Its Sinostra Time Everybody Clutch Yer Purses

its sinostra time everybody clutch yer purses

plus a bonus interdorm hijacking:

ed’s texting style makes me a little sick to my stomach to look at to be entirely honest 😭 which is why it took me so long to introduce him to the twtverse. that one message alone took me like a solid three minutes to type out </3 it is with a heavy heart i say…. obscuary is next…. (/j)

need to estabilish myself in the td fandom so here are all the Romeo abbreviations that i collected

BB - basic bitch

SIH - shrivel in hell

BTH - blundering thoughtless hooligan

EITS - eyes in the sky

DYUTT - drink yourself under the table

TGA - tiresome good-for-nothing asshole

HS - headshot

HDY - how dare you

OOTWR - out of touch with reality

WRK -

DYFJ - do your fucking job

DOF -

FLB - fighting a losing battle

SOP - smiley old prude

WTWUT - wall-to-wall useless trash

i would like an explanation to the remaining two please sir Romeo Scorpius Lucci

jack of no trades. master of fuck all

he’s so “cool”, “calm”, and “collected” when he’s over explaining medical jargon he makes me SICK TO MY STOMACH (butterflies) i want to PUKE when i see him (kiss him)

mc has to wear one of those awful paper hospital gowns as they prep for an impromptu surgery and they’re all flustered and blushy bc their entire ass is out and he’s like “would you pull urself together for five minutes and get on the vivisection surgery table i’m trying to save your life here.”

and then mc takes off their jacket to help carry around medical supplies and he nearly passes out from how hot his face got LMAO

jiro’s like “are you getting sick what the fuck”

You think Yuri is the type of guy who would go crazy over seeing ankles? He's a victorian man seeing ankles for the first time.

Yuri sees PC's ankles: "THIS IS UTTERLY PREPOSTEROUS!! T-THIS PRONOGRAPHY!"

Jiro causally bleeding on the bed: "How scandalous. Please tend to my wounds."

listening to chicago’s cell block tango is just banger line after banger line.

“i fired two warning shots. into his head.”

“y’know, some guys just can’t hold their arsenic.”

“and then he ran into my knife. he ran into my knife ten times.”

“i was in such a state of shock. i completely blacked out, i can’t remember a thing… it wasn’t until later, when i was washing the blood off my hands, i even knew they were dead.”

“i guess you can say we broke up because of artistic differences. he saw himself as alive. i saw him as dead.”

even if you don’t like musicals or chicago, 10/10 would recommend anyone to listen at least once