#angelface

[mjracles]

michael jackson’s video message about the bad album (1987)

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[transjudas]

just pure joy (x)

[frushantay69]

This era of JF is so 😍😭

[h3llraz0rr]

Quick silly doodle 👁️👁️

[pnkhalo]

[whoopsyeahokay]

Milo Manheim

[seriouseffects]

My happy place, my hero, my role model, my comfort person since I was 4 years old.

I will never not love you.

We might have only walked on this earth together for 5 years, but I'm so grateful for that. You feel like family to me, I grew up with you and you strongly shaped me into the person I've become today without ever meeting. I love you so much and miss you so much. ❤️

Wherever you are, I hope you know how loved you are. Always. 🤍

[firstaidspray]

They hate me for my brown eyes that are normally black but look like this in direct sun

[anexperimentallife]

Look at this beautiful face that I get to kiss every single day! 😍 @thesurestthing

[xnorthstarsunshinex]

[love-toxin]

Eddie in a soaking wet tee 🧍‍♀️ that’s all goodbye 🏃‍♀️

im so sorry i just short-circuited for a second there. anyways, come with me /grabs you by your neck

eddie. white hellfire shirt. running in the rain to try and get out of it and failing miserably, having to climb up through the window of your bedroom or his trailer with the help of eddie's hands before he pulls himself through it and falls in haphazardly, and gets to his feet on a dime to close it shut and finally rescue you two from the rain. and as soon as you manage to stumble through the dim room and flick the lamp on, eddie looks back at you with a smile that grows even wider when he realizes your gaze is locked on to his body.

you can see the dark lines of his tattoos through the fabric, his hellfire club shirt soaked all the way through so he basically might be wearing nothing but tissue paper. and it clings to him in every which way, shows off his chest and his arms and his waistline, and it's when your eyes flicker up to see how hard his nipples are as the shirt strains against them that you feel your stomach really twist into knots. you're so lucky he's not a wearer of white pants, because if his jeans were that see-through....well, the v of his hips drawing your gaze down between his legs is already distracting, so you don't even wanna know how un-subtle you would be if you got the same eyeful as you were getting now.

"my eyes are up here, gorgeous."

eddie gestures with two fingers pointed at his face, but the smug grin on his face as he's pretending like he's not staring right back at you gives away that he's teasing you. and his hair is still dripping all over the floor, he's quite clearly cold, and so are you, so you have to put away your slack-jawed stares for now and focus on getting warm. eddie's idea of that is quite simple, too--your clothes are soaked, so the two of you should strip down first so you can dry off, right? plus, if you wanna stare so bad, he'll give you a chance...but the least you can do is make it a fair exchange, and let him sneak a peek at you, too.

[americanpsychoart]

I have advanced brainrot.. messy on purpose but i love you angelface fight club. FC fandom please draw him more

[n1nthrule]

He stares at me from across the living room. On the TV there's the news broadcast of the night before: a sickly grin carved out with green paint, eyes blazing apartment blocks.

Chinese demon. 

Dragon of avarice.

Before we got over the sides of the building, I saw him shaking. He’d never been so close to the edge. He looked so small, like roadkill. 

Tyler slapped him in the back of the head and told him, he’s not allowed to be a wimp. Fucking girl. All that training, going to nothing. And then he pushed him over the ledge. 

The rest of us just watched.

The first rule of Project Mayhem is you do not ask questions.

There’s green paint sticking in all our fingernails. Blondie over there, the guy who was touched by Tyler himself, is picking his down to stumps. 

Last week, when we all gathered under the one light and Tyler started with his usual speech, Blondie came out of the circle of guys all with shaved heads and asked, what’s next?

What’s the plan?

What are we looking towards?

Tyler tagged him for a fight immediately.

The second rule of Project Mayhem is you do not ask questions.

I watched him go down from just three hits, his weak little roadkill face left all smashed up with blood. The guys around him gestured weakly, too scared to call an ambulance, too angry to call the cops. Some guy in the corner said he knew first aid, and covered Blondie’s whole head with bandages. His weak little angel face, all bruised over, with just a few small slits for his eyes and mouth. If you get close, you can hear his breathing, laced with dyspnea. 

The woman in the news report gestures at the burning apartment blocks, and says the council has already started searching for the culprits.

When we go to sleep, in our military surplus bunk beds tucked into the Paper Street basement, Blondie comes over to mine as softly as he can. He asks me, what’s next?

What are we looking towards?

Has Tyler said?

His big roadkill angel eyes look up at me through their bandaged slits.

To calm him down, to make him smile, I tell him what Tyler told me the day I joined.

“Picture yourself planting radishes and seed potatoes on the fifteenth green of a forgotten golf course.

“You’ll hunt elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of the Rockefeller Centre, and dig clams next to the skeleton of the Space Needle leaning at a forty-five degree angle.

“We’ll paint the skyscrapers with huge totem faces and goblin tikis, and every evening what’s left of mankind will retreat to empty zoos and lock itself in cages as protection against bears and big cats and wolves that pace and watch us from outside the cage bars at night.”

“And Tyler?” He asks. His voice trembles with the weight of it. “Where’s he?”

I tell him Tyler’s gone. Lost in the fight for better things. He dies assassinating the President or blowing up the grave of the Queen of England and we give him a big Viking funeral. We send his coffin out to sea and leave it to the piranhas.

Blondie sighs into my lap. His face is concentrated on the bunk above as if he’s counting the planks slowly.

“That’s a good dream.” he tells me. So I say I'm gonna make it real. All of it. For him. He stalks off back to his bunk with a faint smile hanging on his bloody lips.

[frushantay69]

JF❤️

[h3llraz0rr]

SNEAK PEEK OF A LITTLE WIP i'm working on.. Full page of just Angelface cause they've been flooding my brain 😭😭

Murderface is not a very affectionate guy nor is he used to physical affection, and I'm sure he's trained his brain to believe he isn't deserving of that so he's automatically on defense when people try to touch him and pushes them away, but when Angela does for the first time? He just freezes up cause he literally has no idea what to do... Like, it's a nice feeling, but why? Plus, it'd be the first time a WOMAN would genuinely hug him too, so it's mind blowing... But, unlike for others, I bet he'd melt into the hug because bro is touch starved and she'd be in shock too cause she wouldn't expect him to even return the affection 😭

I could ramble on about these two for forever goddd I LOVE THEM