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corpsekittin · 10 months

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Something in the Water Part 2

Part 2 of Something in the Water

There's been an unexplained epidemic sweeping across the United States all stemming from few months ago. It seemed like in a single day all of Los Angeles was.... changed somehow. They'd all become homophobic, straight, conservative Christians. Nobody could figure out what or who was the cause. Now, months later a little over half of the United States have been affected. The United States has been completely isolated from the rest of the world due to what's going on in the nation. It's gotten so bad that even the United Kingdom and Canada have shut their borders to all travel from the United States. As far as anywhere is aware the United States is the only country that has been affected by the changes occurring. _________________ Darien left the house after kissing his boyfriend Riley goodbye. He wanted to stay behind to take care of his boyfriend as he had started to feel a bit unwell shortly before Darien had to leave for work but Riley told him to just go and that he will be just fine. He showed up to work his job as an intern for the local water plant and noticed things were a little off. He was let in by a stud of a man with a thick southern accent named Tanner. He thought it odd because it'd always been a skinny little guy named Tommy who'd always let him in. He decided to just ignore it and continue off to work. The whole shift started to be weird to him so many southerners were working today. He figured there must have just been a bunch of new hires and he kept working as usual. After all, he has only been an intern for a couple months now. Who's to say the previous people working those jobs didn't just leave and needed replacing? A few hours into the job he decided to take a break. He brewed himself a cup of coffee using the "Farmer Joe's Instant coffee" and water from the break room. He walked out to a private area and pulled his cell out and decided to call his boyfriend. As it rang he took a large sip of his coffee. "Hello, Riley." he spoke into the phone. He loved that man so much, they had met when they were freshmen in college. It was love at first sight for him, well for Riley it took him a few days but eventually he fell for him. "Riley? Have ya hit yer head or somethin'?" a man with a thick southern accent on the other side line said "The name's Ryan, how in sam hell did ya' forget that? Is your ass drunk again? Ya better not be plannin' to hog all that beer." Darien felt his body start to freeze as he hung up the phone in a daze. He couldn't believe it. He looked at his phone and saw it does say Ryan. He could of sworn he called his boyfriend Riley... Wait, boyfriend? but isn't he single? He felt his body start to get a little hot and the urge to pee so he went to the bathroom. He kept drinking his coffee as he was headed to the bathroom. His body only got hotter and it felt like his shirt was becoming tighter as he was walking. Unknown to him his body had begun changing and started to inflate with muscle and height. He set his coffee down on the counter as went over to a urinal to take a piss. Dartiy's previously mid length blonde hair receded to become short and brown. His body started to strain on him so he took it off. His mind began to flood with conflicting memories. Suddenly he started to remember being raised surrounded by country boy's despite not living in the country, going to church every Sunday even though he had been an atheist and Durty even remembered his first girlfriend, Kimberly. That thought shocked him and had him confused because isn't he gay? Wasn't the first person he dated a boy named Kayden? The shirt in his hand had turned into a camo hat as he was thinking that. He felt an irresistible compulsion to put the hat on his head and when he did the world around him seemed to spin and shook his head and suddenly he was somewhere else entirely. He started calling himself an idiot cuz really? Him, Dusty Adams, being a fag? "A fag could never look this good" he thought as he looked at himself in the the mirror and started to flex in all his shirtless glory. He grabbed the beer he had set on the sink counter and chugged the last of it before letting out a loud belch and walking out of his bathroom. He called his neighbor Ryan up and told him his plans and to get ready. He went to his garage and grabbed a case of beers, texted some hoes where to show up and headed off Ryan's to share some beer and get them some pussy. Farmer Joe's plans are working. Now it's not just the water he is affecting and soon, all of the United States shall be changed for the better.

