#faggots on my screen

[spinecurlingmice]

the sonadow takeover just has a lot of this i noticed

[taraxacum-vulpes]

this is so bad

[voidyyzz]

Guess who learned to draw 5 fingered hands

Anyways OHG MY GOD I NEED TO KISS THIS PIECE OF SHIT ON THE LIPS I NEED HIM I WANT TO MAUL HIM TO SHREDS <33333333333

Ixol,,,,hehtghrrhberhfugbhj,,,

Inspired by this ixol image i found in my camera roll that i didnt know i had

If yall know who made this pLEASE TELL ME I CANT FIND THE IMAGE SOURCE ANYWHEREEEE

[pisshandkerchief]

HELLO??????????

[coffinkissez]

WHERE IS SHE… SHOW ME HER…….. THIRTEHENBBNENRNRNDJEN 😍🥰😍🥰🥰😘🥰🥰😘😘🥰💞💗💞💕💞💘💖💞💞💓💗💘💞

[heartbreakfeelsogood]

What does your tag sb mean

my friends and i have an inside joke for a group of our favorite wrestlers so whenever i reblog stuff of that group together i tag it with “sb” because its an initials of the joke

[puppybong]

just remembered they made bart gay in yjtv

[concoulor]

I forgot to add, roman also calls himself a walking rainbow band at kendall’s birthday, logan calls him bendy in s1, and logan asks if it’s all “screens and up the ass” with him

[j-crow]

they are so incredibly dear to me its insane

[gatsbydyke]

idk what it is abt being intoxicated that turns the autism up to like 11

[figtreefan]

Your honour, they are faggots. Thank you and I will not be taking further questions at this time.

[liberty-spiked]

nothing more disgusting and shameful than having to tell bosslady shit about my personal life :)

[zhimaqiu]

sapphire + raspberry from the colors post :)

*salutes with the tip of his tongue out* luteinant zhi ready for killing god duty!

also, what is there to study..... about me.... i am a simple gal with a hint of madness

[tony-andonuts]

No mean to be creepy over irl people but holy fucking shit is Grant O'Brian hot

[meavaly]

Why is homestuck

silly comic with things in it that make me giggle and cry . i QUADRANT homosuck

[johnbrand]

Useful

“Hey bro, are you just about done in there? I gotta finish cleaning up before I head out on my date tonight.”

“Your what?” Joe, a little startled, popped his head out of the bathroom, having just finished styling his own hair. 

“A date.” There was a glimmer of hope lingering in Joe’s roommate’s eyes. Ever since his disastrous breakup with his longtime girlfriend, it had been hard for him to reenter the romance scene, let alone even speak with a girl. Recently, it had felt like his attraction to women had been faltering, the sudden fracture having impacted his sexuality more than he thought. But now, Joe’s roommate felt like he had found someone special, and he was confident enough to take the chance.

Joe took his roommate in for a moment, noticing he was still wrapped in a towel below the waist.

“Are you wearing that to your date with…?”

“Lily.” A warm smile bloomed onto his roommate's face. “And no dude, I’m thinking of fraternity polo and some nice khakis.”

“'Lily'?” Joe questioned, testing the name out. “Sounds like a chick’s name. But you don’t like women, fagster.”

Joe watched as his roommate short-circuited, his brain processing the trigger word. 

“Good, good, that's it, bro,” Joe smirked, watching his roommate’s eyes roll back. “Just focus on me and my words as your head gets fuzzy. Such a good bro. Don’t resist it. No more thoughts, just empty-headed bliss.”

Joe and his roommate had been rooming together for a couple of years now. The two had not been particularly close in college, but coming from the same fraternity they had known each other well enough to grab an apartment together after graduation. Joe had liked his roommate, but eventually he had gotten bored of his roommate's same monotonous routines. “Catch the game?”, “Wanna grab a beer?”, “Hey, sorry if my girl and I were too loud last night, won’t happen again. I promise.” The repetition got to a point where it was too much.

After a while, Joe decided to do something about it. They were both attractive, and yet somehow the guy who had at least two hookups a week was getting less action than the one in a relationship. The one who was too busy to help Joe clean up the apartment the one time he asked. The one who would not even wingman for him as his girlfriend "might consider it cheating." So, Joe decided that the best thing to do was make his roommate useful. And Joe knew that the most useful thing a straight guy could have was a dedicated faggot.

“Hand me your phone,” Joe ordered. Slowly, his hypnotized roommate presented him with the device. Joe already knew the password, so he logged in and navigated himself to the new dating app that had appeared on his roommate’s home screen. At first, he considered this act as a step backwards in his roommate's conversion process, but Joe was pleasantly surprised once he opened Lily’s profile.

“A tranny?” This had been unexpected, but Joe decided to take it as a step in the right direction. He cemented this theory when he realized Lily had not yet undergone any feminizing bottom surgery. Before this had all began, Joe’s roommate had been 100% straight through and through. Not homophobic by most means, but he would not have dated anyone he did not consider “wholly female”. His interest in Lily though meant something had changed, Joe’s hypnosis sessions had been working.

“Be honest with me, fagster,” Joe reapplied the trigger. “Why did you choose this Lily over other girls?”

Joe’s roommate took a moment, “I think I am attracted to women…but I was curious…”

Joe grinned. Curiosity was a great thing. “I think you should explore this curiosity. First, I want you to cease contact with Lily, and no more dating apps. Instead, you will be discovering yourself with me, and only with me. There is a hidden truth inside of you, a lowlife faggot who wants to worship alpha men. Especially the alpha male who will help you realize this. Got all that?”

Joe’s roommate absorbed the information like a sponge. Underneath the towel, Joe could have sworn he saw his roommate’s dick twitch just a bit.

“From now on, when you think about me, I want you to get a little flustered. Maybe even a little boned up. Not all men yet, just me.” Joe paused, before adding, “And from now on, you’ll volunteer to do my laundry. You won’t fully understand why, but you just want to help me out, make my life a little easier. Maybe you even want to just take a sniff or two of my dirty clothing.”

Joe tried to hold back a snigger, watching his roommate’s lifeless eyes install these new commands into his brain. It had taken a lot of work to not only get Joe’s roommate to break up with his girlfriend, but to forget how it happened too. Now, Joe finally felt like progress was happening. He just hoped it would not be too much longer before he had his own personal fag.