#y'all smell that? smells like faggot in here

[housewifebuck]

[frogmanfae]

Newsies as shit that happened at band camp part 4 (its a hefty one today y'all)

Crutchie: *shows Finch a video*

Finch: I don't get it..?

Crutchie: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T GET IT??? It's a weiner dog doing a flip!!

Albert: Did you just spit on me?

Race: No my nail broke and I accidentally threw it at you (/srs)

Davey: I painted my nails and watched Euphoria

Race: Of course you did

Davey: I got through the entirety of season 1

Race: You should be ashamed of yourself

Davey: Why?? It's about lesbians!

Race: exactly! I don't like gay people

Buttons: Preach!! Kill the gays!

Finch: How long have you been straight?

Albert, who had his heart broken by a guy three months ago and has been saying it turned him straight but he keeps "relapsing" into queerness every time he sees a pretty boy: ...Two minutes

Crutchie: Come on heterosexual you can do it

Katherine: *sobbing/laughing* I can't do it!! This is a man's job!! (/j)

Finch: What are you doing?

Race: He's pumpin

Albert: I bought this water balloon pump for $10 and it's already halfway empty because I just keep pumping them with air until they explode

Davey: Fabio (Les, who previously had hair longer than Sarah's) cut his hair

Jack: WHAT??? NOOO!!!

Romeo: Jamaica they're trapped down in

Romeo: Jamaica they can't even

Romeo: Japarty

Elmer: What are you doing??

Romeo: That's my favorite episode of Total Drama

Spot: He looks like Topher

Race: He looks like Geoff

Romeo: I know he's a registered felon crazy man but I'd still smash

Jack: *randomly* happy happy birthday from Applebee's to you we wish it was our birthday so we could party too, hey-

Race: Trumpets are just anorexic bugles

Albert: Literally what??

Jack: The Commonwealth of Pennsylvania

Davey: My mom told me she wants me to have kids with you

Katherine: SHE SAID WHAT

Davey: yeah so she knows I'm gay but she still wants me to have biological children and she said you would be a, quote, "perfect choice"

Katherine: why?? Should I be flattered??

Davey: no idea, she just kinda said it

Spot: Ahhh I already have drum shit on me and it's only 8:30

Spot: My hips are so fuckin bruised

Davey: Does your harness need adjusted? It shouldn't be sitting on your hips-

Spot: My body is structured different than yours, genius

Race: It's not a four year difference it's a three year difference

Albert: Oh wow so much better

Sarah: One time I took it and it said I was a child of Apollo and the other two times I was a Hunter of Artemis. So basically the Percy Jackson official godly parent quiz called me an official faggot like four times

Spot: I don't know his real name but I call him critter because he's annoying as fuck

Jack: Clap! If you care!

The band: *silence*

Denton: If you're losing your trombone it's not here

Albert: *sobbing* I'm losing MY MIND!!!

Jack: I have backne and I can feel the sweat dripping down

Crutchie: That is incredibly too much detail for me

Denton: If you're going to make a mistake, make the 76 Trombone mistake

Medda: Don't breathe! DON'T BREATHE!!!

Elmer: You can't go naked!!

Albert: It's fine I have a wife beater-

Race: You have a WHAT

Albert: Have you not been up at the field this week? Your shoes are still white

Finch: These ones are new

Albert: Oh so you're a cheater

Finch: You gotta even out the redness

Race: My gluteus maximus is wet!!!

Specs: I lost sense of smell in my right eye

Denton: Woah Betty...!

Crutchie: I get to leave early to go to therapy

Finch: Which kind?

Crutchie: Physical. The worst kind.

Davey, Jack, Finch, and Spot: *an entire conversation made up entirety of various incorrect pronunciations of Duquesne (doo-kane)*

Albert: *google searching where gay marriage is legal* GRAND THEFT AUTO THE BALLAD OF GAY TONY???

Race: Oh my god Davey's mom! *joking lustfully*

Denton: Who is that? Jack?

Jack: Me!

Denton: Okay do you have some screws loose or...?

Medda: On his instrument or like in general?

Denton: We have one shared pencil in this band where is it??

Blink: I'm that guy

Tommy Boy: Hey guess what

Blink: Yeah?

Tommy Boy: Shut the fuck up.

Denton: Out in trumpet land- or I guess brass land

Romeo: Nuh uh we know who your favorite is now. There's no saving yourself.

Denton: Okay so it's Tuesday-

Albert and Race: IT'S CHEWSDAY

Jack: CHEWSDAY

Crutchie: *snorts* is it really chewsday?

Sarah: It's chewsday innit?

Denton: ... I don't get it is this something I should know or-?

