I have this sudden impulsive to start talking real loudly.
Trying to come up with a remix for the nightclub I DJ at but loud noises and sounds is making me nauseous!! I can’t fucking do this shit for a second longer.
Fighting bodily pains and functions and not being able to smoke my way out of it. Hell of a Valentine’s Day.
They’re not charging, FUCK. Did we remember to pay rent this month???
It's him and his cereal soaked alcohol against the world.
. . .Huh. Hawaiian pizza doesn’t sound that bad actually, and I usually hate that crap.
Passing out. I’ll handle it tomorrow.
𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐄.@ambitiousmafioso.bsky.social · last yr.Fuck— I’m too stoned to go for a store drive this late.
Fuck— I’m too stoned to go for a store drive this late.
// sale left at like, 16 pre-transition so that was the last Fugo remembered him so when they DO see each other again sales been 6 years on T, fugo mistakes him for squalo n its the most gender affirming thing he could have done for him LOL ( fugo already knew sale wasnt cis tho, clocked him EASY )
FUCK. Great. Can’t even talk about getting head anymore. 💢
// squalo x tiz + sorbet x gelato swingers dynamic goes so fucking hard actually oh my god
That’s not even accounting for /my/ group. . . .Is Passione just a bunch of swingers or what?
He’s silent, scowling, stubborn. But he’s afraid if he even opens his mouth he’s going to make a mess all over the gunslinger’s shoes. Sale raises a hand to wave dismissively. “Just. . . Shut up. And quit reminding me of-“ There’s a slight gag, hand back on his mouth. “-the damn boat, alright?”
𝘿𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙏 /̸̅̅ ̆̅ ̅̅ ̅̅@s3xpstls.bsky.social · 2y ago"With your state right now? You still think you're fighting me?" A look of disbelief had resided in his face looking down at Sale with his head leaning back, trying to decipher if that was bravery, being stubborn or stupidity. The latter. With a broken hand, Mista picked up his gun, sticking ->
He punched me so hard he broke his hand and all I got was this stupid fucking nausea.
“Mfhh. . . I-I’m not done with you, Guido.” He huffs, as if he has any choice on how long he can keep going. He groans as he just. Sits on the ground, leaning his head back as he fights off the migraine and nausea. “Just- Fuck- Give me a few minutes.”
𝘿𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙏 /̸̅̅ ̆̅ ̅̅ ̅̅@s3xpstls.bsky.social · 2y ago"Dude, you look like you're gonna die." If he wasn't so focused on Sale trying to wobble away with his hand having a vice grip on his own mouth, the bullet falling would've startled him. Was it his punch? Was it the bullets? Those didn't even make contact with him. "I didn't punch you that hard.."