#trashtrio

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recent seiya sketches

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#Repost @john_waters_divine_trash_page with @get_repost ・・・ “To understand bad taste one must have very good taste” John Waters #johnwaters #badtaste #popeoftrash #princeofpuke #midnightmovie #undergroundfilm #trashcinema #filth #filthelder #pinkflamingos #femaletrouble #crybaby #hairspray #serialmom #carsick #rolemodels #maketrouble #shockvalue #indecentexposure #mrknowitall #crackpot #trashtrio #johnwatersquote https://www.instagram.com/p/B2Wk1kmlWua/?igshid=1976d88o551r7

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Simba - Aiolia Nala - Marin Scar - Saga Mufasa - Aiolos Rafiki - Dohko Hyenas - Trashtrio

[hopelessplacebo]

My flatmates’s predictions of the morning after halloween:

“harley quinn makeup smudged down your face, smelling of vodka and stale cigarettes, still swinging your baseball bat for god knows what reason”

inspired by this text post

[hopelessplacebo]

Life Lesson Learned

never say “fuck it, treat yo self” when debating whether or not to order a milkshake that is at least half a liter after having a burger the size of your head. It will end in tears and all of your flatmates and yourself nearly puking after having to hike over 150 stairs back up to your flat. 

[weareallplants]

The way it works - dmmd fanfic ViTri/Noiz

This happens sometime after Koujaku's good end.

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When the doorbell rang Noiz expected everyone but the twins to show up.

Oh, right. His hand was still on the doorknob, they're not twins.

He thought it was creepy - the way they copied each other's looks.

Noiz opened the door anyway.

"Noiz, join us," the bigger one on the right said more than asked. He was a huge one. The not-twin's size reminded Noiz of Mink.

"You're Aoba-san's fan as well, aren't you?" The one on the left with the glasses spoke. He was much shorter than the one on the right, but he seemed to be the brains of the pair considering the knowing smile on his lips.

At the mention of Aoba, Noiz went completely still. It had been weeks since he got together with the old fart, apparently the two spent their sweet time together inside Platinum Jail before the tower crashed.

"Noiz-san?" He knew that tone. There was something they, or at least the glasses guy, wanted out of him.

Noiz froze. He didn't exactly know these two. All he knew about them was that they were members of Morphine - that Rhyme team said to be working for Toue. While its infamy hadn't exactly reached everyone before the Oval Tower collapsed, the team was even less known right after. It was said that the team was completely disbanded right after what happened with Dry Juice. At first, he thought that way but eventually it seemed highly unlikely that Morphine would just suddenly disappear like that.

Immediately, an image of Aoba blaming himself for what happened to the Rib team's leader appeared in his head. Aoba, hands trembling as his eyes were fixed to the table when Tae-san told him that what happened to Mizuki was his fault.

Noiz bit his lip.

"Here," the bigger one said, taking out a handkerchief. Noiz was surprised at the motion and was about to glare at the guy when he noticed the stains on the handkerchief after it was pulled away.

"Thanks," he said, looking away. He should have been used to not feeling pain, right now but it was annoying when others seemed to worry about how much blood he drew with some of his gestures thanks to his inability to tell whether or not it hurt. "Thanks, um...?" He didn't know what their names were. It wasn't like he met them, he only saw them talking to Aoba. Once. While he was stalking Aoba and plotting how he was going to initiate the drive-by in hopes of defeating Sly Blue.

"Trip. He's Trip, and I'm Virus," the glasses guy said as he stretched his hand out to Noiz. Noiz kept his hands in his pockets.

Trip's stare was more than enough to make Noiz uncomfortable.

Virus raised a hand, and Trip's gaze went behind Noiz, in his room.

"Aoba's fans, wasn't it? What do you need me for?"

"Just a minor arrangement. Won't you invite us in, Noiz-san?" Virus was still being overly polite. Noiz could see through the way Virus stood straight enough, the way he smiled. There was just something about him that reminded Noiz of his childhood where people dulled the truth to say the right things. It was all about getting under each other's skin. Give them what they want, to get what you want.

He'd done it all anyway, maybe these two would prove to be worth something.

Noiz stepped aside.

He didn't know why he did that. Perhaps he saw a part of himself in them. They lacked something he had. He lacked something they had. That was why they came to him in the first place, wasn't it?

The two stood, their smiles unchanging.

Empty.

"Well aren't you coming in?"

"I think Noiz-san would be even more delighted if we invited him over," Virus said, looking towards Trip. He didn't know when it happened but Noiz felt something dull somewhere in his stomach before he blacked out.

The last thing Noiz thought was that maybe, just maybe these two could give him what he'd always wanted. A few things in exchange wouldn't be a problem.

That was how the world worked, after all.