#that took a fuckinh about turn what in the actual fuck

[milflewis]

MICK RESIGNED ???? bruvwhAt

#that took a fuckinh about turn what in the actual fuck #would’ve bet actual money he’d stay w merc as the reserve driver for at least another year . see what happens #WHAT . like . WHAT

[gummy-friend]

23, 45, and 50 with piglin hybrid Techno and tiny avian hybrid Phil? ‘v‘ you don’t gotta do all or any of these! ALSO I WANNA SAY THAT I LOVE YOUR WRING SM ❤️💕💖💕❤️

Thank you so much, I'm happy you like my writings!!!! :DD

So sorry for the late answer, but know that I appreciate your ask so much

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• "You're going to be okay, I promise"

• "Shhh, just sleep, you're safe"

• "No one is going to hurt you again"

Piglin hybrid Techno and Tiny avian hybrid Phil

Content warning: Calling a person as "It" and language

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A gunfire shot echoed.

"There it is!" A shout echoed, a man pointing towards high trees. A dark green shadow— No, not leaves— floating limpingly amongst the brown of the branches and trunks.

"Is there a net?!" another shout. Another man. Panting as they chase the tiny flying figure.

"The last net has been fired two shots ago!" the first one called out

"Fuck— It's a hybrid tiny, too" A huff, a big one. Two people in arms finally stopping, holding their knees in exhaustion. "Damn it, that'll sell so well"

They stopped.

But not the tiny, though.

The occasional sharp small branch sticking out, the leaves that's positioned unfortunately fit for a papercut, and the eventual large branch finally hitting the golden haired avian hybrid tiny in his head. The injuries came together, the no-longer-shiny black wings finally gave up, and the flying figure of a tiny avian hybrid fell down. Now stopping after the hunters has stopped.

ｏｏｏ

Being a piglin hybrid has its perks, Techno thinks. The piglin on the nether wouldn't go exactly after you unprovoked, you can still live in the cold (not advised, by the way, it sucks in the cold), and you can adapt to the overworld just fine— well, excluding the townspeople avoiding you, at least.

Of course, the good also comes with the bad. The piglin back at home absolutely despises you(because you look 'too human' or whatever), the nether temperature eventually became absolutely unbearable, and..

"Oooh, gold" The lingering feeling of attraction to gold. Except this time, it's not gold.

But a golden-haired tiny.

Listen, Techno's not heartless, there's no way he'll abandon another living being in help, no matter how awkward it may be— imagine waking up to a giant piglin hybrid, if that isn't awkward Techno doesn't know what it is (No, it's absolutely not fear, what do you mean) — So Techno took the tiny in.

After leaving the nether dimension, Techno tried living in a tundra biome. But it didn't work for him— he's not used to the cold— So he tried to live in the forest. It's a decent place, he figured out he can grow crops for a living— trading is also a steady source of income in the overworld. But getting back on the topic— Techno lives in a cabin in the woods, and is currently carrying a tiny home. It's a questionable situation, but hey, it's the thought that counts right? (or however the overworld saying goes)

Techno inspected the unconscious tiny— He's still breathing, fortunately. Techno doesn't know how to feel if he picked up a tiny corpse— Several cuts are visible on the tiny's skin. It doesn't look that bad— excluding the large cut on his side and the practically broken right wing— M-hm, not that bad.

Step one, Washing your hands before cleaning the injury. It's a fairly-large wound for someone so small, and fortunately, the wound has stopped bleeding, so Techno shouldn't worry about that.

Next step, applying antibiotic. Techno's certain he has a bottle of antibiotics— yeah, he has one— an almost brand-new bottle of antibiotics, he's glad he bought one yesterday.

As soon as the antibiotic made contact with the tiny's wounds, though, the tiny shot up with a hiss of "Fuck—!"

。。。

Phil woke up when Techno was washing his hands.

He had heard a stream of water and several footsteps— he thought he fell unconscious near a river. It doesn't matter, he can get up later, he's too hurt for getting up.

Until the stinging pain emerged from his side.

"Fuck-!" Phil cried out, moving away from the supposed source of pain

That fumkign hurts. Phil doesn't know what happened, it may be a bee— but bees doesn't attack unprovoked, then, what?

With each second passing Phil's head pounded even more, forcing him to focus and unfocus on his surroundings. A Wooden floor— Polished wooden floor, not the usual tree bark footing he occasionally sees— Unfamiliar surroundings— No trees or the usual greens he sees everyday, no, it's a human furniture surroundings.

As if his mind is saving the worst for last, Phil's vision finally focuses on the giant figure in front of him. The figure of a giant piglin hybrid.

Instantly, Philza's mind clicked. Human— no— hybrid furniture surroundings, him being unconscious, the stinging pain on his sides— Fuck— The piglin was going to eat him.

"Fuck no—" Phil breathed out, scooting backwards. Unfortunately, it's futile, as he quickly reached the edge of the wooden table. Phil looked at the drop, and fumk, it's a fucking high drop— his- his wings are broken

"Uh—" The piglin hybrid called out. Phil's head turned to look at him— head still pounding too hard to focus on the piglin hybrid's expression. "You're... you're hurt." The piglin hybrid gave Phil a sad excuse of an explanation. No shit, sherlock.

"S-so?" Phil glared, trying so hard to not fall off the table— or should he? Is one wing enough to shield his fall..?

"I'm... I'm trying to treat your wounds..?" the piglin hybrid said. Another look from Phil and he saw a white bottle of whatever— it's suspicious "Look, I found you unconscious on the forest floor, I'm just trying to heal you"

Phil is not listening to the guy, still scanning the things on the giant piglin hybrid's hands. A white suspicious bottle, a clump of cotton possibly doused in the suspicious bottle's content, and a wide, white, suspicious rope(..?) On the other end of the table.

"I'm not going to hurt you." the sudden voice from the piglin hybrid startles Phil. Maybe it's because of the reassuring tone of the man, suddenly, Phil's mind starts to focus more "You're going to be okay, I promise"

With that, the giant lowered the things in his hands. First, the suspicious white bottle. "Antibiotics" it reads.

"It's for cleaning your wound— it stings, that's why you woke up— but it's not a bad thing" The piglin hybrid explained, noticing Phil's confused expression (Antibiotics sounds fuckinh suspicious) "And to apply the antibiotics, I used the cotton" He lowered the cotton near the 'Antibiotics' bottle— but not too close to Phil. "see, I'm not trying to hurt you"

"...and that rope?" Phil questions. He's convinced about the antibiotics, but not the weirdly-shaped rope

"...rope?" The piglin hybrid blinked, confused.

"That!" Phil pointed at the weirdly-shaped rope "That weirdly-shaped rope!"

"You've... never seen a bandage before..?"

"...what?"

"That's- that's a bandage— it's for keeping the wound clean and preventing it from opening up again" He explained, a hint of amusement behind his confusion. Okay. "Are you satisfied now?"

Maybe it's because of embarassment, maybe it's because of finally feeling convinced, but Phil nodded to the human's word.

The consequence of agreeing fucking hurts— Fuck, it hurts.

The antibiotics really does fucking sting.

