☞ Dysphoria vs. Dysmorphia ☞ Brendon Urie is a troubled transgender boy that lives and survives by himself while juggling his work, depression and horrible high school life. Dallon Weekes is a sweet boy trying to make it through a solid day without eating anything or running out of cigarettes. They meet. ---- • TW: dysphoric and dysmorphic thoughts, slight self-harm, suicidal thoughts, drug use/smoking, abuse, bulimia, negative and pessimistic thinking. • I don't ship Brendon and Dallon in real-life, but I love them both and that's why they are in this story. ---- All rights reserved bitches | infectiouskiss 2018

If you'd asked Dallon if he'd ever wanted a little, just two months ago, he would've said no. He didn't have the time for a boyfriend, let alone a little. and even if he'd have the time, he didn't think he'd be responsible enough. And now... Well, now his house was filled with crayons, stuffies, and pacifiers. His fridge was filled with dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets and loads of strawberry ice cream. And it was all because of Brendon, his cute, strawberry ice cream loving little. Not once did Dallon doubt his choice to take the little in. He loved taking care of the small boy because Brendon trusted and loved him and that was all that mattered. His baby boy loved him. Highest ranking: #1 in the Brallon tag

ryro: i think i like you beebo: you shouldn't

The story I'm going to tell you may starts a bit different than usual. It starts with a dead person. The poor boys heart just stopped beating. And at that young age, only 11 years old. The things he could've done in life, uncountable. At that age you don't know who you are, who you'll be and with whom. You can achieve anything you can dream of, write your book to its last page. This boy could barely write chapter one. No one should be in his situation. An innocent child, who's body wasn't even found. Murder? Suicide? An accident? No one knows it, except me. Because well, I'm the dead boy.