I didn't believe it at first but after watching the show, Dead Boy Detectives was so obviously crafted to be catnip for the Tumblr girlies(gn), cause like. Homoerotic ghost detectives. Sassy psychics. Weird girls. Witches. A literal cat king. Sad twink that's actually a crow. Hot goth lesbian butchers. Slowburn ft. immortal beings. Gay confessions in hell. This show was crafted in a lab for us, and I LOVE IT. Go watch it if you haven't already.

About Dead Boy Detectives getting renewed or not. I know people may have cast judgement on this show already, or maybe watched the first ep and deemed it not for them for various reasons (the first ep is a bit clunky and full of exposition) but I promise you, hand on heart, that if you watch the series through to the end it will have you hooked.

If you are generally a fan of fantasy genre shows, loved Supernatural, Good Omens, The Sandman, and all those CW shows that were so popular back in the day, then I promise you I PROMISE YOU you will LOVE Dead Boy Detectives.

If you're still indecisive about it, not sure you want to commit to a show that may get cancelled again, or are generally put off by a show about teenagers (though NGL these are CW style teenagers aka twentysomethings lbr) then I beg you to give it a chance.

If you were a Lockwood & Co fan who is still bitter about its cancellation and views DBDA as a glorified replacement, I promise you are wrong. The premises for the two shows are actually very different. I've seen both and DBDA is definitely worth your time.

It keeps getting better and better every episode and by episode 7 you'll be so blown away you'll be desperate for another season, just like EVERYONE who has watched it through.

I havent yet come across a person who watched the whole show and came out thinking eh it was alright but nothing special. No. EVERYONE who watches it to the end raves about how wonderful it was.

PLEASE give it a chance. PLEASE watch it through. Its such a good series and it deserves renewal.

Please spread this post, please scream about DBDA as much as possible. Please encourage your friends to watch it.

This show is an absolute precious gemstone in an ocean of mediocre television. Please give it a chance

I just need to tell you guys that in the comics The Dead Boy Detectives did in fact had two kittens, or more precisesly, two halfs of the cat separately but together. Bing and Tim were the two sides of Philosopher, a lost soul of a philosopher trapped in a body of a cat. They usually disagreed, but agreed in the end, because they are opposite of one another.

Bing is black with a white tail. Tim is white with a black tail.

Also, yes Crystal is a cosplayer in that comics.

dead boy detectives textposts part 3

I am haunted by the detailed, completed map of Hell that Edwin took notes on. You don’t understand, it makes me sick. It’s one thing to have a basic layout, a vague idea, or a rudimentary map but it was meticulously detailed. Down to doors and what they do and where they go. Down to secret spaces in the walls. He even knew what ringing an innocuous bell would do. It can only mean one thing. We don’t know when Edwin began trying to escape, but assuming he started from the get go, it means that he spent all his decades in Hell trying to find a way out. He never stopped running. And that is assuming he never stopped. From his second trip, we could see he resorted to his old ways and ran. But he was eventually caught, reduced to pieces. Even when Charles showed up, he didn’t seem very optimistic about their chances. He could feel every second of those 70 years. There were likely many times he fell to hopelessness, trembling in the corner watching himself be desecrated knowing it was going to happen again and again. How long? How many times did he try to be so, so quiet, hoping he would have a few moments before the next round? How many times did he muster the ability to run, just one more time? How long did it take him to run, discovering the ends of each ring? How many times did he sprint up, down, north, south, east, west, trying to escape? And what happened when he finally escaped? How long did it take for him to be able to relax, even a little? Because he can never relax. He must always outrun Death and her constituents because he can’t count on them to be fair. How many times does he look over his shoulder, waiting for the monster to claim its eternal meal once again? His breath of fresh air, his first taste of companionship in ages not only keeps him company, but sticks by him. And then, in that blessing there comes a curse, because now you have something to lose. Because when you taste ambrosia how can you return to starvation? He feels safe with Charles. Happy and comfortable, but the threat always lingers. And he knows that Charles couldn’t fend off Death. He never considered he could fend off Hell beasts; after all, he’s just a ghost kid. He watches innocents be slaughtered on repeat, unphased by the level of violence but no less affected by it, because no one has even a clue what it takes to be this kind. Even at his most happy, he has so, so much to lose and he goes back to Hell when hope was dangled in his face like the fruit of Tantalus. When he returns, he’s subjected to Hell once again, sustaining through torture that obliterates souls, only to watch his best friend, his confidant, his platonic soulmate, die horrifically. This woman who gave him sea-glass courage, so powerful and yet so fragile. Allowed him to be himself, gave him permission to do so. Was the openness to his closed self, and now she is gone. And he retains his composure, his stiff, British posture because it is what has saved him from madness and Despair, protected him, and now the world is darker without Niko Sasaki in it. But surely he saw this coming. After all, humans are messy. And yet, he shows up for their souls, time and time again.

