they look like fags

my favorite things said by mickey milkovich

“fuck you, fuck you, and especially fuck you”
“what do we look like a couple of fags for sale to you?”
“well this aint macy’s bitch, and you aint window shopping”
“im fucking gay, a big ol’ mo"
“like stab that fat fucking mick who keeps tryna steal my jello!”
“rise and fucking shine, cinderella”
“line up a shot for the Abe Lincoln of mouth whores”
“fuck off”
“you callin’ me gay?”
“christ, close the door, nobody wants to see that mandingo shit!”
“they’re not climbing Everest, they’re climbing dick”
“you come all the way down here to talk about my pubes?”
“those fingers go anywhere near that cock, i'mma break every knuckle in your hand! all fifteen of em’.”
“you wanna chit-chat more or you wanna get on me?”

i love shameless more than i love my family holy shit.

Defence (MET with Reader) Happy 100!

Originally posted by bekadmfb

(( gif not mine - it’s cute wtf ))

(A/n): Honest to god, this came to me at about 1:00am this morning and thought maybe I’d use it as a 100+ FOLLOWER CELEBRATION OML

Summary: The four of you were in a park for another one of Mark’s fan get togethers. While playing a game with the audience, an asshat walks past and says something rude. In retaliation, (Y/n) says some colourful words of her own; standing up for her greatest friends.



Honestly, in some way or another, L.A was bound to be hot. Standing out in an open park didn’t do much for that. Neither did (Y/n)’s shiny (f/c) top.

Though, it was closer to evening than the last time they all were out, making everything just a bit better. The sky was beautiful and just the right temperature that helped everyone relax.

“I don’t understand!” Ethan cried “What is this?!”

“It’s your demise!” (Y/n) called back cockily, jumping around on the grass.

It made the crowd giggle; bringing a chain reaction of (Y/n) smiling back at them.

“What!!?” The blue haired boy spun around and pointed at the people whom were watching you four participate in all sorts of challenges “Don’t laugh! No!”

But they only laughed more, this time joined by (Y/n), Tyler and tied together with Mark’s own deep chuckle.

“Alright, It’s simple Ethan, gosh.” Mark confirmed and took in a large breath “You fucking climb up Tyler and sit on his shoulders and (Y/n) will be on mine and you two will FIGHT to the death! Whomever gets pushed from the others shoulders first, loses!” he finished, sputtering out his breath.

“I feel cheated, because Mark might kick me.” Tyler whined.

(Y/n) laughed with the crowd “Well, I feel cheated because Mark is short.” they said.

“Okay, whatever.” the brunette called “Just get on my shoulders, dick sucker.”

So enough, both Ethan and (Y/n) got into position and the audience began to count down.


“I don’t feel safe.” (Y/n) commented as Mark wobbled slightly.


“I feel I need an adult…” Ethan demanded. His hands were in a death grip on Tyler’s shoulders.


“Wait, where will we lan–!” (Y/n) began to ask, only shortly cut off by not the crowd, but instead by a lone voice.

“This looks like a waste of daylight, how fucking gay.” they snickered “Fags.”

Everyone dropped to a deathly silence.

The crowd started to ‘boo’ quietly and mumble among themselves. (Y/n) was the first to actually break the quiet air.

“Who the hell was that?” (Y/n) snapped, twisting a bit to jump down from Mark’s shoulders. He was careful to let them down lightly.

“The pack whore defends them. That’s rich.”

They were able to single out a man behind of the grouped fans. He was actually across the road.

“HEY! FUCK YOU!” (Y/n) started.

Tyler’s face instantly looked concerned as he looked to Mark. Though, Ethan was never present for any of the youtuber’s angry outbursts before; he was already taken aback.

“AT LEAST THEY’RE DOING SOME FUCKING GOOD.” They continued. (Y/n)’s voice seemed to shake with resentment, gaining in volume by the second “THE ONLY THING YOU HAVE TO SHOW FOR IS HOW NOT-VALUABLE YOU ARE TO SOCIETY.

The people cheered for (Y/n).

Everyone present was either looking at the delivery of (Y/n)’s speech or the man across the street looking scattered.


People who were passing by on their own business began to stare. Impressed, Mark still decided they’ve done enough.

(Y/n)’s posture showed their obvious readiness to fight. They began to get antsy and took a step forward.

From there Mark was quick to step up to them and lace their arms behind their back. Using one hand to hold them tight to (Y/n)’s back and the other to solidly cover their mouth.