"Fuck!" another shout, and Techno— Phil had learned his name in the middle of the stinging pain (Saying Piglin hybrid man is too long and well, rude)— Techno finally finished applying the antibiotic.

"Done." Techno said, tone light like he never stung Phil. "You can rest there, I think I still have spare cloths for you to sleep on"

"Wait, sleep?" Phil spoke up, bewildered. Sure, he's exhausted after all of the things happening today, but that doesn't mean he want to sleep in a human— wait, no, Hybrid— but still, a Giant's house. That's a death flag right there.

"Ya" Techno said, Another light answer. "your body need to rest to have the energy to heal. Also, the bandage will need to be changed"

"Sleep here?"

"Ya" Techno's response is light. So light, no care for Phil's bewildered tone as he stuffed the tools he used to treat Phil back to wherever it belongs.

"And you're not going to hurt me?" Phil asked. No way. He's a fucking giant.

"That just sounds abyssmal— I've just healed you" Techno said, his tone still light as he rummages around his furnitures, looking for something.

"So then.. what are you going to do?" Phil asked, staring at Techno as he stacked several cloths together (what the fuck is he doing..?)

"Sleep, probably— I was actually going to trade new seeds since new season is coming up, but then you happened sooo" Techno trailed off, concentrating. "Done. Here— you can sleep here" Techno's figure moved away to reveal what Phil assumed was a bed— It's actually just several cloths stacked together— but it's nice.

"You made a bed for me?" Phil asked, looking at the bed Techno just made

"Yeah— do you need help getting here?" Techno gestures towards Phil's stature— small and has a broken wing

Phil looked at where Techno is gesturing. "..yeah"

"Should— Should I just.. pick you up at the back of your clothes or...?" Techno asked. He was expecting Phil to elaborate on how to pick a tiny up without being rude— but Phil's lack of elaboration speaks volume.

It ended up with Phil asking for Techno to give him his hand for platforming— Which after Techno quickly replied with a "sure", Phil became very anxious about standing on a giant's hand— Fortunately, Techno didn't try to hurt him or anything (Maybe it's Phil who scratched him— Bird claws as feet and all) and Phil reached the bed.

It's a fairly-nice bed, In Phil's opinion. Because it is practically just a ton of cloths stacked together, it became a very comfy bed. So when Phil rested his body on it, his exhaustion and thought caught up to him.

It's a first time for Phil. Being inside a giant's house, and.. being this near a giant. He's restless— he can't fucking sleep— he shouldn't sleep. The possibility of the giant hurting him, the possibility of another giant barging into this house and catching Phil... He's scared.

"Shhh, just sleep, you're safe" a sudden voice from Techno startled him. Was Techno there the whole time? More than that, did Techno realized Phil's worry? "I'm not going to hurt you— Like I said. You're going to be okay," Techno said, taking a seat beside the cabinet Phil's bed is placed.

What is it? Maybe it's because Techno sounds so.. reassuring, but Phil's heart solidified at Techno's word.

"No one is going to hurt you again" was the last thing Phil heard from Techno before Phil falling asleep.

Maybe it's trust that made Phil believe in Techno.

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[ginger-grimm]

Dolls and cemetery

This is so stupid.

Riley rolled her eyes as she watched Bear and Tilly set up the dolls around Kate Argent's gravestone. The grave itself was empty, of course. Legally, Kate had died about three years ago. And in reality, Bear and Tilly had ripped her to shreds a couple of months back. Either way, there was nothing left of her to bury.

Now, on Halloween no less, Tilly and Bear had gotten it into their heads to spread word around the school that Kate Argent's gravesite was haunted. Riley would never understand why Tilly still played these games at her age, but if but if it made her happy - so be it. It wasn't like anyone was going to get hurt.

"You guys, what the hell do you need me for anyway?"

Bear groaned. "Because," he said, slamming the last doll in front of the grave. "We need you to do some witchy-woo when people come around here."

"Yeah, we don't want them to leave disappointed!" Tilly added.

Riley sighed. She liked doing some dumb shit every once in a while. But some stuff was too juvenile even for her. And she had promised her uncle that she would stop practicing magic. It had gotten out of hand more than once.

She threw her hands up in the air with a groan. "Fine! Can we just get it over with?" she asked, rubbing her arms. "It's getting cold."

"Okay, so, you're gonna do your thing. Then we all hide behind the mausoleum and enjoy the show," Bear summarized.

Riley clapped her hands together. "Okay, yes! Go, go, go! Let me do my thing."

The two best friends giggled as they ran off to the mausoleum. Riley shook her head, rolling her eyes once more. "This is so fuckinh stupid."

She took a deep breath, trying to think of a harmless spell. Something to make the dolls dance around for a bit. Make it look they're anamatronic. Nothing too obvious. "Uhm, okay."

"Give me some peace of mind in advance, make these dolls dance. Half an hour from now, until six in the morning, give me a chance, and make these dolls prance."

She scrunched up her nose. The rhyme was stupid, juvenile. Then again so was the whole thing. As long as the spell worked it didn't matter anyway. She sighed again and followed her friends to the mausoleum.

"Alright, I did it. Now you just have to hope that someone will actually show up."

"Oh, they will. The kids at Beacon Hills High eat this shit up," Bear assured her.

Not that Riley really cared. She just wanted to go home and be with Coop.

The trio sat behind the mausoleum for a while. Riley tapped her foot on the ground, trying to fight off the boredom. The duo beside her was being uncharacteralistically quiet. The young witch didn't know if it was because they were excited or if they didn't want to alert any possible staff or intruder to their presence.

She checked her phone. Half an hour had passed. The spell should start take hold any second. Bear and Tilly were beaming with joy. Riley took a peak around the corner. The dolls were perfectly still, still set up around the gravestone. She sighed. The spell must have failed.

"Shit."

She was about to get up and try again, when she heard giggling coming from across the way. For a second, Riley thought it was Bear and Tilly goofing around. But they were still silent next to her, their eyes widening.

Don't freak out.

Maybe some kids had arrived already. Yeah, that was probably it.

Another set of childlike giggles. Then voices. Then other voices.

"Oh, fuck me," Riley mumbled.

A couple of kids came trudging into the graveyard, clearly unafraid of any possible staff catching them trespassing.

Riley finally peeked around the corner and saw that the dolls had started moving around. They started to hide around the graves. This would not be ending well, Riley could tell.

"Oh, God," Tilly said under her breath.

The kids had arrived at the grave just as all the dolls were gone. "This wasn't supposed to happen. They were just supposed to do some dancing."

Riley was panicked. Jordan was going to kill her. And the dolls were going to kill someone. Her eyes widened as she heard screaming.

"Okay! That's it. I'm pulling the plug!"

Riley took off back towards the gravestone. The dolls were laughing manically, yet kept their childlike pitch. Some of the kids had started to run. Two of them were sprawled out in front of the graveyard.

"Oh, jesus," Riley put the back of her hand up to her face, covering her mouth and nose as she watched one of the kids trying to put his intestines back into his body.

She turned back to her friends. "Get the damn dolls! Who gave them sharp knives?!"

The two quickly took off as Riley knelt down to heal the kid. Once again, her uncle would be proven right.

