#like fuck thise fucking stupid bullshit

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I just the video and what the actual fuck ? I dont know what I fucking thought that they did it by accident or some stupid shit that they tear gas or miscalculated or something and he died but no. George Floyd was begging, BEGGING, the stupid son of a bitch pressing his neck FOR 6 MINUTES. 6 MINUTES OF HIM TELLING THEM THAT HE COULDN'T BREATHE, SAYING PLEASE PLEASE AND THEY FUCKING DID NOTHING. THAT FUCKER KEPT PRESSING ON HIS NECK FOR 6 MINUTES, EVEN WHEN HE STOPPED RESPONDING AND THE FUCKING PEOPLE POINTED IT OUT. HE STILL DIDN'T MOVE. HOW HEARTLESS YOU GOTTA BE FOR THAT, WHAT WAS THE FUCKING POINT.

AND LIKE THE FUNNIEST THING IS JOHN BOYEGA WRITING FUCK RACISM ON TWITTER AND EVERYONE BEING LIKE NOT ALL WHITE PEOPLE. HE DIDNT EVEN MENTION WHITE PROPLE. SO FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU CAUSE IF YOU'RE STANDING BY AND HAVE THE TIME TO SCREAM AT HIM FOR HIS TWEET YOU HAVE THE TIME TO SIGN PETITIONS, DONATE, STAND UP FOR BLACK PEOPLE AND IF YOU'RE DOING NOTHING WHILE THIS IS HAPPENING THEN YOU ARE PART OF THE FUCKING PROBLEM.

#im so done #like fuck thise fucking stupid bullshit #fuck racism #black people #black lives matter #george floyd #john boyega #blm #white people #america #politics #activism #equality #slavery #black culture

[butchyena]

i literally cannot stress enough how hurtful to yourself and your own social standing with other people it is to base your entire personality and communication skills on your twitter feed

#people who talk like theyre just reading their twitter feed make me so fucking secondhand embarassed it physically hurts #please talk to a real person please have a conversation without quoting something you saw or heard online please remember basic communicatio #and >IN MY OWN EXPERIENCE< people like this also have either incredibly small or no social group whatsoever #OR their social group is all people just like them and theyre the most insufferable gaggle of adult toddlers youve ever been subjected to #and thise groups always explode because of some stupid insular drama thats ALWAYS 2016 level tumblr bullshit #that wouldnt even bother a normal person to the point it would destroy an entire froend group

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Lol and now its time for me to actually address some things. This isnt going to be a huge call out post because quite frankly im not the type to want to have fucking internet beef with people.

But this needs to be said. All of this shit happened because Cort ( @pogue-writings )stated her opinion in regards to not liking Jiara, Kaylee ( @socialwriter ) also did the same fucking thing. But neither of them were disrespecting snyone in any way shape or form. If you took offense and got bothered by opinions regarding fictional characters thats your thing, i get it, it happens. I get irritated when people dont like the ships i do, its normal. Not everyone likes the same shit.

But whats not fucking normal or okay is for people to make posts VAGUEING ONE ANOTHER, not just one person, a plethora of people going back and forth making these posts to talk shit. So dont think im over here calling out Dea ( @maybankiara ) and saying shes a horrible person because I’m not. That is one person who made one post that in my honest to God opinion was blown out of proportion by other people (NOT kaylee nor cort) egging shit on, especially anons.

If people respond to you vagueing them, thats on you. I dont care about the situation at hand, vagueing people is childish. Especially when you’re genuinely talking shit just to talk shit, it accomplishes nothing and you just look like a tool. This doesnt just apply to one person-no its a common thing that happens in this fandom and it needs to stop.

And sure things blow out of proportion but to go into someones inbox and openly talk shit about other blogs/people on this site is fucking disgusting. It’s childish and it contributes to the negative and toxic culture that is already present. Then if you respond to thise kinds of asks where anons BLATANTLY state a blogs name and you don’t @ them you’re also childish. Idc if that bothers you to read but its the truth, talking shit on people openly but not wanting to @ them just boggles my mind. Ive seen this shit happen across multiple accounts today and in the past when conflicts arise on the dash.

Then to people who are really still trying to cause problems after all is said and SHOULD BE DONE, youre not solving things, your approach to the situation is showing that you want to create more problems rather than solving them. Cut that shit out. If you don’t know how to properly mediate a situation don’t try to. Youre allowed to have your friends backs but honestly truly CORT AND KAYLEE DID NOT DISRESPECT ANYONE so dont send other blogs hate about them or send them hate.

So for them to recieve hate and smart ass remarks is fucking childish. Youre upset for someone not liking the same ship as you, and calling it out for its underlying issues and refusing to acknowledge the fact that said issues exist just make you ignorant. Also calling a member of the lgbtq+ community homophobic or biphobic is fucking disgusting especially when issues like internalized homophobia are huge deals in these communities.

And that goes along the same lines for Dea, dont send her hate. I dont give a fuck whos right or whos wrong to you in this situation, sending people hate is fucking stupid. Not everyone is going to agree on certain matters and thats OKAY but dont cast judgements on people for what they chose to like and dislike.

And finally: Don’t come at me sideways unless you’re actually educated wnough to back up your arguments because I am not the one two or three. If you want to have a conversation like two civil humans and adults then we can do so.

But cut the bullshit out.

[cobwebsaint]

BLEASE DO THE SPIT FIC

AHHHH YES alright obligatory NSFW warning and link to the original if anybody is compelled to leave some sweet kudos or a comment or anything. The garbage stays under the cut for the sake of your eyeballs and your dash.

[Before we even get into the meat of this mf let it be known I was BULLIED into participating in the Slipknot body fluids garbage trend and I still hate it but god was it all downhill from there. Y’all know who you are. Bitch.]

Corey really did have a hard fucking time shutting up, and it almost always got him in some level of shit. After getting the shit kicked out of him at bars and parties and shows approximately three trillion times, you would have thought he’d learned his lesson. 

He did not. 

[I have never spoken a word that was not true. The Corey Taylor gremlin is just an obnoxious big mouthed creecher. He cannot help thise.]

The man had no off button. He knew it, everybody else knew it— it was just something they all had to live with. Jim especially. Jim signed on for this bullshit every single day.

That was his own fault.

[Ah yes, the birthplace of what is now known as the domestic nightmares AU. I promise I’m actually gonna write it. I have a whole sandbox doc. But point is they’re stupid and they’re gross and they’re boyfriends.]

He was off on some godforsaken tangent again about nothing in particular, which Jim had tuned out a good ten minutes ago. Sometimes he felt a little bad about how easy it’d become to turn Corey to white noise, but then he caught something about what Ted Bundy did right or pounding back all the Kool-Aid at Jonestown (“It’s Flavor-Aid, James.”) and decided it wasn’t such a terrible thing after all. Some things were just better left alone. Letting Corey babble while Jim mindlessly twisted his fingers through his curls was a pretty good option in Jim’s book.

