#homosinger

[rednephilim]

" Whore. "

     “ Twink. “

[littlebadger]

Let’s talk ;;

@foreignidol​

          “Anthony? Can we talk a minute?”           The young teen-turned-young-adult (although he still looked about 17) questioned the other. It had been years since they’ve chatted, and there was a glimmer of guilt at the thought in Danny’s baby blue eyes. He needed to get out more. He needed friends.

[gamenu]

Gives a hug, " Will you please help me redesign? I'm poor. "

                                                    - @homosinger​

         “Ya realize I’m poor too? C’mon, bro.” Still, the hug is nice, he’s warm and he smells good. Hope he didn’t plan on going anywhere soon because she’s going to cling to him so he can’t let go of her just yet.

         “I...guess I could try an’ help. We can see wha’ we can come up wi’ tagether.”

[tohrua-del]

@homosinger​   /   starter  call . 

          ❝  SORRY ,  I  GUESS  I  LEFT  IN    such  a  hurry  i  left  my  wallet  at  the  office .  how  about  i  get  next  time ?   promise  — -  !   ❞

[braveblacle-archive]

        Yousuke has to stop in his tracks, eyes wide and a look of disbelief settling onto his features. Rise knows that look, she’s seen it many times before when they had first met, and then again when the IT members gathered once more to dance to the power of friendship to face on their latest enemy. It is no surprise that Yousuke’s taste of music can sometimes be questionable at best, and sometimes downright atrocious, but the boy likes what the boy likes!

            “Y-- You’re ... Are you who I think you are?” The boy tries his best not to raise his voice, partially out of respect for the other so he doesn’t draw too much unwanted attention, but also out of pure selfishness. If he was wrong and he had simply jumped the gun, he did not need everyone around them to over - hear his small blunder.

@homosinger 

[hellrager]

|| @homosinger

“Well fuck me sideways, it’s you!... That.. Dude. I forgot your name cause you’re so easy to overlook. But I remember, we did a  project together. You did the project and I blew it up, remember? We got a D for it. The best grate.”

[naru-uzumaki]

@homosinger

◖ -‘๑’- ◗

      HIS HEART CLENCHED AS HE ARRIVED AT A VERY FAMILIAR DOOR --- the jinchuuriki pausing before knocking at it’s surface ( what was wrong with him? why was he so weak? ). Emotions were at an all time high and jumbled together, questions overwhelming subconscious and mixed in with a sense of regret. How could he have messed up so badly this time? Was he even going to get an answer? Did ( he ) even want to see him after all this time? Without a word, he had left ( that ) night, unable to waste any time in leaving due to the nature of his assignment. It had weighed on his strong heart that he didn’t even get to say goodbye to the one he loved and it made him work even harder to get back as soon as possible. 

      Still --- no amount of hard work would make up for the allotted time missed, he knew that. What was he going to say when he saw the singer’s face? The UNKNOWN could practically crush a person, a curled fist knocking before he even knew it. 

       ❝Anthony --- ❞

[ouranking]

🌹 ⏩ @homosinger II Lyric Starter Call II Lyric Source

“You gotta keep on keeping on, even with the feeling that you're gonna keep losing. You gotta come back strong!”

[ardenssolis]

❝ Ozy, ❞ the young idol pulls down his sunglasses a tad and looks over them, ❝ ... You're looking simply stylish today. I applaud your outfit, ❞ he then smiles, ❝ See? This is one of the reasons why I like you so much, you know how to dress well and the finer things in life just simply suit you! ❞

     ❝MM, I AM GLAD you have good taste, Anthony. Then again, you often do, so I am not surprised that you would notice how incredible my clothing is.❞ Everyone should look at Ozymandias with awe as he passed them by. After all, what he often bought from the store (with his Master’s money) was befit of a king such as himself. It was also good that his present company knew how to dress themselves as well since the Pharaoh would rather not be seen around someone who lacked any kind of sense in aesthetics. Just being around that individual would make him look like a semi-polished stone rather than a vibrant diamond. ❝You will have to point me to where you shop as well. I am most curious to explore that clothing store.❞ His poor Master’s wallet…