(Y/n) jumped and twitched in his grip, yells now muffled into his hand.

Tyler put himself in front of the two, effectively blocking (Y/n)’s view. All the while, the crowd cheered brilliantly. Ethan encouraged them with screams of his own.

The unknown man now admittedly frightened, took this his chance to flee. The fans changing to ‘boo’ him off.

Slowly afterwards, (Y/n) calmed enough for Mark to uncover their mouth.

“Sorry…” they apologized simply.

Mark released their arms as well.

Ethan didn’t waste time taking a running start to hug them greatly.

“Thank you!” he laughed.

Once more, everyone collectively cheered. Everyone ran to hug (Y/n). Mark, Tyler, everyone.

They couldn’t help but let a hearty laugh slip their pale lips.

Once all of them parted again, (Y/n) was beaming brightly.

“Thank you,” Ethan repeated “You have fucking balls.” he laughed along with everyone else.

“Well sometimes I have to defend my people,” (Y/n) responded, a silly tone prominent behind her words “right!?”

The cheers were as loud as they could have ever been. No one would surely be forgetting this soon, it would be all over youtube in a matter of hours. But, all that mattered right now, was getting back to the challenge and having themselves a good time.



But, in other words. This was a small something I put into place for this occasion and I love it. Also, as of now, I don’t have any requests; so don’t shy from sending one of your own.


Rights are possessed by people and can not be removed despite popular opinion. Fags, however, operate outside popular opinion. At the moment, popular culture may try to tell you that we fags are equal. This popular opinion does not make fags any less inferior. As such, fags, being inferior to the Heterosexual, deserve an inferior set of rights. One that matches the level of equality that actually exists in the quality of each groups contribution to human kind.

These are just some of the rights that have been granted to fags which should be removed. 

1. Marriage

Fags 100% should not be allowed to marry.  A fag is not a creature of romance and love, at least not love toward other fags. We fags may be able to look we’re enjoying married life but this is a sham. Any affection and feeling of marital bliss that a fag feels they may have toward their partner is misdirected love and lust for the superior straight men, A fags default position to serve just as a birds default position is to fly. Allowing fags to enter into a construct which that denies them the opportunity of pursuing their birthright of serving straight men, is sick and makes a mockery of the actual genuine coupling of straight couples. 

2. Free Speech. 

A fag has no opinions. That is to say, a fag has thoughts and preferences but these are only opinions if asked so by Straight men. Not to become philosophical but a fag has no opinion unless asked so by an Alpha Male. The misguided view that fags are “people” simply because we look and act like other Hetero people and are therefore protected by the same rights of free speech, has been one of the most globally damning oversights of the last century. A fag may indeed believe in Gay marriage, but this fag should be denied the option to express their opinion. 

3. Voting.

Voting, as a civic duty imbues in the participant an investment in the future and a belief that policies and legislation will create a better world for the people of tomorrow. 

Fags have no investment in the future. 

Each fag is a biological stopping point. This remains one of the most obvious indicators of our inferiority. The entire human history has been pre-dedicated on the idea that heterosexuals can produce progeny. Fags are biologically capable of producing progeny, as some have, but this is a mistake, one for which fags, and not the innocent children, should be held accountable. Fags are philosophical and biological whisps of smoke when compared to the full roaring fire of the superior heterosexual. So, this being known, fags cannot be expected to properly choose world leaders with a view to a better tomorrow. A fags has no tomorrow. 

4. The right to gather peacefully. 

There is no reason why more than 1 fag should be in the same area without a Hetero male’s instruction or supervision. In the interest of dispelling the idea that being a  fag in someway connects you to a culture, fags should constantly be kept separate and not allowed to communicate. Left forever hoping to silently meet eyes for a split second while walking down the street in the same way that a dog may hope to see another when taken for a walk. 

5. Own property. 

A superior Alpha male is not a bank or caretaker. They are our superiors. As such, many will insist that a fag keep employment and lodgings of their own so as not to bother the Alpha male. While a fag can have the option to find and keep a paid job, a fag may not rent or won property. The ownership of property is command of the earth itself in the context of our society and in that society, fags can hold no command except that granted by an Alpha. If a fag is seen as productive in pursuing their goal of serving superior Hetero men and the same men have not provided the fag a place in which to live, the government should provide centers where fags may live and be stored in between uses. The tax payers money is no joke so these lodgings would be meager and would be in the same way that loyal dogs are kept in pounds in between owners. 

- Prologue. 

