#well..............

[tg-is]

It's ENA.... Dream BBQ......

[t9909-g]

🤭🤭🤭

[rihometal-moved]

i dont think misa is bpd cuz im “ableist” i think misa is bpd bcuz i have bpd and having bpd just makes u cooler

[ponytailcoby]

[lokh1]

also if i go into teaching and i get called miss [surname] im gonna fuckin lose it. looks like its time folks

[eulaties]

no way i just missed the csp perpetual license sale 💀

[nw-a2]

@zydrations, tell me what you want.

their figures are illuminated in the low alleyway's light, tension heavy in the air as it always is when the pair meet. his helmet's visor is off, enabling a dark look into the repo man's eyes, glinting off the nearby neon signs. the night's been long —— the graverobber's presence a poisoned cherry on top, guilty conscience pushed to the far corners of mind. the blood's long since dried on leather gloves, no chance in the red smearing as he takes ji-won by the jaw. allowing the darkness inside to take over, closing the distance between. “ you. ” the word is left lingering purposefully, long enough to let confusion worm its way into thoughts. “ . . .on your knees. ” deeper intonation blooms in the follow - up, an ushered demand.

he needs release —— catharsis. the blackness of his deeds claws up his back, threatening to remind him of the monster he's become. stress bleeding into need. hard against the leather concealing him, his knuckles white with the burn of it, the repo man almost whispers, “ are you going to be good this time? ” he needs this, relief however he can get it.