police art, fiction, humanity.
so i will be working on the drabble challenge through november. i will still post a poll about amymas sometime later this week. i will still open my docs for silver underground, dating mode, seven days, etc. i may need more time. i may be slow. i may start an entirely new wip to cope. but i'll still create.
#amy babbles#tw politics#tw election#i had my hiatus post drafted to be like 'yeah i'm logging out and idk when ill ever be back' bc i am just so very fucking sad right now#but if i can make others who are way less fortunate than myself have something to escape to#especially in the next few months#then that's my power and they can't take that
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harvey watching me come home from the desert lugging around a huge statue and absolutely no money .
i just added shane bc ik yall like him
#stardew valley#sdv#stardew#sdv harvey#stardew meme#sdv meme#stardew statue of endless fortune#this cost 1mil g#i'm so poor now#shane sdv#sdv shane#harvey sdv#harvey meme#stardew farmer meme#stardew farmer#pip rambles
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Vacanze Romane playing in the background
Ankh: "I'm gonna get your ring back"
Cullen: "You better. That thing costed me a fortune"
#sketches#dragon age#inquisitor lavellan#ankh#cullen rutherford#cullavellan#primula#ndo sta l'art tag#she does have her wedding band on her necklace but the engagement ring is still attached to her left arm lol#solas give the fucking ring back it definitely didn't cost a fortune but it has sentimental value#I'm hinting at the location they are at before the following events << and I will make a post in the future but for now#have a few more wrinkles and idiots being still madly in love after years#(I don't think I'll ever finish this. I did it last Saturday to escape from stuff and it gave me The Happies so I'm sharing said Happies)#(added the blugreenish bg in 5 minutes earlier during a break and I'm happy I did lol)
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Forever lacking in nice project photos but look!!!
This 1000lb TV was abandoned at the dumpster and given a questionable makeover that now fits creatures inside.
IMPORTANT NOTE: Older TVs with CRT monitors can hold charges well after they are unplugged + the vacuum in the tube can cause an implosion (explosion of glass) if mishandled.
#it's a little small for pig but the new roomates are all smaller than her so we're good#I did not realize gutting an old tv had so many dangers but fortunately I researched it before tackling it#it isn't as nice as I was hoping but I'm short on time and can redo it later#turnpike#maybe one day I'll have a tag for projects
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I am now thinking about Essek as, essentially, Anna Ripley for the Ruby Vanguard, and it's genuinely horrific to imagine but it's not a real timeline so it's hilarious. It is so funny in concept. He's a glorified postdoc with no mandatory ethics trainings, no future, and nothing to lose. Also he just got handed the power of a thousand suns with absolutely no oversight and a mandate to "do your worst".
This has such extreme "horse loose in a hospital" energy. No one knows what Essek will do next, least of all Essek! He's never been in control of the power of a thousand suns before! He's as confused as you are!
#it would be DISASTROUS#I'm laughing so hard at this concept#the planet would be gone#essek is so funny because he is both SO intensely at the mercy of the narrative and the world#and also he could genuinely destroy exandria if he was left entirely to his own devices and bored#this is also true of fjord for the record but fjord is even LESS at the mercy of the narrative and world#he makes the narrative his bitch#but fortunately he is far too principled and sensible to actually get that far so exandria is safe from that fate. for now.#anyway I have such a terrible headache and the fact that this keeps making me laugh is nOT helping but it's fine#however I am going to go take some meds and lay facedown in the dark.#essek thelyss#critical role
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you went from a stranger, to someone i can't stop thinking about
#bg3#baldur's gate 3#rolan#my oc: velvet deathbloom#otp: a fortunate stroke of serendipity#rolan x my oc: velvet#rolan x tav#my bg3 edits#leopardmuffinxo.edit#making up my own scenes since larian won't let me kiss him#userarklay#usermorvaris#userwolfkissed#userrivensbane#userlumad#userterendelev#userdekarios#miyku#baldurians#katsigian#useremahriel#josephseedsrosary#rolan: i got this. i'm gonna be so smooth...#in my spongebob voice: *five min later*#rolan: i don't got this... nope nope nope
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payneland neighbors AU
(a.k.a. one of my million WIPs that may actually be seeing the light of day)
edwin is an Alive Boy, who has had a near-death experience being bullied while he was at school, so he can now see ghosts.
