I have this urge to delete all my fics and start over, I hate my works so much bro
I got into Mouthwashing guys…
I finally posted some smut, IT'S PANTERA RRAAAHHH, I recently started hyperfixating on them and I couldn't let go of this gold oportunity to write some doomed yaoi.
Rating: Explicit
Relationship: Phil Anselmo/Dimebag Darrel
Summary:
Dime flopped down on the bed next to him, half on his stomach, head turned sideways as he lit what was probably their fifth joint since the encore. He took a slow drag and exhaled toward the ceiling. “Y’know... I give a mean back massage.”
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1998
https://archiveofourown.org/works/64708957
I stand here, wrecked by my own hands, caught between the person I was and the one I’m forced to be. God’s gaze is cold, distant. I wasn’t made for this, this body, this life. None of it feels real. It’s a cage I didn’t ask for, a skin that never belonged to me. I look at myself, but I don’t recognize the person staring back. My face, my eyes, hollow and empty. I wonder if God makes mistakes or if I’m just part of some cruel design. A soul condemned before it had a chance.
Everything feels wrong, and yet, nothing feels real enough to care. My body is a prison, a place I don’t belong. I scream inside for someone to hear, but there’s only silence, like I’m trapped in a place that won’t let me go.
I pray, but I don’t believe. I’m not worthy of mercy. I never asked for this life, and yet here I am, broken, rotting under the weight of something I never chose. And still, I keep going, dragging myself through the motions, because what else can I do?
But the truth is, I don’t think I was meant to be. This flesh, this life, it was never mine to control, never mine to fix. I was never meant to be whole, and maybe I never will be.
David looks bonita
I already posted this on X
Gay LA Metal 💄
Im up to sum content
Byzantaine (Dave mustaine byzantine)
Still a wip
me when I read ellefstaine
new favorite AO3 comment dropped. short, simple, to the point. made me laugh so hard my stomach hurt.