Last Seen In A St Hil’s Trophy Case

NO ive run out of episodes i hate when that happens

oh shit guys didnt realize finale was tomorrow i will be there. midnight drop ? or actual tomorrow ?

hi new started show two days ago did catch up too fast did think the season was already over and was so confused when it started playing a random ass show

Charles Rowland would idolise Troy Bolton, I'm sorry but I'm right

thing came up in my mind so i have to write it.

charles snapped back to reality when he saw crystal’s manicured fingers waving in front of his face. “charles? what are you…” she began, turning around to follow his line of sight which extended just past her ear.

“ah,” she said, quirking an eyebrow when her eyes fell on edwin, nose deep in notes for the case he was working on, his eyes flitting back and forth on the parchment with fervor.

“hm,” charles mumbled noncommittally, now leaning on his palm while he stared intently at the fluidity of the fingers that traced the lettering on the page.

“alright, spit it out,” crystal say, an amused roll of her eyes following the words.

“it’s just- it’s so fun to watch him when he gets like this. all caught up in his work. he’s so smart and good at everything. so… mm.”

“charles?”

“hm?” he asked, still not tearing his eyes away.

“have you ever heard of a competency kink?” she asked, trying to suppress a laugh.

“wh- a kink??? why are we talking about that???” he asked, his eyes finally ripped away from the other man, but not for long as he caught edwin rolling his sleeves up and brushing his hair out of his eyes.

crystal snapped in front of his face.

“pay attention, charles. a competency kink. it’s when you’re really attracted to when someone’s good at something.”

“yeah, sounds interesting,” he muttered, eyes fixed on where the end of edwin’s ballpoint pen was pinned between his teeth as he clearly analyzed something. he made a weak noise when he saw it.

“charles, for fuck’s sake, i think you have one,” she says, the laugh finally erupting at the absurdity of his steely focus.

“what? no. isn’t that like… normal? it’s nice when someone’s good at something,” charles defended, a bit flushed.

“yeah, well, no one looks at someone like that unless they want to bone them while they talk about quantum physics or some shit,” she said plainly, the amused grin still prevalent.

charles made a noise like he had just been punched in the chest at the idea.

“and now you’re thinking about it, aren’t you? god dude, just go get your man. we’re never gonna finish this conversation until you can say what you need to.”

“he’s not my man-“ charles tried weakly.

“don’t care, go,” she said, pushing him forward.

“EDWIN!! what are you working on mate?” he called, grinning as he looked over his shoulder and discretely took his bottom lip into his mouth.

“god, i’m so good at this.”

me when I find a new ghost TV show to obsess over

Day 7 Prompt Free Day

I was supposed to read for my literature class but draw this instead.

It's been a while since I was that proud of anything I created so I thought I would post it here.

This is the reference I used (David Bowie, My beloved).

Our parents were rights... phones are the problem.

migraines suck.

wdym your head hurts much you feel like someone is drilling a hole in your eye.

I love being a couch potato.