#boom angst

[cartoondrawer]

my cuties..

boo paimarex angst

[skiplo-wave]

Okay Miguel had some venom in his voice when he blamed Miles for RIPPeter's death. And makes you wondered if Miguel and that Peter were close. WHich makes you wonder even more if reason Miguel doesn't lose his shit at Peter B because well they are almost the same just one had his life together and other didn't for period of time.

Miguel and Peter had a friendship but that's gone...his universe is long gone but another is out there just different

[overgrownmoon]

lullaby for a vessel

(a parody of Lullaby for a Princess by Ponyphonic)

The gods have been cruel and time so unkind

How could they have sent you away?

The blame not our own, the punishment, yours

The kingdom sits silent today

But into the stillness I'll weave you a song

And I will your company keep

'Till your tired eyes and my lullabies

Have carried you softly to sleep

Once did a Pale King who shone like the sun

Look out on his kingdom and sigh

He reached out and said, "Surely, there is no kingdom so brilliant, and so lay eternal as mine!”

So great was his reign, that radiance awake

That old light declared judgement due

Which fell dark upon the pale sibling she loved

And grew only darker as that bright hatred grew

Lullay Pale Vessel, goodnight sibling mine

Rest now in darkness’ embrace

Bear through my lullaby, song of the earth

Through lock, and through spell, and through chains

Carry the peace and the silence of void

And carry my sorrow in kind

Sibling, you're loved so much more than you know

Forgive me for being so blind

Soon did that princess take notice that closer

Her sibling’s grim fate had drew

But nay! she believed all that she had been told

She watched as her sire’s preparations grew

But such is the way of that Old Light, it sweetly

Takes hold of the mind of its host

And that little princess could do nothing to stop

The destruction of one who had loved her most

Lullay Pale Vessel, goodnight sibling mine

Rest now in darkness’ embrace

Bear through my lullaby, song of the earth

Through lock, and through spell, and through chains

Carry the peace and the silence of void

And carry my sorrow in kind

Sibling, you're loved so much more than you know

May purpose be far from your mind

And forgive me for being so blind

The years now before us

Fearful and stillborn

I never wanted

to face them on my own

May this eternal stasis

Swiftly pass, I pray

I love you, I miss you

So close yet far away

May all your dreams be free of light

Hung above in spells of pale light

And know not of sadness, pain, or fear

And when I dream, I'll break your chains and bring you here

Sleep

Sleep

Sleep

[spiderwcman-aa]

‘ i’m not angry with you, just disappointed. ’

ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ@bartonista | accepting

🕷️ → HER JAW PULSED as she listened to the other, fingers clenched around the mask in her hand, it’s all she can do to keep herself CALM and composed. there was always something, there was always something she did WRONG. May let the silence pervade the air for a little longer.She lifts her head to her to face Nicole, face stained with TEARS ❝ Are you seriously going down this road? The disappointment talk.❞her face which read guilt and HUMILIATION,hardened minutely ❝ you’re not my dad or my mother, so don’t treat me like a child..❞

[king-crane]

👋 gently cups his cheek 👀

Professor Jonathan Crane did not enjoy being awoken. But that was exactly what had happened to him.

They were in the middle of a ridiculous cross-country trip, in pursuit of the man known as The Chemist, and had stopped in an out of the way motel on the way. He supposed he should have noticed the glint in the owner's eyes, but he was too tired to care.

The gunshots that awoke both Crane and Arden certainly made him regret his decision.

It was over in thirty seconds, the sickle he kept by his side at all times having sliced off the arm of some poor thug before finding its place in the gut of a second. He didn't see what Arden did with Dumbass 3 and Dumbass 4, but he couldn't quite concentrate too clearly with the bullet in his leg. The bad news was that it had hit his flesh leg, but the good news was that it had missed any major arteries.

After the adrenaline wore off, Crane could only stare in contempt at the men bleeding out all over the motel room. He was dressed in nothing but an opened robe and pajama bottoms, his slender, lean, and scarred physique on display - moreso when the robe fell from his shoulders.

He was shaking. His leg wouldn't stop shaking, and without the support of a second leg, he fell to the ground, only barely bracing himself in time.

He was awoken a second time by Arden's hand on his cheek, her bright eyes scanning over him with worry.

"I don't recall ordering a wake-up call from the front desk, Arden." Dry humor with a drier voice.

[shadeofazmeinya]

what is the angst of the jeremwood dwights pizza au, o wise angst monarch? (it's circling around now bc of that one cute comic and i need to drink in as much as i possibly can sorry heh)

first thoughts on angst: poor lil jeremy working at the place to scrap any money he can. poor kid is trying to survive on next to nothing. eating the burnt pizzas they were going to throw out just so he can eat /something/ that day. stealing money from the cash register when he needs to, pocketing money that people paid for the pizza on deliveries. Ryan’s hundred dollars that he throws to Jeremy feeds him for a week. Jeremy ultimately gets caught stealing just because in his desperation he got careless and got caught.

[impishtubist]

Is there anyone out there who's seen ST and wants a plot bunny?

[theyretakingthehobbittohogw-blog]

"Your hair looks perfect," Blaine assured him, reaching out to tuck a single wayward strand back into place. In only an hour Kurt had gone from sleep-rumpled-and-beautiful to runway-poised-and-beautiful. It was a marvel. "Come on, we're going to miss breakfast if we don't hurry up. I thought we'd grab Rachel a bagel or something, too, she's going to be late. There's no way that girl can take only 5 minutes in the shower--she's a bigger diva than you are." He nudged Kurt's shoulder playfully, and took his hand, walking side by side down the hall to the elevator. 

The elevator stopped two floors down, and an older couple got on--Blaine guessed them to be in their forties, maybe early fifties. He smiled at them, leaning against Kurt's side, and nodded a "Good morning." The woman just glared, her eyes pointedly travelling down to their still-joined hands and back up to their faces, and sniffed, turning back around and wrapping her arm around her husband's. The man glanced back over his shoulder and them and sneered before looking straight ahead. 

Despite their looking away, Blaine still heard the muttered, "Fucking queers," and his wife's approving "hmph." He froze, staring at their backs, his fingers tightening around Kurt's. After the last few years, after his father and his father's entire side of the family, after middle and then the first year of junior high school...it shouldn't have still hurt. It shouldn't have affected him. But this was New York, his haven, his safe place, his home, and when the doors opened on the lobby and the couple stalked out he couldn't move, struck dumb. 

Kurt tried to pull him out the door, but he couldn't. His fingers slipped free, and Kurt stared at him as the doors closed again.