-baps you with newspaper-
">:< !" It’s not nice making your friends cry askwilliamcarter mun!
Sign: I didn’t hit you too hard did I? Sorry…
-squints at you-
A mime is a terrible thing to waste.
Look at it.
It’s so… mesmerizing. So mysterious.
So much nightmare!
I like to put it in my tea.
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The difference between Maxwell and William is a subject that’s been done to death already. But there will always be nuances within that can be expanded upon in ways that make the writer feel they’ve found something new. It’s all that can be done until a new piece of the already-completed puzzle is released to be picked and prodded and obsessed at all over again.
Nevertheless, I’m totally going to pretend I’ve found something new.
Well you have to admit…
Not a whole lot of sanity in that room, Maxy
This image fuels so much inspiration <3
Puppies starting a primitive fire-worshipping cult.
Get the red gems.
I’m not pansexual, I’m palsexual.
My life has been a lie up to this day. #PalsexualPride
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Maxwell you nerd.
Now I know how Charlie’s gonna want to end this M!A. But I can’t animate :P
I blame you
What are you anymore?
You lost yourself. Lost yourself, forced to change and become something that you had no choice in. Would They have let you die? No… They are watching us, watching you, observing you. You may think you are better than Them, but They still are your greater… They are everything… They are anything…
Am I coward for trying to hold on to what you were forced to abandoned? A coward for holding on despite no longer having any reason to?
How can I hide behind my demons? They are still me in the end… I could try to say that I am at no fault… but I am. I am at fault because I am too incapable of holding back what I can no longer ignore…
I don’t want to surrender myself. Maybe I am a coward… but I would prefer to be a coward than turn into something truly repulsive.
I am alive, so much more alive than any of these pitiful captives. Or you, Maxwell. You hide behind a demon created of your own inadequacy. I at least hide behind something that isn’t merely a mask and a poorly designed one at that.
They’re greater simply because They understand more. They’ve seen the past, present, future, and understood it all. I’ve merely seen it and I admit that I don’t fully understand.
I AM NOT REPULSIVE!!
How dare you…
Is this what true pain is like? The agony you feel that pierces through even the most hardened of souls? That strikes right to a heart that I have thought long since stopped caring?
I have lost her… I have lost her completely…
She is no longer who she was anymore… I have taken her and twisted her utterly and horrifically until all that remains is some mockery of who she was. Far from the one gentle and caring soul who I could depend upon, who would help me in my most toughest moments…
I have destroyed her. And I have no way to bring her back.
I could bear this suffering if only I was alone to suffer. At least then I could indulge in my pride and arrogance, knowing that the only one who is truly hurt by it is myself…
Yet now… my pride… my arrogance… incapability…
She is gone…
And there is nothing left for me…
And what did you expect?
I awoke from the hell that was nonexistence surrounded by hounds with nothing but Them and your precious demon for comfort. I clawed myself out of that place despite Them, despite you.
You weren’t there. No, you were hiding behind your pretty little demon because it’s easier than letting yourself change. It’s safer. It’s less scary.
I had no choice. I took the road unto darkness because you were too much of a coward to afford me anything else.
The first time we fell you couldn’t control it. But the second time you could and you know you could. There’s nothing left for you because you chose that.
You did this to me by making sure I had no other choice.
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