Of course, that was all up until Corey inevitably realized he was being ignored and made it a point to get the spotlight back. 

[In which Jim shares the same emotion towards Corey and his Sagittarius center of attention disease as the rest of us.]

Jim shifted away from the finger that was jabbing him hard in the ribs, pulling a face and looking down at Corey who had propped himself up on his chin, laying on Jim’s stomach. “What’d I do this time? Jesus.”

“You better be thinkin’ about something real fuckin’ important.” 

[Bold of him to assume Jim is experiencing thoughts at all tbh.]

“Oh yeah. Daydreaming about the day you’re finally able to sit and shut up for more than ten seconds.”

[Aren’t we all.]

Corey narrowed his eyes, punching Jim in the side, satisfied with the “Ow!” he earned in response. “You fuckin’ prick. You don’t get to complain.”

“I get to complain the most. Nobody else sitting here listening to you talk about the logistics of having a conjoined twin, y’know. I’ve earned that right fair and square, dude.”

“What, you’re telling me you haven’t thought about how you’d—”

“No.”

“Bullshit.”

[Just in case you were wondering, (you probably weren’t) the gremlin is thinking about how you’d fuck with a conjoined twin.]

Jim rolled his eyes and shook his head, but he still couldn’t hide the dumb little smirk that wanted to tug at the corners of his lips. “God, what the fuck is wrong with you?” 

Corey started up again and Jim immediately cut him off, reaching over to clap a hand over his mouth. “Ah! Don’t. Just. Shut up.”

[Jim: asks that question

Corey: starts telling his entire life story for the sixtieth time that week]

Corey batted Jim’s hand away, pushed himself up, crawling in close enough to swing a leg over Jim, straddling his hips. He leaned in, probably half a millimeter from Jim’s face, hands planted at either side of his head, curls cascading down around him. He was still pretty even when he was being a bastard and it was total bullshit. 

[You’re just mad your dick won’t you stay mad at him, James.]

“Make me.” 

Jim snorted a laugh. “Just say you want me to choke you out and be done with it.”

“Nah, that’s you. ‘Sit on my dick and strangle me, it’ll be great.”

“Don’t make me out to be the fuckin’ pervert when you’re the one begging me to step on your balls,” Jim retorted, barely even batting an eye. 

Corey sat up a little, leering down at Jim and running his tongue over his teeth. Eventually he just resigned to it. “Fair. But you’re still gross.”

[Points were made. There ain’t no winning here lbr.]

“Mhm. Right.” Jim reached up, threading a hand messy through Corey’s hair to bring him into a kiss. “You done bitching yet? Can I go back to only kinda hearing the crazy shit that comes out of your mouth again?”

“Hell no,” he said, shaking his head for that extra touch of dramatic emphasis. “Do you even know who you’re talking to? If you weren’t the size of a goddamn skyscraper I’d swear you just crawled out of whatever pit you came from.”

“Maybe I’m dumb, but I’m not that dumb. The great big mouth will never be silenced.” Jim giggled, bringing a knee up to knock Corey over beside him. He rolled over, pinning him down instead. “Y’know, except maybe when you’ve got a dick shoved in your face. Still making noise, but at least you’re not fuckin’ talking.”

Corey got a look on his face like he’d just reinvented the wheel, squinting his eyes up in a shit-eating grin, and Kill Bill sirens started going off in Jim’s head. No. Nope. We are under attack. This couldn’t be anything good. 

“Okay, but just consider— AND HEAR ME OUT, OKAY?” Corey cut in, watching the idea of interrupting him again flicker through Jim’s head. “What about two dicks? I bet I could fit two dicks in my mouth.”

Well. Huh. Maybe that did have Jim some sort of interested. He sat back a little, looking Corey up and down. “…You have my attention.”

“Listen, I know this chick and—” 

Jim had to laugh, ‘cause Corey thinking he was actually gonna share had to be the funniest goddamn thing to happen to him all week. He didn’t consider himself the jealous type. Maybe a little possessive sometimes. But he had to keep a tight leash on Corey Todd “Himbo” Taylor. Him being certified Awful was what got them into this mess in the first place. Jim just had a bad habit of catching feelings. Whatever, clearly Corey was more than okay with it.

[Yes I did use the word himbo in this fic and no I do not accept criticism. Also a bit of lore is that Corey essentially annoyed the absolute dick out of Jim until he was about ready to commit a murder all as an elaborate plan to get a date.]

“Nope, try that again.”

“Alright, what about Mick or—”

“Is that supposed to be better?” 

Corey groaned, punching Jim in the shoulder. “Why you gotta ruin all the fun? Can’t a dude get his face fucked and not get a bunch of shit for it?”

“Never said you couldn’t,” Jim mused. “But if you think I’m gonna let anybody else have that kind of satisfaction, you’re dead wrong dude. I’m the only one around here who deserves it. Take it or leave it.” 

Corey cocked his head to the side, staring Jim down like he was supposed to take him seriously. Like Jim didn’t already know the answer. Like he didn’t know that Corey was physically incapable of turning down the chance to get his shit rocked, whether it happened the way he wanted it to or not. 

“Fuck you. Fine.”

[Okay so this WHOLE FIC was deadass prompted by that stupid fucking picture of Corey with his fist shoved in his mouth skdjfg. So I was talking to Marina and I was like. Y’know. I bet he could fit two dicks in there. And I just kinda went buck wild. Jim was supposed to split the little bastard’s lips and shove a dildo in there too but that. Did not happen. Maybe someday.]

Content, Jim rolled off of him, got to his feet, and made a ‘well?’ gesture. Corey didn’t move, instead shooting him a look. A challenge.

Still playing that game. Alright.

Jim reached down, twisting Corey’s hair around his fist and dragging him towards the edge of the bed. “Really gonna be stubborn when you’re the one who’s begging for it?” 

“You want it all for yourself, you’re gonna have to work for it.” 

[Sir that is not how this works.]

Smug little fucker. Corey had put him through the same act at least a billion times now but somehow he still managed to find a way to get Jim to want to smack the ego right out of him. 

Corey slipped off the bed, knees buckling without (a ton of) struggle when Jim pushed him towards the floor. He tilted Corey’s head back, getting a firm grip on his jaw. 

“How you manage to be so cute while being such a pain in the ass still fuckin’ blows my mind, y’know.”

A giggle bubbled up in Corey’s chest. He strained against the hand in his hair, trying to wriggle his way out of Jim’s hold. He knew it wasn’t gonna happen, but hey— couple fingerprint shaped bruises never hurt anyone. 