charles is a Dead Boy, who is starting a detective agency out of his new flat, which happens to be next door to edwin's.
edwin does not realize charles is a ghost at first.
they are mutually down bad and trying hard (and failing) to be normal about it.
pining and shenanigans ensue.
should be able to get this posted to Ao3 sometime later today as chapter 1/? of who knows how many because apparently payneland has made me that person with multiple multichapter WIPs, lmao ~*~*~
Edwin does not think about his new neighbor across the hall.
(Said new neighbor's name, it will turn out, is Charles.
And Edwin most certainly does not fixate on the compelling glint of Charles' single earring in the sun, or the curve of his smile so easily offered.)
The story of it is this: Edwin had held the door to their building for him one fine spring day. Simple politeness, and moreover basic human decency, both dictated this was the proper thing to do for someone carrying such an absurd quantity of unwieldy parcels.
He had not expected the stranger to look so taken aback.
(He had an honest-to-goodness crystal ball propped precariously atop a stack of antique-looking books; and those teetered on top of several cardboard boxes near buckling under the weight of whatever they held within. A cricket bat protruded from the pin-encrusted rucksack slung over his shoulder. People did insist on having such incongruous pastimes, Edwin thought; and, apparently, atrocious packing habits to go along with them.
But the titles of the volumes Edwin managed to glimpse were as intriguing as the crystal ball was misguided鈥攁nd he'd found himself rather helplessly curious.
"Cheers, mate!" the person he will soon know to be Charles had said, sounding obscenely grateful as he manouevred his way inside, and had flashed Edwin a grin so radiant and wide it hurt Edwin's cheeks in sympathy just to look at it.
Still, Edwin tried to think no more on him; nor on how surprised he'd appeared to be at Edwin's tiny show of kindness鈥攁t Edwin's perceiving him at all, even. Tried being the operative word.)
He'd been aware Jenny was letting the rooms across the hall, because she asked him several weeks ago if he might know any potential tenants. Edwin had informed her he did not. His last neighbor had listened to ungraciously-loud electropop at all hours of the night and harbored a seemingly endless stream of stray cats despite Jenny's very clear policy against animals.
Edwin would far prefer the space to stay blessedly vacant and blissfully quiet for as long a stretch as possible. He deserved some sort of a reprieve, he'd thought.
it seems he is not about to get one.
Edwin is reading when he hears a muffled string of colorful swearing, the lugging of things, the scraping of furniture across hardwood floors. While he may be able to studiously avoid thinking about the beautiful boy he'd met downstairs, Edwin cannot escape the inevitable and inconvenient fact that they will now be living in proximity. The telltale commotion that can only be made by someone moving in comes right to his proverbial stoop.
Who else could it be but him?
Edwin sighs. The only thing for it, he supposes, is to go over and introduce himself.
#dbda#dead boy detective agency#dead boy detectives#payneland#starting a whole AU simply on the basis of a hannaloony fanart + 'strange overtones' by david byrne is so on brand for me isn't it#i'm sorry but i'm so amused at the thought of thomas blasting 'choose your fighter' at an unholy volume and edwin just SO VEXED next door#one time he knocked on the door to ask for the volume to be turned down to bearable and thomas answered it with his shirt unbuttoned#pointing his bluetooth speaker remote over his shoulder to pause ava max/grimes/christine and the queens/troye sivan or whatever#all 'is there a problem sweetheart?' while the cat of the week runs out the open door to rub up against edwin's legs#he's SO HAPPY when jenny finally finds a reason to evict him#anyway he's so worried charles is going to be in a similar vein but charles is Different in an Equally Torturous Way#also edwin has very strong opinions on very many things#including how pretty charles is and that fortune-telling is tosh
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