And if the reverse spell didn't take hold, the dolls would be able to do whatever they wanted until the next morning.

TAGGING: @hughstheforcelou @firsthorror @eddysocs @raith-way @foxesandmagic @reggiemantleholdmyhand-tle

#oc: riley parrish #oc: bear wallace #oc: tilly cole

[emotional-blender]

waddup Shan-dawg (its me creampiecashton!!) I hope youre drinking loads of water and eating fruit if not I will threaten u with a felony so please do those things!! I was wondering what you think of the boys in the apocalypse? (yes im going there. its been on my mind for a while) like would they wait up for each other? every man for themselves? lets talk. (hope your week gets better, sending my love and loads of hugs)

hi darling <3 <3 thank you so much. i actually have had a lot of fruit and water today, which is a stark difference than yesterday.

this is super interesting to me bc i feel like the apocalypse always brings out these traits in people that you just don't expect. i actually took an intro to lit class in uni and when i got there my prof was like, you're the luckiest class because it's officially intro to lit but i'm calling it apocalypse studies and all of the works wer studied had to do with an apocalypse in some way shape or form!

for example, when i think of ashton in every day life and the way he presents himself in the band, at first glance i'd think he'd be a leave no man behind kind of guy? but i also could see him being really fuckinh ruthless about survival. maybe he wouldn't leave them, but maybe he'd also be the firsst to suggest cooking another human they'd come across for dinner. or a baby (ala, The Road).

at first glace i'd definitely see michael as the kind of guy who was like, fuck this, leave me. but he also seems to really think life is precious so ithink that would come out and he'd really turn out to be the guy who was really good at survival. i also credit this to his clear interest in video games because there's a lot of survival tactics in those things that are maybe idealistic but at least give a good starting blue print for how to survive the apocalypse.

calum would be the softest i think. he's smart but i just see him as caring so much that he would not leave anyone behind even if it was crucial to his own survival. like, is one of the others bleeding out? cal probably isn't leave until they're dead and done and even then he wants to bring the body or guve ut a oroper burial.

luje is the loner. he's very no new friends once he's in his established apocalypse group. he wants everyone to find one safe place. he'd get good at supply runs and shit, but there's one person in the group he's a bit codependent with. and honestly that person probably dies and maybe he gets bitter, toxic, and ruthless. on second thought, it's probably luke suggesting cannibalism while ashton is trying to grow crops.

#ask #anonymous #headcanons #apocalypse!sos

[danifandxm]

THOR RAGNAROK SPOILER THOUGHTS

THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THOR RAGNAROK

PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK.

• That fucking beginning had me dying

• S U R T U R!!! THOR FIGHTING SURTUR!!! WITH FUCLING LED ZEPPELIN PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND!!!! 

• SURTUR'S. DRAGON. HOLY FUCK

• The fact Thor was calling Heimdall and one of the women with Skurge had to point out that SOMEONE needed to teleport back to Asgard. Like smh Skurge you are not worthy of Heimdall's job

• THE FUCKING STAGE PLAY AND MATT DAMON AS LOKI??? I THOUGHT THE MATT DAMON THING WAS A JOKE??? APPARENTLY NOT

• Thor threatening to hit "Odin" with Mjolnir. Psssh I knew it was Loki bc Odin is not that laid back or.... Whatever flaws there were in that illusion. Like Loki you aren't even trying

•THOR PINNING LOKI DOWN WITH THE HAMMER!!!! LIKE I WAS DEAD IN THAT THEATER JUST WATCHING THAT??? 

• DOCTOR. STRANGE. AND. LOKI. MEETING.

• When loki pulled out the daggers to attack Strange, I was like: 'Where the fuck did they come from?? Out of his ass???'

• speaking of the daggers they look fucKIN SICK (def. making those for a future loki cosplay)

• "I HAVE BEEN FALLING... FOR 30 MINUTES??" BUT DID YOU DIE??? NO BITCH XD 

• how did strange know odin was in norway????

• THE SCENE IN NORWAY WITH ODIN AND HIS SONS. HE ACTUALLY CALLED LOKI HIS SON IM NOT FUCKING OK EVEN A DAY LATER

• when odin died I almost started crying. Like sure he was a complete asshole for the last two movie but I diDNT WANT HOM TO GO

• Thor IMMEDIATELY blaming Loki for Odin's death. Like, chill man

•THE FUCKINH REVEAL THAT HELA WAS THEIR SISTER???? LIKE I STILL DON' BELIEVE IT BC LOKI AND HELA ARE WAY TOO SIMILAR. 

• H E L A. HER ENTRANCE. I WAS GOD DAMN DYING INSIDE. AS A BI WOMAN I WAS FRUSTRATED AT MYSELF XD

• "Kneel." "I beg your pardon?"

• Loki calling on Skurge to take them back. Like smh what a wuss XD 

• LOKI BEING KNOCKED OUT OF THE THING WHEN THEY'E TELEPORTING??? I NEARLY HAD A FUCKING HEART ATTACK I THOUGHT HE WAS DEAD... AGAIN.

• S a k a a r. Oh my god it's so weird yet so pretty in some places.

• VALKYRIE??? I FUCKING LOVE HER??? I MEAN SHE DRINKS A SHIT TON BUT I STILL LOVE HER  

• the freaking thing Thor goes through in the chair with the lady's voice saying what Sakaar is.

• THOR'S GIRLY AF SCREAM HAHAHAHA

• The Grandmaster. Oh my god.... Fucking hilarious. 

• The mention of units??? Like the currency in GOTG??? Holy shit

• THE TASER THING THOR HAD IN HIS NECK AND WHEN IT WAS USED HAD ME LAUGHING

• THOR VS HULK. OH MY GOOOOOOD.

• Loki: I have to get off this planet  GM: bitch nah you staying here

• THOR'S NEW POWER??? HOLY SHIT IM SHOOK???

• oml everything korg says is just hilarious. He's v v precious prOTECT HIM

• thor finding out about Valkyrie and absolutely fanboying?? Like same???

• SIF COULD'VE BEEN A VALKYRIE NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT

• THEY DID THE WARRIORS THREE DIRTY. THAT WAS NOT FUCKING OK LIKE WHY WOULD YOU KILL THEM OFF?!?!?!?!?

• Bruuuuh when Thor could see through Heimdall's eyes??? Thor looks good with orange/yellow-ish eyes??? 

• Hela gracefully falling into the tomb??? Like holy shit if I wasn't super gay before

• HER KNOCKING DOWN THE INFINITY GAUNTLET HAD ME GOD DAMN DYING

•when I saw the Tesseract I nearly fucking screeched

• when Hulk threw around thor like a ragdoll in the arena I immediately got déjà-vu from the first Avengers movie bc the animation looked similar. Also Loki's reaction: "THAT'S HOW IT FEELS!"

• LOKI'S REACTION TO HULK BEING GM'S CHAMPION IN GENERAL

• THE BATTLE IN ASGARD??? WITH LED ZEPPELIN PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND AGAIN??? LIKE JUST START PLANNING MY FUNERAL RN

• "Your savior is here!"  Me, loudly in theater: "We're all gonna die."

• When they were flying towards asgard??? This was the first time we've seen Asgard from a space view??? Looks so god damn beautiful from afar.

