#frank.

[charlieklly]

all of frank's tapes are directions made by charlie

[foxkiez]

we are the expops. feed us!!!

[transmasciero]

is anyone else hard

[endthisduress]

i am your nightmare, i am the shape in the dark, i am your ending

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frank iero as jonathan crane, the scarecrow

happy birthday, frank! happy halloween, mcrblr!

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don’t leave me here, where my fears consume my thoughts, of what was and what could have been, it’s a sin

+ bonus: i saw jonathan crane at a my chemical romance concert and all i got was fear toxin in my eyes

[pbpb-ot]

[ieroticism]

this is The fucking setlist of all time what the fuck

[amomentxofhappiness]

@troublesomemix frank && maeve

The King knew it was necessary to wed again and secure a line of succession. The memories of Marie still haunted him to this day but it had been well over a year since the worst days of his life and as much as he wished d.eath would've taken him as well, it hadn't, not yet at least. And he was sure Marie had visited him in his dreams and told him he should live for the both of them. So he would, for her.

He wasn't particularly fond of this charade to find a new wife. The idea of a foreign princess was out of the question: there were too many foreign kingdoms at the brink of war to one another, and all circling their lands to take it over. He would not give them an opening by choosing the wrong wife and entangle his unborn heirs into it.

So Franklin agreed to wasting their time seeing only the most accomplished young ladies of their land, paraded in front of them with the hope of taking Marie's crown. He didn't quite like it, but he had to choose one. There were a few decent and healthy looking but no one that truly called his attention, until that one walked in.

Something stirred inside him. Something he had been avoiding since the day of the attack. That impulse, that rush of adrenaline that had taken over him, that had turned him into something (something that wasn't fast enough to save his wife).

He looked at her from the throne, tilting his head ever slightly as she twirled. It was the most reaction he had allowed himself even though the wolf something inside him was screaming. His eyes met hers briefly in one of her turns, and he clenched his jaw, deep breath through his nose.

Looking at one of the men around him, he nodded signaling she was one of the candidates. The only candidate.