breaking news; local nonbinary teen gives himself "worlds worst haircut", now sports ponytail of shame
Experts confirm that it is in fact "whack as hell". an eyewitness could provide little comment other then "why did he keep going?" which he murmured repeatedly to our reporter before wandering away in stunned confusion. Stay tuned for more updates on the situation (an 18 year old's midlife crisis) this is the dumb fuck himself, reporting live.
crazy how the scientology building exists and we arent all poking around in there. like what is inside. why arent we all looking inside. i rly want to know whats inside.
explaining how thsd is such a well written, interesting story, and a incredibly well-done and heartwrenching metaphor for queerness and internalized self hatred as well as a great piece of genuinely terrifying cosmic horror that just delivers emotional blow after emotional blow and then they offhandedly ask how the original Hikaru died again and. um. ah. well you see-
y know I think those laugh circles they do in parks are great n all but what we rly need in this economy is a screaming circle. just a circle of ur average citizens gorilla gripping each others shoulders and screeching in anguish. just screaming their lungs out. also I don't think fistfighting should come with legal consequences
no friends, stuck in the middle of nowhere, trans, living in a christian, alt-right household, first crush in 8 years & its on my english teacher, diaspora kid, unmedicated, just lost all my savings, been disassociated for 4 years, but these chocolate chip cookies are rly good, so whatever
Yk when ur just going about your day and you're suddenly struck by sickening self awareness, mortification and disgust and your insides get all clammy and gross and you're suddenly hulking and swivel-eyed and parts of your body are distended where they should not be -potbelly, poke, poke poke!- and you are a balding, gelatinous pile of a man on a lawn chair who reeks of cigarettes and the rank offal that skin always carries, leering with yellow teeth and you're a washed up actress with lips like withered prunes wobbling jowls spitting at her grandchildren, swinging a broken bottle, ,,"who will fuck me now? " and you're made out of raw chicken and dripping in flabby skin, the grotesque creature who was first shunned from the garden, you can feel your veins stopped with clotted blood and you need to stand on a street corner and scrabble at and scrape off your genitals so you may be sexless and pure. the bleach white sheets of a hospital bed are slithering up and tangling around your ankles, and theres no use fighting, you were made to ripen and rot under the suffocation of maddening drone of beeping machines and every day you wake to their beeping in your ears and you know there is no use are you all right sir? Are you all right? You’re looking at your friend’s father and imagining him choking you until your slick, bulbous lips go blue and maybe your therapist wants to hurt you and that makes you smile. You are so young, appreciate your youth, look in the mirror and see how it sloughs away each passing day jealousy for the youth making you feel ironically, like a sniveling child once again, that same young boy who coveted the possessions of others with sinful jealousy. you must go lay in traffic or rip off your skin, or jump off a cliff because you cannot possibly exist like this. you cant you cant you cant, your esophagus, cunning bastard, is slithering into knots and the air is no longer hissing into your lungs and so you'll be free of this horror soon, just a moment please, death is perfection and perfection takes patience, we'll be with you shortly you ungrateful fuck and all the sudden you're fine and you're walking down the street like you were 5 minutes ago and oh hey I should probably do the laundry when I get home i'm running low on socks
GREGFIC IS POSSIBLY MY FAVOURITE WIP AND THE FACT THAT IT'S CALLED THAT MAKES ME LAUGH EVERY TIME I THINK ABOUT IT.
Gregfic is a super niche and self-indulgent fic about Daniel and Armand going on a date night to Luna Park Sydney in the 1980s. It's called Gregfic because of this guy right here.
This is the current entry gate to the park and believe me, he was only scarier in the 1980s. Anyway, he's not actually called Greg, that's just what @hummingbee-o0o and I named him as an in joke (fun fact: Greg actually has a cameo in hummingbee's DM/Gasper fic It was a blended family. Extra fun fact, there is a similar facade on the Luna Park in Melbourne which we named Randal.)
Anyway, here's a snippet under the cut x
“Jesus Christ, what the fuck is that?”
“What is what, Daniel?” Armand says, his lips brushing against his throat.
“That… thing.”
Armand sighs like a put-upon housewife and lifts his head from where it’s been buried in Daniel’s neck. But then he sees what Daniel is talking about and a smile spreads across his face. A smile that is almost as big and ghastly as the one on the giant, plaster, moonfaced monstrosity that is standing proud and horrifying on the shore welcoming guests through its huge gaping mouth, to Luna Park.
Armand snakes his arms around Daniel’s neck and nuzzles their cheeks together. “That, my love, is where we are going.”
“Hell?” Daniel says. “I thought this was Sydney Harbour not the fucking River Styx.”
Armand chuckles and it reverberates through Daniel’s chest, causing him to hold him tighter even as horrified as he is by his lover’s idea of a romantic night out. “It’s an amusement park, Daniel.”
“It’s the most terrifying thing I’ve ever seen in my life!”
Armand turns his head and noses at Daniel’s temple. “Beloved, I went down on you with my fangs out last night.”
Daniel’s cheeks flush as he recalls the memory. “Yeah but look at you. And look at that.”
“Isn’t he magnificent?” Armand says.
“He?” Daniel scoffs. “Don’t humanize it!”
“What, Daniel? You don’t like me humanizing Greg?” Armand purrs into his ear; Daniel can hear the smirk.
“Huh?” Daniel says, finally turning from Greg to look at his insane boyfriend. “Why Greg?”
“He reminds me of that man from your office Christmas party last year,” Armand muses. “The obnoxious one with the big mouth.”
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