• F E N R I S (or fenrir, however y'all pronounce it)!!! I was a little confused to see him dead bc in actual Mythology he's chained up to prevent Ragnarok?? But eh I won't complain... Also holy shit he was bigger than I expected 

• banner landing face first on the rainbow bridge oml bruce you TRIED

• loki actually calling him bruce!!!!!??? Like I think this is the first time they've ever really... Officially talked??? When bruce isn't hulk I mean

• THOR IDENTIFYING HIMSELF AS "POINT BREAK" IN THE QUINJET HAD ME AND MY MOM DYING

• THE MESSAGE FROM NATASHA HAD ME SOBBING

• bruce wearing tony's clothes

• when thor lost bruce for a minute after he said sakaar was probably designed to stress him out had even ME panicking

• oh god when they mentioned one of the ships was meant for the GM doing... Things I visibly cringed??

• GM winking at Loki had me on edge. Like BOI don't even

• "He's my brother!" "Adopted" D A M N

• "I request safe passage... Through the anus." L O K I

• LOKI BETRAYING THOR FOR A MINUTE BUT THOR JUST TURNING THE TABLES ON HIM

• ok the first five seconds of loki being tasered was ok,,, the rest was overkill like stOP HURTING HIM

• THOR JUST LEAVING LOKI LIKE GOD DAMN WHAT A BROTHER YOU ARE

• The "get help" scene oh my god

• "Well it seems that you are in despterate need of leadership" why am I getting flashbacks

• THE BLACK SUIT LOKI HAD AT THE BATTLE OF ASGARD??? LIKE TAKE ME NOW

• thor's snake story. Like loki why did you think stabbing him was a good idea. Also....thor likes snakes?? DOESN'T A SNAKE LIVE WITHIN THE OCEAN OF ASGARD??? or did, anyway 

• when loki looked at the tesseract when he was about to put surtur's skull on the eternal flame I was like: "BOI DON'T FUCKING DO IT" i think he did and I'm super worried

• WHEN HELA SLICED OUT THOR'S EYE I ALMOST SCREAMED

• when the team managed to get out of asgard I started panicking when I saw that Loki didn't come back like guys you don't unDERSTAND

• "I would hug you if you were here right now" "I'm here" FUCK IM CRYING NOW

• Loki saying the eyepatch suits Thor,,,, BBY NO

• ASGARD IS NOT A PLACE, IT'S A PEOPLE. HOLY SHIT THAT'S ICONIC 

• when heimdall took off his cloak thing and I saw his arms??? Consider me dead rn bc god daMN HE LOOKIN GOOD

• THE PEOPLE OF ASGARD FIGHTING OH MY GOOOD

• THOR'S COMING BACK TO EARTH OH MY GOOOOD

• "Let me rephrase that. Do you think it's a good idea for ME to come back to earth." S h i t  I didn't even think abt Loki for a sec

• WAS THAT HUGE ASS SHIP RONIN'S SHIP FROM GOTG OR IS THAT THANOS'???

• 'Thor will return in Infinity War' I yelled "YES" 

• THAT FIGHT BETWEEN LOKI AND VALKYRIE THO I COULD WATCH THAT ALL DAY

• NEW POWER WE HAVEN' SEEN LOKI DO BEFORE??? HOLY SHIT??

•HIS SNIDE REMARKS TO VALKYRIE LIKE BOI THIS GIRL COULD RIP YOU APART

• valkyrie definitely had a gf in her squad, just saying

• SOME OF THE VISUALS LOOKED LIKE A GOD DAMN MURAL YOU WOULD SEE IN AN ART MUSEUM HOLY SHIT. 

• loki using his horns as a weapon oml

THIS MOVIE WAS SO FUCKING GREAT I'D WATCH IT UNTIL I DIE

THANK YOU TAIKA

#thor ragnarok spoilers #thor ragnarok #loki #thor #thor odinson #loki laufeyson #hela #grandmaster #korg #valkyrie #miek #heimdall #mcu #marvel #I'm With You Til The End Of The Line

[captainfeelmyangst5sos-blog]

The drama of my life

I always considered my childhood an actually happy childhood, yeah, of course there were little things as grew up with my parents fighting or my family hating each other, or even the little ammount of bullying I suffered from 4th grade to 10th. Of course there were bad things, bad days...I cried lot of times, but most of my childhood are happy memories... But when I turned 17 and I graduated from secondary school....I thought everything was going to get better from then on, little did I knew, that was the start of the worst years of my life.

Back at school I hated going because I felt stupid because everyone was smarter, i felt ugly because everyone, somehow was always prettier or whatever. I hated to go because no matter what I liked, they always found a way to make fun of me because of that, that's why I spend hours alone, just reading or listening to music. I thought that once I graduated things will get better...But of course, I took some years before getting into high school, because I knew what I wanted to do (be an actress) and I didn't really needed high school for that. The thing was that had stayed at home, all day, with my parents and  all, it was worst that going to school,...I never thought that would have been possible. Through the years of 17 and 19 were some kind of dark years, I spent the whole time alone, getting called stupid and useless by my parents, I spend the day watching TV Shows online and talking to my online friends...I don't know if I developed depression or not, to be honest, I never really went to any psycologist to confirm it, but through that years I just wanted to stay in my room and sleep most of the days. Things got better like for "few years", I met my online best friend in that time and it was grate, better than grate even...But, even I didn't know then I wasn't good, I wasn't good at all, I feel like I was an attention seeker if I ever talked about my problems, I felt like a faliure all the time about every little thing,I felt like no one cared about me the way I cared about them you know? Like I was all day in home and I had no friends...So I lowkey expected my "friends" to be similar or something, and If they were out, or didn't talk to me because  they were to busy...Well, I lowkey hated them for that, on reality was just that I hated myself and my life for not doing that myself. From 20 years old to 21 (early this year) I had lost way too many friends, I had got into way too many fights and dramas and I just hated more and more everything.... I've always been like "It's not that bad...Everyone feels lonely, anyone has a perfect life or family"; now I know it's not like that. Like, now I had realize the feelings I feel, the way I think ain't the things someone healthy and happy should feel or think. Every time I talk about this I feel like an attention seeker, like somehow I want people to tell me "No, honey, come on, you're not that, you're grate". Every time I look at myself I just hate what I see you know? I look around me and all I see is talented, beautiful people. Like some are smart as hell, others are beautiful as those tumblr people, other can either sing, draw, write, dance....And meanwhile I'm just here without can even talk proper english....I hated myself for that... Yeah, of course there are good days when I look at myself and I'm like "DAM¡ I look good today¡" but that's like 1 day out of 50 and it just sucks. All of that including how my family....This whole dam world treats me is just....Too much...Family are the people who are supposed to love you and support you through everything, no matter what....I'm a pretty ordinary person, like it's not like I'm someone of those people from the movies that either do drugs, goes out too much, sleeps around or just...I don't know, likes heavy metal? I don't know...I love pop, I love cute nice movies with happy endings...I literally can't understand why my family treats me like I'm worth anything....Do you know how much it fucking hurts when your own mother says that If they can only afford one degree in the family that one getting it will be your brother because he's smarter than you? Do you know how it fuckinh hurts that your father, even he did raised you and took care of you, really doesn't care about you at all? How it feels like to have the perfect brother, who everyone love as a constant reminder of what a failiure you are? How fucking hurts to think about your life and literally cry because you just realize that your parents, the ones who are supposed to love you more than anything either don't care about you or just critizice every little fucking thing you do? On the year 2017 was a before and an after for me you know? I thought if I ever became a famous actress or something things will get better, like we would have money, my parents would be able to afford the divorce, would be happier because we won't fight over money and shit like that...But this year I realized that won't change anything. Our problems aren't about money, I mean, we do have economical problems, but the biggest problems are inside of us...I don't know what kind of childhood my parents had, but I really hate that they are treating us.....me like this, don't get me wrong; they did took care of me, they had always had a roof under my head and food on the table...But being a family is way more than that; being a family is love, respect, support....Things I haven't seen in a lot of time...

