🫀 my name is evan (you can also call me blue. like blue’s clues)
🫀 im a he/him boy
🫀 freak and a weirdo. like seriously. you’ve been warned.
🫀 i freaking LOVE fall out boy.
🫀 dan and phil enjoyer
🫀 my favourite album right now is: selfish machines (pierce the veil)
no dni. i don’t care. i also can’t stop you so. go crazy.
also DILF patrick stump is so important to me. i need you guys to know that. (he was important to me when he wasn't a dilf but lord is he more important to me now)
Over 90% of parents of visibly intersex children opt for cosmetic surgery on their infants.
The ones that don't experience medical violence then, likely experience it as a teenager.
I didn't.
I am very rare in that I did not experience medical violence.
Why? Because I learned what intersexuality was as a young age, and I actively fought against what doctors wanted to do to me. All the way down to legal research on what medical care minors can be forced into. I remember walking into that doctor's appointment with the state law written down that proved that if I did not consent they could not do surgery.
That is why intersex activism is important. It saved me and it will save more.
van days peterick, they have to share a bunk or single bed or smth, morning wood happens, maybe pete thinks playing with it'd be a funny way to "prank" patrick but it all gets a bit real 👀
fun fact this was actually a scrapped concept from my van days fic. it just didn't fit the Them vibe at the time so i've been keeping this exact concept in my back pocket for a little while.
i truly love van days them because they're such boyfailures. truly the nerdiest motherfuckers you've ever seen. there's something wrong with them. <3
it starts out as a joke. at least that's what pete keeps telling himself so he doesn't have to confront the fact that he really is just touching his best friend's dick for the love of the game.
and, to be fair, patrick sleeps pretty peacefully, so in pete's head, he might be able to get away with getting him off fully asleep. he's not entirely sure what the funny part really is—maybe calling patrick gay? for coming in his sleep next to him.
patrick's the one hard, so really, it's not pete's fault. he's just helping him out. which contradicts the whole concept of this being a joke, but he figures it's just one of those punching-up things.
joe and andy are still asleep in the other queen bed. pete hasn't slept all night. he's been too busy counting the stains on the ceiling that might just be shadows and watching the minutes on the clock tick away one-by-one.
pete's just idly stroking patrick through his boxers at first. he's moved down the bed, though he's not sure if he'll actually get the balls to try and blow him or something.
pete patrick mumbles and, at first, pete's under the impression he's still sleeping.
he gets this weirdly satisfied feeling in his chest. patrick's thinking about him in his sleep. maybe has wet dreams about him all the time. but then patrick's hand is wrapping around his wrist.
pete— what're you doing?
pete's eyes flick up to patrick's, from where he's started to prop himself up. pete gets the distinct desire to back out—and, really, he should—but he can't see how haha, pranked you would get him out of this. not when his face is literally inches away from patrick's dick.
shhh. just lemme—
patrick pushes at his head a little. dude. fuck off. he's whispering, though. clearly not trying to get joe and andy's attention. pete takes that as a sign that he's not actually pissed
nonono, just lemme suck you off, trick. you'll like it, i swear.
patrick pushes again, a little harder. stop joking around, pete. that's not fucking funny.
i'm not joking, patrick. just this once.
yeah right you're 'not joking'— dude, joe and andy are right there.
pete smiles, sharp at the corners. then you just have t' try and be quiet.
this time, when pete moves to get his mouth on patrick through his boxers, patrick doesn't fight it. he's blinking slowly like he's still half-asleep but his eyes are wide and piercing. pete sticks his tongue out, gets the material of patrick's boxers all wet with spit until the spot is dark.
patrick's breathing all heavy—pete can hear the exact place it hitches each time—and his hands are at his sides, unmoving. he does help when pete tries to get the waistband to his boxers down, sliding them over his hips and lifting up just enough to get them down.
pete ends up in a staring match with patrick's dick for longer than he should. he only actually takes him into his mouth when patrick starts protesting, seeming to think that this is proof pete isn't being serious.
when he gets his lips around patrick's cock, he realizes sucking dick isn't actually as easy as he'd been hoping. he takes him about halfway before he's gagging, which he figures will gross patrick out—the wet mouth noises certainly gross pete out—but he just lets out a harsh breath and drops his head back for a second before straightening back up.
pete sucks patrick's dick as well as he can manage until patrick grabs him by the hair and pulls him down, forcing himself further until his tip hits the back of pete's throat. pete whines in protest, but just gets a sharp little glare in response.
you're the one who decided t' suck me off in the middle 'f the night.
which pete can't reasonably argue with. so, he takes it and chokes on patrick and doesn't complain. even when patrick shushes him like he can control how loudly he gags.
when patrick comes, pete swallows it—even though it tastes like shit—and he ends up leaving a mess of spit and precum all over patrick's dick, but patrick doesn't seem to mind it so much.
next time you should just wake me up. then patrick pulls up his boxers and rolls over. which doesn't exactly help pete's situation out very much. which is probably retribution for doing this in the first place.