Jack: No we're just making fun of British people

Denton: Oh! Okay that's... Fine, I guess? Anyway-

Medda: Okay I wanna hear everyone who plays at 17 so that's... Bari sax, trumpet trombone and tuba

Specs: Wait but we play at 17

Medda: Yes flutes play but I don't want to hear you

Albert: *flipping his drum stick* One *flip* two *flip* three *flip* four! *flip* five!! *flip*

Spot: *hits the stick away*

Denton: You start to sound like a saggy diaper. Nobody wants to be the saggy diaper of the band

Jack: Oh my god does that say Scope??

Crutchie: Scope???

Buttons: ... Who's Scope?

Jack: They graduated last year

Davey: Gone, but not forgotten

Davey, about Jojo: That kid wears a propeller hat in my brain

Denton: Okay lets go marching cadence

Davey: ugh...

Denton: Old fashioned roll off

Davey: Ugh...

Denton: Into the fight song

Davey: UGHH

Davey: *sitting on top of the drum cabinet*

Jack: Wha- how- why??

Davey: Do you see any other seats?

Jack: *gestures to a ledge on the floor*

Davey: No

Jack: *points at a chair 2 feet away*

Davey: Dude, I'm gay

Jack: Just because you're day doesn't mean your not-

Davey: Day? I'm day?

Jack: Wow I can't believe you would make fun of my speech impediment, I thought you were gay. Turns out you're not even slay.

Race: I did better this time! We got together around the same time as my last relationship, end of February and I didn't do anything until June- July! I should get a medal!

Buttons: *randomly approaches Elmer* do you want some week old Cheetos?

Elmer: no- actually I have to think about that... No...

Spot: *squeaking his drum harness* me and your mom last ni-

Jack: I need him to come back and just squirt directly into my mouth

Davey: *blinks aggressively*

Elmer: What did he say?

Davey: What?

Elmer: You just got like transported into another dimension

Davey: Oh my contacts shifted out of place

Elmer: Oh and you saw the future?

Davey: my legs hurt. We don't move for this one do you think I can lay down and play?

Denton: okay musicians just relax for this run, you can sit and play while the fronts figure things out

Davey: ooh I'm gonna lay down and play!

Spot: you're an idiot

Davey: shut up help me lay down!

Spot: *helps Davey lay down with his drums on looking at him like he's stupid the whole time*

Davey: oh yeah. This is it.

[marvelite624]

Couldn't sleep so

I thought I'd get up and

do some of this...

Think I'll begin by talking about

STRAIGHT PEOPLE

👇 you know, them 👇

You hear them pathetically whining about their relationship problems when they were younger. They were like, "Does he/she even like me?", "What if they say 'no'?", "Oh, my... what if this, what if that...?" What if y'all STOP for one minute and think about this: what if all that nonsense was the least of your worries? Try briefly to walk in my shoes.

I grew up GAY (here we go!) in the mid to late 70's. That's when I began to feel certain unavoidable 'urges'. I couldn't ask anyone out, couldn't hold anyone's hand, couldn't even look sideways at someone without consequences. If I'd broached the subject of attraction to another (boy) I'd run the risk of

Yeah, it never actually happened to me but, I did witness incidents. It was enough to convince me to keep my mouth shut! So I did.

I was nearing the end of my tenth grade in high school when the rumors started. The truth was finally out there. At the tender age of 16, I was branded "QUEER", "FAGGOT", "HOMO". My clique and I no longer clicked. I lost nearly all my friends...school became hell for me. The pointing, the whispering, the snickers (some of it to my face) very much like this,

(hope you've seen the movie)

I quit school, three times, tried to 'end it all' twice. I was 19 before I was able to form a real relationship with someone (*seebelow) This is a story that is probably mirrored by many, many others out there. And it's so bizarre to me, how straight people think THIS is a life that anyone would CHOOSE for themself. The purity of ignorance rearing its ugly head!

I've forgotten now where I intended to go with this. Maybe I simply needed to put it out there, give this generation a clue to what they've largely escaped. Maybe I wanted to give further insight into who I am...yeah, like any of you cares. I know better. Soon enough, I'll be back to 'peddling flesh', as usual. Not to say that that's bad, it's just...I'm so much more than a 'flesh peddler'. I thought this would be an outlet to share some of that, I was mistaken. But still I try and probably won't stop.

All of you can just fly past looking for skin and what-have-you, at least I know I had my say, that's more than I had before. I'm coming to accept (again) that no one's listening, that's nothing new. I guess I still feel the need to hold someone's hand now and again...so don't mind me. I'm often guilty of 'flying by' too. After all, if we stop to smell the roses, we could get punched in the face! Think about it...

