#emo confessions

Today is a big day for me. As I have binge purchased and read several volumes of No Guns Life, Juzo Inui has risen to the tippy top of my anime baby daddys list. Dabi is no longer my home screen on my phone. Juzo is. I am a grown woman. I like stability with my murderous men. I mean an office, a code of honor, low-key taking on a parental role type beat. Sure he's a hit man but like he could hit me any day of the week. Yes I am slowly loosing it. Yes my therapist is going to hear about this and she isn't going to be excited lmao.

more importantly the next time i get paid I am buying a fig of him :)

My drug of choice is rewatching the last two episodes of Devilman Crybaby to feel every known human emotion in about an hour and then nothing for at least the next 5. 

Hey I'm back from the dead, I'll have some more posts about manga and the Tramp Stamp situation up soon but anyways...

Guys my dreams got me fucked up. Like I feel creepy for having it. I had a dream about a member of a band I like and it was super PG. Like I don't think we kissed or anything. What the fuck. Like this is weird. I'm an adult having fan dreams like this feels weird to me. It was really sweet though...

So we all know I simp for questionable characters and by questionable I mean serial killers and sociopaths. But its okay cause they’re not real uwu. (Being a creepypasta fan for a couple of years like character creepypastas not like good shit like no end house and ect but that’s neither here nor there.) 

But I just realized my best boys are the same character just in a different font??? Like Rin Okumura, Akira Fudo, and Itadori Yuuji. Like they are the same character in a different font. Like what does this say about me? Is it religious trauma or do I actually have Lucifer/Antagonist complex. Like I know those arent real turns but like the negative version of protagonist syndrome if that makes sense.