Obviously this post is a vision of the world not now but the ideal world I believe will come. A world, which if we fags will simply embrace our rightful place at the feet of Hetero men, could come sooner rather than later. 

Remember, even some of the most intellectual gay scholars have rejected Gay Pride as they believe the reliance on copying the actions of Hetero people has robbed us fags of our opportunity to build something better. I share this belief but as they meant “better” as being better people as a whole, I believe it means better fags as individuals. 

I don’t want any of my fellow fags to embrace unsure facts of which they are not aware, but the internal facts of the self of which you are most certainly aware and certain. 

Not the truth but the deep truth. 

Super male and super gay

I just read your “i’m a bad transsexual” post and bruh I am right there with you. I don’t feel the dysphoria either. I am pretty comfortable in my girl body. I hate my boobs and i think vaginas are super weird but i’m girly and feminine and what not. HOWEVER i identify as a gay male. My “inside self” as i like to call is super male and super gay. I want to date and have sex with other gay males (or bi or pan males) but i am afraid that no cis male gays will be into me. I’m afraid of looking like a poser or a fag hag too. i am pre everything at the moment but am going to be getting on T in the spring and having top surgery next. I hope this helps me but i am worried about all my girly clothes and interests ??? i am struggling. please, if you find any answers or things that bring comfort  please share them with me. lots of love. Logan.

random man outside of eden’s: boys, ride around the block?

neil: do we look like a couple of fags for sale to you?

random man: yeah..?

neil: well this ain’t macy’s bitch, you ain’t window shopping.

Slutty sunday
I may have had one of the best sesions of 2017, so I thought it would be a good idea to write down a short note. Today I went to SBN at Fire (London), a big sex Sunday party In Vauxhall. When I walked in, I spotted this tall, beardy English man in his 30s with a broad, well kept body. Blue eyes, sharp features, a pair of adidas and really big feet. I smiled at him as he undressed. When I saw his cock, I knew I had to serve him.
I had little hope somebody like him would use a fag like me. I’m not bad looking, but with my skinny look and tiny penises, I was sure he would have largely ignored me. However, I decided I give it a go. I saw him a little later standing by the bar. I walked over him, and started a casual conversation, smiled a lot and I could see we got on. We swapped from a totally normal conversation to kinky stuff. I want speaking about my job when he asked me to kneel on the floor and lick his shoes. I was shocked, and of course, I did it almost immediately. How humiliating to do it in front of everyone! I licked his shoes, sucked his cock while he drank a beer and occasionally slapped and strangled me. He liked to feel hai cock in the back of my throat as he face fucked me.
I went on for a good 10 minutes, moving from his cock to his dirty, huge, white adidas. He then decided to fuck me and moved me to a little more private area. I can’t describe how deep he went in me: he first fucked me doggy and he then decided to sit down and let me ride him. My toned, tidy body felt amazing on top of his big, muscly legs. I loved how wide open his legs were as I rode him. He probably fucked me for a good 15 minutes, whispering every now and then in my ear things like ‘you are so inferior’, ‘your cock is half the size of mine’, 'your hole is amazing; you were born to offer a warm and tight hole to guys like me’.
He cummed in my mouth and I swallow it all. I went on licking him for a good 10 minutes, before he asked me to clean the sweat from under his armpits while he checked other guys out. Before leaving, he asked for my number and ordered me to kneel once again. I went down, took his cock in my mouth but I noticed he was t getting hard. At this point, he had decided I would be his human urinal. The stream of his piss was so strong and abundant that I couldn’t swallow it all. Some even got out of my nose!
What a Sunday. Ready for the week now. Goodnight everyone!
Melbourne Alpha's Lesson