(*A quick aside about that relationship. It was with a guy who sat two behind me in homeroom, 10th grade. He told me he had the biggest crush on me, said he loved the way I dressed so neat and pressed. He liked that I didn't curse or get loud and was always polite and attentive...things I never even realized about myself. But he, like me was afraid to say anything. All that time wasted. We could both have been a lot less alone 'if only'. He was the first man to ever say the words, "I love you." to me. And THAT sure beats a punch in the face, yeah?)

Maybe I can sleep now.

[a-coming-of-age-playlist]

4# Song - Junky by Brockhampton, Saturation II, 2017 I spit my heart out, lookin' out for my best interests He gave me good head, peepin' out while the windows tinted I speak in tongues, and I arrive without a damn mention It's kinda sick and I was born in 1996 and 1999 the only year that I remember I slip through the cracks without havin' a damn temper I bleach my hair because these bitches all about they bitchin' I say shit when I rap and y'all niggas barely listen I do the most for the culture, nigga, by just existing Delete my tweets 'cause I'm ashamed of being a fuckin' Simpson I told my mom I was gay, why the fuck she ain't listen? I signed a pub deal and her opinion fuckin' disappearin' I'm payin' bills for my sister and tryna fund her business Is it homophobic to only hook up with straight niggas? You know, like closet niggas, masc-type Why don't you take that mask off? That's the thought I had last night Why you always rap about bein' gay? 'Cause not enough niggas rappin' be gay Where I come from niggas get called "faggot" and killed So I'ma get head from a nigga right here And they can come and cut my hand off and And my legs off and And I'ma still be a boss 'til my head go, yeah Friendly meal, cop and steal, all my niggas down Twistin' on the truth, tired and crack inside Friendly meal, cop and steal, all my niggas down Twistin' on the truth, tired and crack inside Friendly, friendly, friendly steal, all my niggas down Twistin' on the truth, tired and crack, crack, crack Friendly meal, cop and steal, all my niggas down Twistin' on the truth, tired and crack I don't trust nobody 'cause they don't deserve it Niggas run in your house, they know you doin' dirty I got my hand on an ounce so now I got money servin' I just bought me a fifth and now I'm speedin', swervin' I took an eighth of them shrooms and now I'm hearin' voices I took like two of them pills, I can't remember nothing I ain't under control, I'm losin' motor function I need an intervention, I need an exorcism I need a therapist, paranoia and drug addiction It's very scary, my momma don't even recognise me I'm goin' crazy, don't need nobody to say they love me My acts of desperation, I'm on an empty stomach So fuck the consequences, I ain't runnin' from them Feelin' like a goner Put my life in locker Hotbox in the Hummer Hotbox in the summer If I had the option, I would do it all again If I had the option, I would do it all again I just wanna feel like I did the right program I just want to appeal to my dad and my cousins (again) When I cut that feel I do nothing but diplomas Love is going, bet you didn't do it by your lonesome So I forgive my mommy, daddy, auntie and my uncles For guilt-tripping feelings whenever they call my number They see men dream, they see men fallin' But when I dream, I'm smashing on a llama Both pessimistic, drug addicted, caught in our feelings We spit venom then stare at the ceiling wondering why My mom's no alcoholic, she just wanna drown her sorrows Love her to death and soon enough I'll give back all I borrowed Both so submissive, take turns dominating, the light has been faded This hate-fueled love, we don't fake it, no giving, just taking I took some steps to be a bigger person I should've thrown ya off the highway to cause swerving Ain't no burden, ain't no sermon, ain't no motherfuckin' plaque I hate these hospitals and police and the smell of death, all that I hate these shady folk that want a ladylike But don't treat lady right, but they be sayin' like "just the tip" And, yeah, you mad 'cause she ain't fuck, mad 'cause she ain't suck Beat your ass before you got time to say "why not?" Here to catch ya slip up, wish you could just rewind Time to not fuck up, thought you were just lucked up Where the respect? Is your ass human? I look you in your eyes, say "fuck you, are you fuckin' stupid?" Respect my mother, 'spect my sister, 'spect these women, boy I get my 99, I don't own one, hit the store to blow your brains off Better hope my aim off Better hope the range off Better hope my tame off Before I blow your brains off, boy No hands with the stunts Jump off the roof like I do what I want All of the life in my past wanna haunt And my sight of the future beginning to taunt my ambition Man on the moon, I'm marooned I ain't trippin', I'm on a mission Every time that I speak they ain't skippin' Turned my inspiration to a vision That's a given, no slipping Compositores: Ian Simpson / Ameer Vann / Merlyn Wood / Dom McLennon