#gay to straight #homophobic #Atheist to Christian #Liberal to Conservative

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lesbiansgoal · 12 days

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#homophobic #transphobes

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sunbeamedskies · 6 months

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Reminder that Hamas is an anti-black terror organization. They do not represent Palestinians or any kind of freedom. Their only goal is to subjugate Jews, black people, queer people, women, and anyone who represents progressive values or is a minority to them. Fact check whenever you come across something like this- even when you usually trust the info you get from a page

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panphilosopher · 1 month

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politijohn · 1 year

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#lgbt #Lgbtq #important #current events #news #Florida #bigotry #homophobic #homophobia #transphobia #lgbt rights #equality #politics #us politics #government #the left

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dragons-in-spaceee · 1 year

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Hngndhdhsnsnhfhfnfnfhgh the way he cares for Holmes,,, walks him through what they’re going to do next,,,, pours him tea,, takes it slow,,,, hngndnfhghg,,,,,

#longer version wouldn’t upload >:(#homophobic #hope this one uploads :/#holmes x watson #granada holmes #sherlock holmes #john watson #video

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meet-the-coffee · 3 months

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Nemesis | [ Speeding Bullet ]

A very cringe and gay fanfic I published on wattpad originally :')

They are so gay actually... and I am cringe but I am free.......

Authors Note: I don't really write or read fanfics or even books in general these days... sad. But I was inspired by an artist and I made this, lmao,, it's not graphic and no it barely contains any fluff or anything, but it does imply something at one part.

Please keep in mind that I don't write or read often at all, so this being pure shite isn't supposed to come as a surprise lmao...

That said, I'm also Swedish, so I apologize for awkward wording, misspellings or grammatical errors!

Content Warning: This story contains content such as suggestive reactions, aggressive behaviour, blood, internalized homophobia and homophobic behavior and slurs.

Read at your own risk.

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What would otherwise be a very typical friday afternoon for team Red, had turned in to a few hours of complete frustration for the team's scout.

Jeremy had rounds before this felt the exciting thrills of bouncing off rooftops and straight in to the enemy team's spawn to whack people right in their heads, as well as zooming up to the enemy Sniper to give him a whack as well. He had been snickering the whole morning, putting enemy after enemy in the spawner, blasting them right in the face, bouncing around avoiding missiles, grenades and bulletshots.

He had been downright annoying, and he loved it.

Finally he could maybe for once be respected for his success and ability.

He was so ready for it.

One of the snipers in team Blu completely raged after getting hit with a fish, splashing that rotting ocean water not only over the sniper's face, but also over the walls and anything else within range.

That same sniper sat in spawn after that, furious and cussing outloud, when another one, a fellow sniper, had finally decided to crawl out of his hole and come fight the red team.

The latter sat on the bench and watched as the former was complaining. While the first was always loud, furious and whiney, the latter was a reserved and methodical man. He always thought the other was a bit of an obnoxious mouthbreather, who never seemed to learn from his experiences. The theory was that he was too busy fuming about things and wanting black-seighted revenge.

The loudmouth's name was Lawrence, "Larry", while the other was Mick, "Mickey".

Mick had recently joined the team, but seemed to be a solid bullseye. He had a feeling Larry might be laid off if he didn't learn from his mistakes soon.

The two of them entered the battlefield again, both heading over to sit in their own little towers to peer through their scopes. They were not located many feet off from each other. Every once in a while, the trigger went off, and the familiar echo of the rifle rang through the valley.

While Mick sat in silence, he could hear the "Shit!" escaping Larry's mouth every now and then.

'Amateur.'

He listened intently. He took a silent, deep breath. At the very peak, he holds it... Bang.

'Down you go.'

He watched the enemy collapse as he reloaded his rifle. He jolted by the yelping of his fellow sniper in the tower to his east. He snapped his gaze to his teammate, who he discovered to be overrun by the same scout he had been whining about earlier.

Mick got on his feet, raised his scope against his shoulder. Clear shot on the obnoxious scout. He pulled the trigger, and silence once again befalls the two towers.

Mick lowered his rifle, his eyes fixed on Larry, who was now correcting his vest and sunglasses.

Larry tried a nonchalant sniffle and gave a thumbs up.

Mick replied with an amused huff before sitting back down.

It didn't take long before Larry had been left alone by the enemy scout, and instead been frustrated by Mick "stealing" his kills.

Mick hadn't any intent to steal anything -- He was only doing his job after all.

It soon lead up to Larry throwing in the towel for the night, as the battle seemed to tire itself out.

There weren't many fighters left on the field. Even fewer were the enemies remaining.

Mickey, who had arrived a few hours later than the others, had only gotten started, he figured.

Besides, he had found a new favourite toy...

That scout from before.