[I didn’t realize how weird the wording here was until after I posted it ngl. Like. He’s angling Corey’s head back by pulling his hair and holding him there by holding his jaw. Just. To clear that up. I’ve been obsessing over this one little line for months cuz it’s a little weird but I Am Not Changing It.]

“You love it. Wouldn’t have put up with me this long if you didn’t. It’s okay, Peach. You can admit I’m hot shit.”

“Shut up, would you?” Jim tugged back, drawing a surprised noise out of Corey that only served to melt back into a laugh. “Jesus.”

“Come on, don’t be so touchy. I’m right.” Corey slid a hand up the inside of Jim’s thigh, pressing his palm into him and grabbing his already half-hard cock through his sweats. “If I’m not, then explain this away. Pavlov ain’t got shit on me.”

Nah. Nope. That was more than enough out of him. Jim wrenched Corey’s hand away, taking his hands off him just long enough to shove his sweats and boxers down and free his cock. “Open. And hands to your fuckin’ self.”

[SEE HE JUST MAD HIS DICK ENTERS THE CHAT EVERY TIME COREY’S BEING A LITTLE BITCH.]

Thankfully, that was the one thing that Corey didn’t try and fight. He leaned his head back, opened his mouth, and locked his gaze with Jim’s. Stupid pretty blue eyes practically sparkling, knowing damn well he got Jim good. Fuck. Asshole couldn’t turn it off for a second, could he? 

Jim grabbed him, holding him in place as he guided his dick into his mouth. Warm and wet and fucking perfect as always. This little shit was gonna give him a heart attack some day, he just knew it. 

He started off slow, watching Corey melt into it. Eyes fluttering shut, cheeks hollowing out around him, hands clasped behind his back. Tongue laving expertly around the head of Jim’s cock like it was second nature. Hot shit was a stretch, but hot was a different story. 

“Fuck yeah, that’s good,” Jim groaned, hand anchored on the back of Corey’s head as he rolled his hips into his mouth. “All bark and no bite. Think it would be easier to just say you wanna get used like a toy. Least you’re good at it.”

Corey made a pleased noise, leaning into it, taking Jim’s length deeper. He opened his eyes again, looking up at Jim through his lashes and whining softly. A plea for more. More ‘cause he was a greedy little bastard. 

Jim took the cue, snapping his hips forward, tightening his grip. He heard Corey sputter around him a bit, which only served as further encouragement. He fucked into his mouth in quick, deep thrusts, Corey practically going limp before him. The heat, the way Corey pressed his tongue against the underside of his cock, face contorting a bit every time Jim’s dick hit the back of his throat. Jim was already wrapped tight around the axel but god, it was too pretty of a sight to give up this early in the game. 

Even if it was giving Corey exactly what he was trying for— a happy Corey was a quiet Corey.

Or quieter.

[Ha.]

When Jim let up to let Corey catch his breath, he probably lost about half his brain cell count. Drool running down his chin, lips pink and swollen, crystal eyes brimming with tears— Corey looked practically ethereal. Like, fuck wings and halos. This was as close to angelic as someone could get and Jim fucking loved it. Shit. 

[He do be pretty tho. Also idk where the sudden religious imagery came from but like. I sure did stick with it huh. Whatever it works.]

Jim dragged his thumb over Corey’s bottom lip, breaking strings of spit that connected with his cock. He hooked his thumb under Corey’s chin, slipping two long fingers in his mouth and pressing down on his tongue. 

Corey closed around them, running his tongue between them before bobbing his head and taking them deeper. He moaned around the digits, shifting on his knees a little like he wanted to buck his hips into something that wasn’t there.

Satisfied, Jim retracted his fingers, rubbing them over Corey’s lips and chin and smearing spit across his face while he caught his breath. Jesus fucking Christ. He was feeling more and more like a ticking time bomb by the minute here, and Corey’s stupid obnoxious pretty blissed out face was doing him no favors. 

[At this point I was like. Hmmm. How many different ways can I ruin this stupid little rat’s entire career. This is really just the everything but the kitchen sink fic.]

No matter how good and perfect and fucked up and fucking slutty he looked down on his knees, taking whatever he was given, that didn’t change a damn thing. He was still the same terrible little demon that Jim knew and loved for some godforsaken reason. 

[THEY’RE IN LOVE!!!]

“‘S that it?” he rasped out, in between heavy breaths he knew he was gonna need to savor.

Nevermind. Jim was gonna kill him. Like, absolutely decimate him. 

[I WANT THAT TWINK OBLITERATED]

He thrust back into Corey’s mouth, finding the same fast pace as before. Haphazardly pulling Corey into it, meeting every rut of hips, making him struggle more this time around. Jim watched him squirm, nails biting into his wrists, but they stayed where they were locked behind his back. 

This was that sweet spot, where Corey felt filthy and used and amazing all wrapped up into one. Sure, he could ask for it, but it wouldn’t be nearly as fun. All the back and forth was part of the game that made the end goal that much sweeter. And yes, he was terrible and loved every minute of bugging the shit out of Jim until he finally snapped. It got him the attention, didn’t it?

[I started to veer off into this sort of perspective shift thing and I didn’t know how I felt about it while I was writing it but honestly I really like how it made the story flow.]

He was worlds away for a while, reduced to nothing more than a hole to be filled while Jim fucked his face. All moans and sloppy wet sounds, soaking up every little sensation— stingy pain of his hair being pulled, jaw starting to ache, cock fucking throbbing and leaking a wet spot into his boxers every time he got the least bit of friction. Jim thought Corey was an angel and this was most definitely heaven. 

Of course, Corey only stayed on cloud nine for so long. Jim hit the back of his throat again, holding him there this time. He only gagged a little at first, tears spilling over onto his cheeks. Corey’s eyes shot open and he whimpered around him, but Jim stayed put.

The second wave was worse, and he finally had to unclasp his hands and bring them up to grip onto Jim’s hips— his sign to let up.

Jim let go and pulled back just in time for a full body wretch to hit Corey. He doubled over, bracing himself on his hands, thick, stringy deepthroat spit dripping from his mouth. He hung his head, breathing hard, and Jim felt his cock twitch. 

[Don’t @ me I had just been subjected to not one but SEVERAL puke fics and I was feeling an emotion okay.]

“Oh fuck me,” Jim said out loud, because Jim was a gross horny fool. 

He knelt down, laying his hand against Corey’s cheek, making him lift his head again. He looked positively ruined. Eyes red, cheeks tear stained, whole mouth wet and well used, the front of his shirt starting to go sheer from all the drool. God, all Jim wanted to do was kiss him.

“Good?” Jim asked, and Corey gave a weak nod. Jim moved in a little closer. “Hey, talk to me. You okay? Need to stop?”

