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baffledartistry · 2 days
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this fucking parallel gets me every time
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nalina-nw · 3 days
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ᴄᴇᴘʜᴀʟᴏᴘᴏᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ - ᴏꜰꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴏᴋ
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n3cr0neta · 1 day
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nurse rard
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mychemicalraymance · 2 days
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Teacher of the year mug (bought at goodwill)
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foolscapper · 3 days
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gimme gimme gimme that vampire HONEY
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once again doing style studies in my free time and i’ve circled back around to gerard’s style. really enjoying parsing out the staples of his style and what makes it so appealing to me while also figuring out how to make it work with my own skills and quirks
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morguekisser · 3 days
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Like a secret in your throat… 📹
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you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me
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fuzzpetalz · 2 days
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i duplicated bullets and all i got was this guy coming to my house to suck my blood
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xoxomeowz · 2 days
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🌧️
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m0thxy · 2 days
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me when i remember that mcr is a real band that exists
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cuntyvamp · 3 days
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frnkiebby · 17 hours
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Frnkiebby’s FellowWhore Appreciation Day(week) Installment Number Two:
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“Are you sure you’re still up for this Frankie?” you ask. Frank was barely recovered from his latest bout of bronchitis and you really wished he would take things easier and just fucking rest.
“For the millionth time. Yes.” he said, his tone edging on exasperation now “We’ve had these tickets for *months* and I’m so fucking sick and tired of rotting on the couch.”
Frank moved to walk around you, placing a hand on your hip as he squeezed past in the narrow hallway of the front door. You let out a heavy sigh and finally took a pair of shoes from the rack in front of you.
“Will you at least wear a mask? We’re gonna be around a lot of people and I really don’t want you catching another bug. Your immune system isn’t back to full strength yet.”
Hearing a thump come from Franks direction caused you to drop your remaining shoe and snap your eyes to him.
“Yes, mother.” he said petulantly, lifting his head back from where he had let it fall against the wall in frustration.
“Frank…I’m sorry, I just worry. You’ve been getting sick a lot more frequently lately…”
Frank looked down and away. He knew that. He knew he’s been sick more often than not this fall, and if he was being honest with both himself and you, he was also worried.
“I know baby,” he replied softly “I’ll wear a mask. I’ll be okay.”
He stood and walked the few steps over to take your face in his hands. Brushing his thumbs across your cheekbones, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against your forehead.
“Let’s get outta here and go see your freaky exhibit already, huh?”
“Yeah, Frank, sounds like a plan.”
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Before you got out of your uber you nudged Franks arm and passed him the mask you had shoved in your pocket. With a soft smile thrown at you he held it against his nose and looped the elastics around his ears. After thanking the driver, you both exited the car and started up the crowded steps into the museum.
Frank had teased you mercilessly for wanting to go to the exhibit. Called it gruesome and you a weirdo as if he hadn’t immediately gone into his phone to purchase tickets.
Once inside with pamphlets in hand, Frank was so excited that he was damn near insufferable. Pulling you from one display to another, chattering endlessly about the creepy history of each piece. It was honestly both adorable and a relief that he had so much energy.
“Oh my god, look-look-look!”
When you looked over to him, smile already on your face, you absolutely lost it. The look on Frank’s face combined with the ridiculous pose he struck had you laughing at a volume that resulted in more than a few glares from the other patrons.
“You absolute dork, don’t you dare move a muscle.” You weren’t even sure if he understood you with how much you were laughing.
“Don’t move a muscle, huh?” he teased “Like this guy?”
When you finally got the camera open on your phone, you nearly dropped it. Frank had escalated his pose to an even higher level of ridiculousness. God you fucking loved him.
After snapping more photos than necessary, you turned to show them off to Frank. The two of you broke out into more laughter, gaining even more glares. The night had went better than you expected, even with Frank’s laughter devolving into silent wheezes as he bent over trying to get control of himself.
Even though he would be exhausted for the rest of the night and likely tomorrow, you were glad he held firm and insisted on the exhibit. Every now and then Frank has to be right about something, you figured.
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Future: bulletproof
Aftermath: secondary
Time to: do it now and do it loud
Killjoys: make some noise
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na
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maraisely-blog · 10 hours
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