More Appreciation For The Doom Patrol Version Of The Dead Boy Detectives Please, A Bunch Of People Are

walk with me now—

(this isn’t funny anymore i need season 2 SO BAD)

bro is beautiful, i stopped breathing for a good while

insane how people act like charles is ‘the jealous one’ like edwin didnt spend the whole first episode screaming crying throwing up every time charles looked at crystal and not him

some of yall never got sacrificed by a guy that was secretly in love with you and it shows

!!

Ooh, now that we’ve seen N!Edwin and DP!Edwin talk about Feelings could we see the same with N!Charles and DP!Charles?

As simple as that.

Edwins version

ko-fi

Cat King: You have friends and I envy that. Edwin: You're welcome to share my friends. Cat King: *looks at Charles, Crystal, and Niko* Cat King: I don't want those.

I love how Larry saw Edwin and Charles and immediately went "these bitches gay. good for them"

Role Reversal. Charles is from 1916. Edwin is from the 80s. Charles dresses formally, maybe a nice waistcoat. Edwin has a modest alternative look going. Charles, after 70 years in hell, smiles through anything to keep from looking broken. Edwin, who'd been living during the HIV/AIDS crisis, would never breathe of or process his sexuality. Maybe they still maintain their brain and brawn dynamic. People just get really confused when this kid gentleman is great at fisticuffs and pulls boxing gloves (or knuckle dusters!) from his bag. They get intimidated by the looks of this dark-clothed twink that chills everyone with a bitchy look and a little spellcasting.

Something about how they still find each other, and themselves, in every universe no matter the circumstances.

Women can write m/m. Men can write f/f. Asexuals can write filthy smut. Lesbians and gay men can write m/f. It's all arbitrary anyway. Who give a shit.

Convinced the Cat King was so in to Edwin because cats always gravitate to the person least likely to pet them. You have crippling allergies and might die if I touch you? You’re my favorite. You’re a repressed little Victorian Edwardian boy who flinches if I show you the slightest affection? Obsessed.

is being really pretty a requirement to play those gay ghost boys or