“Yeah, ‘m good,” Corey sighed, leaning his forehead against Jim’s. “Don’t wanna stop, no. Was into it, trust me.” He let go of a gravelly laugh, “Just gimme a minute.”

Jim nodded his head, running his thumb along the curve of Corey’s jaw. “Fuckin’ pretty, y’know.”

[Oh no they’re sweet.]

“Peach?”

“Mmm?”

“Shut up. Don’t just look at me like that. You look dumb.”

[Nvm.]

Jim rolled his eyes, “You shut up.” He curled his hand around the back of Corey’s neck and closed what little gap was left between them with a kiss. He tasted like cigarettes and salt and skin and it made Jim’s head spin and his stomach do backflips. Which I mean, was definitely due in part to the fact that his dick was cocked and ready to blow like a shotgun straight through the wall next to him. But Corey— the feel of his skin and the taste on his tongue and his weight on top of Jim when he was being dumb and pretty and needy and refusing to be anything less than the center of attention— well, that never helped Jim’s case. 

Soft little whimpers from Corey were muffled into Jim’s mouth, hands sliding around his broad frame and hiking his shirt up so Corey could trace over the curve of Jim’s spine. Little bit of contact, closeness that was lost when it wasn’t Jim balls deep inside of him. This was okay though. More than okay, fucking fantastic. Good to the point that Corey didn’t even try and fight when Jim pulled away. Especially not when he tugged his head back, making him look up at the ceiling as he licked a stripe from the very bottom of his chin, back to his lips. He kissed him again, like he needed to be attached at the mouth to survive, tongue easily gaining entry into Corey’s mouth and pulling more throaty moans from him. 

[Jk they’re still gross and in love.]

It was over all too quickly, Corey making a sound in protest as Jim pulled away from him and rose to his feet again. Jim yanked his head back, catching his lower lip with his thumb, mouth falling open once more. Before the thought even had the chance of passing through Corey’s mind of what the hell— Jim was bent over him, holding him in place as he spit into his mouth. Or rather back into his mouth. 

Oh. Shit. Alright. 

[Again, everything but the kitchen sink here boys.]

Several emotions flashed across Corey’s face before he settled in at acceptance, staring up at Jim with big, glazed over eyes as he towered over him.

“You want more?”

Corey nodded a very enthusiastic yes.

“Gonna be a good boy for me?”

That was met with some hesitation, knit brows and a shrug of the shoulders like he was weighing his options. Jim just shook his head. “If you’re gonna be a shit, then you can do it your damn self now. Prove you deserve it.”

Corey shot him a look, but he didn’t exactly try and argue. Wouldn’t be the first time he sucked a dick to make a point. Definitely not the last either. He sat up on his knees, wrapping his hand around Jim’s length, working him in slow, even strokes as he teased his tongue over the head. Jim about had an aneurysm from the looks of it and Corey couldn’t help but giggle. 

Jim knocked his knuckles against the side of Corey’s face. Not hard enough to hurt, but still enough to make him knock it the fuck off.

Stupid slut. 

[This still makes me giggle. Like you bap a fucking cat on the nose dksgdfj.]

Sucking the tip of Jim’s dick into his mouth, Corey gave a contented hum. He bobbed his head up and down, keeping pace with his hand, Jim lazily tracing his fingertips over the stubble on his cheeks. He mumbled a string of praise— ‘fuck yeah, baby’ and ‘so fucking good’ and ‘shit, just like that.’ Caught up and fucked up all over again. Corey Taylor was a bastard and Jim wasn’t about to give him up for a goddamn thing. 

Corey pulled off of him with a filthy ‘pop,’ wasting little time between then and ducking his head down to tongue at Jim’s balls. For what had to be the billionth time in the past ten minutes, Jim was briefly convinced he was going to leave this earth entirely. It was all he could do, to watch dumbly as Corey worked from left to right, sucking and moaning and swirling his tongue in just the right way to make Jim’s dick visibly twitch in his hand 

“Jesus fuck, baby.”

Jesus fuck, indeed. He was already seeing stars and he still hadn’t come yet. Here he was, giving the incentive of more when his knees were about to buckle. Who’s the jackass now?

[Me: writing oral sucks it’s always awkward and repetitive

Also me: stretches the oral to 5k]

Jim’s head fell back as Corey worked his way back up his length, running his tongue along the underside of it before damn near hilting him on his first try. He choked a little, pulling back to center himself before he tried again. Obscene sounds and lascivious moans filled the air, Jim’s eyes squeezed shut as he focused on the heat burning in the pit of his stomach. All he needed was a minute or two and to watch Corey’s eyes roll back in his skull to be pulled taut and ready to snap at any second. 

“Fuck me, I’m so close. Come on baby, don’t stop. Know you want it too.” Jim’s hand had found its way to the back of Corey’s head again, forcing him further down, finding that perfect rhythm again. Call it a sign of encouragement. Or something. 

Yeah, encouragement.  

Corey worked him as hard as he could, sucking and licking and slurping and swallowing him whole until the vibrations from one final groan around Jim’s cock brought all these sensations to a crescendo. Jim held him down as he came hard, spilling down his throat, swearing and gritting his teeth. Corey nursed him through, sucking him slow as Jim’s arms and legs turned to jello. Watching through his lashes as he tensed and moaned, breathing in sharp, ragged inhales until he finally had to shove Corey away ‘cause shit. 

Jim sighed heavily, pushing his hair back and out of his face, staring down at the stupid cocky look on Corey’s face. Were he able to form a coherent thought, he would have taken his ego down a notch— unfortunately, mentally he was still somewhere off in orbit. Without being entirely aware of his own actions, Jim was grabbing Corey by the collar and getting him back up off his knees. He shoved his hands underneath the hem of his shirt, fingertips studying inches of skin, the hair on his stomach, sides damp with sweat, every bump and imperfection before finally pulling the ratty spit-soaked tee over his head. 

[And to your left, you see Service Top Brain immediately taking control the second Jim no longer has enough brain cells to resist it.]

He pulled Corey to him, hands on his waist as he backed up to the bed, knees giving way when they hit the edge of the mattress. Jim hit the bed and laid back, bringing Corey down with him and directly into a kiss. Strong arms circled around Corey’s frame, bodies pressed snug, mouths melded together as one. Whatever post-nut trance Jim was in, it was perfectly fine by Corey. This was close and safe and comfortable and I mean, with the way Jim was rocking him against his stomach, you weren’t gonna hear much more than the sound of his brain cells popping like balloons ‘cause his dick was taking up all the blood flow. 

[They may be stupid but you gotta admit. They are pretty tender too.]

