Sick of my siblings' shit!

The name's Luigi fuckin' Largo, and ya better not forgeddit. ||Indie Luigi Largo of Repo! The Genetic Opera|| ||Mainly set post-Opera, but adaptable|| ||Tracking 'caffeinatedcholer'||

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Classic Spaghetti with Meatballs

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Caramel apple cupcakes

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A California teacher teaching the physics of surfing, 1970.

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☀️🌙✨ tarot questions ✨🌙☀️

the fool: do you have any nicknames? the magician: have you ever written a poem or song about somebody else? the high priestess: what is your dream date? the empress: do you think you will ever get married? the emperor: what are some names that you like? the hierophant: do you believe in ghosts? the lovers: do you have a crush? the chariot: thoughts on astrology? strength: what is your dream occupation?  the hermit: what is your favorite soda pop? wheel of fortune: first three songs that come on shuffle? justice: favorite color of rose? the hanged man: favorite movie soundtrack? death: what are three things you want to do before you die? temperance: can you describe a strange dream you’ve had? the devil: do you enjoy thunderstorms? the tower: favorite colors to wear? the star: have you ever seen a psychic? the moon: have you ever written a love letter? the sun: do you believe in magic? judgement: do you enjoy school? the world: do you like waking up early?

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Dumb & Dumber (1994)

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This is literally Luigi and anyone who thinks otherwise can FIGHT ME

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when it’s 2017 and you’ve left your ability to give a shit in the rearview mirror as you ascend to the astral plane

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shil0wallace:

Post opera life was… something. Her ‘genetic emancipation’ had been thrilling at first - until the reality of her situation set in and she realised that she was seventeen with no experience of the outside world whatsoever and no means of making a living. Daddy was dead and she was left with only the money kept in the safe in his office; and that didn’t seem to go as far as she would have liked. The house was a huge, empty shell of a thing. Even in her adolescence she was so much more of a child than she should have been and she detested it. Daddy was gone. The house was empty. Her zydrate-laced medication was running low and she was living on canned food.

 As much as Shilo wished that the ground would have opened her up and swallowed her, it just refused to do so and here she was, pathetically scavenging to get by. 

She stood, bird-boned knees knocking, in the store that was so unfamiliar to her it may as well have been China as she counted out pennies in the palm of her hand, trying to work out if she had enough to afford the canned soup lining the shelves, palms clammy as she stared at the currency.

How had it come to this?

You'd never have seen Luigi Largo hanging around any rough parts of town this time a few months ago. Ever. You definitely wouldn't expect to see him in a crummy store piling his basket with all sorts of cheap liquor, stopping only to reverently eye up a pack of beef jerky before throwing it in with the rest.

In the aftermath of that fateful night at the Opera, there'd been some changes, sure--a biggie being the adjustment to his baby sister's newfound authority. It caused some friction, at first, but it just took a bit of getting used to for Luigi to find that life without all the damn expectations he’d had bearing down on his shoulders since being a kid was... actually kinda great. 

He finally understood how Pavi could be so breezy and hedonistic for most of his twenties, before their dad ever seriously pitted them against each other--and now that they were generally allowed to do what they want without being caught on a hired camera, it was even better. Amber, at least, had hated that enough about their father not to follow in his footsteps there.

It was barely afternoon and he was half cut, moseying along the aisles and adding assorted snack foods to the pile of questionable purchases, when he happened by a familiar face. Before he could stop it, he gave a barking laugh.

"Well if it ain't our poster child! What the fuck, kid! Thought you’d be rat food by now!!"

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give ‘em the ol’ repo treatment

repo treato them

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ninety days delinquent gets you repo treato