Edwin Payne is THE character.

They are so mystery gang coded, someone get these kids a dog

on my bullshit

Off on a case! ✨

dead boy detectives. fun show.

Good detectives do what they need to in order to solve a case. 💀🔎✨

Dead boys at the graveyard... what will they detect??

There is something so beautiful with Edwin rearranging Charles clothes. How these clothes where put was to Edwin’s fashion era ‘the right way’ but it wasn’t to Charles’. They never try to change the other’s way, instead they find beauty in it and try to understand each other. (Also since someone pointed out that the color change with Charles emotion it could show that Edwin wants to see Charles feelings no matter what they are 🥹)

God I’m so fucking chill and normal about that goddamn lantern.

Like imagine you somehow defy the odds and break out of literal hell with that light, and the first thing you do upon returning to earth is use it to give warmth to a dying boy. You can’t save him, but you can comfort him.

Then you run away from Death together, and you take that lantern with you. He teaches you about the modern world, and you teach him about being a ghost. You build an existence around one another.

The lantern falls to the wayside. Perhaps you notice, perhaps you don’t, but after some time you know where you are and where you want to be—you don’t need it to guide you anymore.

And then you’re back in hell, and you do need it again. If you had a moment to spare between the pain and the fear, you’d scold yourself for letting your guard down. For losing it. For being so stupid.

But then, by some miracle, it’s in front of you and he’s in front of you and you’re escaping by the light of that lantern all over again, only now you’re holding his hand as you run.

At first you can’t believe he held onto it for so long when even you forgot about it. But then, of course he did, didn’t he?

So you tell him you love him on the steps of hell by the light of that lantern, and he loves you back, and you don’t quite know how that love will look, but you’re not worried.

Because you start to think that maybe it isn’t so foolish to trust someone else to carry your lantern for a while.

Israel has deployed auto-firing quadcopters that emit the sounds of crying babies.

https://xtwitter.com/jam_etc_art/status/1780038184828608975

There is no possible reality where this is in any way capable of being passed off as self-defense. It was never self-defense. It is, and always has been, a genocide.

Crying babies. Crying babies. This is, beyond a shadow of a doubt, meant to draw out and kill civilians while also making it far more difficult to locate and aid children who are trapped or alone.

If you have money to spare, please consider donating to some of the fundraisers on Operation Olive Branch to help people escape this genocide.

End the occupation. Free Palestine.

I can’t stop thinking about that scene in the washerwoman episode where Edwin zones out looking at Charles’ face.

While I was watching the show, I was also like “damn he’s got a nice face” and ZONED OUT WITH EDWIN

We need s2 so Edwin can keep serving realness and being Literally Me If I Was The Ghost Of A Dead British Boy

I know this absolutely isn't like. Clever or anything, and it literally said aloud to the audience as the main theme of the show numerous times, but I love the way Karma circles characters in this show.

From things as major as Edwin bringing a light to Charles leading to the establishment of the premise, to Niko's casual affection giving way to gratitude from Mick, to how Crystal is able to manage her horrific actions in the past by focusing on the future she did, with the aid of those she helped.

From the small touches, like the Cat Kings affection being returned when he shares information with the girls, Jenny's willingness to risk her life to protect Crystal with The Truth, however much that may not seem like a gift, or how their victims are treated. The show isn't soft in it, it is founded around the premise of divine retribution awaiting you.

And Edwin, as one doomed to an undeserving hell, he escapes, and I'm not so certain that it was fully independent. Despair knew he didn't belong, the Endless don't really overlook, small slips and coincidences allow him to such away. And he commits to good, again and again, against enemies, against clients, against friends, and it's what saves him, it's shaken in the face as proof to why he doesn't deserve damnation.

The show isn't subtle in it, but it's kind. It says that no crime will go unpunished, but no good will be forgotten. It says that you always have a chance to rebuild, improve, repent. It says hell is your guilt and it says Break The Cycle.