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I'm so torn on where I am vis-à-vis Charles and Edwin getting together. On the one hand, thematically, it would be more significant if they didn't end up together because a large part of their dynamic is how co-dependent they are on each other, essentially being the other's only support system for decades. So much of the first season focuses on them discovering life outside of each other, both in terms of friendship and romance, helping the development of each of their characters and their personal journeys. Plus, I feel like media needs more platonic relationships between two guys where one happens to be mlm but who love each other all the same. And I've been loving watching Edwin unfold on a journey to overcoming his internalized homophobia with his attraction to both a crow and cat king lol. On the other hand, the plot just gives Charles and Edwin SO much potential as an excellent slow-burn friends-to-lovers romance where their feelings for each other are realized BECAUSE of the time spent apart with other people. Charles turned away the chance at a peaceful afterlife because he values his relationship with Edwin that much more. Plus, he literally compared the two of them to ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE as if he was intentionally trying to cause me a psychological breakdown. They weren't just all each other had; they were all each other needed.
i was about to joke about the dead boy detectives’ moments of goofy expository dialogue (“We have to hide from Death now or she’ll take us!” “I’m a fair and consensual cat king”) but I just got to the walrus monologue omg
charles: um u ok m8?
edwin: this is such a mess
shopkeep who just met them: A real mess is one day finding out that your life’s been taken away. I was once a mighty walrus, free in the ocean, a proud king of the deep blue-
how is it not one person is talking about the Ghost Post in dead boy detectives. imagine being such a mailman in your life that you continue doing it into the hereafter. no eternal rest while there’s mail to deliver. other ghosts don’t know why or how you do it. you are arcane to even the occult
all day in and out you just show up places and shout MAIL CALL and then say vaguely ominous things like “Mail gets delivered wherever you go” and before disappearing into the built in bookshelf. i want this job so bad
If I was a ghost and my best ghost friend who I've been in love with for 30 years rescued me from hell and held me by the shoulders and said he wasn't in love with me at this very second but that we had forever to figure out our feelings for each other I think I'd simply pass away again