He hadn't been able to get even close to the towers since Mick had been taking a liking to him.

This scout was fast. He was skilled. Unfortunately, Mick was just a bit quicker. And calculating.

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The sun laid low now. It was snuggling up behind the mountains, and Mickey needed a small break soon. He choked a yawn, wondering where that scout had gone off to. The last four rounds, Mick had been chasing that speeder around with his scope, making him dance before blasting him back to last week.

It had been a while now...

Had he given up for the day? Was he pouting in his spawn?

Mick sat in his silence, sipping his coffee.

And suddenly...

The slightest change in atmosphere.

The softest pat of rubbersole on wooden boards.

Mickey shot up on his feet, kukri in hand, now facing the doorway.

There he stood. Sweating. There was a sense of horror in the scout's eyes, like stepping right in to a bear's den.

The scout had let his mouth slightly ajar, breathing whispering huffs of adrenaline, staring straight in to Mickey's glass-shaded eyes.

Mick held the kukri firmly in his hand. The corner of his mouth pulled, and he snickered.

Scout was, surprisingly enough, holding his handgun, pointed somewhere in chest-height of Mick's stature. Scout took slow steps in to the room before moving along the wall.

The odds were against Mick this time.

And yet, he went for it. He wasn't sure if the scout's aim was genuinely awful or if he only pulled the trigger when the sniper had thrown himself out of the way, but something felt off about it. He missed his shot.

Mick went in with his kukri, throwing the scout against the wall, threatening Scout's throat with a perfect angle for a good slice. In this motion, Mick had managed pinning the scout's right arm to the wall, holding the gun aimed away from their faces.

Scout had yelped at the motion, thrashing and kicking. Mick held steady. The former was now frantically staring at his arm, as if trying to force it to muster strength to overpower the sniper's grasp. He darted his eyes into the stranger's eyes before trying to find somewhere less uncomfortable to look.

Mick wasn't wavering. He held himself composed, sternly looking at this quivering puppy.

'So helpless.'

The scout gave labored huffs of attempts to keep fighting back.

This was where Mick noticed the tears.

It distracted him enough to instinctively letting his guard down, which slightly loosened his grip.

This gave Scout an opportunity. It was only a split second, but it was enough for him.

Jeremy head-butted the sniper, and once a brief distance had been allowed, Scout flicked the gun upside down in his hand and struck the sniper over the face.

Mickey dropped the kukri as he staggered back, yet remained on his feet. That had pissed him off.

He came back with a swing of his fist and sat a solid bullseye on the scout's nose. There was loud crack, and blood.

And yet, Scout composed himself before he went in again, and this time, fired his gun with seemingly more attempt to kill.

In a last-second decision to move out of the way, the sniper's wound landed in the shoulder. He grunted and staggered, before swinging his other arm out. He managed to knock the gun out of the Red's hand, before grabbing him in the collar and shoving him around. They danced half a circle, landing the scout on the desk.

Mickey was fuming. He had made a mistake letting the scout distract him with those puppy eyes.

He really shoved him on the desk. He held a hard grasp of the enemy's jaw, almost squishing his well-sculptured face. Mick growled through a tooth-gritting smirk.

"Dominated," he almost snarled through his teeth, pushing his face close enough to Scout's to feel his own warm breath bounce back.

The scout teared up once again. The blood from his nose was running still, while the tears mirrored it, running down his right cheek.

"Sissy," the blue whispered coldly into Jeremy's ear.

Jeremy had tried so hard to get rid of this enemy.

He had no clue why the team had decided to appoint him the mission of taking him down.

Did they think it would be the same as with the other sniper? Regardless, they viewed him as a carpet. There had been plenty of other people capable in the red team, yet none seemed willing. They had shoved that mission on Scout, rather than admit their own incapability.

He had gotten his ass totally kicked the entire afternoon and evening, with his closest thing to success being wounding his nemesis in the shoulder.

He felt defenseless.

This man was leaning over him, pressing himself onto Jeremy.

He felt the stranger's hand searching for its way up under Jeremy's own arm, which he had put on the sniper's shoulder in an attempt to hold distance between them.

He felt the soft tug of the chain around his neck. The man was peering down at it. He sneered once again, and the scout realized immediately.