A high pitched whine that (it was safe to assume) was supposed words fell from Corey’s lips as Jim’s connected with the center of his chest. He had pulled away panting, working his way down— mouthing at Corey’s jaw, nipping at his earlobe, leaving a trail of hickeys down his neck. Maybe it had caught Corey off guard a little, not getting told off for being a shit and all, but any and all attention was welcome here with open arms. 

“Fuck, Jim c’mon,” he barely managed to gasp out. Forming sentences wasn’t about to be the first to go. He had a reputation to uphold here. “Better not start messin’ with me now.”

Teeth clinked against metal, Jim tugging on the ring through his right nipple and ripping all the thoughts straight from his brain for a moment. He swirled his tongue over the hardening flesh before biting down. Corey shivered and bit back a moan, pain radiating through him and twisting up in his gut. Like he wasn’t already prepared to implode as is. “Mother fucking Mary. Now you’re just making it a point to be a dick. Nobody likes a tease, Peach.”

[Also calling Jim peach is Corey’s thing in this universe. It’s gross. And soft. They’re the worst.]

Nothing. Not even an upwards glance. 

Corey wanted to scream. He wanted to slam his fist down on the bed, call Jim some new variant on ‘cunt,’ fight back, take control. But he also really didn’t want this to stop. He was so hard it fucking hurt and Jim had him right in the palm of his hand where he could barely keep his head straight and honestly? He was perfectly fine sitting right there. He was probably just missing some cue. Off by a beat and too whiny and stubborn to realize it. (Which he was. Corey never claimed to be smart. Especially not when his lizard brain was kicked into overdrive and all he could think about was getting split in half.) 

[He’s so STUPID. God. Bratty ass dumbass.]

While the idea was pretty appealing, he couldn’t even begin to collect the agency he’d need for any of that anyway. There was now a hand dangerously high up on his thigh, thumb tracing line where it met his hip, and there was no goddamn way he was gonna be able to focus on anything else. 

So Jim still did want him dead. Cool. 

“God baby, what do you want?” Corey whined, raking his nails over Jim’s chest, watching red marks appear in their wake. “I wasn’t even that bad. Did everything you wanted, barely even gave you shit. What, you want me to get you off again? ‘Cause I can do that. I’ll gladly do that if it gets you to quit fucking dragging me along. I’ll do all the work and fuck you myself if I gotta. Could smash my face into a wall and call me a soul sucking whore for all I care. Jesus Christ, just give me more.”

[YOU’RE SO CLOSE YET SO FAR BUD.]

Jim’s fingertips dipped into the elastic of Corey’s boxers, dragging across the front between his hips, just barely brushing against his cock before the waistband snapped back against his skin. Corey yelped, heels of his palms digging into Jim’s collarbones. He had no doubt Jim was thoroughly enjoying this, but the joke wasn’t all that funny anymore. Wasn’t very funny to begin with, actually. 

“Fuck me, Peach please. Please, I’ll do fucking anything. Just quit doing that.”

Suddenly Corey’s back was against the sheets again, Jim sliding back off the bed to tear his boxers down and toss them in some vague direction (he was only really going for away.) He nudged Corey’s legs apart and kneed back up between them, fingers curling around his cock. Corey’s hips immediately jerked up into the contact and he let out a hiss. Good god, he was so fucking sensitive he wanted to die. He made a noise that sounded more like a sob than anything, grabbing at Jim’s wrist. If he stopped he was going to scream but if he kept it up Corey was about to be launched into space and land on fucking Neptune. 

“Was that really so hard?” Jim questioned, and yeah. Maybe it was. Getting Corey to ask nice instead of being a colossal brat was like pulling teeth from an alligator. Fortunately for Jim, he was currently on a one way flight to the next realm. It was a little harder to keep all that up in the moment. 

Another “please” was all Corey managed— clearly asking for something else, something more— but Jim couldn’t just let him have that. 

“See, now you’re getting the hang of it!”

[Jim: See I can be an asshole too]

Corey snaked his arms around Jim’s neck, pulling him down to eye level. “Is it your goal in life to be a giant fucking pain in the ass?”

[Yes. That and buy a bike.]

“As much as it is yours, baby.” Jim laughed, nuzzling against Corey’s cheek. He mouthed little kisses against his jaw, slowly stroking him, pulling a frustrated growl from somewhere deep in his chest. 

He clawed at Jim’s shoulders, threading his hand through Jim’s hair and tugging back hard. More than anything, he was just trying to keep himself some semblance of centered. It wasn’t working very well. “Fucking hell. More, give me more. Give me your hands.”

Jim lifted his gaze, meeting Corey’s eyes, staring at him blankly. 

“Please.”

The grip around Corey’s cock let up and he groaned again at the loss of friction. It was gonna take next to nothing to make him fall apart. Callused fingers fingers slip up his torso and caught on his bottom lip, still kissed and swollen. “I’ll do that for you, but you might have to remind me how you earned it.”

Corey barely let him finish before he had his lips wrapped around two digits, working his tongue along them. He held onto Jim’s wrist, forcing them back and making himself gag hard. At this point, he didn’t care what it took. Besides, it was either keep his mouth busy or run it anyway. He flashed a look back up at Jim, batting his lashes and making sure to give him a little show before finally pulling off and kissing his fingertips. Is that wasn’t enough, then he didn’t know what the fuck would be.

And thank fucking buddha Jim’s mouth was enveloping his own just a moment later, one of his thighs being pushed back for a better angle and some leverage as Jim’s other hand slid between his legs. Slick fingers pressed against his entrance, drawing a pathetic noise from his throat, his legs twitching in eager anticipation. 

The first eased in, sunk home, and Corey could have sworn he saw the light in that moment. Glitter and gold and pearly gates, fluffy white clouds, and giant fucking bearpaw hands that were holding his entire fucking being in their palms. He didn’t think he’d ever get used to that— Jim being that big. I mean sure, his dick alone could take out a whole city easily, but it was all of him. Limbs and chest and hips and hands. Oh good god, his hands. Say what you want about how dumb and awkward he was otherwise, but he always knew exactly what he was doing with his hands. 

[HE DO BE LANKY AND AWKWARD. Also I still can’t help but think of how weird his hands are. Like they’re so SMALL in proportion to the rest of him but they’re still HUGE. James what the fuck is that shit.]

 Corey moaned into the mouth locked with his own as Jim started to pump in and out of him, the stretch nearly impossible feeling for just one finger. Maybe it was that he was already desperate, ready to burst, that had him so beyond himself. Maybe it was just the fact that Jim knew exactly how to poke and prod to make him start to come apart at the seams. 

He started to relax more, lean into it (or as best as he could with the weight on top of him.) Steady chants of ‘yes, yes, yes, more, fuck’ swarmed around whatever little bubble they’d been encapsulated in. Corey practically had Jim in a chokehold, holding him down as close as he could possibly get, foreheads pressed together. Completely and totally consumed. 

