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jesus christ
i can’t even do this anymore
every fucking hour i spend with my father is like hell on earth
i’m literally going to cry or vomit or something
today he spent ages talking about ‘poofters’ and he constantly makes homophobic fucking jokes and ableist jokes and racist jokes and i just hate him and i fucking know that when i come out he will disown me
and you know what i don’t care because i want him to
i don’t want to be associated with a man who makes homophobic jokes, calls gay people ‘faggots’ and ‘poofs’, and laughs whenever homosexuality is mentioned
i don’t want to be associated with someone who, when told that mark gatiss was gay, denied that he was even when i told him about ian and showed him the ‘pink list’ in the newspaper which was all gay or bi people and mark gatiss was on it
he denied that godtiss was gay because he respected him
and then when he accepted it he said he’d never be watching anything made by gatiss again
he is just such a MASSIVE BACK OF FLAMING HOMOPHOBIC DICK and
i just don’t want it anymore
i want to come out and i want him to disown me and i can’t and i think it would be easier if i could just jump into a river
JESUS CHRIST CAN I COME TO YOUR DAD'S SHOP AFTER SCHOOL AND TALK LOUDLY ABOUT MY GIRLFRIEND
THIS IS NOT COMFORTING AT ALL BUT ACTUALLY CAN I
“Bit obvious. Also, I’m Satan. You lot pop up a lot.”
“Gee, I wonder why.”
"Ooh, do you believe me now?"
Satan.
“Come cheer me up. Some human has managed to piss me off.”
“I should turn him into a pie or something.”
“Nah, I think you should just murder him.”
“Give me his soul so I can cook it.”
“As much as I like that plan, Satan, he’s a hunter, so he obviously has hunter friends and I’m too cute to die.”
“He called me a monster. He compared me to leviathans and demons.”
"Oh, I'll kill him, then. Can I drag it out? He sounds like an annoying little bitch."
Torture and all that
“See, I knew you’d get them back.” Putting his feet up on the dashboard, he scowled at the car until it started driving itself, humming some stupid Satanic ritual under his breath. “God, nobody ever listens to me…”
“No one listens to you because you’re Satan. Only your demon bitches listen to you.” Sprite laughed, beginning to eat the chocolate bar. “Want anything? Skittles? Starbursts? M&M’s?”
"My demon bitches are my demon bitches." Satan grimaced, shaking his head. "Only I'm allowed to insult them. And no, I wouldn't."
Satan.
“Come cheer me up. Some human has managed to piss me off.”
“I should turn him into a pie or something.”
"Nah, I think you should just murder him."
"Give me his soul so I can cook it."
Torture and all that
Sprite let out a small scream when she saw a small, skinny ten year old in the back seat. She shook her head when she realised it was only Satan. He must have been transformed into this vessel.
“Hunny, America’s been around for centeries.” Sprite eventually replied once she had gotten used to Satan being ten. Great. Now she had to make sure she didn’t die and look after a ten year old Satan.
Satan jumped about a foot in the air when she screamed, before frowning and leaning forward against the front seat to stare at her with wide eyes. “No it hasn’t. Did I sleep for too long again?”
“…Yes, you did.” Sprite replied hesitently, biting her lip. Bringing her feat down from the dashboard, she shuffled away from Satan slightly. “You’ve been asleep for ages, its about time you woke up.”
And in the next second, there was no longer a child sitting there, but a normal sized Satan. Looking suitably confused. He glanced around, scowling, and rolled into the front seat to sit next to Sprite. “Anons?”
“Who else?” Sprite asked, clicking her fingers to see if she could make something appear - she almost jumped out of her skin when she managed to make a chocolate bar appear.
“Hey, look! My powers are back!” Sprite grinned, tapping Satan on the shoulder. “I have powers again!”
"See, I knew you'd get them back." Putting his feet up on the dashboard, he scowled at the car until it started driving itself, humming some stupid Satanic ritual under his breath. "God, nobody ever listens to me..."
“Nah, I don’t need any help, I assure you. And how do you know about demons anyway? Are you one of those annoying hunters?”
“Oh. How’d you guess?”
"Bit obvious. Also, I'm Satan. You lot pop up a lot."
I can’t phone the police but she lives in Wales, 15 minute from Cardiff. I can’t do it because my fucking lungs won’t work to breathe someone phone please
ANYONE WHO CAN HELP PLEASE DO!!!
Fiona Dickson. I don’t care if she hates me. Her name is Fiona Dickson
PROFESSIONAL HELP HAS BEEN CALLED FOR HER
PLEASE PASS THIS ON
Suicide Alert! Pills have been taken. If anyone can trace her url, please do so.
((IMPORTANT! I live outside the UK and have tried calling emergency services in Cardiff, Wales, but I can’t get through. Anyone who lives in or near Wales or in the United Kingdom, please call the emergency number 999! The girl’s name is Fiona Dickson and she lives fifteen minutes from Cardiff))
“You evidently haven’t ’fought Satan’ because I don’t remember your face. Unless you’re a demon or something, but they’re mine. Most of them leave me alone.”
“Oh, I ain’t a demon, that’s for sure. Have you considered psychiatric help? Because I know a really good facility just a few hours from here.”
"Nah, I don't need any help, I assure you. And how do you know about demons anyway? Are you one of those annoying hunters?"
“Told you, I’m goddamn Satan. Everyone else who said they were me is a liar and I’m going to implode them and make their souls into bacon.”
“I can’t get over the irony of ‘goddamn Satan’. And, dude, I fought Satan. I’m pretty sure you’re not him.”
"You evidently haven't 'fought Satan' because I don't remember your face. Unless you're a demon or something, but they're mine. Most of them leave me alone."
Want to sleep. Tired. Can’t sleep. Scared.
what is wrong do you hate hotels or something or is your dad being horrible
how-many-tuesdays started following you
“If you’re here to beg me to take your soul for another season of your favourite show - or braid your hair, which is apparently a thing I do now - the exit is somewhere in the general vicinity of left. But if not, ‘ello.”
“Uhm, hi… Yeah, who are you?”
“The dark lord Satan. Honestly, you lot are supposed to know these things.”
“Haha, yeah right, buddy. Like I ain’t heard the one before. Look, who are you really?”
"Told you, I'm goddamn Satan. Everyone else who said they were me is a liar and I'm going to implode them and make their souls into bacon."
jcatgrl replied to your post: SO Y-U-P I’M BACK. Er. So I will do...
Yay, I’m so glad you’re back! I reblogged two things that mentioned Satan thinking of you!
((screaMS i love you omg but yes hello again <3))
how-many-tuesdays started following you
“If you’re here to beg me to take your soul for another season of your favourite show - or braid your hair, which is apparently a thing I do now - the exit is somewhere in the general vicinity of left. But if not, ‘ello.”
“Uhm, hi… Yeah, who are you?”
"The dark lord Satan. Honestly, you lot are supposed to know these things."