I'm not even kidding when I say they all be better off without me, and no, I'm not talking about killing myself... If I just disapeared...If I just dissapeared one day....I honestly think they all would be happier, like yeah they'd be sad for a bit, few months...But they'll move on from that...They would have the golden kid my brother is and the rebel but smart as fuck kid the little one is... I literally feel like I'm just here because it's just that way....I ain't smart, beautiful, brilliant or have any special talent....

You know those quotes that say shit like "Your life is like a movie and you're the lead role, think about all this bad things are just the opening for the good stuff" , well, I feel like If my life was a movie I would be just literally a dam extra....

I know my life is pretty dam grate, I'm not dying, I'm healthy, I have a house, food on the table and at least my parents didn't rape me or beat me up....But honestly...I feel like I'm broken...I feel like I'm broken and I can't be fix....

#sad #depression #my life

[welcome-to-sanjis-shitty-kitchen]

Brain what the fuck, i want to sleep

Its like 5 am and im remembering the most random shit. In my graduation cermony in highschool every student got awarded some sort of title, a short introduction associated with some hobby or talent, a litteral fake diploma for being cool. So it was only me and this dude who got something with videogames, the dude got something like he was flippin awesome at videogames, like very good at videogames. But hoo boy, mine got specific, i got awarded being the queen of horror basicly. Like, it's nowhere close to the truth, but it sounded so much fucking cooler then the other dude who was like generally good. I think i know what teacher gave me that title though, cause we hanged out a lot, i talked to him a fucking lot about The evil within and we watched trailers and lets plays. Also some silent hill shit but oh well. I had like extra time so he could monitor me and help so i actually did my work. But every single time half of the godamn lesson we always just talked shit or videogames. Apparantly we litterally almost lived next to eachother at some point, his friend is my neighbour and he lived further up. We had so much internal jokes about the shitty countryside. We litterally greeted eachother in the hallway like "hey shit waddup in the dump" "its still shit, thnx for asking" Since i always drawed when i was bored he usually saw a lot of it. He thought i drawed him once and refused to accept the godamn fact i was drawing nathan drake. This is what i do at 5:30 in the morning. THINK TOO GODAMN MUCH. anyways it was fun remembering that shit because my friends arent the biggest fans of videogames so i really had no one to talk to about games i really loved. Actually no one still really like videogames, or dont care too much about them. Tumblr helps though, kinda satisfying to see other people talk about shit i like. Anyways this was suposed to be short but as everyone of you guys probably have noticed i cant fucking write short stories. This was a problem in litterature classes as i had to much fucking exposition and planned plot in my head to know where to start. It always took so much fucking time cause i had to plan out my characters into detail, their mental image, personality, traits, how their behavior and mentality was affected by the plot and to shove some moral choices on how they could act appropritly for it to not seem fuckibg weird. Aka i thought about too much friggin details and i always didnt turn in the assignment in time or i couldnt progress the story because i didnt know where i had my characters. Wiritng on my own is great though. Have a super fucking long story ive been working on for about 8 years now. Its fuckinh insane. This thing is like my fucked up little baby that will never see the light of day. If i read it now i would have to kinkshame myself. As in a fan of gory and fucked up shit, real trippy messing with ur head shit. The story is basicly outlast 2. Just less evil cults. But since i decided to make it a realistic story theres so much fucked up shit with how much people can affect eachother. And since im really cruel to my main character its ofc in a negative way. His basicly kaneki ken levels of insane and i kinda want to kill him at this point. Funny enough when i created the actual art for how he would look i ended up making a version of myself as a dude. Because it was easier to give him my personality as he can seem more genuine and not all his conversations make him seem bipolar cause i cant follow a pattern of personalities. Jesus christ i need to sleep, and maybe draw some more.

#h god this is long #im so sorry #i babbled on again #fuck

[failinginvestigativejournalist]

