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[korolnichevoya]

y’all ever in a mood that feels kinda crusty? like it’s not really BAD, but it’s definitely crusty?

[mxthbladed-a]

Doesn't think she'd be a good mom but would absolutely be a good mom. Just a little strict sometimes.

[lebratprincess]

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[lebratprincess]

It is now a well-known fact that Walker was working diligently to raise funds and awareness for victims of Typhoon Haiyan in the Philippines.

One of the many theories suggests that the actor was murdered because he allegedly knew inside information about the relief efforts.

"Paul Walker and his friend were killed shortly after they discovered a conspiracy to supply victims of Typhon Haiyan with a prototype permanent birth control drug hidden in medicinal supplies and food aid. They had a damning recording and they were on their way to rendezvous with an ally who would have helped them get in touch with the right people. Turns out they were betrayed and someone rigged their car's breaks to malfunction after a certain speed."

"Now that the loose end has been tied up, and the recording destroyed, the people responsible have nothing to fear as this will become another "conspiracy theory" no one will take seriously."

"Apparently, Paul Walker had discovered dirty money in the Philippines disaster relief and that would make sense because he owned a company that specialized in rapid disaster relief."

:]

[lebratprincess]

me: *no jared muse or interest in for several months*

brain: *hears hurricane comes on shuffle*

me: well then

me: i guess we have jared back

[ninjaliike]

took a break from this pile of projects i’m playing catch up with at work and made a new dash icon -- y? n? 

[kaijoucorp]

Fuchsia.

July 3rd - There was a summer festival. Stalls were lined up neatly across the river, and children were scampering about the empty areas with their water balloons. 

The Kaijou brothers were of course there. Shizuba had gone off to buy a choco-banana with his friends, and had left Setsuya’s side. Leaving him alone. 

Setsuya considered this a chance to meet up with his girlfriend. 

The fireworks were going to start in a few minutes. Meaning that most of the people participating in the festival had gathered in one spot to view the beautiful sparks.

Climbing up the stairs, Setsuya searched. Until eventually. There she was. 

“Fuchsia.”

Setsuya hissed through his teeth. 

There before him was a girl with an hourglass figure, long pastel purple hair, and glasses. Her lips were curved to make an arrogant smirk. She leant against a lamp, cigarette in hand. 

Setsuya has left behind many things. Like his parents. His old self. His... old gang. It was time that he leaves behind someone who once meant everything to him. Fuchsia Goff.

That manipulative ... Toxic woman. She has been using Setsuya as a bloody cash-cow for long enough. And not only is she greedy, she’s disloyal. 

“Ohh, darling Setsy, what’s the matter?”

Fuchsia would ask, her voice smooth and mellifluous. It made Setsuya shiver in disgust. He was at his limit. 

“Mitsuhiro, Yuho, Taichi, Kenta, Jirou... Who the fuck are they?”

Stomping his way across, he’d stop. Then to only tower over the female, casting a glare with dead. cold. violet. eyes. 

Fuchsia tilts her head to the side, then presses her burning cigarette against Setsuya’s neck. This causes him to yelp and step back.

“Ohh, isn’t it a wonderful day~! What would make me happier is if you... Shared...”

Setsuya grits his teeth. That bitch. He has already done so much, all she does is take, and take, and take even more ! Fringe casting a shadow over his features, Setsuya grunts.

It was like this every time. Whenever he tries to approach or confront his girlfriend, a new cigarette burn would be added to his unwanted collection. It kept him quiet for a while but...

Inhaling sharply, Setsuya went for a second try. He grabbed Fuchsia with enough force to knock her fur coat off her shoulders. He leaned in slowly, and the girl simply stared, dumbfounded.

The first firework shot up. Whizzing into the sky like a glowing snake.

In unison with the loud bang, Setsuya would raise his hand, and slap the girl’s face. 

It’s almost as if time itself had paused for seconds. Everything around them became slow motion until suddenly, the second firework.

Fuchsia, eyes wide, dropped her cigarette. Setsuya was equally stunned by what he did. But he didn’t regret it, his girlfriend deserved it.

Rubbing his neck, Setsuya stepped away. Tears trickling down his cheeks, he said firmly, and coldly:

“It’s over.”