(via ponkita)Source: mabarii
Also likes sci-fi, cartoons, musicals, writing, admiring beauty in all its forms, and just... well. Learning things! Knowing about stuff! (Hence the blog title.) Full list of interests/fandoms can be found at that "About Me" link up there.
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dONT TELL ME “FUCK YOU” WHAT IS THIS THE POTTY MOUTH HAPPY HOUR I AM A CHILD DONT TALK TO ME THAT WAY U SHIT
YOU ARE OVER EIGHTEEN YEARS OF AGE IN WHAT WAY DO YOU CONSTITUTE A CHILD
you don’t waste no time at all
don’t hear the bell but you answer the call
it comes to you as to us all
we’re just waiting
for the hammer to fall
The nanite event hadn’t had much of an effect on Six’s life - his marks got a little uglier looking, that was all. Sure, there was a risk that maybe someday he’d be the next unlucky son that turned into something out of a kaijuu movie, but being the sixth deadliest man in the world had never been a smart long-term career choice. If he died, he died.
It wasn’t like there was anyone who would miss him but the other five.
It never occurred to him that the next unlucky son might be someone he’d miss, let alone the one he’d miss most.
Suddenly, EVOs - and the cure for them - mattered more than anything.