reblog this and tag with a food you no longer have access to (closed restaurant, state you moved away from, ex’s mom’s cooking, etc) that will haunt you until your dying day, mine are the spicy chicken sandwich on the employee menu at the fine dining restaurant I was a prep cook at, and the onion bagel from the kosher place down the street from my house when I lived in the city
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If they knew sweet little you
They'd end up loving you too
da bebis and da mamas :'))))
song: Baby Mine by Betty Noyes
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i was debating whether to give yonal his original brown hair to match with his momma but i also wanted to show how early his metamorphmagus abilities came about fjdhfhah
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Just so you know I’m aggressively waiting for my baby IMG motley boa (Burnt Toast) to finally shed so I can show the ‘increasing melanin gene’ in action because it’s such a cool concept that fits with this blog, and not simply because I need a valid excuse to post him and force you to see him with your eyes because I love him and you should too. He hasn’t even gone blue yet, so it might take a while unfortunately.
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What they won’t tell you about Benoit Blanc is that he was actually a theatre major. It was Phillip who was the one with the master’s degree in criminology.
While Benoit was reciting lines as Hamelt in an accent Philllip was so sure was fake, he was writing his thesis on the correlation between sociopathy and serial killers. It was pure chance they ended up stuck together as roommates. Even less so after they graduated and still continued to live together.
Phillip didn’t end up becoming a forensic scientist as planned— turns out you need a strong stomach when handling murder sites, so he settled for a public defender instead. Best in the field if he would say so himself. And while he never really shook off the eccentric yet oddly popular Benoit Blanc from his side, before he knew it, he was his closest friend.
Perhaps it was the long hours spent together in the common room as they silently focused on what was possibly their hundredth game of chess, the bonding over their love of Agatha Christie and whodunit movies, the bickering over who used up all the hot water; but at some point, they grew fond of each other’s company.
Neither was sure at what point they “defined the relationship.” Phillip is under the impression that it was when Blanc took him out to eat for the first time on Valentine’s day, while Blanc believes it was earlier, when Phillip got into a motorcycle accident and the hospital called him as his emergency contact. The point is, both are unable to recall a time when they weren’t together.
Perhaps Blanc owed his pursuit as a private investigator to Phillip. After all, it was his constant nitpicking at every mystery novel he read that allowed him to discover that crime-solving scratched that particular itch for adventure. And it was Blanc who helped Phillip realize he preferred helping out the underdog rather than focus on the who committed what. In the end, they wouldn’t have found where they are today if it weren’t for each other.
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