Don’t Shoot The Messenger, They’re Bound To Shoot Back.

The Lancetfish is a species that looks like it comes straight out of a realistic fantasy world building project.

trying to lie to him was the scariest part of the game

Happy Get-Shot-in-The-Head Day!

On this day in history, you will be shot in the head!

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Warnings: depression, graphic description of self-harm, self-hatred, suicidal ideation

Characters: Shouta Aizawa x reader

Words: ~1.6k

AN: Repost from my old account. This is a completely self-indulgent fic. It’s meant to be comforting, but the description of self-harm (and the aftermath of said harm) is based on real life experience and is written graphically. It could very well be triggering to some, so please do not read if you think it may upset you. Stay safe my loves <3

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i know people give Leon a lot of flak for his murder bc he claims it was in "self-defense," but let's be real with ourselves. What the fuck else was he supposed to do? If he just left, what, he has to go next day and be like yeah we both tried to kill each other and i broke her wrist. Can you pass the salt? Also Sayaka 100% would've turned everyone against him bc like she's Sayaka. So yeah I kind of have more sympathy towards this guy. Like Sayaka was going to straight up murder him. For literally zero reason. Like, I kind of get why she wanted to murder someone but it is never explained what made her choose Leon specifically.

The thing about Deacon, Danse, and Hancock that I find most relatable is the fact that they are surrounded by so many people they get along with, but yet don’t consider anyone a friend (except maybe Hancock) until Sole.

It’s like they put themselves out there by offering to be Sole’s companion with subconscious hope that it may lead to somewhere (although they may not be sure where or that’s why they are doing it). And then it pays off in the end.

(And they didn’t offer that to just anyone.)

Don’t let me in with no intention to keep me,

Jesus Christ.

Don’t be kind to me.

Honey don’t feed me,

I will come back.

More Honest Work For Bad Liars Deacon

Whole ass comic unfortunately

August 26: O (Overwhelm, outpour, overjoyed) hey did u guys know they make me actually sick to my stomach

He got snot n shit all over mondo's tank top and coat btw

when theyre worried

moriarty — cottonflower

i ain't nothing but a lonely rider i do not know who is right, who is wrong sing this song for you to sing when i'm gone

my courier oscar sees himself as a very ordinary person in extraordinary circumstances, surrounded by one of a kind, exceptional people. it's a burden and a marvel for him to decide their fates. arcade’s very special too, even if he’s been trapped in mundanity for most of his life. his fate is yet to be decided