[helreigns]

APOLLO. ‘ The world actually, literally, revolves around me. ‘ | @homosinger

[shikisouu-blog]

              @homosinger ///

              a sigh escaped the redhead, as he rolled up the reports he was just gifted from saix. only to lightly tap the brunets head with them ; in an attempt to get his attention. ‘ rise ‘n shine, sleepyhead. got news from saix we got a new mission on our hands. be ready in ten, or i’m leaving without you. ‘ an empty threat - he knew all too well he’d be the one chewed out for leaving the newest recruit behind. ‘ i know those couches are extremely comfortable, but i wouldn’t sleep around the rest of the organization, people like demyx might end up drawing on your face. ‘ 

[finalsinners]

" Guren-chaaaaaaaaaaaan! Have you been working out? Wow oh wow oh WOW! Your arms are looking so well defined, hehe!" The vampire gives a light squeeze to his arm.

THE  URGE  TO  DRAW  HIS  BLADE  and  run  this  vampire  right  through  here  and  now  is  incredibly  tempting  ,  a  beaming  personality  that’s  far  more  emotional  which  is  unusual  to  find  in  vampires  is  grating  on  his  nerves  ,  his  patience  running  extremely  low  at  how  familiar  the  creature  is  with  him.  As  if  they’re  friends.  Ultimately  ,  he’s  found  that  this  one  means  no  real  harm  ,  at  least  ,  as  far  as  he’s  seen.  Hands  stay  in  the  confines  of  his  pockets  to  fight  the  killing  compulsion  as  he  reigns  it  in  ,  ushering  the  patience  he  so  desperately  needs  in  the  face  of  his  worst  punishment.  He  knows  that  his  actions  have  consequences  but  he’s  not  sure  what  he’s  done  to  deserve  this. 

❛   Shut  up  ,  blood  sucker.   ❜    AS  MUCH  AS  IT  IRKS  HIM  to  have  such  an  honorific  attached  to  his  name  ,   he  coolly  pulls  his  arm  away  from  the  bothersome  bit  of  contact  that’s  been  initiated  ,  violet  hues  bleeding  annoyance  as  they  narrow  just  the  slightest.  ❛   Can’t  you  waste  someone  else’s  time  ?   ❜   Fingers  itch  to  find  the  hilt  of  his  katana  at  his  side  but  he  refrains  from  doing  so  ,  just  barely.

☾・゜ @homosinger / GUREN IS LOWKEY TRIGGERED

[heartsent]

@homosinger // hi

FIRST DAY --- first day away from his house - first day alone on a campus, people walking though seemingly knowing where they’re headed both in their own future and their current classes, he’s so lost, both in his mind and on the campus. god, where was he supposed to be? 

soon he found himself in the centre of the campus, heavily populated with both teachers waiting for classes and clubs advertising themselves in hope of gathering new members, ( where the fuck are the dorms? ) He soon finds himself dodging bodies that seemingly throw themselves into the wild land of the campus, attempting not to be knocked over by students late to class and drunk people trying to blend into the crowed, god was it always this packed? 

he suddenly finds himself on the ground, his bag lost somewhere in the unkept brush of the campus, kicked by others and tripping poor unsuspecting students ( sparking laugher from the crowed ), he’s quick to apologize to the other, trying to gather himself as well as his bag ( god this is gonna need replacing ) ❛ I’m sorry !! I’m kind of lost --- aw man --- i hope my phone is okay. ❜ god he’s so embarrassed, first day on campus, congrats Andy, 

[gamenu]

@homosinger said: " Girl I stepped on a lego and I am in PAIN. I'm famous I don't deserve this? "

         “--Who’s house were youse in tha’ they had legos on tha floor ta begin wi’? Sounds like a kid filled house. Meanin’ youse goin’ after some single dads, am I righ’?”

[drtywork-a]

While the other is on the ground he's just going to step on him while in his boots, maybe put a little pressure on him, ❝ How's that feel? You like that, you pervert? ❞ He even goes as far as to step lightly on the other's crotch.

