Is it okay to give up?

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dramaticalnurse respondeu a sua foto: Send ⚠ and a name, and i will make a bad...

>owns a furry suit you mean HE is the furry suit

it’s part of his anatomy, ur right

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Send ⚠ and a name, and i will make a bad presentation slide about that muse

osomachv disse: ⚠ (ur free to pick any of my muses)            

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madamhatter disse: ⚠  + also one on kankuro, you heathen            

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“Are you really off balance after one cocktail? You’re a fucking lightweight. And you call yourself an alcoholic?”

To his credit, it was one hell of a cocktail. Noiz was almost sure the thing was less of a drink and more of a dose of pure flavored alcohol, not to drown your sorrows in but to reset your memory and maybe die of alcohol poisoning if one felt too adventurous. But still it surprised him when he tried to get on his feet and stumbled right into the nearest solid surface, which happened to be the angry looking man with the sharp tongue.

“Had others before this one.” He wouldn’t let others slander his name by calling his alcoholism half assed. “And ‘m not off balance.” 

God, he was right, what a disgrace of an alcoholic he was. What if the world knew of his failure?

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puroresus:

   Gozu understood the disgust that came with unclean equipment, so after he was done using a machine he’d diligently wipe it off until it was clean.  He wasn’t that much of a sweat fiend, but it seemed like basic courtesy to leave the items ready for another’s use.  Regardless, as he was busy cleaning off one of the seats, he glanced over to a man with the most peculiar hair colour.  Foreigner? Not that he had issues with that, but he always found himself curious regarding said hair tones.

   He noted how focused the other seemed in the men lounging about, doing their routines.  Oddly enough, even if the stranger doesn’t seem as imposing as other gym members, he feels himself walking closer just to offer a smile to the younger man.  “Do you feel up for sparring with me? My name is Gozu.” It wasn’t, not legally, but it was the alias he’d grown with and adapted into his identity.  Even if he wasn’t wearing his prized mask anymore, the alias stuck with him and he was unable to shake it off even from his memory.

Near the top of his list of least expected things to happen to him while visiting a gym was ‘being invited to spar’ but even so, Noiz turns to look in the direction the voice came from. Finding himself face to chest with someone broke his poker face for a bit, green eyes widening for a second as he keeps looking up until he’s finally able to look the other man in the eye.

“Wow.” That was all he could say right away. The guy looked like he was first in line when god was giving out muscles but he still managed to look friendly enough. “Sure? Why not.”

Sparring wasn’t something he was experienced with since most of his fighting could be better described as ‘asskicking in a random deserted place’. But hey, if he accepted the offer that meant possibly roughing up a guy that could probably crush his skull with his bare hands and that would be the most interesting thing to happen to him this week by a considerable margin.

“Call me Noiz, by the way.”

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madamhatter disse: ⚠ + FUCKING (TOKYO) DRIFT, PLEASE,                

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Send ⚠ and a name, and i will make a bad presentation slide about that muse

Be it yours or mine.

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“It’s probably all the cocaines she has in her system. She’s got some cocaines there, a lot of cocaines. At least 50,000 cocaines.”

Apparently, the experience of working at a coffee shop was a lot different from working in a eletronics store that happened to stay barren during most of his work hours. Noiz came to this conclusion as he listened to Akira’s amazing tale involving the good old customer who is always right and a barista that preferred to keep his job. Well, if any good came from those types of client, it was their hability to become prime insult target on after work hours.

“50,000 cocaines seems right.” Noiz replied with a snicker. “Don’t quote me on that but I’m almost sure if a person on 50,000 cocaines had an expresso, something weird could happen, it could make their heart explode or something of the type. That means you probably helped kill a person.” He added as matter-of-factly as a person could.

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cr1tikal sentence meme

“How was I supposed to know to keep my child alive? There should be a message at the beginning: child is useful, do not murder. Otherwise how would I know, this is ridiculous.”

“Alright, now I wanna sound nice, formal, and normal.”

“Taste the titties with every bite.”

“I have strategically placed sea sponges on my body. Sometimes I’ll even use sea urchin if the price is right.”

“Well fuck you, not even exchanging pleasantries?”

“What the fuck does ASL stand for? Asparagus… Sex… Live?”

“Do I like to talk dirty? Is that even a question? That’s like asking a telephone if it likes ears.”

“Look at this guy, running all the way from Lithuania just to give me the business.”

“Is that titty seaweed?”

“Bitch, I will sprinkle Scooby Snacks all over your face.”

“Alright, I need to get dancing. If the phantoms see I’m not busting a move, fuck’s gonna get shit.”

“Stop conveying such a wide range of emotions!”

“Are you really off balance after one cocktail? You’re a fucking lightweight. And you call yourself an alcoholic?”