Another finger worked inside him, curling and twisting and scissoring him open, making him flutter around them and writhe to find just the right— 

“There, there. Don’t you dare stop. Holy shit.” Corey cried out, arching up off the mattress, holding onto Jim for dear life. “So fucking good. Feels so fucking good.”

Jim brushed his fingertips against Corey’s walls again, hitting that sweet spot and eliciting another borderline embarrassing moan. “Yeah, that’s it. Not so tough like this, are you? Fight so hard to get what you want and you still come undone for me just the same. Real good when you want to be, y’know.”

Whatever Corey wanted to say came out in an incoherent mumble— something something for you and something something damn lucky. His orgasm was already twisting and burning in the pit of his stomach, and his was still only very loosely tied to this realm. Beyond taken and fucked up and he loved every minute of it. 

[Fighting to the very end, even with fingers in his ass. Just shut up already you stupid slut.]

He couldn’t take his eyes off Jim as he wormed his way out of his grasp, sat back, spread his legs a little wider apart. He leaned down, and Corey was vaguely aware of him spitting before he felt like he was being properly split in two. A third digit joined the other two. God, it was almost too much. Impossibly full and tight and overwhelming, all thanks to James and his inhumanely big hands that were surely going to be Corey’s cause of death here one of these days. 

Corey couldn’t even breathe now, squeaking out another little plea for more, honed in on Jim like a deer in headlights. He knotted his hands up in the sheets, finally able to roll his hips and fuck himself against Jim’s hand without him pinning him in place. The blood rushing through his ears still wasn’t quite loud enough to drown out Jim’s encouragement— “So good, so pretty, look at you, perfect little slut. All mine. Come on baby, let me see you come.” 

That alone was enough to make Corey’s eyes roll back in his head, but one last perfect angle of his hips was what finally sent him over the edge. He came so hard his vision went fuzzy, limbs giving out as he spilled over his stomach and cried out, “Oh god, fuck daddy.”

[THERE IT IS. One of the terrible influences who shall not be named popped into my DMs like “Consider: unnegotiated honorary in a moment of carnal horny and then Jim just straight up CACKLES” and I was like well. Guess That’s Getting Throw In The Pile Too.] 

There was a minute of blank, overwhelmed and far away and completely beyond himself. Jim milked him through it, still working his fingers in and out as the aftershocks made him twitch and whimper, until he started to come back down again. Actually, the only thing that snapped him back to the here and now was realizing that Jim was laughing. Not just laughing, giggling like a goddamn school girl. 

You had to be fucking kidding. 

Corey reached out, attempting to smack him but missing entirely. “Fuck’s so funny?”

“Daddy? Dude. You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding right?” Jim dissolved into another fit of laughter, eyes scrunched up in a big grin. 

“Shut up. Shut your fucking mouth now. You don’t get to hold the shit I say when I come against me.” Corey huffed, sitting up on his elbows and trying to scoot away. Unlucky for him, Jim was still big enough to lean over him again and still be eye level. 

He pushed Corey’s hair back, pressing a kiss to his lips with a deep chuckle. “Quit your whining. You alright?”

Corey rolled his eyes, collapsing with a sigh and (albeit begrudgingly) circling his arms around Jim’s neck. “Mmm, peachy. Just shut up and cuddle me, you fucking demon. And you tell no one about that.”

[ANYWAY. This fic took me like three wholeass months or something so I hope it was worth it. There’s also a coinciding playlist that goes with this beast if you click on the AO3 link back at the top. Thank you for reading this disaster.] 

#anonymous #answered #rpf #spit fic #director's commentary

[teddywancurlobi]

pretty little liars [01.22]

it’s over.

me @ myself:

why y’all acting surprised? all these busted ass men in rosewood have a thing for teen poon. this was bound to fucking happen because of these creepy fucks. not supporting the actions of grown ass dudes filming teen girls in various states of dress and undress, just preaching the truth about rosewood dudes. ARREST THEM ALL. CLEANSE ROSEWOOD OUT... WITH THE PURGE.

so i’ll just be creeped out over here by myself.

rosewood has a few dudes that got off to young girls. there is three i can name right off the bat: wren, ezero, and ian. they aren’t the only ones and conveniently and casually two won’t get named because people wanted them together. call them all out because they are all fucking gross.

you are just kids in all of them. being teens changes fucking nothing.

how about you stop playing detective and give those videos to the fbi? oh right. conveniently stupid and willing to get themselves into danger. can’t end the show this fast, gotta drag it out.

you trying to keep your illegal relationship on the dl, but ezero’s name is right fucking there. if someone saw that or you even left your phone someplace by accident, that someone is gonna know who it is because how many ezra’s are in rosewood. getting busted is what needed to happen and their relationship should have been on the wind down. fuck your little feelings, aroo. go to prison, ezero.

cleb doesn’t deserve all this grief and these tears. he is a damn bonehead and deserves to fucking fall into a volcano.

i can walk from the station, daddy? y’all... i need an adult.

why did you take your sweet ass time to answer that, pam? you bitch. scaring your daughter like that.

glad aroo hit him, but he deserves to be in a cell.

these two need to find people their own age. y’all know this is fucking wrong. that way you two don’t have to worry about dodging the police, worried about if y’all had been found out while y’all are looking guilty as all hell.

aroo: i’ll show you my room

me:

mona.... as protective as you are about hanna, she deserved to know about the letter even if i want cleb to drown in the volcano of bitchidgaf.

honestly, this is why alison should have never been brought back and remained then. the thought of her murder being solved, figuring out who A really was, and seeing her only through flashbacks, through the eyes of others was amazing. she was a conniving and manipulative bitch. you could have learned about her home life in a couple of special episodes and how she turned into the teenager she was which ended up leading to her untimely yet predictable demise. this could have ended by at most season four. y’all had no fucking clue what to do with it after season five and just ran around like you ate spencer’s edibles.

mona is just trying to care about hanna and be there for her and all of them ditch her. mona deserved better.... including better friends. i’ll sign up.

if that was shay’s attempt at a midwest/southern accent, then she should never do it again. it broke my soul.

garrett is probably keeping jenna busy. and i just made myself sick.

i wish someone would have walked in and busted these two very unsubtle dumbasses.

the jealousy is strong with aroo. maybe she should have just dumped him.

aroo: until today.... you were the one guy who never lied to me.

aroo (s04):

garrett screams shifty and shady as fuck and y’all trust him? y’all must be high or stupid. it might be a combination of the both.

so this asshole saw nothing? he had to have had seen those girls running behind the bush.

spencer, the smartest of the group does the stupidest shit by bring the burner phone that she used to contact ian with her for thise bullshit tension.