Not having heard from MelbourneAlpha for a few months, I started hanging around the park where we first met hoping to run into him. He’s a busy, important Man, and I know he is a true Alpha who can have any fag he wants, so I understand why he doesn’t always hit me up. I mean he pretty much can step outside his door and find a fag willing to serve him within a few blocks without really trying hard to look. Have you seen the Man? He gorgeous.
So, hoping that he hadn’t forgotten me since I’m just one of many fags to him, I waited in the park several days in the bathroom. At one point I even had another Man ask me why I was there and tried to get me to service him, but I held out saying that I had another Alpha I was focused on and he had to be my top priority right now. I explained I didn’t want him to happen in on me being used by another Man and then be turned off from wanting me in the moment.
So a few days passed, and finally Melbournealpha was there. He walked in hot from running, with beads of sweat running down the fur on his chest. He looked at me and didn’t say anything. I got down on my knees in case he needed servicing right then, but he just walked past me to the urinals and released himself. Had he forgotten me entirely? I mean I can understand that. He can have his pick of the litter, so why would I stand out?
He was about to walk out, and I still hadn’t made eye contact (he’s just too beautiful to look at sometimes), when he turned back at me and said, “be at my place tomorrow evening at 8. I’d advise you not be late.”
He had remembered me!! And I was invited over!! Here I was hoping maybe I was worthy enough to lick the sweat from his chest, or perhaps be invited to clean his pits, but he was actually inviting me over. Maybe even to give me that incredible gift of his load. He’s bred me once before, and it was the highlight of my year.
So, of course, I couldn’t sleep that night with the anticipation. I actually left work early the next day. I had noticed on his gift list he had a new jock he wanted from Amazon, and I intended to tribute when I showed up. I knew where I could buy the same thing at the local store. I went, picked up my gift, and headed home to get ready.
I arrived at his place at 6, but made myself scarce in his neighborhood so I wouldn’t disturb him. At exactly 8:00 I rang his bell with gift in hand. Suddenly my palms got sweaty. What if I looked too desperate? Or needy? I came with a gift, did that make it weird? He opened the door wearing a suit from work. I could not believe how handsome he looked in his dark grey skin suit. He had on a crisp white shirt, and a tie the color of the sky. He told me to come in and to take my clothes off at the door. I handed him the gift, bashfully, and said, “SIR, this is for you from your registry. I hope it isn’t weird that I brought you something. You’re just so kind to invite me over that I wanted to show my appreciation.” And he laughed, and said “boy, it’s not weird, it’s sweet of you. And I’m glad you did this because it helps me understand something that I’ll explain later to you this evening. Now take your clothes off and go to the bedroom and sit on the floor. Don’t touch anything in there.” Of course that would be his reaction, I don’t know why I expected anything different. He’s a good Man, and understands I’m a fag trying to figure out how best to serve Men, so he’s so kind to take time and help me. I was afraid he’d laugh at me for bringing a gift, afraid it might be uncomfortable for him to accept it in person. Instead, he was gracious and kind.
I went to the bedroom, hoping that at some point soon, he would come in and fuck me. But, to my surprise, there was another guy in the room. Some fellow fag brother who had been hog tied, and left there. I said “hello,” but he didn’t answer. Perhaps he had been instructed not to. I kneeled to the floor, and suddenly realized why Melbourne Alpha had told me not to touch anything. He didn’t want me to untie my brother. The fag looked like he was in no distress, and I know Melbournealpha enough to know that this is a situation he had designed, and the fag was okay with it (not that it would matter if he weren’t, he’s a fag).
After a few minutes I heard the door buzz, and I heard another Man come in. I noticed the bound fag’s eyes light up with delight. I heard drinks being served in the next room, and after about 15 mins, both Men walked in. Melbournealpha has changed. He was wearing the jock I had bought, and black boots. The other man was still in street clothes. He looked familiar, but I couldn’t place him. Melbournealpha walked up behind me and started rubbing my hair like one would to a dog. I sat there, Melbournealpha touching me, sending chills down my spine from his warm hands, and we watched as the other Man started taking his clothes off. And holy fuck was he hot. Melbournealpha must attract other hot Alphas to him if this is one of his friends.
The other Man got down to just his boots, walked over to me, and told me to start cleaning his boots, at which point Melbournealpha grabbed my back of my neck and shoved me to the floor, spit in my face, and told me to get to work. And I did!!! I took the Alpha spit from my face and rubbed it on the Man’s boot, and licked it up. Then started spit shining his boots with my mouth and my own spit. At some point he realized it wasn’t punishment for me, but a great honor to be shared like this, and he took his boot and stepped on my face. He pressed down really hard, because later when I would get home, I’d still have track marks on my face.
Then both Men pulled me back into sitting position and told me to stay there.
Then they went to the bound fag, released his hands and feet from being tied together, but left the rest of the restraints on. Then, they had their way with him. And I mean that fag couldn’t have enjoyed it more. I was so happy I got to watch Melbournealpha and his friend being taken care of sexually. They used the ever living hell out of that boy’s ass. Each of them bred him twice, and they took turns pissing down his throat.
When they were done, Melbournealpaha walked the other Man out, then came back and released the other fag from his rest of his ropes. The fag got dressed and left, leaving me on the floor naked and Melbournealpha in boots and the jock I had just given him. He had covered his cock back up, but the head was peaking out the side. He noticed I couldn’t stop looking at it, and he readjusted, saying “we need to talk about something serious, do I need to get dressed so you can pay attention, boy? Or can you look me in the eyes while I’m all but naked?” I said “no, SIR, I can pay attention, I’m sorry. It’s just your cock is so beautiful.”
He sat on the edge of the bed, looked at me, and in a very serious tone said, “do you know why I told you to be here tonight?”
I said, “no SIR.”
“Do you know who the other Man is that was here?”
“He looks familiar, but I can’t place him, SIR.” I was starting to feel so stupid.
“He’s the Man you denied servicing into he park bathroom because you were waiting on me.”
It dawned on me! “Oh!!!! Oh, yes he was. How did you know about that, SIR?”
“Well, how do you think I knew?”
“I’d imagine he’s a friend and told you.”
“You’re correct,” he said. “He mentioned what you looked like and I knew who it was. But here’s the thing, boy, you should have serviced him regardless. If I want you, I’ll take you, it doesn’t matter if you’re servicing another Man. It’s not a deal breaker. I don’t go to that park anymore, and I never would have seen you. And I brought you here tonight to witness another fag being used. Had you simply serviced my friend that day, that could have been you with 4 Alpha loads in your ass and 2 loads of Alpha piss in your stomach. Instead you had to sit here and watch someone else get what probably would have gone to you. How did it make you feel watching another fag being used instead of you?”
By this point I was beet red from embarrassment. “Well, watching him be of service to you two was actually very exciting. While I wished it was me, the simple fact that you both were serviced so well made me happy.”
Melbournealpha smiled. “See, you’re starting to understand. And that’s why I wore the jock you gave me. It was a pleasant surprise, by the way. But you needed to not be embarrassed at offering me gifts. If you have the means to do so, you should always offer me tribute. There is no shame. Just like there is no shame in you servicing another Man who needs you if I happen to walk in on it. I know other Men need the services of fags.”
I said, “yes SIR. And thank you so much for this lesson.”
“Get dressed and go home, I have a long day tomorrow.”
I got up, went to the front door, and I put my clothes back on. I noticed the tie Melbournealpha had been wearing with the suit was sitting on top of my clothes. I folded it up, placing it on the table behind the sofa since it was closest to me.
Just as I was about to walk out, Melbournealpha came into the room and said, “bring that tie back with you next week when you come back. You’re gonna need it. Same day. Be here 30 minutes earlier.”

