Bands: Motionless in White, Korn, MCR, Pierce the Veil, Ice Nine Kills, Rob Zombie, White Zombie, Insane Clown Posse, Cage the Elephant, Get Scared, AJJ, Vampires Everywhere, Bury Me With You, Børns, Grouplove, The Killers
I have 2 snails (their names are Bunny and Sinclair), then 3 spiders - Evil Incarnate (she's mean), Eater of Souls, and Blythe :D
Hello world I have been hopped up on nameless pills I THINK are cold medication all day and am catching up on MY posts. I do not remember this shit at all wtf
Also (you've unlocked a rant, forgive me) as somebody who doesn't want kids and is terrified of pregnancy - I have to admit the idea of having kids with Evan has struck me as very cute at times cause you KNOW this man is gonna be a fun dad (and take responsibility!). Like I'm just washing dishes and the little demon in my brain is all "hear me out-" and I spend too much tike on that thought.
I've thought about making a fic of this, even. Imagine coming home to him being a pretty dipshit meow meow with his little litter of dipshittens
If you removed your latest comment cause I hadn't responded even though I'd replied to others I was trying to figure out how to convey this exact image to text when I got interrupted
I felt really bad about the long time it took to get back so when I'd gotten back to reply snd realized it was gone I was like "oh shit-"
Sorry about that if so!! But if it was other reasons then ignore this 😅 I just didn't want you thinking I was ignoring you or took it wrong
HWLP NO IT'S OK, TYSM ILY FOR REACHING OUT, i lowk get so embarrassed so easily if i think someone thinks i'm lame or creepy LMFAO, so dw at all, never change twin 🥹
Cooking Pancakes for a sleepy Evelyn while she stumbles out of her bedroom to seek you out (where tf did you go???), and when she does find you she just wraps her arms around you and buries her face in your shoulders.
"Morning, lovebug." You giggle, flipping a pancake.
She only grunts in response.
"Mmhm, so sleepy..." You coo at her, and she tightens her grip on you.
Once you finish the Pancakes you manage to pry her off so you guys can go eat, taking a seat next to her at the table.
She went to take a bite, moaning into it. "God, you do love me."
And then once breakfast is finished you guys fuck for like 3 hours straight
TV-14 - Gender angst, angst with happy ending, previous transphobic comments getting under her skin, hurt comfort, KISSES, my gender struggles go in the opposite direction so that's my main frame of reference but I gave it a go - pls let me know if I did something wrong!!
Evelyn Myers getting ready to go on a date, half her closet spread all over the floor because nothing just fucking looks right.
And of course she realizes it's not the clothes she's upset about, it's her body.
Her big godamn shoulders and square hips, large pointy nose and sharp lawline.
She couldn't escape the pit in her stomach that told her no matter what she did, she'd always just be a fucking faggot in dress up pretending she was a woman, a perverted little freak.
And it all made her feel so numb and drained she hardly felt her painted fingernails digging into her flesh.
When she did finally take a breath and notice, she didn't really want to stop. Which scared her. The burning desire to push and pull and claw her flesh into its "correct" form blazed with all the furry of the seventh level of Hell.
Really, she just wanted to love her outside as much as she loved her inside. Why was the so hard? Why did everything have to be so wrong?
She sank to the floor, holding herself as tight as she could. Little sobs began shaking her shoulders. There was no way in hell she wanted to go out on a date tonight, or go anywhere. Ever. She never wanted to be seen or perceived again.
Rotting in her room on the carpet seemed so much better at the moment.
Eventually her sobs wore her out, leaving her lying limp on the floor. Which, is when you found her.
Finding her on the carpet with her tear-stained was was mildly panic inducing. You rushed to her side, falling to your knees beside her.
"Eve, what the hell is going on!?" You asked, gently brushing her hair from her face.
She sniffled, shrugging. "God fucking hates me."
"Baby, I'm gonna need more than that". You cooed gently, still stroking her hair. Her sadness made your chest ache without even understanding what was happening.
Evelyn roughly gestured to her body, scoffing. "Fuckin' look at me, my stupid-ass man body."
The realization hot you like a truck, gazing around her room at the piles of clothes. You sunk down on her, wrapping your arms around her as much as you could in the awkward position.
"Oh my God, Eve, Baby," You murmured, pressing a kiss into her skin. "It can't be a man's body if it's your body, you're not a man."
Evelyn twisted her head around to look at you. Tears still threatened to spill over her puffy eyelids. "Look at my godamn shoulders," she rasped. "So big. And my face, and neck, and..." she trailed off. Every ounce of effort she had put into speaking dripped with her misery.
Your heart broke a little. She was the most beautiful woman you'd ever seen, and you hated that she had to deal with this shit. It wasn't fair.
Your fingers delicately traced her facial features - the shape of her nose and eyes, along her jaw, and down to the corners of her lips. They were so soft and warm, you wanted to kiss them and never stop.
"Well, I've personally never met a Cis woman who hasn't felt exactly the same about her body." You hummed.
Her brows furrowed, giving you the look you knew held a barrage of unspoken profanities.
You giggled a little before continuing. "Every woman I have ever met as felt that her shoulders were too broad, that she wasn't curvy enough, that she looked too beefy in the 'wrong' areas. I've held some women while they've shed tears about it. Fuck the media, babe."
She rolled onto her back to look at you better, and you took your opportunity to move over and sit on her hips. Her hands came up to instinctively grab your waist. "Yeah?" She asked.
You nodded. "Yeah. And now I'm holding my favorite woman while she's upset about it."
A little smirk returned to her face. "Goddamn right, I'm your favorite." She purred.
Laughing, you leaned forward to kiss all over her tear stained cheeks. "My favorite, the most beautiful, most sexy~" You told her, emphasizing each one with another kiss.
Eventually your lips found her, both of you immediately melting into each other.
Knowing that did make her feel a bit better. It would always be different for her, probably always be difficult. But it was nice to fit in, in a sense. It was like the weight shifted from *her* body and rather to the shitty way bodies get perceived.
It gave her something to blame, something to spit and kick at.
Being under you also helped.
You pulled away with a hum, a strand of spit connecting your lips still. "Now, what are we gonna do for our date, pretty girl? You still wanna go out?"
She nodded, gazing up at your with her pretty blue eyes that threatened to suck you right into them. God, did you need her to see herself from your eyes. Being blessed with so much as a small glimpse of her was like getting a piece of every heaven from every religion all at once.
"Yeah, I do." She hummed. "But first I want more kisses..."
Evan being a silly goofball while he gets ready for work after you stay over one night, and his silliness surpasses the allowed levels™ and his dicks out (cause he's getting ready) so of course it goes in your mouth
He's 20 minutes late but he deemed it well worth it, strutting through the door like he was on top of the world
Why does hot topic ONLY hire the cutest fucking women? Not even talking physically, though that too. Like the few minutes I'm talking to them in the store and I'm giggling and happy enough to last a week.
WHERE IS YOUR CUTE WOMEN WAREHOUSE, HOT TOPIC? WHERE ARE YOU GETTING THEM ALL FROM? I LIVE FOR YOU, HOT TOPIC GIRLS
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