For Those In The Path, Seems Like Timely Advice. Be Safe Above All!

If she dies like Lee I'm breaking my legs and beating Telltale with them

Clem: what do you do if I get bit?

Me: FUCKING RIOT

I agree! it definitly is comforting

god i love self-insert drawings/fanfics where you’re just hangout with your favorite character and have fun or receive support   it’s so comforting ;;

Light hated Near so much because he served cunt all along the way. Imagine you are a mass murderer and you brainswashed everyone with your supposed new world or Empire. But then, they tell you that two victorian looking orphans who are genius and also barely eighteen years old are stepping on you.

Near: anyone who believes the second L is Kira please call me

Light: bitch what the fuck

I mean its hard to NOT love the song, it is just a classic bop

oh my god do people here like toto’s africa ironically? but… i genuinely love it. jt’s so good.

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Arataka Reigen kept a packet of cigarettes in his left side drawer.

It was a new pack each morning, and a cheap one, bought at the gas station along with a plastic-wrapped sandwich for his lunch. He’d tear off the seal, toss them into the drawer, and pretend to forget about them for as long as he could manage. When Reigen would open the drawer, he would hesitate and think better, and grab a pen or paperclip or post-it stack instead. He did this again and again, sliding the drawer open and closed until the cigarettes rolled loose from their pack and spread around the drawer like so many blunt pens.

He could do this for maybe an hour in the morning until, antsy and alone, Reigen would finally pull the first cigarette from the drawer. And he would be quiet in lighting it, hunched in so no one could see. He would smother his thoughts in the first searing puff, then sit there silently, pulling long drags and listening to his own breath for company. After a while he would put it out. Then he would pause, and think, and press the pads of his fingers together in consideration before pulling the second cigarette from the drawer. He would light it, and pull from it, and listen to his breath, and think about what sort of people might walk in today. Whether or not he would speak with anyone else for the rest of the day. He would finish the pack by 5pm every day. It touched everything, and the wallpaper stunk like smoke.

Arataka Reigen smoked when he was alone. And he was almost always alone.

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I dont even bother anymore smh

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