smooth / jazz *

so i’ll be gone from august 23rd -- august 26th at a convention. i’ll have my laptop, however, replies will be scarce until i’m able to actually do replies on any of my blogs. to contact me, i’d add me on discord (ask in IMS on any of my blogs for the username) or on my instagram (as i’ll be posting the most updates there) and i might post here and there on my twitter! 

blogs affected by this hiatus:

@addedchallenge

@turingtestr

SUICIDAL TENDENCIES TW !!!!!

         he has to think about admitting this answer, because he doesn’t really know how to say it out loud. the answer is no. he used to fear it, but now he just craves it, like an addiction that he just doesn’t want to kick. something that he has tried again and again to fix. a simple game of spin and shoot. a game he seems to never be able to win. blank. blank. blank. it’s never on the right spot. one day he hopes he gets drunk enough to not remember to only put one bullet in the gun. 

but spinning the barrel will seem wrong. it’s his life in god’s hands. a god that hank isn’t positive belongs in his mind anymore.       “ eh. “ it’s a dismissive response. a usual response from hank. a neither ‘yes’ nor ‘no’. something that won’t spike up worry in others. not that he cares. it’s his life, not theirs. if he tries to kill himself daily through alcohol, or a little game of chance- who’s to judge him for that ?  death will be a happy invitation to spend the rest of eternity with his son. the child he’ll never get to watch grow up anymore. 

             “ ‘guess not. “

          “ oh fuckin’ christ, NOT AGAIN. tell connor to knock it off with that kawaii-cutesy-bullshit metal. “ he pauses, though, debating if he should admit to... sort of enjoying at least one of their songs. ( but he’d never mention listening to ヘドバンギャー！ in his car, very far away from connor. )

   “ no way. not in ten thousand years. “