"Jeremy, eh?" he now looked at Scout, satisfaction plastered in those cold eyes. The dogtag had just given a name to the enemy, which was not a comforting fact to Jeremy.

"You've been quite a mayhem to my colleague, I've heard," Mickey finally admitted. "And you've been quite a toy for me to mess with."

The timing of getting his head shoved in the gutter didn't feel appropriate, so Jeremy forced himself out of there. It sent goosebumps down his arms.

"You're quick on your feet, Jeremy," the aussie chuckled. "You almost had me... You were so, so close."

Jeremy listened. Usually, Jeremy is one to put up a good conversation while others sat in silence. As of right now, he just wasn't sure what to respond.

"You were however completely dominated. I've been dominating you since you showed up in my colleague's tower."

He corrected his stance, still pushing the scout to the desk.

He moved his leg, as it had gotten uncomfortable where it stood.

He moved it just a bit hastily, landing his mid-thigh where he thought was next to Jeremy's inner thigh.

Which... It was. However, this sudden movement had landed too well between the scout's legs.

Jeremy gave a surprised gasp, shoving hard on the other's vest, forcing distance between them.

Mick stopped dead in his tracks, studying Jeremy's reaction through unbelieving eyes. He didn't notice it himself at first, but it was instantly salivating in his mouth.

"You like that, you li'l freak," Mickey stated, rather than asked. "You can't even help your own face."

He continued studying the Red's body language, as Jeremy composed himself and stood up.

"You wish," Jeremy now wiped the blood from his face with the back of his hand.

"It seems more like... you wish." Mick sneered, giving a nod as he shot an implying glance down Scout's body.

Scout got flustered and looked squirmy.

"You... we're both guys! You know that just happens sometimes, I mean... c'mon, man! As if that hasn't happened to you in absolutely awkward moments... I mean... c'mon...!"

The time seemed to pause for a second.

They just looked at each other for a moment.

Until Mick broke out in full laughter.

Jeremy wasn't sure how to react. He started nervously joining in, before he also realized just how funny this was.

Scout and Sniper had just been trying to murder each other, and now they were laughing at men's anatomy needing a bug fix.

At least that's what Scout was laughing at. Until the blue asked the question, still cackling.

"You are a definite gay, aren't you!"

Scout sort of calmed his laughter a bit, processing this comment, before he laughed a bit further.

"Takes one to know one, am I right?"

The two of them laughed themselves to tears for a while, before having to sit on the floor and calm down.

They sat there in silence for a while.

Mickey gave Jeremy a cup of coffee.

"So... same time tomorrow, then?" Jeremy broke the silence.

"Sure."

"Cool, cool..."

...

"So are you actually gay? Or did you just call me that to insult me?"

"Do you want me to be?" Mick peered up at him, taking a sip from his cup.

"Is that an invitation?" Jeremy chuckled nervously, "nah, I mean... I like girls..."

Another pause. The sniper took a silent sip of his coffee.

"You mean, you like girls too."

"Huh? What? Oh! Erm... no! I mean... yes? Wait... I like girls. That's it. Yeah. I like girls. That's all."

"... Do you like girls dominating you, too?"

Jeremy's ears got hot. His cheeks too.

"No."

"So why'd you react like that?"

"Because. I... just. I don't know. I don't know, okay! I don't know. I like girls."

They sat silent for a bit, Mick sweeping the last bit of coffee before getting up. He cracked his back.

"You're like an old man, y'know." Scout teased him, also getting up on his feet.

"I sure feel like one," Sniper sighed as his body was snapping and cracking.

"Aren't you only like, literally four years older than me?"

"Yes."

"So why do you look like a grandpa?"

"Not sure. Why do you look like a 10 year old?"

"I do not!" Scout punched his arm.

"Maybe not, but you sure act like one."

Jeremy scoffed. "Unbelievable! What a jerk-face."

"Jerk-face? You are a walking example of what I just said."

Both of them gave a small laugh.

"Alright, asshole, I'm heading back to base. Thanks for not murdering me, and for breaking my nose."

"You're alright, Jeremy."

"You, too! Though... I never got your name?"

"Mick."

"Mick? Alright. I know what that rhymes with."

"You can grow up aaany moment now..." Mick pretended to look at a wristwatch.

