I might fuck around and stab someone
I might fuck around and stab someone
Me: *just tryna make some noodles for lunch*
My bowl: *starts creaking*
Me: wtf?!? why are you creaking????
Me: *goes to pick up bowl assuming there's something underneath*
Bowl: *slides apart under my fingertips in two halves*
Me: are you kidding me?!?
sure do fucken love when i doNT KNOW WHO I AM /sarcasm
seriously tho we spend 99% of our time like
friend: "who's at front?"
us: "fucken uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... someone?"
You know what? Fuck you. *Unplants your fucker*
Don't ask why but I made a new ObeyMe sideblog (okay okay I got bored with ObeyMe, deleted my old sideblog, then fell in love with ObeyMe again and had nowhere to reblog shit) so mammon-is-a-sweetheart is gone and my new sideblog is @asolitaryraven
Follow it if you want. Or don't, that's cool too. 🙃
we're watching school of rock FUCK yeah
That's what he told him to do.
After weeks of being kidnapped in his basement, getting punished for not being his "good girl".
He told him is to smile for him.
Let him dress him up like a doll. His doll.
Let him play with his doll. Let him do as he pleases, and in return, he'd keep Peter alive and he'd get to take care of Peter.
Told him to call him "Daddy".
Peter hated it, but he played along.
It's been months, and he has done what his Daddy wants him to do.
He smiled, and hid his fear.
Fear meant getting dragged back to the basement by Daddy so he could "fix" him back to the baby girl Daddy wanted him to be.
Fear never did anything good for him.
So he hid it, and just kept smiling.
But he knows his situation. He's a smart boy, and he knows he has to get out of here. Peter already planned about this after the second week he was in the man's basement, after all.
So when his Daddy went to bed that night, Peter took out Daddy's missing axe, the missing wirecutters, and his own missing clothes from under his bed's loose plank floors, and quietly went to the basement where he started to get the spare gasoline.
Peter poured the gasoline in the basement, then to the whole house, before throwing all his items out the window – with a matchbox he's kept since the start of his planning – then getting himself out.
He's had enough of this. He's done playing his games.
He's Peter fucking Parker, and he's no one's doll.
He's gonna light this fucking house down, with the fucking devil burning in it as well.
And he has no fucking sympathy for Daddy- no- Tony Stark.
Let the devil have a fucking taste of his own hell.
As dumb as the idea of a cutie mark was it would be really fucking helpful in real life
my relationship dynamic I have about me with myself is or can be the same as-- Bucky and Sam, Thor and Loki, Steve and Tony...
Jake and Rosa and... ahh yeah that's almost all examples I hate myself and love myself at the same time
also the hate isn't like actually hate idk the other word for that its like
me to myself: "I would protect you from everything and at the same time call you a fucking idiot"
im using this shitty wattpad lin manuel miranda x reader fic cover as a reaction for forever
In case you’re wondering, yes, I do know how to do light eyeliner. I just don’t.
Go big or go home, bitch *slaps on sunglasses*
no.. fuck you
Not to be transphobic or anything, but i hate being trans?, i want to die, i want to die so badly, y'know i think, i think maybe, just maybe, the fucking christians were right, and it IS a mental illness, because honestly, fuck this shit, i dont wanna be trans, i dont want to be gay, i want to be normal, i want to be a fucking straight cis person and just free myself from all of this bullshit. This was NOT meant to be, im not supposed to be a fucking... wrong, im not supposed to be wrong, im not supposed to hate this shitty body so much, BUT I DO, I HATE IT, and i cant help it. I dont want to be any of the options available, i dont want to be a girl, i dont want to be a guy, i dont want to transition and have sexual organs that work barely how they are supposed to, i dont want to go thru all those shitty surgerys that leave you with shit ton of ugly scars, i dont even have the money to afford any of that bullshit, im just, so tired, so tired of pretending, of wanting, of NOT BEING, what i want to be, im not cis, im not hetero, im not a citizen of any of the stupid fucking countrys any of you fucking humans decide to impose on everyone, and im not even human. I dont belong anywhere, im not doing anything right, i dont know how to be human, and i feel like this is a waste of time, why live thru all the shitty 60 years of pain and suffering if, thats all its gonna be, pain and suffering.
I wish convertion therapy really worked, i wish gender reasignment had more variety and it really worked.
But they dont. And i dont have any other options.