☾ — LOSE MYSELF

𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪'𝘮 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦?

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𝐈'𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒.

#𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐒— independent & selective 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 of 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜. based on the musical with franchise influences & headcanons. 𝚎𝚜𝚝. 𝚓𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟼.

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( by ash / they/she/he / 23 )

rules & about. / memes. / headcanons. also found at: michael afton. multi. peter parker.

[homunculus-argument]

Not book smart or street smart but a secret third thing.

[luckyletd0wn]

supid

[homunculus-argument]

supid.

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@cool2bqueer asked: "shut up and let me help you" // bloody prompts

MICHAEL’S PROTESTS don’t exactly end, but they falter for a moment in the face of Sam’s fiery insistence. “Sammy-” He stresses, more quiet this time. “I’m fine.”

He doesn’t look it. The handful of tissues clutched between fingers does little to stop the blood gushing from his nose. It drips down his chin and stains droplets on his shirt. It isn’t the first time, and Michael knows better now than to think it will be the last. As accustomed to it as he is, the blood keeps pouring for longer than he would have expected— maybe it should concern him more than it does, but he can’t really find it in himself to care.

It concerns Sam, though, even as they play a silent game of pretend. As if Michael had walked in fresh out of a fight at school, rather than how the walls of the house shook with it not long ago. A shock of shame runs through him. He usually conceals it better than this.

But because it’s hard to deny his little brother much, Michael takes the damp washcloth. A burst of pain ripples through him as he presses it to his face— still, it does a far better job of cleaning the blood. “… There, happy?” Definitely not. He takes a steady breath as he wipes it away, putting on his best act for Sam. “It should stop soon.”

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so basically what we're gonna do is dance

basically what you must do is FEED!!!!

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@longcentury asked: technology ... it giveth and it taketh. // the quarry prompts

THE BOARDWALK performance area isn't quite advanced enough to have a real backstage, but Michael still slips from the crowd to where the band gathers with ease. No one seems to question him. It's become routine, even when tonight's show wasn't so regular. He finds himself impressed that they pulled it off, even with the microphone malfunction, playing even as the feedback went in and out.

"Right..." Michael rolls his eyes, though the smile that pulls at the corner of his lips betrays him. Playful and still buzzing with excitement amidst the chaos and dumb jokes, swaying on his heels. "Any other words of wisdom? You guys seemed to handle it pretty alright." Quick glance around, before his eyes land back on David. "Do... you need help with anything— or is figuring that out a later problem?"

[takenhits]

well well well

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I gave you my blood pls respond

OKAY, OKAY, he'll respond. C'mon, come closer, he definitely does not have a stake.

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can you lock the fuck in

DOES HE look like he's ever locked in once in his life?

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it means there’s ALWAYS a head vampire. you killed max. so if this WERE the mafia, theoretically, who would be the next mob boss given the vampires you know

new blog, same clownery

ONE COULD PRACTICALLY SEE the gears turning in Michael's head, brows furrowed as he considers... an idea he didn't before. Stupidly enough, the mob metaphor helps to view it as a hierarchy, some sort of ranking. If the head vampire title does have to go somewhere, then there's only one of them he can think of that definitely only has Max's blood.

His mouth falls open, and then closed again— he nearly says David's name as a question, but... the dots have already connected. "Well... shit."

[pose-at-play]

yeah me too michael

[middleallie]

THE LOST BOYS (Original Broadway Cast Recording) - Act One

[ohaubergine]

happy saturday night everyone i'm