Dont freak out, itss just writing

i grew up fast (so fast) (too quick nigga) (wish i went through when i was just a bit bigger) can you tell me who the parent is uh ya the first time i drove a whip i was a fuckin kid, (96 suburban nigga) (yo yo, did you tell em why) oh ya shit my fault my mom was bleeding from her chin i dont know what from or what about, scared to death i took that drive to the ER (Medical SHIIIT) (mom got too drunk again and feel out) (wheres dad? in his room his doors locked, figures i dont expect, as i try to knock (no answer nigga) i dont blame em he removes himself from the sitiation so he dont hit her) ya i fucking grew quick, ya i fucking tryed some shit, the first time i dropped out and took some shroomies i was age 6 plus 6, thats 12 for the illiterates, actually aas a matter a fact it was fuckin pleasant as fuck as i drew back the droe and took another hit. now that i think that was the day, older brother came and gave me cig i obliged no way to say nay, i was still trippin and it was a sensational feelin, it left me stumblin and dizzy a head rush like no other i was hooked for live to the day and i dont blame him, i dont think he knew what he had started, adding to the compilation of the monsxter inside that took refuge and started, poison in his mind, the drugs altered his brain activity but he was buckled up and commited to the ride.Shit i just said in third person let me apologize to yall sometimes the ideas flow together like two fortune five mergin, these feels of hate be strong ya im hurtin, i cant blame no one, i cant choose the family i was birthed in, started sniffin ups felt my blood surgin, gotta big head but my nemisis, the evil inside myself was bigger aboutt the size of a white sturgeon, like some northern ish that canadain shit like british columbia or somethin idk, alls i can say is that BC bud out that bitch is my fav to blow, the sour D, diesel to be exact for you niggas who waana try to nit pick or correct my personal facts, let me just speak at you,  all the hatin niggas tryin bring me down, bad news, i do drugs like steve from fuckin blues clues, but my rents always on time when that xshits due, any ways i side tracked speaking of tracks just lined some shit up did with speed did with need i did it with tact, im dextrous and shit i always have a unique train of thought oh shit trains again trains derailed at this point hhaaha i crack myself up sometimes with the wit in my words leh-let you in on the pun so you can join in my fun, about the lines the lines are no more you didn arrive in time i promise these raps have rhythm they have rhyme i aint spittin to waste your time, i aint spittin to catch a dime, bag or bitch, it really dont matter, niether last long but they are still my niche, come here bitch come hit this shit, this time dont have a fit, mind over matter just stick yuh nose in these rails sit down for a bit, drink some wata, go to your happy place we are gettin to old for me to have tote on yuh just from hitten lines but i put up wit it, you got that 50 thou boat on yuh, not to mention your ride, that shit is so sweet i cant decidddee which id rather seed, as in inseminate with my seaman as i play the part as a seaman workin for seimans on a marine voyage i aint like you im a higher being, i dont know whatchu talkin whatch your eyes be seein i am a divine heathan i really cant fucking believe a niggas still breathin im a florida boy born and raised, i sit the fuck back drink my beer in the shade, high as i usually am a rinny tin tin rinscotts tale \down the rintin like a shark fin poatched by commercial fisherman thrown in a bin, no regard for life the human race is so greedy, people just aint my type, say what you want i know me best and i know im right. my creative talents on the other hand be outta sight, im my own worst enemy to cross the bridge pay the fee, trollin in the hood for that g, withdrawin, shakin i drop to my knee look up to the sky ask god if he sees. hear the sound of humming, huh must be bees, or im trippin out maybe its a flash back i dont remmember. whats th-this street, tremblin think my heat skipped a bit, or a couple shakinso bad my knes begin to buckle, anxiety can be dibilatated held me back from so much in life thers no debating. unfamiliar route. made it to this bar ordered a stout got to thinking, you may ask what about, this is why i like solitude to be on my own to answer to noone to depend on myself and live it to the fullest while im yung, my mind will reel, replaying all i know every single memory, that im capable of bringing back, i compare my brain to a file cabinet, i keep it hidden like in an office towards the back. A photographic memory is a gift and a curse, ill tell you whatat, if you dont keep it in check you will end up in a herse, sure you can remember the happy shit the good things in your life but you cant fucking forget the huge hits the fucking bad bitch the one who broke your heart? dounno how to forget you but i think i know where to start, i thought it was drugs, i numbed my body with chemicals little did i know with every shot the metaphorical shovel scooped out some more dirt from the inconcievable whole i fuckin dug. my life has been weird kinda like an opriental from a flee market an awkward rug, with no real spot in the house, was always the black sheep in the fam i tryed to tip toe as quiet as a mouse, some tom and jerry shit my mistakes and regrets cbhasing me around like tom the cat from that shit, I hide in my hidey whole, disconeected from any social environmeent i often found myself cryin, but self loathin is kinda like being a a gay with some dicks hes blowin, givin a ski job pitty is the lube hatred is the tube the vessel to carry out a deed the fags not sure about, hes experimentin comparable to some situations in my life cept wont catch me with two dudes in a shower, that was just a metaphor. you feel me? im sure the haters will hop all over that verse but just fuckinh hear me. I got my shades on and these bitches special, haters they block, they keep you no fun, sticklers out of sight out of mind like spf 75 sun block, that industrial shit, factory born hear the lunch bell on the horn, an  hour passes the busy bees come back to the floor to join the others to join the masses; the hoard., here the hum of the worker bees at work as they sneek rum in there flasks stuck it in to the hive got it past the queen time to catch a buzz to make this pain stop while i avoid the fuzz the narks at work, cant control it even if they wanted to stop. i dont want to hurt. this was a metaphor for the endless rut of a reality ive become accustomed to; succomed too, the low of the low. comparable to a german trench on the frontlines., my life feels like a conveyer belt, makin the same product running the same direction never really goiong any where, now thats was an analagy, keeping up? yung unsensitive how many? 0 fucks, 0 fucks giveen, 0 blights forgiven, spiteful to death and mornful for noone, nothing left inside just another no-go, malfunctioning product family be like feeling “ i feel like they robbed us” of our brother our son and our friend , dont worry fam im still with you in your hearts up to the end. im tired of our society with all its malice and fallacy, thinking to my self how sad it must be, to be washed in the brain to be hypnotized, this shits so insane.you want that shit super sized? of course nigga watchu you sayin. A glutonous society obsessed with self indulgence people actually still believe good people are in abundance. Speaking of which, fuck the people for a tec, have you looked around lately, this earth is a wreck, mark my words we headin straight for destruction, We are not being good care takers, we fuckckin actin so careless what doesdo the opeople in power really expect?? just pass it on to the next generation “ohh, its not our life time we will leave it for you” Thats a big fuck you to the generations after you undeserving self entitled fucks finallyy croak. get the fuck outa here, tell me when you sold your sold, you heartlesxs bastards would give anything for xsome more of that paper thgat rules all, the pressure you have put on everyone, no one is an exception, to support ourselves and loved ones to provide for our own and multiple other peoples nees, the urge to make money looms over our heads like a pestiliant storm cloud of angst and uncertainty, boreing a fucking whole in our moral, making peoplpe desperaate rising crime rates because people get desperate, people need to survive and they will do dam near whatever it takess to make the money they need, for whatever purpose.  