#makesyovcry

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▒  ∴   MAKESYOVCRY   ∴   ▒

         ❛ It wasn’t a big deal ! ❜ He insists for what seems like the hundredth time . It’s beginning to feel like he’s ascolded child as he’s left sitting lazily on his bed while she stands, pacing. ❛ Frank’s an adult, alright ? He can take a couple digs - least I was all insult and no injury. Come ON , babe ! What’s he gonna do - mount my headover the fireplace ?? ❜

                   Ivories  BITE  DOWN  tenderly  upon  baby  pink  lips,    her  features  SCRUNCHING  UP  in  concern.    Columbia’s  head  shook  back  forth  and  she  sighed.    ❝    He  CAN,    ❞    she  began,    fingers  lacing  together.    ❝    But  that  don’t  mean  he’s  gonna,    ❞    she  finished.    The  groupie’s  jaw  CLENCHED.    She  knew  it  was  a  JOKE,    but  she  couldn’t  help  but  genuinely  consider  it.    ❝    I’ve  seen  people  get  REAL  MESSED  up  for  this  n’   that  around  here,    ❞    she  muttered,    VISIBLY  FIGHTING  tears.

[pulselessly-blog]

@makesyovcry.

              she   hates   the sound of knocking . it’s almost inexplicable , but something about the   LOUD POUNDING   that echoes through the apartment grates her .   (   she   just   had her only pick - up , a man in a leather jacket who   couldn’t   have been the orderer . she was glad to see him go .   )   despite her confusion , she opens the door slowly . her expression , or lack thereof , shifts to an irritated confusion when the last visitor is the same visitor . hazel eyes drop to the painting , a   T E A R   in the canvas . her voice is low  &  level , but the displeasure is evident .   ❛   h-how did  ---  what the f u c k have you done ?   ❜

[withflourmoved]

@makesyovcry !  |  that random twitter call.

           her delivery route had taken a rather uncomfortable turn,  as the frankenstein place was  NOT  an abode jenna was familiar with.  forgive her for being jumpy,  but the tales she’s heard of the place create an image that off - puts her just a bit.  that may be why she’s standing  ALONE  in a corridor,  having lost the maid magenta,  who was supposed to guide her to the dining hall.  a familiar face is what jenna longs for;  maybe columbia,  who had ordered the pie,  or arden,  who seemed more trustworthy than frank’n’furter or his henchmen.  you can imagine her relief when she spots eddie  -  and the anxious nature in which she bustles up to him.   ❝   - eddie !  god,  i’m so glad i found you.  uh,  i’m here to drop this pie off but  -  i got lost.   ❞   that sounds  A LOT  more embarrassing out loud.

[diiagnose]

    ‘ look , i don’t like CHRISTMAS . it’s not my thing-    you can’t punish me for not wanting to decorate a tree or sing annoyingly cheerful songs about happiness . that’s just cruel , making me sing about something i don’t have . ’

@makesyovcry // here .

[backgroundiing]

what a BLAST FROM THE PAST , & it’s surely not a very welcomed one . lips unconsciously turn into a sneer . then , there’s , of course , eye contact . great .    ‘ oh , wanna keep staring ? ’    an award-winning grin curls his sneer into something more pretty .

@makesyovcry // sc .

[diiagnose]

@makesyovcry // here .

the second that arden sees eddie , he feels pure happiness . legs carry him before he even knows what he’s doing . it’s almost immediate that there’s an admittedly pathetic SOB in the crook of the other’s neck . he smells of sweat & grime , but it’s still welcomed , because eddie’s back-    HE’S ALIVE .    ‘ fuck you . ’    it’s whispered into the leather fabric , & he doesn’t care how touchy he’s being . fingers are weakly grasping for anything he can grab , he just needs to be sure that eddie’s won’t l e a v i n g again . grip is loosened & he takes a shaky step back , a SNIFFLE as he looks the other . he looks ill , but still , again-    HE’S FUCKING ALIVE .

arms tightly grab a hold of the other again , & he feels eddie’s reaction ; he lets go .    ‘ what’s wrong , eddie ? are you- ’    he can’t stop crying .    ‘ oh , SHUT UP . i may be crying , but at least don’t smell . ’    a grin is poking up at the edges & he hugs eddie again , yet this time he is careful about it . face is buried , & he just LETS GO . a weak cry is muffled into the other’s jacket , & it’s only strengthened by the other’s action .    ‘ i thought you were dead-    i thought- ’    he stops himself , voice dropping to a whisper .    ‘ I’M GLAD YOU’RE BACK . ’

[diiagnose]

throws my url @ you 8 years late to the meme

OKAY , FOR REAL , NO MORE . // not accepting .

my opinion on;

character in general: edward martin von scott is a piece of garbage tht u don’t want to throw away . he’s like .. a piece of garbage tht u Love so u wish u could recycle him instead bc he deserves better than just being thrown in the trash . he’s Quality Trash & a rden loves him sm as his lil bro . like , i’m p sure eddie & arden is my most developed relationship / brotp / thing .how they play them: spo t on , like . seriously . i can just ,, Feel him in ur writing & i lo ve it ahHH

do i;

follow them: yes , & u should , toorp with them: looks at the large amount of threads we have a bit i guess idkwant to rp with them: TURN THOSE TH REE HUNDRED THREADS INTO THREE HUNDRED & ONEship their character with mine: brotp highkey & i also love them Pretending to be gay for each other just to try to one up the o ther one . like , in public , seeing who can go the Farthest without backing down

what is my;

overall opinion: i’m gonna stop here before it gets Too gay

[feltreleased-blog]

✮ aLL THE PLATONIC SHIT HEC K YEAH

( i’m 100% here for this // accepting!! // @makesyovcry )( 23. sleepy hug )

Movie nights were almost a WEEKLY thing since Janet came around. Though many of the castle’s patrons didn’t care too much about it, she insisted on keeping her family tradition alive through them. Time passed slow - Eddie’s particular choice in movie being anything but her STYLE - but after everyone else ditched him for sleep, she refused to leave him to finish it alone ( especially since it was her idea in the first place ). A yawn escaped pursed lips, hand moving in an attempt to rub the SLEEPINESS from her eyes, & body shifting as she slowly slumped against his sturdy frame. She doesn’t think anything of it as it happens - whether it’s because she’s sleep-deprived or it felt so NATURAL - blonde locks fall against his chest as she practically falls against him, arm draping lazily over his waist. A small sigh passes her lips, eyes fluttering wearily as her other hand finds it’s way to rest under her head.     “ How much LONGER is this?? I’m just curious, ”     Voice is barely audible over the volume of the television, drowse-blurred gaze flicking upward to avoid MOVING from the warmth of the other’s body against hers. Her curiosity was more of a exhausted plead so she can go to bed without leaving him to finish the movie off himself & it’s obvious in every way, yet she dismisses it as if he wouldn’t NOTICE.