last night i wrote 1600 wds of trans girl brenna urie/travis mccoy
On April 12th, 2006, Brenna Urie gets a burst of flowers and music notes and one delicate blue butterfly tattooed up her hip as a (flagrantly expensive, totally bursting her budget) birthday present to herself. If there's three things she's sure of in the world, it's her femininity, her love of music, and that this change is as permanent as the ink under her skin. Also that flowers are pretty.in non-fanfiction life news, my room is a mess and i have reading to do that i won't do because i want this fic to hit 3k tonight at least. also i am hungry and havent' eaten all day. also i have a money order that i need to get to the bank so i have cash to get a coffee or something when i see marxistbitch this weekend in the city but it's an hour-long bike ride and my friend said she'd lend me her bike but then i couldn't unlock it and then i realized the bank would be closed when i got there so now i have to do it on friday and then if they delay the money because they need to verify it then i ~still won't have cash on saturday. fuck.
On April 12th, 2007, the man who a year ago had had a smile in his soft brown eyes as he said, "I'm not gonna lie, this is gonna hurt," kisses all the petals of those flowers, whispers that he loves her and happy birthday before he fucks her into the mattress at midnight.