tma AU where The Distortion staunchly refuses to feed off 12 year olds because every time a 12 year old ends up in its corridors theyre like “The color yellow? Infinite windowless hallways outside reality with a fucked up little creature in them? Oh shit! It’s the backrooms!” and The Distortion does not like that at all
Dior Homme spring 2002 “Boys Don’t Cry” Bloodwound Harness — Inspired by Johnny Thunders & The Heartbreakers
needed to clip just this part of the interview bcus it’d the funniest 25 seconds of all time
also i literally have zero coherent thoughts about atsushi rn. i hate you and i want you out of my head, i've wanted that for so long. the softness in the way the headmaster smiles at him and says, i'll be gone. your sort-of-father who was cruel to you and who cared about you (never in ways that justified what he did to you, but never quite the monster you wish he was, either) and who haunts you and who gave you the same things that kept him alive and didn't know how to give you better. you know. the way the headmaster's death and the fact of the headmaster's humanity slices atsushi open in both universes— you hate him, and still. and still.
the fact that this matches their faces exactly
my dead goth son and his friendly neighborhood personified concept of insanity