ill whipe my ass with it throw in your cards i will win you better fold. i have freeedom, you ask what? anominity you fuckers, i can moldd my own life i have the freedomm of choosing, i certainly dont have to wait for legislation to pass a bill which you bribed for votes to do so anyways, to do something something much worse than im capabloe of ever doing, intentionally ruining the environment and turning our planet to mars just for paper with and idea (with a “hey, take our word for it, its worth something “””WE PROMISE”””” fucks) behind it not even gold bars, fuck you niggas mark my words illl bring all you mother fuckers down, ill run you fucks out of town, you hear that sound? its a train. its my passion and my determination to take you out, maybe ill use a fuckin plane? i mean its o.k. for the CIA to do it, right? Create this ridiculously elaborote ruse this plot, thyat fucking fooled all the ignorant and brainwashed americans you have already sucked in with your cancerous propaganda, kids lost to your bullshit through social media and the fucking criteria you make teachers teach young minds, we are taught from a very young age that “ huraaahh america is number one! Terrorists bad! Environmental destruction of a planet good!” how about we help some of the third woorld countries (which you know we wouldnt have to be gunning down women and children in the streets) we could just like give them the water they need? help them gentrify there communities teach them how to develop better skills, teach them more efficient ways to take advantage of their land, maybe bring some seeds to food sources that can be grown creating a bit of self sustainability that may not be indigenous but would grow in their country?? you greedy fucks just want oil, when we have enough in our reserves in alaska/canada to last north america 500 years falsey blame others, create an imaginary war “the war on terrorism, which infact is a fucking cover a false entity, to entice patriotism to loosely keep this crumbling empire together the last attempt, the only thread left in the button holding up the pants we call america, you forgot to tell the word all that shit is just whack  [ simply a meticulously pplanned and executed ploy to spur interests in the middle east, control the oil and power will return back east, return to u, Cause god knows you tax the fuck out of us for EVERYTHING especially mnother fucking gas, so we can pay for wellfare and pay for fucking solar power for rich fucks who e==inherited wealth, people who hdont know what working a day means and never will be, never had a problem, never been broke “oh shit my fucking croket set is missingg a ball” lose the pretense fuckers, you cocksuckers, arrogant low lives.. Money makes you any better then the hard working man that cover your tax breaks pay like our fucking ppolice forces (who are a bunch of ROTC drop outs with a badge and sense of power nnow being unfair and crooked taking some kind of revenge on the idea of the kids who picked on them all through out school” Motherfucker its harder to become a plumber, the learning and process is longer/more rigorous then a 6 month police academy which is fucking my lil pony world ( ith ink there is a fantasy kids show for my lil pony with their own fantasy dimension/world)compared to a military bootcamp.  A doctrine instilled to stop the spread of communisim wherever and whenever it may presenet itsxelf? when is the fighting going to stop in that area of our dying earth, thjey have been fighting eachother since lifes initial birth, what whoever was in power or in charge of trading the petroleumn to us wanted to charge an extra dollar 4 dollars  aBARREL instead of 3??? whaa you fucking greedy cunts,? so we invade and take control put there people on dog collars?? for wshat a dollar difference in productionfreedom of speech as you mothers suck the livlyhood from our home like a blood sucking leech, so careless, you know exactly what your doing, you just dont care it aint your problem your headin towardcs the end your death is brewin, well im the reaper of death cloaked in black i always get my man like a cold inwe can hardly co-exist and efficiently function. We are on world one love bob marley shit im getting tired of going throught the motions im all fucked up inside and shit. Early development can be a lynch pin. to either set a strong first corner stone, ceremonial placement of the first corner stone, free mason shit, corn and vegetable oil, so many customs and traditions are goin down a fuckin hill catch em rollin. Early  life is so fucking critical for a young kid, childrens minds are like a sponge they are looking up to their elders they are developing mentally they consume everything around them and retain more than you know, give your kids a healthy and stimulating environment and they will let there talents grow let there talents show let there brilliance flow let there inhibitions go, gone like dust in the wind, never catch em in trouble nothing, not one sin. They will begin to get older, be super organized, super focused for school, every class haxs a folder. As you watch them grow you will feel it in your heart you will fuckin kno, atleast you did this at least you used your parental guidance for good. when you die you know youll be missed, your kid dont throw fits, not one bit, hes such a chip off the old block that was cliche as fuck haha tuck em inh for bed his forhead you kiss. I just might fucking shed a tear, I cant fight this urge to drink a beer. I cant deny this fucking fear, I must look like just like headlights shinin onm a deer, jock strap aroun d my ankles, dumbfounded, look in  my eyes, perplexed, look on my face as it hits, you get a certain taste in your mouth this race is coming to a close suddenly your filled with doubht, seriously you should be care free, yuou did your duty as a parent, im jealous wish that was me, chill the fuck out go drink some fucking relaxing tea or something, sobrietyy seems to be a good mixture along with love and rationality to make a family function like a well greased machine, like a mechanisim freshly whipped down with some white lithium grease. tuned and ready to go, temped to huff the fumes and left everything go, turn your car on shut the garage door, let death grip  you, dont seem to care anymore, I cant change the past and i have no regreats, will i make it to thirty? “right over here people!” “place your bets!”, ill take my tickets to my Life Show and just scalp em make some extra cash, im already absent, so detatched;incapable of feeling. even if im there aint nothing going on emotionally in there (guarantee you im smilin an nodding i really dont give 2 fucks no more”, take that money right to the plug i promote fucking drugs not hugs, or why not both? why does the saying have to be one or the other when sxometimes its both you desire the most. Take the scalpin’ money from the tickets to the play of my life, go on down to the hood, pick up some bags mis amigos habla “Drogas” los hermanos tambien, this urge is hard to fight. Its a romance [a ritual of being, so0mething un explainable i wish i was never a part of, im always metaphorically bleeding. My poker face is strong, fuck showing weakness i alwayxs thought it was to show emotuion. wrong....... but its not, it can save your life, can \get you through, throw you a life jacket, get you out of that tide you fought, that frigid water no warmer than dry eyes.. Ive always been a loose cannon, I go with the flow, not lookin back, been chillin with the old heads they were suprisxed i could hang and, back to the point haha literally or figuratively is the question... im not gonna keep you waitin or leave yall hangin, i hate cliff hangers, make me wait 45 five minutes leave me jonesin’ its slow goin like grindin that ‘crete in the hangers polishin’ that baby out and coatin with some apoxy, its a process, i just get my drugs, whate=vers around and hit bangersz til i pass out, thatsx how my life has been goingg, i feel like im in the chambers just waiting to be gassed out. Flip the fuuckin switch you fuckin pussy end all this malcontent and hate, make itt black, eternal reest at loast.. dress me up real nice maybe a sharp vest, go through the processions and go through the motions fucking burn my body bitches, i want to be in the ocean ive always felt drawn to it, like an unexplainable,, unatainable unfakeable feeling or notion. im happiest sippin a coctail right by the ocean,  thats where you put me to rest... ill be pissed as fuck dont treat me like a fucking ruck; i beenn aroound, age is but a number, my knowledge is  vast and profound, ya thats right bitch im fuckin educated, know more tthan you will learn in your life time and im 20 years, old get what im sayin? i dont got a big heaad im actually humble,  just at my  breaking point. if i was a volcanoe you would feel the rumble; the pre-emptive signs of an eruption pre-determineed in the creator’s mind he took his divine time to find a wayy to grin away the time it took to find the book i bind when al i want is to be stress free and unwind but im the opposite wound up liike the grandfather clock i wish i could stop , the wheels are in motion the gears are set to full speed the feels keep comin i got this itch; this notion, this inkling to stop minglin, stop wastin my time with u useless fuccks. i think its time, its not the end my journey, just started this epic tale of sorrow, my feelings have departed, im fuckingg frozen over colder than ice, dry ice. cant touch me im full of hate and vice, addictive personality on a suicide mission like a ffucking missionary willing to die for his faithh,. i wish man willing to be a martyr for his religion.. ya bitch i smoke stoges in the hotel room just send the  bill to him if it comes to me itll end up in the fucking rubbish bin with a looggie on top coughin up brown shit to young for that talk, to young for heart disease pack and a half a day to try to keep my miind at ease, the stress is buildin im like a tickin time bomb, im so wound up like a clock rigged to blow mount vesuvius, a test nuke... the alarm is soundinn off. A  bright flash like a million lightning strikes, bout to pop off.. but atleast with style got my limited eddition nikes, listen to me i soound like them, listen to me bitching like a fucking fem, bottle it up, thats what society saays, male suicide is at an all time high like two polar opposites due