How can I make memes when this is literally already peak comedy.
Chuuya: Yo, the bitch dead?
Dazai: God, I fucking hope so.
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see writing is funny because sometimes you have to google things like “can the human body survive with every rib broken” and other times you have to google things like “is there an ikea in manhattan???”
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art for chap 113, I wanted to contribute :3
edit: holy shit i woke up to 600+ notifications and started screaming i do not deserve this
another edit: oh my fucking God thank you all so much. you all made my week. thank you for everything! if you like this art, feel free to check my acc, I have better art there!
ANOTHER EDIT OH MY GOD OH MY GOD WE ARE ABOUT TO HIT 1K IM SO HAPPY THANK YOU ALL
sorry for editing this so much but I am fucking baffled at how many likes this has
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They're trying to ignore the fact Dazai just spouted two confessions in under thirty minutes, the embarrassment is REAL
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sure ango may have betrayed every organization under the sun but tachihara put in the effort to build up the perfect stereotypical gangstersona and act his silly little heart out for the perfect plot twist so we all know who deserves the award for best port mafia betrayal
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These past few chapters have been like
Dazai: *going on abt fyodor*
Chuuya: For the love of god CAN I PLS GO HOME ALREADY
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Big Name Feelings - 8/16
what are they looking at? find out (with a second drawing!!) at the end of this chapter :)
As far as Aziraphale was concerned, Crowley didn’t gift him a bowtie, not really. He gifted him that smile, that smug little grin as he slid his visa across the counter and tapped the receiver without so much as glancing at the price tag. It made him shine with pride, for all the work he’d done to earn that shiny black card, and palpable satisfaction for the small opportunity to share his wealth. Azirphale wanted to kiss it off him, and had to concentrate to bury his sigh deep where neither of them would hear it.
“I have one stipulation,” Crowley announced once the ties were officially theirs.
“Oh good, a condition for the gift I don’t want.”
Crowley continued as if he hadn’t heard, “You have to wear it now. Don’t make me carry it around all day.”
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