spencer’s stupid count in just this scene alone: 2

she or someone should have made extra copies of the videos so that in case of death, the files are sent to the police or fbi.

no fucking way that old ass elevator got up there that fast. bullshit.

if the black hoodie we see that saves spencer from ian’s violent hand was supposed to be alison, then why was ian’s question “what are you doing here” instead of “you’re alive?” that leaves me to think that either a) alison being alive was no planned from the beginning and it was thought of on the spot or b) ian knew she was alive. i go with A because this whole show is about A.

it’s far from over. y’all can stop thinking that now.

so the cops won’t ask why the ropes look tampered with? shocking. /sarcasm: offline

A: it’s not over til i say it’s over. sleep tight.... while you still can bitches.

me:

#pretty little liars #pll #return to rosewood #gogh returns to rosewood #playlist: return to rosewood #the rosewood glitch #this is the end of season one #please turn over your tape #to play season two #01.22 #finally #song: landscape below #artist: floating lights #song: vibe. #artist: jojo

[infinitydoublevenus]

I need to vent about this. I’m so angry and upset right now. Edit: added content warnings

When I was around 15 years old, I was transferred from one school to the one I used to go to. This was as per my own request because I felt I was being psychologically manipulated and bullied by the teachers at my other school.

However, going to a new school didn’t make it any better. It only made things worse. It turned out that my old school had been turned into a “special needs” school. It was one of those schools with Restraint and Seclusion.

But the thing is, no one told me about this before it happened. No one even told my mom. I got so upset during art class due to my depression that I ran out of the rom. Now usually if I ran out of a classroom, I could just sit in the hallway and the teachers would try to calm me down. It was not so with this school.

They literally chased me all the way to the gym before one of the male teachers who was much lager than me literally pinned me down against the floor.  I could not breathe. I felt as if my back was being crushed underneath some sort of pile of cinderblocks. I panicked and started telling him to get off of me, I can’t breathe. I told him I have a pacemaker incision in my stomach (which is true) and that if he kept doing this he could very well kill me. He told me I was “probably making that up so I’ll get off of you, I’ve heard those kinds of excuses before”. Ex-fucking-scuse me, but YOU’RE NOT MY FUCKING DOCTOR. And it is NOT OKAY to just dismiss someone when they tell you they have a disability or a condition that needs accomodated for.

I think I still have trauma from that. I had a dream a few nights ago after thinking about it that I was underwater and couldn’t breathe, and my spine was being crushed to the breaking point by a wooden fence that was built under the ocean. My spine came thise close | | to breaking in half in that dream.

After that, they said they “didn’t know I had a pacemaker”. First of al, the nurse was supposed to tell all of my teachers. Second of all, I myself told them I did, but did they give a single shit about MY testimony? Fuck no!

They changed the way they did the restraints for me, but they still did restraint and seclusion. They would grab my arms until it felt like they were about to break, squish my face against a door so hard I thought my nose was broken, slam me against the wall in the back of the seclusion room, and practically literally throw me in there. They even lifted my feet off the floor one time, I swear to God they did, but when the police got involved they said they didn’t see that on the security cameras. Okay, then why the FUCK do I have an almost vivid memory of it? They would ignore my begging for them to let go of me, they would ignore my screaming and shouting and yelling because I was desperate for them to let go of me. I thought they were going to break my bones or kill me. It HURT. But did they care? Of fucking course not! They even saw me being restrained and did NOTHING about it! Sure it’s legal, but goddamnit, it’s still abusive! If I was a police officer I would have fucking wrangled with those teachers even if I got fired!

So naturally when they put me in the seclusion room with the door locked shut, I screamed my lungs out.Because what else was I supposed to do? They didn’t provide anything to calm down with, just a white room too small for a BABY to have anything to do in. There was only one window and it was so small you could barely see anything. How the hell am I supposed to calm down without venting my feelings out via art or using a sensory toy? Oh but they didn’t know, because did they bother to even fucking ASK what would calm me down first? No! No they didn’t!

And THEN I was forced to write down what “I” did to get in trouble. They blamed ME for being restrained. Restraint was ONLY supposed to be used for kids who were being dangerous. AndI mean legitimately dangerous - like kids who threw things or tried to kick people. What did I do that got me restrained, you ask? I SLEPT AT MY FUCKING DESK BECAUSE I WAS A SLEEP DEPRIVED TEENAGER. I refused to read a book because the suicide scene would have triggered my depression. I argued with a teacher with NO PHYSICAL VIOLENCE, just WORDS. So apparently, any act of rebellion is to be punished now. Fucking great.

Anyways, I screamed my lungs out in there for them to let me out, I pounded on the door, I couldn’t think straight because I was traumatized and angry and frustrated and confused. I cried my eyeballs out until my tear ducts went dry. This whole scenario was part of why I lost my faith in Christianity. I prayed my ass off that somehow God would let me out of there, but did anything happen? No, because apparently “God” didn’t give a SHIT about me!  I still would have become an atheist, because their arguments just make so much more sense to me, but this definitely factored into it. The moment I first doubted God’s existence was in that horrible empty room.

And getting tired of the screaming- I can’t blame them for getting tired of it but this is inexcusable - I had told one of the teachers I thought I had misophonia (it actually turned out to be my Sensory Processing Disorder, but it has the same symptom)  she started pounding repeatedly on the window just to aggravate me. And then I told her, stop it, that’s hurting my ears. I told her, I’m pretty sure I have misophonia and you’re aggravating it. And then SHE had the gall to tell me that “you don’t have misophonia”. Again, You’re not my fucking doctor you ass-for-brains!

I went to a therapist because I was so sressed out about what happened. I told him EVERYTHING I just wrote down here, and all he said was “you should change your behavior uwu” WHAT THE FUCK YOURE SUPPOSED TO BE A THERAPIST. MY PARENTS WASTED THEIR MONEY ON YOU YOU GOD DAMN QUACK.

I almost got sent to the seclusion room again that year and I swear to God I had a straight up flashback. Like PTSD or something. I’m not diagnosed, I don’t know. But that’s what it felt like. It almost happened a second time that year, I panicked and told the teachers I would fight if they came any closer. Can you blame me? I had a panic attack because of all the bullshit they put me through last year!

Restraint and seclusion is abusive. If a normal school can just send a kid home when they’re being dangerous, then SO CAN THE “SPECIAL NEEDS” ONES. If a man grabbed his wife by the arms, slammed her face into a door, and then threw her into an empty room and locked her there for an entire day, everyone would consider it buse. So why does no one give a single shit when it comes to disabled people? Oh I know why, because we’re a “burden to society” and they don’t give a crap about what we think, so when they want to learn how to teach us they’re too lazy to do any reliable fucking research!

