♚ black king.

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❛    well,    fuck me gently with a chainsaw.    ❜ ❛    do i look like mother theresa    ?    ❜ ❛    my teen - angst bullshit now has a body count.    ❜ ❛    chaos is what killed the dinosaurs,    darling.    ❜ ❛    you look like hell.    ❜ ❛    yeah,    i just got back.    ❜ ❛    are we going to prom or hell    ?    ❜ ❛    god    !    i sound like a fucking psycho.    ❜ ❛    i felt bad everytime i did it,    but i kept doing it anyway.    ❜ ❛    now i know you understood everything.    ❜ ❛    now that’s deep.    ❜ ❛    there are no stupid questions.    ❜ ❛    that’s the stupidest question i’ve ever heard.    ❜ ❛    the extreme always seems to make an impression.    ❜ ❛    what’s your damage    ?    ❜ ❛    how very.    ❜ ❛    i just killed my best friend.    ❜ ❛    i can’t believe you did it.    ❜ ❛    i was teasing.    ❜ ❛    i loved you.    ❜ ❛    there’s a new sheriff in town.    ❜ ❛    you don’t deserve my fucking speech.    ❜ ❛    so what’s the deal    ?    ❜ ❛    what a waste    !    ❜ ❛    oh,    the humanity    !    ❜ ❛    our love is god.    ❜ ❛    let’s go get a slushie.    ❜ ❛    is your life perfect.    ❜ ❛    i don’t really like my friends.    ❜ ❛    maybe it’s time to take a vacation.    ❜ ❛    now that you’re dead,    what are you gonna do with your life    ?    ❜ ❛    why do you have to be such a mega - bitch    ?    ❜ ❛    because i can be.    ❜ ❛    did you have a brain tumour for breakfast    ?    ❜ ❛    i say we just grow up,    be adults and die.    ❜ ❛    if everyone jumped off a bridge,    would you    ?    ❜ ❛    why are you pulling my dick    ?    ❜ ❛    that knife is filthy.    ❜ ❛    some people need different kinds of convincing than others.    ❜ ❛    you’re beautiful.    ❜ ❛    did that sound bitchy    ?    ❜ ❛    this isn’t just a spoke in my menstrual cycle.    ❜ ❛    you were nothing before you met me.    ❜ ❛    she’s my best friend.    god,    i hate her.    ❜ ❛    i shop,    therefore i am.    ❜ ❛    a true friend’s work is never done.    ❜ ❛    god had cursed me i think.    ❜ ❛    we’ll crucify her.    ❜ ❛    what’s the up - chuck factor on that    ?    ❜ ❛    ugh,    such a pillowcase.    ❜ ❛    nice guys finish last,    i should know.    ❜ ❛    get a job.    ❜

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perdiscoe replied to your post: every time jojo is online i feel this overflowing…

i love you

i love you too quickshot

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never mind johnny is cancelled

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fortunasua replied to your post:

you could entertain me. i dont like anyone other than you

haha @filumessentia look at this

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fortunasua replied to your post:

can you not tell i was clearly trying to make you upset. why are you so dense

I could tell.

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fortunasua replied to your post:

do you hate me that much

No? You have other plans, I’m going to do something else.

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fortunasua replied to your post: 

alright im putting out for hot pants tonight then i guess

hey @ leaf’s unmade gyro, hit me up tonight im free

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lets go on a date

I can’t, you’re blocked.

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Keep reading

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like this for a starter but i cant guarantee anything because

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                 “I think your racing is fairly adequate as well,” he swirls the contents of his glass around, disinterested. “I haven’t taken to riding a horse in years however, so perhaps my opinion isn’t the one you’re looking for.”

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        “Uh, thanks...” it wasn’t so much that he sounded insulted, or disappointed at all ( at least, sounded. it still felt off that Valentine would just say ‘adequate’ ). in fact, Johnny sounded thankful. Though, he wasn’t. he could pick up how the senator felt. “No, it’s alright. I appreciate it. thank you, sir.  I didn’t know you used to rid horses.”