“Good afternoon fellow sober citizen! It’s a very nice day out here.”

“It’s probably all the cocaines she has in her system. She’s got some cocaines there, a lot of cocaines. At least 50,000 cocaines.”

“His head just popped off like a lego, that’s all.”

“It is very hard to control a vehicle after bumping three lines of coke!”

“Toy Story 4: rated R for strong language, sexual themes and ass gore.”

“Let’s find out who’s masturbating upstairs.”

“What if I told you that was my husband, huh? Bet that’d take you for a surprise.”

“Okay then, I’ll go fuck myself. Thank you.”

“If I was ever gonna have sex with with a towel, now would be the ideal time to do so.”

“Your mouth says ‘not bad’ but your eyes say ‘everything’s bad.’ You look extremely sad.”

“This is not my home! My home has porn and stuff.”

“Just talk about ass cheeks or grass or something, that’s what I usually do.”

“I might as well go into my closet and grab a fucking Boppet, try to have a conversation with that.”

“Where are we going? Probably some weird fucking place- ooh, I guessed right.”

“Somebody fuck me. I don’t know what is going on.”

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dermatologists HATE me. everyone hates me. i’m so alone

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    Whenever he came to the gym, he tend to be in the zone.  This workout was, of course, no exception for Gozu who had already adjusted to a preferred pace of affairs.  The former wrestler’s always known this establishment has people coming in for different reasons, some of which don’t include working out in the very least.  And some simply didn’t enjoy groups of people working out, though he was personally very adjusted to crowds from his days in the league.  He could, however, understand when newcomers went into this place and seemed uncomfortable for one reason or the other.  Shared spaces weren’t everyone’s favourite zones, after all.

    He always did wonder though, what brought them around if it wasn’t socialization or sports? He’d definitely have to ask one of them, although now he was more concerned with adjusting his shirt collar properly after a very productive session and a relaxing shower.  He only allowed himself a workout after he was finished with his duties at the bakery, which usually implied coming to ProFitness after work hours.

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Obviously, Noiz wasn’t used to shared exercise spaces but much to his dismay, it was impossible to continue living off his usual microwavable diet and keep a good shape with no exercise which led to him being at this strange unfamiliar place.

Under his award winning poker face, Noiz wasn't having much fun with the visit. If it depended on him, people that left gym equipment meant for general use covered in body fluids wouldn't be allowed to touch another piece of equipment ever again. He wasn’t one for fussing over little things but this? Just disgusting.

This was supposed to be him, taking a quick look on his surroundings and deciding whether or not he’d like to come back and train but to the untrained eye it probably seemed like him, standing in the middle of the place and not doing much. Well, at least it had a good view.

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DATING SIM TROPES ❤            

REBLOG, REPOST, AND FILL IN WITH DETAILS ABOUT YOUR MUSE AS IF THEY WERE A CHARACTER IN A DATING SIM.

NAME: Noiz THEIR PROFESSION: Information broker (and eletronics repairman in fatenet) WHERE THEY CAN BE FOUND: Locked in his apartment consuming delivery food. Arcades, video game and eletronic stores, chilling and people watching at random public places sometimes. FAVOURITE FOOD TYPE (breakfast, junk food, veggies, etc): Pizza, pizza over anything. His second favourite is Pflaumen Gefüllte Schweinelende mit Serviettenknödel. He has a bit of a sweet tooth as well. FAVOURITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK: Schnapps FAVOURITE TRAIT (romance, passion, sexuality, talent, flirtation, sentiment, joy): Passion maybe? As in he likes people that can be intense in their interests and emotions (in contrast to himself most of the time). WHERE THEY WOULD GO ON A DATE: Honestly it’s a bit difficult to tell, could be the skate park, your nearest arcade or a nice dinner. All depends on the partner. IDEAL GIFT:  Probably something he could wear like a new piercing or a cool shirt, anything that has rabbits is fair game. WHEN WILL THEY DRINK ALCOHOL: Who knows. Any time he doesn’t need to be functional could become alcohol time. HOW MANY DATES UNTIL THEY GO TO BED: Depends, if someone’s planning to romance him before taking him to bed it may take a long while, if no romancing is involved he’s fairly open to casual sex.

TAGGED BY: @cawsforconcern TAGGING:  sorry i’m lazy

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Koujaku: Why are you like this?

Noiz: I used too much No More Tears shampoo in 1998 and haven’t felt a single emotion since.

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neopolitodoroki:

Since moving out to Akounri, Shouto had gotten used to people saying a casual greeting in passing and moving along. No longer did people stop him because they recognized him from some news story or they ‘knew his dad’ or something of the sort. It was quite nice actually.

Because of this, Shouto had gotten more comfortable with stopping and exchanging small talk with people. Without his father hanging over his every movement, Shouto found that he quite liked meeting new people in small doses.

