buscemi-is-life

Infatuation was a word Joe really knew, really. Just acted like he didn’t, honestly. He was infatuated with women, loved women! All women, tall women, short women, curvy and even flat. Women were the best thing God made… However, when he sat down, saw Adolpho, he understood what being enraptured was like. Was Joe gay? He wouldn’t say. He’d just laugh, shaking his head. He never acted so flirtatious with men clients. Just acted over the moon with them, he needed his job to be done, get the money and get out. Joe, when he first laid eyes on the scrawny snaggle toothed man, he told himself he’d have NO problem dumping him once everything was over. Not a single problem. Adolpho was the… Strangest looking guy he had ever seen and worked with, and boy, he worked with a lot of strange looking folks. It wasn’t until Adolpho began fighting back from the affection that Joe felt… A certain way. As if being told no… Turned a knob in his brain. A sudden foreign feeling became known to Joe. Now

Donny sat up, the alarm by his nightstand glowing the numbers; 2:15 am. “Ugh…” Donny uttered in pure misery. Feeling his stomach turn. ‘Just… just sleep. You’ll be okay… Just…’ Nope! Donny felt his stomach twist, getting the better of him. He had to hurry, and fast. Practically racing to the bathroom, holding his stomach, he lifted the lid to the porcelain bowl, and out came everything. Glad he made it with mere nanoseconds to spare. Hacking a bit after, chunks of… Stuff filled the bowl. Donny flushed, he felt his forehead once he pulled himself from the bowl. Heat radiated off of him like a furnace. He couldn’t stand up, he couldn’t even feel his lower half. His thin legs curled under neither of his hips. Donny rested his chin on the cushion of the seat. His head pounded so loudly he wondered if anyone could hear it. There's no way in hell he’d be able to go to the bowling alley tomorrow… Or later today that is. Donny sighed, he felt more come up, and let it all out, reaching for the

Garland Greene. That name strikes fear into the heart of many, he was the most deranged man anyone had come to know. They nicknamed him ‘The Marietta Mangler’. He drove three states wearing a woman's head as a hat. God knows what else the scrawny man had done. To say he was more than a little fucked up is correct. He is deranged. Down right twisted in the head. But what people never realised is what gets him going, what he really enjoys. Murder? Blood play? Asphyxiation? Bondage? To no one's surprise, the answer is yes. Now, to your surprise, he doesn’t get off on doing it to others, as it's done to himself that gets him off. To be choked during foreplay, barely about to survive unless he is giving mercy. To be tied up, gagged and bound, the stuff of dreams to him. To have others control the situation. To have others be able to allow you to come, to breathe, to live. He remembered going into some random place in vegas, meeting with some random no named hooker, sitting down in his

Ed sat back in his chair, drinking a soda. Ever since his father has been back he was more Ed sat back in his chair, drinking a soda. Alone, he wanted to be alone. He knew he would always be alone. Ever since his father has been back he was more reclusive…Well, more so than before. Ed had always been shy, Storm knew and understood fully well his quiet quirky nature. However, Storm soon learned that his reanimated father might be worse than his reanimated mother. Since Ed was a huge momma's boy, seeing his change in attitude was To be expected. But unsettling was the word she would use now. Ed became so distant with him around. Ed never wanted to spend time with her, even going to work, he loved his job, he became a workaholic. Just to get away from his father. To the point he was forced home for performing terribly with his little sleep. So he mainly hid up in his room. He felt safe. It all came to a head once they all had dinner together a few nights back, Ed’s quiet nature towards

To say he was upset, was nothing. He wasn’t upset, or even a little bothered. No not at all! Donny was pissed. He was doing so goddamn well too. Well, as good as he could be doing. He was having a good day, making his favorite breakfast, having three cokes, and planning on staying in with his five cats. Until his mother called. Her voice rang through the line, her fake crying. He asked her, like a concerned, considered son. Unknowingly the happiness suppressed, forcing it down. She had to act like a victim. He knew she hated him, although he tried to ignore her, she had such a habit of finding his flaws and pinning them to him. His teeth needed to be fixed, he needed to be smarter, he needed to stop being a little bitch and go to join the military, he needed to meet a willing lady and have offspring that might be up to par with his other brothers. Just, anything and everything she could use as ammunition to hurt him, but this phone call was to tell Donny that his biological father

Donny felt the strong arms of his most favorite person in the entire world. Nice, big, strong arms. He rolled his head back into his partner's neck, just enjoying the embrace of someone. Not in a million years would he ever think he’d be getting married, or even adopting children. He never thought he’d own a small suburban housing complex complete with a garage. Yet here he was, living the dream. He felt thin lips press on his forehead, Donny let out a giggle. Looking through his lashes at his beautiful husband, who was about five inches taller then himself “Ew dad!” Both men turned towards the voice, “Charlotte!” Donny spoke, looking at the small child, in her pink dress, her hair needing to get brushed. “Isn’t it almost time for school, Kiddio?” He chuckled. Tilting his head, “No! I wanna stay home with daddy!” She whined. Donnys husband let him go, walking over to the small child, picking her up in his arms. “C’me here Charlotte, let's get you ready,” He spun her around, her small

You saw him. At first he was some random weirdo. But hell, you also were some random weird girl. You enjoyed oldies, not 50’s, not 40’s, but 1920’s blues and jazz music. Ragtime also, had you over the moon. Although you were more inclined to the fashion of it, and the arts. Music was art too, so when you see this…. Guy getting all these old records, you had to stop and ask if he needed help carrying it. Mainly to see if he got anything good, anything at all. His lanky frame struggled with about ten records, the man must’ve run out of plastic bags, or hell, even a box would have been nice. You quickly tapped on his shoulder, having him spin around to look at you. “What? Oh no…” He told you, darting his eyes around. Making sure no one was going to mug him. He tried to walk away, but you insisted. “Sir let me just help, you might drop something!” You said, tailing behind him. “A pretty girl like you wouldn’t be caught dead near me,” He let out, practically juggling everything he carried

****AUTHORS NOTE: I have never seen The Big Lebowski. I know, its a crime against humanity, so i'm writing this and I will watch it tomorrow to see how fucking wrong I got Donny. Anyway this is a story that was requested from my instagram page. Please read and review! Its the only way I can get better*** He sipped on some hot cocoa, Donny was very much a sweet person, well, he enjoyed the sweeter things in life, and he was a pretty sweet guy. He watched outside of his window, the rain pelted down on the glass paneling. Depressing? Maybe for some. Donny surprisingly liked this weather, it made him think of his parents. When it rained, Donny as a young boy, danced in the rain. He remembered a vivid thought, when he was about six he remembered playing in the rain, a loud crashing sound emerged from the clouds, startling him so much he fell to the ground and balled. Then he recalled his father scooping him up, carrying the frightened boy inside. Donny loved this weather because he