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My silly brain just generated a silly idea...

“A chemical reaction, hysterical and useless.”

Long-Distance Relationship

So Um the saddest idea in the world popped into my head and I felt like burdening you all with it so here you go

For some reason I headcanon that Queenie can hear and recognize Kinger’s voice through the Circus’s floor/cellar’s ceiling, and follows him around all day listening to him. Maybe not fully comprehending what’s going on or even who he is, but just having a feeling that she knows him and feels comfort in hearing his voice.

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Also as I was drawing this I thought that “I hear her through the floor sometimes” totally sounds like something Kinger would blurt out in the middle of a normal conversation and confuse the fuck out of everyone else like

it aint a wednesday without a wilson amirite or amirite

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