Under reasonable circumstances of course.

He’d just reached the building he lived in, already thinking about taking a hot shower to relax before he tackled an essay that was due in a few days time, when he was approached by someone exiting the building. One of the many neighbors he had yet to meet he supposed.

Though that wasn’t the important thing. Shouto’s eyes were quick to lock onto the man’s bleeding arm and his mind was already trying to assess the damage before the other had even spoken to him.

“You should be going to a profe-” Ah. Shouto glanced down to his work uniform, the nurses scrubs that he hadn’t changed out of before he’d left the hospital that day. 

Pursing his lips, Shouto grabbed the man’s arm and carefully lifted it up so the blood flow would be slower to the wound, mindful of the glass shard he could see peeking out. “Keep your arm up.”

Then he searched through his bag to find a first aid kit he kept on hand and pulled out a sterile cloth plus a bottle of unopened water from his bag. First he needed to clean up as much of the wound as he could to see how badly the man had gotten hurt.

“Mind telling me how this happened?” Shouto asked as he got to work carefully wiping away the blood from around the wound. If it was serious then he’d have to insist on bringing the man into the hospital to have a doctor look it over and patch him up. Shouto certainly did not have the equipment necessary for patching up a serious wound either in his bag or in his home.

Noiz was relieved that the guy was quick to do something, considering the times people thought he was trying to pull a prank on them before. Though if he had to gauge his first reaction, the other man seemed to be somewhat used to the sight of blood, most likely could tell the difference between real and fake wounds.

Either way he kept his arm in place and kept his eyes on his own wound as the blood was wiped away. It seemed that most of it came from few shallow cuts from smaller glass fragments. The worst of the wound was most likely the shard Noiz had decided against touching it fearing it might have broken more if he did. “Tried to save a falling glass, it was broken before I could stop myself.”

“Do you live here?” For future reference, Noiz thought he should ask.

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“ isn’t this the song americans use in all high school movies? ”

SHIT MY THEATRE SQUAD SAID

Ah yes, the few seconds of guitar intro should have been enough to send any young adult in hearing distance back into the hellscape of mid 2000s american teen movies and their whitebread propaganda. But as someone raised under a rock, one entire ocean away from the source material, Noiz needed some added time listening to the song.

“Probably.” He shrugged one shoulder in response. “All american high school movie songs sound the same to me, can’t really tell.”

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“ who carved a dick into the table? can the dick carver raise his hand? ”

SHIT MY THEATRE SQUAD SAID.

At first there’s no reaction, the dick carver in question preferring to keep his identity hidden for a few more seconds. Maybe there was another person within hearing distance that enjoyed carving vaguely phallic shapes in their free time, who knows?

But he was unlucky this time, no dick carving enthusiasts showed themselves. And so Noiz slowly lifted his hand, his apartment keys also known as the crime weapon still safe in his other hand.

“It’s a bit rushed and not my best work, sorry.”

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SHIT MY THEATRE SQUAD SAID.

“ you’re trying to seduce him, not break his neck. ” “ he’s not gay. ” “ be catty. be flirty. be the opposite of your bitter, angry self. ” “ that looks like a trash bag. why are you wearing a trash bag? ” “ can you zip this up for me? ” “ that looks like a dildo. put it down. ” “ is that your evil laugh? you sound like joker on helium. ” “ i need a robin thicke kind of fuckboy. ” “ that british accent offends me & i’m not even british. ” “ if you touch my butt one more time i swear…. ” “ of course the lights seem too dark you’re wearing fucking sunglasses. ” “ HOLY SHIT THIS IS HEAVY. ” “ peter pan didn’t have such nice thighs though. ” “ no, you can’t say that. kids will be around so keep it PG-13. ” “ can someone help be carry this? PLEASE. ” “ isn’t this the song americans use in all high school movies? ” “ you can all be the stars of tonight. i’ll be THE FUCKING MOON. ” “ those sandals are so ugly they make jesus cry. ” “ who’s phone is ringing? i said VIBRATE ON. ” “ i didn’t break it. it broke all on it’s own. ” “ i’m allergic to dust i can’t do this. ” “ i’m not being dramatic. I AM dramatic. ” “ maybe i’m gay? ” “ no fireworks. we’re not americans. ” “ i hope you’re not making out in there! ” “ cinderella wouldn’t say ‘FUCKING HEELS’. neither can you. ” “ did you rip the dress? DID YOU RIP THE DRESS? ” “ you can’t say ‘i love you’ so violently. ” “ who carved a dick into the table? can the dick carver raise his hand? ” “ put your shirt on, you’re not chris evans. ” “ FOCUS AND STOP SINGING HAMILTON DAMNNIT. ” “ he’s her dad, not her daddy. ” “ you can’t say ‘bro’ to a king. ”