I Don't Give A Shit, I Can Just Portal To Other Dimensions. Fuck Both Of You.

ur kinda hot when ur mad is that normal for me to say

Guiys dacter hot peenut Kell mie go bee meen to hiem >:( hie beg meeny

yknow what... I gotta say last night was a bit fun. Never thought drunk fucking was my thing until it happened..

my prosthetic keeps breaking I hate my life

this is mostly and if not entirely for Repo! The Genetic Opera fans!

imagine like an AU where everything is the same right but instead of Rotti Largo ever meeting Shilo Wallace he thinks "fuck it, I give up! I'll just hire a scientist to make another one"

and so basically the self insert character is just a combination of Rotti, Pavi, Amber and Luigi's DNA. And they like get built by like a mad scientist and whatever, and so their entire life is just learning how to manage GeneCo.

but also I would imagine Rotti hiding them away for long as possible to make sure they don't become so problematic that they won't be able to manage GeneCo anymore.

so like when the day comes and he dies, the sibling trio are like "oh damn that's so sad... anyways let's go check who's in the will-" and they go to Rotti's office and find this random ass person who actually look like another Largo????

I bet the reader insert would be confused as fuck too, they probably didn't even *know* they had siblings at all in the first place!

anyways that was just my lil rant hope ya like it :)

(I wrote this at twelve am lol)

Ts so buns idk if ill finish it

i dont think anything compares to the joy of getting asks on tumblr or getting comments on ao3

its like, wow. human communication thru the internet. except it feels personal. but yknow, in a nice way, not in an invasive way

its like, you CLICKED on MY account and read thru MY posts and cared enough to leave me a personal message. smth so cute abt that

heehee i got bored in class here u go @noahthehyperfixated

I guess so.. if we went that far last night then I'm sure we would be something..

Ughhhh... I think I drank too much last night..

I don't remember anything..

@rickz6725 What happened last night? All I remember was coming home.. A-And why was I sleeping in your bed..?

would anyone gaf if i made a repo server …. it would be (virtually) all ages & im cool i promise….. i wanna talk to people about my movie!!!

(FOR CLARIFICATION—NOT THE GAME!!! the movie repo! the genetic opera)

THANKLESS JOB: AN UNPROFESSIONAL ANALYSIS

(Chorus) Repo Man! Repo Man!

(Nathan) It's a thankless job

Nathan expects to be thanked, holding himself as a lawman that keeps order on Sanitarium island

But somebody's got to do it Peelin' off the tissue, inch-by-inch; Skinnin' off the muscles, too! Harvesting the kidneys for the fall; Savin' up the livers in the fridge

This compares keeping literal organs in a fridge and ripping out kidneys to food and nourishment, being harvested and kept in a kitchen. This can lead to the thought that Nathan sees his career as a sick type of sustenance to keep his life in check. Like many characters in the film, when he enters his alternate 'Repo Man' persona, he himself is addicted.

No-one ever thanks me when I'm done How self-absorbed people can be!

Nathan expects to be thanked for his work, despite the fact that he is viewed as a symbol of fear and hatred. He also is shown to have gotten so numb to the point of barely understanding his impact, instead frustrated by the lack of gratitude he gets from both his boss and victims.

With a slice, or a snip Eenie-Meenie-Minie-Mo...

This is a children's rhyme, and coupled with Nathan's act of 'playing airplane' earlier in the song, it shows that in his Repo Man mindset, he is completely unstable and unable to think straight whatsoever.

With a cut, and a stitch Returning organs good as new!

It's a thankless job! But somebody's got to do it! Like a mop! And a broom! No-one wants a thankless job!

At the end of the song, Nathan loses his smile and his expression falls as he recognizes his actions. This similar to when the helmet is tossed onto his desk, sort of a repeating loss of innocence trope where he is forces to repeat the process of unconscious action and then discovering exactly what he's done.