I don’t give a shit that this is legal, it SHOULDN’T BE in ANY STATE, COUNTRY OR ANYWHERE ELSE ON EARTH. I can’t stand my limbs being held even gently now thanks to all of this shit. I can’t stand closed spaces anymore because of this shit. I can’t trust authority figures no matter how much I want to or how nice they seem all because of this stupid ass restraint and seclusion bullshit.  

I’m 99% sure I have PTSD now, but does anyone care? Apparently not, because my mom thinks I should just “get over it” because it’s “in the past” so she probably won’t be taking me to a doctor to get diagnosed anytime soon!

Tl;dr: If you support restraint and seclusion, 1. Get off my blog and 2. Fuck you. 

#cw #cw:suicidalmention #tw:suicidalmention #cw:depression #tw:depression #cw:restraintandseclusion #tw:restraint and seclusion #cw: restraint and seclusion #tw suicidal #cw suicidal #tw ptsd mention #cw ptsd mention #tw ptsd #cw ptsd #tw trauma #cw trauma #tw ableism #cw ableism #tw physical abuse #cw physical abuse #tw abuse #cw abuse #tw claustrophobia #cw claustrophobia #tw closed spaces #cw closed spaces #tw closed space #cw closed space #tw small space #cw small space

[welcome-to-sanjis-shitty-kitchen]

This is why we can't have nice things Gabby. Please read if you have time, just sharing my thoughts a little.

Got assaulted by my sister over a pair of leggins, if she had just let it go i could have looked tomorrow but she had to punch me when i asked her to leave. And i did find a pair of leggins i can't remember if they're mine. So i did the only thing someone salty af would do, marked them with my initials, shoved them in her face and told her they were mine. But as my sister is the biggest failure in humanity i know she still believed they were hers. But it looks like i won for now, She acts as she owns everything in our house including the house itself, she owns 95% in our shared bathroom because she places her million of things on every available space there is and i have one tiny shelf, there's like no reason for me to have anything nice because she will take it. i'm so enclosed and store everything in my own room because sooner or later that shit will disappear. She's disgusting, annoying and the litteral worst type of person there is. So utterly selfish, stuck up, can't think for her self kind of person. And me as her sister is only good for serving her, there's so much fucking wrong and fucked up things with me because i'm not living up to her standards in what a little sister should be. Because apparantly i'm suposed to humor her and agree with everything she says...is she fucking insane? Just because i like sitting around in my underwear and play videogames and my room is "boy-ish" and i only care about essential hygene products and clothes rather then lots of lots of makeup and being a godamn fahsionista i'm not "normal". She calls herself a feminist but shoves that gender role bullshit down my fucking throat. Like different opinions doesn't even exsist in her dictionary, she is correct, she has the only will. Ofc she will think that because she only values her own opinion and can't respect anyone elses. She's like an obstinate fucking toddler and idk how to deal with this. So this scenario when mom bought her some soda, like a 2 L bottle. The one mom bought me today is 1.5 L. I would not say anything because maybe the store only had that soda, or maybe mom just grabbed one, or she didn't remember what she bought and is really tired from work and i'm just glad she didn't forget to pick that soda up from the store. But oh boy, my sister though, she would have screamed bloody murder at mom then start a fucking civil war with me because she wants half of what i have then. I'll still come out with less because she thinks she deserves more. Because it's unfair, well newsflash asshole, life aint fair. It annoys me to death how unacceptable she is of someone having more or better then her..... I don't fucking understand how she thinks, shes so stupid and overdramatic.... She has no fucking shame or compassion or humanity and it's honestly so sad that it is this way. My family is litterly the weirdest collection of selfish, racist, homophobic, biggoted cheating assholes i know and all i can say is thank fucking god i became nothing of that, thank god i don't drink, smoke, do drugs or is a garbage piece of human shit. I have a bad example of pretty much all bad there is in my closest family. I mean, i became a ball of anxiety and depression but hey thats waaaaay better then some fucking redneck biggoted asshole. My family is like a bunch of hardcore christians in a way except it's for the swedish lineage. YOU CAN ONLY BE SWEDISH IN THIS HOUSE. is basicly what my parents say aka i'm banned for speaking another language or things they don't understand or want to hear. I love my dads argument that only retarded fucking toddlers speak english. I would call that a gifted toddler u piece of shit. AHHH MAN, they hate me for being so "cultural" just because i can speak like 3 languages and some fucking latin, because i'm not interested in swedish culture. Because i'm different. Like i said different and different opinions is a bad thing here. And i'm not suprised parents don't understand anything whats going on the times and this world. Stuck in their little rutine and safe bubble of their work and home. Ofc they wont think anything different because they dont get involved with something else. As someone who invests in a lot of time on social media and see a lot of whats going on the world and different cultures and opinions, ofc i would have a broader perspective and way of seeing things. Thats not gonna change. I'm not gonna force any parents to see my way because thats a shitty thing to do. But i just wish, if someone bothered to read all this shit. No matter what, why can't parents be supportive, you don't need to understand it, you don't need be a part of it. Why can't u just tell ur own child like "ohh u wanna do that thing, well good on u! And have fun" is that too much too ask? Supportive parents could change childrens lifes, because no matter what happens you know mom and dad got ur back. So why is it that people like my parents cant even talk to their own kid unless its to relay information about something they have planned, or when they want me to do somethint. They dont ask about me, how im doing or what im thinking. It's probably been 10 years since i last trusted my mom to tell her anything i felt. And ive never talked to my dad that way unless its to defend myself for some bullshit. They cant even remember the names of my friends ive had for the past 7 years. They honestly couldnt give 2 shits about me as a person and it breaks my fucking heart having to deal with this shit. In like 90% of my conversations with my parents its either an argument or im lying trough my teeth to make it seem like im fine, that everything is fine. Because i can't trust the bastards with even my life, which why i fear for my godamn life everyday that they will get tired of me. Which is hella unfair seeming as my sister is barely employed and works like 3 months a year the last 3-4 years. For now i'm being forced to get a drivers license so i can get a job. But when i do get a job and make a decent wage im gonna move into town which litterly makes my cars useless as monthly bus card is probably cheaper then maintaining a car and paying for a parking spot and i would have to look for an apartment with a garage....no thanks..and everyday....just a parking spot at work would be like 1/3 of my salary. Because thise things aint foe free. But i guess i'm gonna be glad once i have a drivers license, even if i dont use it. But i am petty as hell that theyre gonna force it on me and not my sister. If you actually read this you deserve a godamn gold star. Or like an entire cake.

#By shivas titts this is long #i'm so sorry but i felt like ranting #not gonna lie iv'e been writing on this thing for an hour now #its 3 am and im very disapointed in humanity #at least my family #Seriously tell me if u read it #i wanna say thanks