to wed, its never gonna work im always going to be sad im always going to hurt, no fuck it, im a lock it up and throw away the key, im gonna forget about all this shit and be a fuckin G, be hardcore like the brothhers, leave bitches cryin in the street like aall our fuckin mothers, 32 degrees ferenhiet tatted on my left pec it signifies the tempture of my heart no longer warm and red, its frozen over, it hardly beats, that shit is smaler than the grinches, i turned into what they want me to be, a danger to society, getthe fuck outa myface before i shoo,t b, I got nothing to lose, living for nothing, nada, goose eggs nigga dont give a fuck reckless, no regard for life i dont give two fucks a partridge in a ghetto street, aint no merry christmas song, i like my biches thick and dirty wearin'n some fesh tomy thongs, i use em abuse and enthuse them then ruse thm excusse them fuckin confusethem "why you so distaant all of the suden" keep the vow of silence, like a monk on a holy missio, a friar on a divine quest, sending telepathic messages look into my eyes and see, get the fuck out i was never real these feelings meant nothing to me manipulator, manipulationist making up woprds never been a relationist, the masster of his craft a ventrilliquist or a puppet master you were to blind to see, mama was right just a socio path, ya bitch tell your 7 year old child that; see how long his chipper attitude lasts, im lower than nothing, not even a worm maybe i could bbe a fucking tick suckin blood, noting left of the kid i used to be, no more self worth, i cant love you when i cant love myself, how you expect me to support you when all i do is grab a spoon andd melt all the money thaat comes my way, a junkie, bum destined for an early  death and you think yous my bride to be, sorry hun you reaad me wrong, i know its hard cause bitches never know whats goin on inside my head, as i lay in bea,d staring off to somewhere, anywhere but next toyou, staring off into space thinking about my drug abuse, asking myself why, but i know the answer ready to die, but i think ill get a lapper frm one more danceer, i wanna go out in style, not som lame shit maybe go up to a mountain and stand on a cliff, look down, see wher im destined to end up as i take the safety off, finger carressing the trigger, a cool wind blows as i prepare to leave my loved ones bitter, surprised they sstayed aound thislong only ever let em down ever since i was young, never good enough always disappointing this rap comes so easily writing it like noothing, to get this off my chest as theend comes near, i shaped my own destiny i chose to die, now i chose to die here, fuk your beliefs and your faith in gods plan i took my life intomy own fucking hands, i think we all know einstiens theory of insanity, i been doin the same shit fr so long now exspectin shit to change and, i guess im insane.. i took my brilliiant, my sharp mind and put it to waste. its time to pull the inevitable, the good die young idk in this case if thats viable, im scummy i did whatever it took to get my fix to kill that pitt  in my tummy. i hurt people close, i stole from my famil.y.. its time to end it, like i caqme into the world, by myself always alone, soemthing that my father toldme that really stuck, its cynical as fuck, but he was right. he said stay out of the bullshit the groggy muck. Only lookout for yourself son, ive been arounnd awhile, [people dont give a fuck about anyone else they care only for themselves, in the end at the most critical time they will always choose them instead of some one else. We are alone in this wrld and its the hard truth jut learn not to ddepend on others while you are still in your youth, ive been fucked over to many times by people i thought i was very close to. now im out to get mines me and only me you and only you, get that fucking look on ur face sorry for beeing real and telling the truth, im trying to prepare your for whats ahead, im tryig to prevent you from depending on a brutus who will fill you with lead, stab you in the back for their own personnal gain, being to trustworthy is a heroic flaw like being egotistical, wanting to help your friends to much, being aragont ect. kryptonite to super man pease dont be batman and let it be yourr bane, bane as in the villian to let you know. im back, here are my words again not my dads, ji really do miss all the relationships i had, havent spoken to my dad in years tookk one for theteam stayed with mama dukese inj the ssplit to save faace, foir my innocent younger brothers. you know what shes also my motheer, shes not capable of surviving alone i didnt think i would abandon her ever i thought id never do that, i stuck with her out of evveryone, a family oof six she looked out for me in times of strife wish i could give her one last kiss, just shot my last 20 and i fucin missed, absesses dont matte any more i bet this 45 shoots true time for the finale,  no way i can miss, as the curtains close on my young life one last thought people really took to me, like white on rice, women were drawn to me the mystery i had them enticced, June baby as a cancer i am hard to understand i met a chick once who had a spot in my liifes bnd, she knew me we had a connection so much love we were never disrespectin im glad i could atleast i could teach hersome shit before she ripped my beeating heart out of my chest and stepped on it. Loved hermore than life and i still do i promised her one day i would find her and marry her, walkher down that isle say the words ido, she felt what i felt i know its tru, wasnt ready fgor commitment baby i wil alwayslove yo never orget you if i can i connect with you, like a disease i infected you i aways broght you downi was just baggage extra wait holing you down dragging around im glad youo saw through my snake charming ways saw me for who i was a bumm who couldnt change noot in a short number of days, someone so crippled by pain and grief it was beyond belief, she was the only one i wore my heart on my sleeve for , she lef me sobbinig, crrying violently without end in the door the doorway to more pain. i know she had no choice she had to live her lifee i was just in he way, i was obscuring her focus. eye on the prize isthe only way to achieve your goals and tnt them fuckin boulders, in your way, today i die babe, long time comin bet yall thought i was here to stay. baby l dontshed a tear kno i died drinkin a beer haha but nah you were my last thoughts thinking about all the time we spent getting lost in eachothers eyes and gettin so close we read eachothers thougts, illl miss or idk if ill be concious or just nothjingness, i guess ill fnd out when i finally stop being a pussy and proced with this, see ya velma ill always be your shaggy thinka bout me and dont forget what i made you see, in your self im just another memory on our shelf but let it bbe one thaat sticks we had somethingthat made ssense just clicks somethin that felt so right im really gonn miss, everythinig abnout you im sorry you couldnt trust me but i dont doubt why. i know the truth ive never denied a thing in my life, dont getme wrong everybody tells a little white lie, but you know what its a sign of intelligence not to be afraid to say idk not to lie for the hll of it. Ill see you soon in the nxt life or two i hope reincarnatiuon has a possibility of being true, godbye cruel world th ride is over it was a hell of a whirl, i leave you with absolutely nohing conntributted i was just a part o the cancer people had to live with, butnever acknowledgedd, acted ignoant to ther surroundings as daddy paid for college, i burned bright and hot and had a lot of fun, i had alot of life experienc got alot of shit done, nothing productivee of course in ssocieties eyes but i did fullfill atleast some personal goals, important things in my eyes, the curtains are almost done descending as my pittiful life is ending, but keep your pitty mother  fuckers i dont want shit from any of you i dont give yoou nothin dont be so self righteous you look like a bunch of fools, greive for me or celebrate my life i guess its on you how you chhoose to rfemmeber a nobody that nobody knew, a couple feet before the curtains drop, is that? myy eyes decieving? me? no i do see that a single rose descends from the skies, i stare intently at the work of art, a rose is soo beautiful, a representation of love, from the heart, so delicate with its velvet petals, easily ruined a boket wouldve been nice, but who am i fooling, thats a beautiful thing, that was really nice. the product bubbles as i take my last hit of ice, cant takemy eyes off that rose.. its so beautiful... the gun on my forhead now, looking at each individual pedals.. dew from the early mornin forming a small puddle around that naturral phenom, that iconic organic, spectaacular symbol of sometthing real, somethin that matters, something sensual. 

As the bits of his brain splatter behid him, arms spread; with grace, almost angelic.he falls off the ciff a hundred feet now for falling, weird but there was a look of peace in his eyes; on his face, maybe he wll finally find happiness.. he fell with nobility and so much grace the floor he hit, his finall restingplace, what cuold be a better box then a natural setting, a  beaauty of nature, crawling all around and he will return to the earth, the mother wll  take him back just as she gave birth, i thinnk this shit is over now its not my story to tell, inside voices kids no reason to yell. shhhhhhhhhhh. 

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