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"voiced by johnny yong bosch. izaya orihara himself is my dirty laundry. how fitting. how. accurate."

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KILLING AND BITING AND FUCKING CHEWING AND GNAWING AND TEARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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[staggering to my feet and wiping a single perfect drip of blood from my mouth] i have to get back on my bullshit. no matter the cost

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i think my favorite type of relationship trope is "stopped believing in love a long time ago" and "genuinely doesn't think they're worthy of love" falling for each other in the MOST romantic way possible

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oh to share that everyday domesticity with your f/o

to go shopping together, making a list of what you need, one of you agrees to push thw cart while the other grabs things, maybe you or your f/o is the one to throw something not on the list into the cart, and the other finds it when you're checking out, laughing slightly as you scan it in.

doing the laundry with your f/o, dumping the pile of warm clothes on the bed, maybe there's a show playing in the background, or music, or maybe you're both sitting there chatting as you each fold the clothes.

cooking dinner together. Maybe you both can cook, or only one of you can, or neither, but whatever is the case you're laughing together as you cook, taste testing, sneaking bites as it cooks, getting distracted in each other for a moment, before you realize the timers been going off for a bit.

taking a shower with your f/o, fighting for the warmth of the water, taking turns washing each other's hair, those random shower thoughts you get, you can now bounce off your f/o, getting out and doing skin care together, or just sitting in bed wrapped up in towels as you talk about your night.

such little everyday things that can be seen as so mundane, or boring even, made so much better just because you get to do them together.

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my boyfriend is making me watch supernatural with him, so if i end up with A New Guy, we all know who to blame

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Odysseus Elytis, tr. by Athan Anagnostopoulos, from “Maria Nephele: A Poem In Two,”

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my, my, those eyes like fire, i'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre. come now, bite through these wires, i'm a waking hell, and the gods grow tired. reset my patient violence along both lines of a pathway higher. grow back your sharpest teeth, you know my desire. nobody told me i'd get tired of myself when it all looks like heaven, but it feels like hell. when the river runs dry and the curtain is called, how will i know if i can't see the bottom? come up for air and choke on it all, no one else knows that i've got a problem. what if i can't get up and stand tall? what if the diamond days are all gone, and who will i be when the empire falls? wake up alone, and i'll be forgotten. you won't ever have to talk about it, you'll never wanna talk about it. i was more than just a body in your passenger seat, and you were more than just somebody i was destined to meet. between the secondhand smoke and the glass on the street, you gave me nothing whatsoever but a reason to leave. you say you want me, but you know i'm not what you need, but i am. when you sit there, acting like you know me, acting like you only brought me here to get below me. never mind the death threats, parting at the door, we'd rather be six feet under than be lonely. thought i was waitin' for you, when all along it was you with the countdown kill switch and it was me with the blindfold on. and i was tryin' my best, and that's the thing i tell the mirror. i was in love with the thought that we were in love with each other. do you wanna hurt me? 'cause nobody hurts me better. came in like a dream, put it down like a smoke. we used to be a team, now we let each other go. your cigarette ash still clingin' to my clothes. i don't wanna stick around, i just want you to know. no one's gonna save me from my memories. nothing to lose, but i would have given anythin' to get closer to you and all your enemies. i've got a few of my own, and this throne didn't come with a gun, so i got a different energy. i still see you when the lights get low. i still hear you when i'm on my own. the parasites and the nightmares calling my name, like, "please just let me go."

every sleep token song i listen to makes me think of murdoc. i hate it here.

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every sleep token song i listen to makes me think of murdoc. i hate it here.

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blogging about him isn’t enough i need to put a picture of him in a heart-shaped locket

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thought about the character too hard

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mutual pining simply never misses. the yearning. the stupidity. the desperation while also thinking themselves alone with it. the rattling relief at the revelation. the way it works in so many scenarios— friends to lovers? a banger every time. casual hook-ups/friends with benefits while they both want more? show-stopping, spectacular, incredible. enemies who are so deep in denial it just makes them madder at each other? utterly unmatched every single time. slow burn, fast burn, burning while already fucking. mutual pining really just is that girl like truly who does it like her

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Joy Sullivan, from “Soup”, Instructions for Traveling West

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INSANE strength stats for a thief HELLO