#evannn

[idesperatelyneedtoworkonmybook]

No no you are wrong I don't ship rosekiller I worship rosekiller.

[lostreverb]

[lilysandhyacinths]

Barty having bipolar disorder and his father being afraid of him calling him il diavolo

(the devil)

+ (Evan comforting him and reassuring him that he’s not)

[tiffysdeath]

UGHHH EVANS BEARD🤭🤭

[nightmareentertainment]

Whaat songs would you give Mary from hiimmarymary

Literally mid-watchparty we stopped to listen to Secret Garden by EmpathP because of the lyrics “Oh Mary, contrary, how does your garden grow?" and it inflicted some of the worst psychic damage on Cupid i've ever seen

From my own taste I'd toss. . . some softer, some louder

TYPE1: - Agoraphobia - Autoheart. Specifically the simple needs of the song, the lyrics "i dont really wanna go anywhere", the gentler melody of it all makes me feel for her in the worst of her journey in the house, leaning hard on the Garden. - White Cedar - The Mountain Goats. For the ending. If I wait long enough, I don't have to be afraid. I don't wanna be afraid. - Everything Is Wrong - Lincoln. Gives the appropriate amount of crushing hopelessness. "I haven't been feeling so good as of late / How do you know you're really awake?" The Entire Album could be very much applied it's a fucking great album. - No Surprises - Radiohead. No notes. You get it. - God Must Hate Me - Catie Turner. For the girlies who truly just hate themselves. "If I stare in the mirror too long it hurts." TYPE2: - Brand New City - Mitski. - Rosemary - Deftones - Fill In The Blank - Car Seat Headrest. big time. this is the one.

[bri-cheeses]

Letters and Pens - Part 1

| June 8th | Prompt: Illuminate | Word count: 749 | @rosekillermicrofic |

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Barty had had a bad day.

Evan knew he would from the moment the letter arrived at breakfast, marked with his father’s seal. Evan didn’t know what Barty Crouch Sr wanted, but he knew that his words were never kind. So he had made his prediction, and it had turned out to be right. Barty had spent the first half of the day sulking, quieter than normal. And as usual, the second half was the complete opposite. Barty had acted out, heightening his personality in an attempt to distract himself from whatever his father had said.

But Barty had clearly found his own performance lacking, which was why, Evan assumed, they were now at a party, the green lighting casting everything in an ominous glow. Barty danced next to him, tipsy already, trying his best to forget his troubles. And if this was what he needed in order to do it, then Evan was more than happy to help—so long as Barty didn’t get too drunk, of course. But Evan had been watching him carefully all night. By his calculations, he should still be fine.

“Evannn,” Barty crooned, throwing an arm around his shoulders, “You’re too tense! Loosen up a little.”

Then he laughed, and despite his crazy antics, Evan couldn’t help but think he was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

As Evan smiled at him, trying not to let his emotions show themselves completely on his face, Barty’s laughter trailed off and he lazily looked back at Evan. His smile dropped.

“Why aren’t you dancing with me, Evs?” he pouted, then pulled Evan in closer. Barty’s breath ghosted over his cheek as he whispered in his ear, “You look good tonight.”

The words, the tone, the proximity—it was too much.

“You’re drunk, Bee,” Evan tried to laugh. It came out more forced than he would’ve liked.

“Just tipsy, actually. And even if I was drunk, my eyes would still work just fine.”

Evan shook his head at Barty’s insistence.

“You just want a distraction,” he said.

And it was true. Barty had been looking for one all night—all day, really, ever since receiving that letter from his father—and Evan could tell. Barty always had a certain look about him when he was hunting for someone to occupy his time, and Evan had, of course, become extremely adept at recognizing it. Which is why he had clocked in on it tonight, Barty’s eyes roaming around the scene, taking in different people and weighing them in his head. The one thing Evan couldn’t figure out, though, is why Barty had landed on him instead of just about anyone else.

“You’re being mean,” whined Barty, moving even closer.

Barty was going to kill him, this Evan was sure of.

“I’m being responsible.”

He felt Barty’s petulance before he saw it in his face, the arm around his shoulder pulling him in more as Barty’s expression became downcast.

“Can’t you just kiss me?” Barty pleaded, the green lighting illuminating the planes of his face, and really, Evan thought, this wasn’t fair. How could he say no when Barty was looking at him like that, eyelashes framing his beautiful eyes, which were burning with the desire for a kiss.

Desire for a kiss, yes, but not for Evan specifically. Not Evan.

Never Evan.

But he might be able to deal with it. He could carry this weight on his back for the rest of his life, if only he got this one chance to kiss Barty.

He could deal with the weight of it, and he would, if it weren’t for the fact that Barty was upset and drunk, and not entirely aware of his own actions. And Evan was supposed to be the one taking care of him, so Barty’s best interests came before his own desires.

Nothing different from usual, of course.

And so, there on the dance floor, surrounded by people who would never value Barty as much as he deserved, Evan turned his best friend away. He turned him away despite knowing Barty would just move on to the next person in order to distract himself. And Evan would watch from afar the entire night as he hopped from person to person, flirting and kissing and laughing with anyone other than Evan, who would stay busy making sure that Barty didn’t end up hurting himself.

It was all so painfully typical that it was almost funny, but somehow, Evan couldn’t find it within himself to laugh.

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(Part 2)

[dovewingkinnie]

I like Michael :)

I hope you like the drawing

AWEEEEEE THEY'RE SO CUTEEE I LOVE HOW YOU DRAW MICHAEL AND EVANNN i love sparkly michael in the corner!! everywhere he goes he sparkles what a guy!!

[ruzine]

Very rare traditional baby Evannn

[tea-with-evan-and-me]

EVANNN

omg look at him 😭💗

[glitterdustcyclops]

EVANNN HOLY SHIT EVANNNN

[ghostboyhood]

HAIIIIIIIII GHOST HRU ???

HI EVANNN!!!!!! im alrightt, im on my pc rn not rlly.. doing anything, i might go and download sims cc 🤭 im trying not to lose my mind over someone that im getting more and more pissed at so !!!!

HOW ARE YOU TODAY???

[girlymatsu]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY EVANNN I HOPE U HAVE A FANTASTIC DAY

🌷🌸🌷🌸

🌸🌷🌸🌷🌸

/ᐠ🌷🌸🌷🌸🌷

( ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ🌷🌸🌷

\ つ \ /

U U / 🎀 \

THANK U LAUR!!! beautiful flowers <333

[lostreverb]

me when my family members ask if i'm into any boys (i'm obsessed with an actor that's twice my age)

[lilysandhyacinths]

RUSSIAN EVANNN 🫶

okay russian evan with a russian accent and Barty goes absolutely FERALLLLL when he hears it

and evan knowing that, throughout random times of the day he’ll whisper in his ear something russian and barty would combust right there

in this version of evan for me he’s VERY pale like sickly pale and whitish blondish hair (basically Casper Von Bülow)

He would travel to russia during holidays and summer in stuff so he would get used to the cold yk?

So when it would be cold at Hogwarts evan would be fine but barty would be freezing his ass off 😭😭 and evan would make fun of him tremendously

[1mlostnow]

EVANNN what episode/season of hosue should i watch help

This feels terrible to admit but im only on 1x21……im a fraud😔 but s4 when the new people join 🙏

[mik-mania]

one of the funniest bits to me is taking a normal name thats too short for a troll name and just. adding enough letters to get it there

ex. evannn. bobbbb. reeeed.