Well that's just about the most depressing shit I've ever heard on a Tuesday.
īŧ cy it is not tuesday, but sure.
he leans back a bit more in his chair, relinquishing the territorial domain over his salad. he can't exactly chirp like a bird and stuff pre-chewed asparagus down the kid's throat, so maybe he'll decide on his own he should give actual food a try. the unhealthy pallor and the loss of weight is obvious in the what little the kid's not hiding behind a hoodie. īŧ
Is that a 'opportunity passed, interest lost' or a 'too busy because supernatural drama is a neverending black hole of whatever the spiritual opposite of a blowjob is and I have negative free time' type sitch? Because if it's the latter, can I introduce you to Capitalist Slut Utopia, where all we've got is time, and the closest thing you'll ever meet to Robert Johnson is sitting literally right in front of you?
īŧ does stiles even know who that is, who knows. all he knows is that he heard the man play once and it changed his fucking life. crossroads demons indeed. īŧ
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cw: brief mention of disordered eating BUT IT'S REALLY INFECTION SYMPTOMS
Date: 2024-01-25 05:04 am (UTC)īŧ cy it is not tuesday, but sure.
he leans back a bit more in his chair, relinquishing the territorial domain over his salad. he can't exactly chirp like a bird and stuff pre-chewed asparagus down the kid's throat, so maybe he'll decide on his own he should give actual food a try. the unhealthy pallor and the loss of weight is obvious in the what little the kid's not hiding behind a hoodie. īŧ
Is that a 'opportunity passed, interest lost' or a 'too busy because supernatural drama is a neverending black hole of whatever the spiritual opposite of a blowjob is and I have negative free time' type sitch? Because if it's the latter, can I introduce you to Capitalist Slut Utopia, where all we've got is time, and the closest thing you'll ever meet to Robert Johnson is sitting literally right in front of you?
īŧ does stiles even know who that is, who knows. all he knows is that he heard the man play once and it changed his fucking life. crossroads demons indeed. īŧ