Just A Heads Up If Anyone Is Confused. I Changed A Few Things On My Blog To Make It More Multi-fandom.

Just a heads up if anyone is confused. I changed a few things on my blog to make it more multi-fandom. I still love Star Trek, but I also want to show my love for other stuff, too. Thank you all!

Dead Boy Detectives + Bears in Trees

I don’t dress for women. I don’t dress for men. Lately I’ve been dressing for one specific fictional character

Can God create an arcade game so difficult that She could not beat it?

Mr Gaiman if all the Good Omens (TV) characters were at an arcade and all tried that machine where you put a coin in, a punching bag drops down, and you punch it as hard as you can, who would get the highest score?

God.

I have some questions about School Spirits

1. If Wally tries to jump the fence, does his outfit reset?

2. If ghosts can’t bleed, how can they swell?

3. Why can’t Rhonda Charley and Wally escape through the murder tunnel in the fallout shelter?

4. Who are those weird extras in the support group?

5. Why did nobody find it even a little suspicious that Maddie showed up at the exact same time that Janet “crossed over”?

I want to look at this from the other side, too.

If you’re Charles, you just had the worst day of your life. You’re freezing cold and in pain, hiding in an abandoned attic. And then this stranger comes out of nowhere and gives you a lantern. He sits with you and lightens the mood with jokes.

He tells you he just came from hell, but how can you believe that? He’s showing you kindness you’ve never even dreamt of. You commiserate about bullies and the unfairness of life and somehow you begin to feel a little warmer.

He reads to you as you die, soothing you to sleep. He tells you he always knew you were going to die, but he didn’t tell you because he didn’t want you to be scared. You can’t imagine how scared he was when he died. You probably should have been scared, too, but you never were. He’s the reason you didn’t die cold and alone.

And then he tells you it’s time to go. You’re not ready to leave Earth. But more than that, you don’t want to leave your new friend. Besides, you’ve never been one for following the rules. You insist on going with him, risks be damned.

Your death doesn’t matter. The school rules it a prank gone wrong and nobody faces any consequences for what they did. Edwin assures you that it does matter, that you matter. You both do.

Even if what you’re feeling isn’t necessarily romantic love, you fall hard. You had to. You never stood a chance

Maybe it’s because I’m a touch feverish today but I’m getting emotional again—

You’re Edwin Payne. You’re in an attic with a boy who just caught his death protecting another boy that he barely even knew. You know this, because the fact that he can see you means it is too late.

You wonder, if you’d had a friend like him in life, someone who had just simply stood between you and the other boys from the summoning if the whole incident wouldn’t have happened at all, if you wouldn’t have had to run through hell for almost seventy fucking years—

You can’t help but fall in love with him a little.

So you try and make him comfortable. You find out his name is Charles, and oh god hypothermia is a brutal way to die because it isn’t as quick as you expected, but it gives you time to talk. Charles is charming and witty and everything you weren’t in life.

You fall in love with him a little more. You’ll miss him, but you’re glad he was the first thing you saw when you got out.

He laughs at your attempts at humor. No one else ever did that. You feel special, and you aren’t sure why. You wish you could keep him forever, but that would be cruel. He is good, and surely he will move on some place better than this.

He dies while you are reading to him, and it’s the gentlest thing you can think to do while he’s curled up losing consciousness like that. He seems to appreciate it.

He seems shocked that it didn’t hurt, dying. Death is not supposed to, for someone as wonderful as him, for someone who sacrifices their life for boys they barely know and boys who died at this wretched place.

You’re Edwin Payne. You tell Charles to go with Death (and there’s a part of you that will miss him, terribly, but you know that you’ve never been good with other people) but he… refuses.

He wants to stay with you and he’s not accepting any other answers, no matter how you try and dissuade him. He spends the next thirty years some protecting you from whatever the afterlife or other dimensions can throw at you.

You’re Edwin Payne. How could you not fall in love with Charles Rowland?