"Oh, fuck off. I'm funny." Another mutual laughter.

"Alright. Head off, then."

"Aight. Get yourself to bed now, grandpa!"

"Sure will."

"Buh-bye!"

Mick hesitated, but decided anyway.

"Hey Jeremy?"

"Huh?"

"I like girls, too."

Jeremy's uncertain chuckle echoed.

"Alright, good to know!"

"Emphasis on 'too'"

"... oh... Oh! Oh, alright! Uh... Same, dude."

"Yeah."

"... Yeah... G'night then!"

"G'night"

The moon was sitting high on the sky by now. The red shirt of the scout vanishing down the valley had turned to purple in the blue moon light, and the sniper gathered his stuff before heading out as well.

What an odd day at work.

He could barely wait until dawn to meet his new-found nemesis again.

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #tf2 sniper #tf2 scout #sniperscout #speeding bullet #fanfic #mature #suggestive #blood #aggressive #homophobia #homophobic #slur #cw slur #cw blood #fanfiction

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oldshowbiz · 2 months

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1987.

Reed Irvine’s Accuracy in Media was funded by the Scaife Foundation, the Olin Foundation, and the Coors beer dynasty.

It was connected to the Heritage Foundation, the Council for National Policy, and the Moral Majority.

They sent out weekly missives complaining about movies, TV shows, and news reports.

#cranks #reed irvine #think tank #1980s #america #homophobic #lgbtq

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corpsekittin · 1 year

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Helping A Bro Out

Hunter and Jake were getting really annoyed by just how nerdy, faggy and weak their little bro was so they decided they needed to do something about it. They were REAL men , but Arthur was an embarrassment to them. He was a short, skinny blond twink nerd. They needed a plan of action that would make him into the man he should be... A strong, confident stud jock bro who could fuck any woman he wanted.

They tried to force Arthur into working out a couple days ago and they tried to hook him up with some chicks they knew despite knowing him to be gay, which caused them to have a huge fight and they haven’t talked much since.

A few days later Arthur heard a knock on his bedroom door and opened it to see his brothers.

"Hey, bro," said Hunter, holding out a small box that looked like it probably had clothes in it. "We're here to apologize for the other day”

Arthur smiled at them both and took the box from Hunter's hand. He then closed the door behind him as he opened it up. Inside was a shirt of his favorite superhero.

He texted them and thanked them both for the gift and put the shirt on. As he did this, he felt himself wanting to work out for some reason, despite him hating getting sweaty.

He ran out to his brothers as they were about to set off for the gym. They grinned as he approached, knowing what he was about to ask. “Hey can I come with you,” Arthur asked. The pair obliged, pretending to show amazement at this.

Once inside the gym, he found himself wanting to lift more weights than he ever had before and to work out. He went over to the stack machine to begin his work out. As he was working out, his changes started to progress further. Arthan felt his muscles begin to grow in size and his shirt began to become looser and smaller. Athan’s pecs bubble up and jut out with thick hard muscle, his abs grew thick and tight and his legs grew longer and became hunks of thick meat.

His face was also changing, becoming recognizable. When he saw glimpses of it in the mirror, he only saw the face of some masculine stud.

After he finished his workout, he looked at himself and saw just how much he had physically changed and the fact that at some point he had entirely lost his shirt. He looked around to see where it could’ve gone. He felt quite embarrassed at being half naked in the gym, as he hadn’t been like this before.

Hunter saw his bro was clearly uncomfortable being shirtless, so he pulled off his own and tossed it to him, telling him to put it on and to stop being a wuss about showing his muscles off.

When Athan put on his older bro’s shirt, he felt his muscles explode to even more massive proportions. His blond hair grew to a dark brown color and his face grew facial hair on it. He felt his mind and memories alter and change. Ethan suddenly remembered playing sports growing up, joining the football team just like his older bros had done, getting any chick he wanted, bullying the nerds and the fags and wanting to become a professional bodybuilder.

Ethan turned around to see a hot buxom woman checking him out and he walked up to her.

Hunter and Jake eagerly watched as their little bro wooed her back to the men’s room. As he opened the door he caught them and winked before falling in behind her. The pair bumped fists and grinned as their little bro was just how they wanted.

#gay to straight #nerd to jock #homophobic

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