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Current Just ran a stale yellow. Nobody on this website is doing it like me, sticking it to the man like me, blazing a trail against tyranny like me. the only thing revolutionary about you is your rhetoric
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2 mos ago
Takeru Segawa is the type of man they made myths out of. Intensely privileged to be able to say I watched him burn so bright as he did before going out with a win. I’ll miss you, hero.
3 mos ago
a frayed thread on the colorful tapestry of our existence, begging to be yanked until the whole thing unravels, a suggestive, inviting golden glow around the idea of leaking my buddy's DMs to his wife
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4 mos ago
I'm like the "conspicuously modded with multiple trojan backdoors skyrim save on your friend's screenshare stream" of white boys
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5 mos ago
Completely fucking up my field sobriety test as i clamber out of the honda fit i've wrapped around a lightpost, staggering everywhere, before finally scoring a big fat goose egg on the breathalyzer
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Somatically, subconsciously, Luke was aware that their plan of attack upon the barrels had changed, and his body made the adjustment on what was essentially autopilot. Catching each barrel pushed across by Sangue and loading them onto the lift with an almost mechanical pattern of movement, his conscious, thinking mind was somewhere else entirely.

Namely, a few yards down the hall.

Sangue, the most enigmatic person he'd ever come across in his life, was opening up to him just minutes after Lauren had. The venomous woman rarely spoke to begin with, let alone so honestly and intimately. For the second time in what felt like as many minutes, Luke found himself privy to a rare side of someone that they were never keen to share.

So, of course, he paid attention.

"If you're saying you want to be friends," he responded, smiling warmly. "Then I'd be more than happy to, Sangue."
<Snipped quote by Prince of Seraphs>

We better not be having an edge off here.



heh thats not edgy

check this out kid.....

*teleports behind u*
I missed you benny boy


"You want me to go back upstairs?" he fired back testily, his voice a disenfranchised, indignant grumble beneath her ringing laughter. "I'm sure the others would appreciate the help in finishing the manticore off."

Nonetheless, Luke carried on, loading his pair and turning about-face towards the storage room for more, proceeding at what was, in scientific terms, known as a "dissatisfied half-trot, half-jog". She would get tired of it in a week with luck, sure, but it still was going to be a whole week of hearing it from her and whomever else decided to join in.

At least Sangue had the right idea now. If nothing else, that made it easier.

"...I do care, yeah." he responded after a moment's contemplation of (and simmering down thanks to) the Swordswoman's words. "I'm glad you think I'm a nice guy, even though I'm not sure of it myself, but I do care about the people around me."

How they were feeling.

What they were doing.

If they needed help.

If they made him decide they needed help.

"I care a lot. That's why I'm here."

If I can stand amongst them.

"I wanna help people. I hate seeing people get hurt, and I can't stand people who just ignore it." He reached up, grunting as he pulled down the first of his next pair of barrels. "If I see somebody in front of me who's having a hard time, I wanna help them. I lose it if I don't. Maybe I'm following the impulse of the moment, but even if that's the case, there's no way I'm doing it carelessly. It's precisely because I care—"

Down came the second.

"—that I ever wanted to help in the first place."

Pushing the first down with his foot, he caught Sangue's eye.

"What about you?"
you sayin' he likes dudes?
Hey guys. Don't come in the lab for a bit will ya? I'm going to be busy for a while.


Some of you guys are alright

t. silver haven
that one dude acting like i'm on anything resembling good terms with him
that's luke's turf squidbreath


He stopped in his tracks, even going so far as to check the barrels' advances with his foot in succession.

Slowly, inexorably, he turned his gaze upon Sangue Naga.

The red-haired woman had honestly tried. He could sense it. Beneath the flat tone and constant poker face, there was an undercurrent of genuineness in her words that he could pick up on.

He affixed her with a look, equally blank and unreadable as her own.

Because honest though she might have been...

"No. It's Luke."

That was offensively wrong.
i mean he ended up killing hitler too so nah he wasn't that bad of a guy
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