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fortunasua:

                “I doubt it. I’d pull you in and drown you first,” he watches Johnny, leaning on the edge of the tub.

        “No. I’m pissed that some brat is trying to tell me what to do. I’m reacting,” he grins at his own joke, yet unsaid. “the way adults do,” he sounds pleased with himself, as if over his own joke. “It’s very adult to use violence on children, you know,” he sinks back into the tub, looking away once more.

        “If you want to kill me, kill me.” He sets the bloodied towel down on the sink, but upon realizing, he picks it back up. Better not let his father or anyone else see it. 

        “So are you going to keep going off until I stop? I’m not going to stop. So you’re going to make me stop? Go ahead. I’m stubborn, and you should know that.” It should be about time for him to leave, but he doesn’t want to.

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                  “Even undressed, I could knock you out,” he grabs at his own arms, holds himself. “I don’t care if you look,” he dips under the water, comes out completely drenched. 

        “I won’t think about what you said,” he scrubs his chest, begins to dig at the wet skin with his nails. “Because you lack experience in the real world, Joestar. Stop trying to tell me what to do. Focus on your studies. Understood?”

        “And I could smash your head into the side of the tub.                 -- I’m not going to look.”

Johnny’s avoiding looking, he doesn’t want to, he feels it far too awkward. 

Most of the blood is washed away with a few runs of water, as for the rest, he dabs it away with a towel. Even after, he doesn’t turn towards Diego, instead examining himself in the mirror. He touches it a few times, it had to have been broken.

        “It got to you enough to where you’re reacting like this. You’re thinking about it.” There’s a noise, and he wants to know what’s causing it, but he refuses to look. “No.”

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                It takes him a moment to process the situation at hand, to understand that’s Johnny out there, that he’s being spoken to. Diego turns over his shoulder, looks at the bathroom door.

        “Of course. It’s your bathroom. Then again, you could go in another. Do what you want, but if it’s an excuse to see me naked, at least be honest,” the ache settles in his heart, matching that in his tired shoulders, his knuckles. The water does not make him clean, but in the bath he dilutes.

        “No, it’s not to see you naked. I’m... lightheaded. I don’t think I could make it to another bathroom.” Genuinely, he wasn’t after seeing Diego naked. “Plus if I do pass out... you could take care of me. Unless you want to knock me out.” Placing his hand on the doorknob, it’s like a prop to hold him up. Leaning his weight on it slightly, he opens the door.

        “I won’t look. I just need to use the sink.” And he does just that, keeping to his word, he doesn’t make eye contact with Diego, instead focusing blurry vision on the sink. Turning on the tap, he runs his hands under the cold water before splashing it on his face.

        “...Please think over what I said.”

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fortunasua:

                Diego himself is trembling, not at all effected by the sight of bloodied, bruised Johnny before him. The white marble, the white of his skin contrasts starkly against the spill of red down his shirt, his face. 

        “I’m. Going to bathe,” the bathroom isn’t far off. He slams the door behind himself, strips down, turns the water on in the tub. He doesn’t want to hear it–he doesn’t want to hear any of it. He forgets to lock the door, doesn’t bother answering Johnny, and before he bothers with the bath he scrubs his hands clean of Johnny’s blood. His head pounds. He’s furious. Diego steps in the bath, bubbles covering him through to the neck. He bites his tongue, closes the tap, tries to arrange his too messy head.

        Johnny wipes more blood off of his face, his shirt’s been stained in blotches around all over. Doesn’t faze him, though. He finally sits right back up, gathering the strength from his sore body, his aching muscles. 

But this time, he says nothing. He doesn’t follow, instead opting to sit there, staring at Diego. This time shooting him a glare directly, looking him in the eyes. His expression is unclear, but he tried his best to make it seem like he was angry. He was, he was, but at the same time, his heart sunk.

Minutes pass, it takes him awhile to get up. Without much thought, he finally trails up the stairs. He wasn’t going to force himself into the bathroom, he wasn’t going to harass Diego while he was bathing.

“Diego,” Standing behind the door, “...Can I come wash this blood off?”