Seventh Heaven

Oh Raphael. Guardian angel. In love and crime
all things move in sevens. seven compartments
in the heart. the seven elaborate temptations.
seven devils cast from Mary Magdalene whore
of Christ. the seven marvelous voyages of Sinbad.
sin/bad. And the number seven branded forever
on the forehead of Cain. The first inspired man.
The father of desire and murder. But his was not
the first ecstasy. Consider his mother.

Eve’s was the crime of curiosity. As the saying
goes: it killed the pussy. One bad apple spoiled
the whole shot. But be sure it was no apple.
An apple looks like an ass. It’s fags’ fruit.
It must have been a tomato.
Or better yet. A mango.
She bit. Must we blame her. abuse her.
poor sweet bitch. perhaps there’s more to the story.
think of Satan as some stud.
maybe her knees were open.
satan snakes between them.
they open wider
snakes up her thighs
rubs against her for a while
more than the tree of knowledge was about
to be eaten…she shudders her first shudder
pleasure pleasure garden
was she sorry
are we ever girls
was she a good lay
god only knows

© Patti Smith

Lisa Lyon with snake © Robert Mapplethorpe Foundation

Do you recall?

Do you remember when I wore your choker,

And you said I looked like a fag?

Do you ever think of when I said ‘me and your brother are alike,’

And you screamed that he wasn’t a tranny?

Have you ever thought about the first time you saw me crossdressed,

How we didn’t speak for a week?

Or asking me not to dress in that costume,

If I came to your party?

Maybe how you used to do my makeup,

When you thought I was straight?

Do you recall when you lifted me higher,

Instead of pushing me down?

hellbite  asked:

hey just saying nucleic_asshole called people fags so maybe like look into who you're defending lmao (also said shit abt minors sooooo like why does he deserve a free pass for all that shit)

So you’re saying that his girlfriend deserved to be threatened with rape and murder?

You think it’s okay to stalk a minor and threaten to rape and murder her?

That’s pretty fucked up. Sounds like you’re the one who needs to like look into what they’re defending lmao