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#✕┊❛ THE TRASHIEST OF TRASH IS SPEAKING ❜ 〖 ooc 〗#architectisms

#psychotiictheory#(straight up)#(fuck you)#(with a cactus)#(this is)#(unacceptablE. )#( YOU CAN BET YOUR SWEET REAR END )#( THAT WHEN I GET )#( 10 FUCKING MINUTES )#(I AM RESPONDING )#( FUCK. YOU. )#( FUCK YOU TO HELL )

i live for moments like this c: architectisms

#✕┊❛ THE TRASHIEST OF TRASH IS SPEAKING ❜ 〖 ooc 〗#✕┊❛ THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES ❜ 〖 save 〗#architectisms

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MEME

Labored breathing was accompanied by bruising over his face, a particular BLACK PITCH to his right eye that was buried on the floor. One minute he was coming to the hotel to get some RELAXATION after a long day inside the squared circle. The next, he faced first on the floor with bits of crimson flowing freely from his mouth, the magnitude of PAIN multiplying tenfold from the usual.

Dean wasn’t sure how he ended up in this position, CONFUSION still cluttering his conscious and scrambling the already loose wiring in his essence. A chorus of screams were making his ear drums nearlyexplode, vision blurred from just having awakened from a temporarycoma. No figure around him seemed familiar, a crowd formed aroundhim in a circle. Half of him figured it was due to the fans checking upon him, finding out his exact hotel number to get an autograph fromhim, or somehow, post this on a social media website to gain a fewviews for their own sick pleasure.

‘SIR, ARE YOU ALRIGHT?’

He couldn’t even retort with his usual commentary. It HURT to talkquite honestly, but he wouldn’t admit that to a crowd of strangers. Hehad too much PRIDE to put himself in that sort of position. Dean feltthat way, up until eyes came in contact with BLONDE and BLACK. Italmost felt as though heaven was right around the corner.

HIS OWN PERSONAL UTOPIA.

“S-Seth...”

Words were full of ache and DESPERATE need of help, trying his hardest to sit up to meet the younger man’s darker gaze. Every bone in his body was hurt from the beat down received, the faintest string of memories immediately attacking his brain.

Now, he remembered... but the question was, how was SETH going to take it?

To tell SETH the truth behind the attack was the one thing that was hurting him the most. He knew this was going to go further south, but just HOW MUCH? He was aligned with them - wouldn’t this compromise what they had going on between them?

“T-They KNOW...”

It was still a struggle just to get up and grab a fistful of the Iowan’s shirt, hisusual azure hues with a certain malicious intent behind them. There wasmore VULNERABILITY behind them, however, the need for the younger’sattention eating him up alive. Seth always knew how to take care of thefallen LUNATIC, even at his worst...

Whether it was PHYSICALLY, MENTALLY, or EMOTIONALLY.

“It-It was...T-The Authority...”

By no means were either man OFFICIAL, their past gone but never forgotten.But still, it hurt to see that this attack was provoked by them sneaking aroundbackstage. Dean was well aware of the consequences at stake, but he didn’tknow they would reach such DRASTIC levels.

The Ohio native had already lost Seth once.

Losing him a SECOND time would only break what little sanity he had left his charcoaled soul.

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amnesia!dean is v v aroused.

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Just hours before, both men had shared bodily fluids with one another, a string of melodies reverberating through the walls of the hotel room. What was a simple visit to make sure the other was okay after having a heavy dizzy spell ended up being a trip down memory lane... not that Dean was complaining since he got the two tones all to himself tonight.

It was the aftermath that almost set his NERVES on fire.

It was around 4:23AM, the lunatic fringe STILL wide awake with the sheets draping over his naked waistline. He could barely even succumb to the exhaustion that pounded behind the back of his sockets, the nightly DEMONS wanting to come out and play.

The only thing that stopped him from losing his sanity in its entirety was the sleeping Iowan native right beside him.