Repeatedly - Tumblr Posts
Anyway if you see this you have to reblog and tag with a delight from ur day -- even the littlest thing counts
it’s ya boy Raziel!!!!
Some Danny phantom sketches for the void
Two connected string puppets at this point
SCREMAING CRYING THROWING UP
Wow it’s almost like most of human history has been about controlling women… or something…
ASDFASDFAHSDÆFKJADSLJF!! I'm so ready.
Mutuals... we should play video games together
aventurine holding my cat insane crossover
Ough. Ouuughhhhhh. I am not okay.
francis abernathy tried his hardest to be happy, but in the end, he always knew his fate.
i think that at some point in francis’ life, after he married, he did kill himself. he tried his hardest to be happy, make the most of what he had and show gratitude for his wife, but all he wanted was to be twenty one again; in his aunt’s enormous country house with a cigarette and some pretentious record of bunny’s spinning in circles like francis’ own drunk, spinning thoughts.
i think he thought back to the country house when he was stood on a rooftop in boston. at first, he thought about henry. the man who had francis’ whole life planned out for him. then, francis thought about richard, and how different things may have been. a brief thought of the twins, how charles would react and how sad camilla would be. a sudden pang of guilt hit francis, but no regret.
the final thought, however, that rang like a church bell through the labyrinth of francis abernathy’s neurotic brain as he fell, and fell, and fell, was bunny. was this how he felt? he must have been more scared. god, he must have been so scared. this isn’t a fitting end for anyone, falling. but it’s too late now.
and then, after a split second of the most excruciating pain he’d ever been in, francis woke up. instead of concrete underneath his face, he felt velvet, and instead of a crunching smack followed by the scream of passers by, francis heard, for some strange reason, ridiculous marching tunes.
francis woke up in the country house, with bunny stood by the record player skipping songs, and henry sat across from him, smoking and reading. of course, francis knew instantly, and he burst into tears. henry didn’t look up from his book, just uttered a simple phrase in greek.
“i’ve been waiting for you.”