#blessedseed

[deputypeach]

me: my dash is always dead bc i follow like 8 people so i end up liking everything these people post 

@blessedseed : yeah i know i always see you in the notes. at least you know they know your url by heart 

me:

[plurcspopulus]

blessedseed replied to your post: [ i’m a tad inebriated, so i’m actually gonna head...

you know who’d die for jason motherfucking todd? me

[ yes hello. before i fall asleep you are my new best friend, okay? cause i love him, and like you would also die for him. ]

[deputypeach]

@blessedseed continued.

He can’t believe this. Honestly, if he’s going to be held captive and stripped of his most basic human rights and dignities, he expects his captor to show up for said torture in tip top shape, ready to go. It’s not like Jacob’s the one living in a dog crate (and if he is it’s 100% his own disturbing choice). Instead, Jacob looks like the personification of mushy produce and does not appear to be sticking to any particular routine, and Rook would try to reach through the bars and strangle him if he thought he could afford to expend the energy.

‘ Fuck you. ’ He grates out hotly, voice raw from a lack of fluids, repetitive singing, and other lazy yet grueling punishments doled out by soggy vegetable Jacob. Although he IS grateful Jacob didn't just snot in his face, which actually feels like a heavy ask given his circumstances, he is absolutely furious with the part of himself that wants to remedy this situation (JACOB'S SITUATION). Yes, helping people is kind of his whole job, but sympathizing with your captor is Stockholm Syndrome 101. Hell, Jacob is probably doing this intentionally, maybe this IS part of the conditioning. With Jacob's discarded knife within arm stretching distance, it seems more like a trap.

‘ What, doctors aren't allowed here? Take a fever reducer and go away. ’             Rook groans from his position starfished in the dirt.     ‘ You're not making me feel sorry for you. This ISN'T working.’

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[abdullabhaiabdulkader-ahmedabad]

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[moregomusic]

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[slightedson]

@blessedseed SC -- The Walking Dead 

“Hey, hey, you okay?” 

Leo kneels down at the man’s side, fingers falling instinctively to his neck in search of a pulse. Once he feels a beat, he pulls back and then pats the guy down in search of wounds or bite marks.

From what he can see, he’s clean.

“You with me? Open your eyes, man.”

[theredconqueror]

GOD SEES ALL? no, it was WAR who watched over the world. god had long ago abandoned his creations; both angels and humans alike (and that wasn’t even mentioning demons, those discarded perversions of lucifer’s). WAR is the fickle master who they should pray to, who might actually happen to intervene if he was feeling in the mood for it. or perhaps, that prayer is exactly what might get you killed. the sinners & the saints, randomly judged, half-haphazardly blessed and cursed. alright, that was a lie! he favours the sinners, but whoever said he was fair? he can’t help but take a peek at what was going down in HOPE COUNTY, MONTANA. what was more delicious than a cult? and more fun than maybe slipping a real vision or two? people went crazy for that. sometimes the truth was stranger than fiction and more effective.  he’s quite interested by the quartet. well, the three brothers and the spare. their disposable little angel. hey, every family had one (he knew which one was in his.)  here he is, in the darkness of the night. the finally silent room which had been previously drowning in screams, which had now died down. JOHN the inquisitor, taking his pound of flesh. “if they die, are they still SAVED?” a mocking voice came from the shadows in the corner of the room. “or as long as they confess first, then it’s all good? i’m not sure dear brother joseph will approve of your conversion rate.” tsk, tsk. he was clad not in cult attire, though he could pass from an average civilian; dark jeans and a white t-shirt. as common looking as one could be. 

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