#hellfire shirt

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Hopefully more people can enjoy these🤠

Materials:

Plain Raglan Shirt

Method:

Screen Printing

Progress Pics:

I think I look pretty good half undressed in the woods, what about you?

Because none of them are actually f^ck1ng realistic.

tw: mentions of blood, broken bones, scrapes, body image issues, and some more

🕷 dresses the way that he does because HE IS CHUBBY. this man is thick. this man has extra fluff. he’s not skinny and scrawny like eddie or muscular and buff as fuck like steve. he’s CHUBBY. he has stretch marks and his protective layering shows when he sits down. big thighs and the subtle hints of baby fat on his cheeks. hence the sweaters, long-sleeves, jeans (never in shorts), and of course, the layering. he’s constantly checking his reflection to make sure he doesn’t look bad in whatever position he’s in. sometimes he stares at himself in the mirror for long periods of time and doesn’t like it, and sometimes he doesn’t look in the mirror at all until he’s fully dressed. you’re welcome.

🦝 it’s the 80s, he doesn’t know what pansexual/genderfluid/queer/gay means besides that they’re used as insults. he shies away from topics like that because he’s most likely been confused about his sexuality for quite some time. since he was little, he’s probably thought all genders were attractive, but god forbid he say it out loud. he doesn’t know the terminology or what any of his feelings mean until he’s much older.

🦇 he’s clumsy as fuck. he trips and falls and scrapes his knees and falls down the stairs and breaks bones and constantly causes his parents to have to dial 911. he had a rough childhood with broken arms and tons of stitches. been clumsy since he was a baby, probably had to have multiple surgeries because of accidents that he was the cause of. he’d probably call you crying if he sprained a single finger or something. which leads to the next one:

🦡 gareth emerson is a big baby. spunky and mean and “fuck you” on the outside, but he’s actually sweet and soft. not in the “soft boy uwu” way but in the “best friend’s older brother” way. he’d kiss your forehead a lot and let you listen to his music with him. you watch movies together all the time, but action-packed moves or really gorey horror movies. he loves horror, it’s funny to him when the cgi or effects are really bad. he likes to giggle at them with you and point out what the editors/directors did wrong in each scene. “blood’s not that color”, “it wouldn’t bleed that much”, “there’s not a thick vein there”, “that’s not what the inside of an animal looks like”, etc.

🐀 he has an animal bone collection. not the kind that you get from killing animals and taking their insides, but the kind that you find in the woods and put the miscellaneous pieces together to make it look cool. he has a big shelf in his room dedicated to animal bones, taxidermy, dead bugs, and other oddities. he likes to collect them and just look at them sometimes. he gets excited when he tries to show you his collection and he tells you stories of where he got each individual piece. “this one came from the backyard”, “this one was behind the school”, “oh, that one? found it when we bought the house”, I could listen to him for fucking hours someone stop me.

🦔 his room is probably a mess. clothes everywhere, band posters half-hanging up, drumstick graveyard in a shoebox, and miscellaneous food items all over the carpet. his parents don’t even bother anymore, he’s too messy and clumsy to keep up with his room. it smells like a teenaged boy in there, you can rarely see the floor, and the only thing that ever looks nice is his bookshelf of animal bones and the closet because he doesn’t use it. occasionally you can see the floor surrounding his drum set, but that’s about it. there’s underwear all over the place and dirty clothes in random piles on the floor. he only cleans it once a month if he’s lucky. his bed is a wreck, he keeps *everything* on there. candy in the comforter, comic books under the sheets, socks and tons of stuffed animals, pillows everywhere and the sheets are halfway off of the bed all the time. he loves it.

🦨 he doesn’t fucking listen to the neighborhood or arctic monkeys. if it was modern, he’d probably be into slipknot, pierce the veil, nirvana, green day, bullet for my valentine, and more like that. he’s never even heard daddy issues for real, damn.

Me: He’s wearing it both in the flashback and in the future!