Workout was brought to a screeching halt by none other than Anthony. Eyes had shut for a moment, quickly re-opening upon hearing footsteps walk toward him; and before long, Merle found himself locking eyes with the younger male. Mouth open to speaks, yet he was halted as Anthony brought his foot up, silencing him. Moments pass, and it wasn’t long until the other’s boot was pressed to his chest, quickly followed by pressure. Loud moan escapes past his lips, body arched upward to get the most out of this act. 

❛Hell yeah ah goddamn do.. Keep goin’, boy.❜

[arch-kaizerflames]

“Nobody’s a perfect person, Colonel,” he muses, drying off a newly cleaned glass as the other sits at the bar, “We’ve all got skeletons in our closet, some more than other’s. A common misconception is that because of a bad thing done in the past, one must still be horrible now,” he pauses his actions and allows more words to flow, “Its not what you’ve done in the past that defines you, it’s how you’ve changed and presented yourself now. If you’ve shaped yourself into a better person then you-

need not worry. I’m sure there are stories you’d rather keep from me, and I you. But what I’m trying to say here is, don’t let your actions define you. I think you’re an amazing guy, yeah?” He smiles brightly, offering a grin of pearly whites, “You’re rather admirable if I do say so myself!”

Monsters  can  wear  the  face  of  humans  so  easily  ,  hiding  what’s  beneath  the  surface  that  hid  the  dark  side  of  him.  If  only  Anthony  had  seen  him  on  the  battlefield  ,  burning  civilians  and  soldiers  alike  with  a  snap  of  his  fingers.  His  greatest  strength  is  wiping  out  large  numbers  of  people  ,  learning  in  battle  how  to  control  his  flames  and  how  to  use  them  efficiently  in  killing  others  ;  it’s  his  true  nature  after  all.  He  still  remembers  the  stench  of  burnt  flesh  and  blood  that  stayed  , the  kind  that  he  could  never  forget.  The  screams  still  tear  at  his  ears  ,  pain  and  despair  and  anger  all  mingled  together  and  he  could  somehow  hear  them  all  individually  as  well  as  together.  The  feeling  of  the  desert  sand  brushing  his  cheeks  ,  only  for  him  to  freeze  in  that  horror  of  a  moment  when  he  realizes  that  it’s  the  ash  of  the  dead  he’s  responsible  for  ending.

These  words  offered  to  him  as  a  comfort  is  a  mercy  ,  a  touch  of  kindness  for  someone  such  as  he  who  was  hell  bound.  Eyes  soften  at  a  naivety  within  the  barkeeper  that  he  wishes  he  still  had  ,  that  bountiful  optimism  that  believed  in  the  best  of  the  world  and  people.  It’s  bright  ,  blinding  ,  more  so  than  his  flames  that  are  tainted  black  by  the  poison  of  murder  that  his  teacher  had  been  so  adamantly  worried  about.   ❝   You’re  too  kind.   ❞   Gaze  falls  to  the  amber  liquid  in  his  glass  , reflecting  back  the  dark  eyes  of  a  murderer.  A  corner  of  his  lips  turns  upward  into  a  soft  smile,  grateful  to  hear  that  he  isn’t  all  that  bad  ,  as  far  from  redemption  as  he  is.   ❝   But  you’re  right     –––––––––––   the  best  I  can  do  is  make  a  better  future  so  that  others  don’t  need  to  go  through  what  we  did.     ❞   He  had  much  to  do  ,  not  only  to  atone  for  what  he’s  done  but  to  protect  those  he  held  dear  to  his  heart.

Head  tips  back  as  he  takes  a  swig  ,  one  that  does  nothing  to  wash  away  the  acrid  taste  in  his  mouth  ,  the  pungent  odor  of  the  carnage  in  Ishval  that  always  lingers  when  the  war  is  brought  up  at  times.  Yet  ,  hope  is  sweet  against  his  lips  as  he  meets  eyes  with  the  bar  keeper  who  had  faith  in  the  future  too.  He’d  drink  to  that.

@homosinger / angst & not-angst