File Under Reviews That Shock The Hell Out Of Me.

I'll miss your lattes with steamed Austrian goat milk.

I love the way you make them.

Stop drinking Wine with the Swine and come drink Cider with a Spider ☝

i know we’re both just messing around pretending to be whole but look at me. if the train was coming would you move. if the ground was falling from under your feet would you even notice or would it just be another tuesday for you. if somebody stabbed you could it hurt worse than you already do. what i’m saying is that i love you but i think we both drive over the speed limit when it’s raining. what i’m saying is that i want to hold your hand and i understand about how you sometimes have to sit down in the shower. what i’m saying is that i’m here for you and if the train comes please move.

Ay, mariposas, no se aguanten más

Hay que crecer aparte y volver

Tuxedo 🐈

Oh my god

Please look at this very much superior post, which gave me the idea in the first place and reminded me that ice slating does very well exist:

Prompt: "This was supposed to be fun"

Charles and Edwin finished solving a case about a ghost who was drowned in a lake and afterward decided to go ice skating as a little celebration and date. Well an unexpected icy snowball strikes Charles and he falls, falls through the ice underneath his feet and falls into the frigid depths. But swimming as a ghost is something quite different from swimming with a corpse and all while you're practically reliving how your living self died in the same tragic setting? That's killer. Charles isn't simply panicking but his brain is completely turning off, primal instincts overriding any last shreds of control he had over his body. He's thrashing in the water like a shark with its fins cut off, utterly helpless.

Edwin is there though. He fishes Charles out of the lake, draping his outer jacket over his hysteric and violently convulsing partner and brings him back to the office. He lays Charles on the couch and moves the entire sofa beside the building's radiator (something originally intended for crystal). He politely pokes his head in Crystal's room-- quite literally-- requests as many blankets she's not using and piles them onto Charles.

When he wakes up/comes to his senses the next morning Edwin is there professionally sitting on the floor beside him and drinking hot cocoa while reading a book. Charles takes his cup and has a sip, shivering at the moist sensation of his clothing sticking to his skin.