#deathprocess

[lovingvoices-blog1]

@deathprocess

“what are you doing tonight?” she puts up a finger to interrupt any sincere response. “i’ll tell you what you’re doing tonight. you are crashing a sorority party with me.”

[nbruges-blog]

         ‘ did you  ---  did you see that? not like i  ---  not that i care, or anything, but, like. did you? did you see that? ’

@deathprocess,  sc.

[nctfree]

@deathprocess | casper | sc.

          “ I can see there's something wrong with you --- but what do you expect me to do? ”

[scriose]

         ‘ baby? ’ he signs, a closed-mouth smile growing on his face. ‘ b-a-b-y baby?’

@deathprocess.

[lovingvoices-blog1]

@deathprocess

jake’s exhausted. tech week is dragging. he’s pulling together pieces of the set and the show at the last minute because no one bothered to do any fucking work before he showed up. he’s spread out across his couch, his arms crossed and covering his eyes. he’s so wound up and exhausted and he just wants to go fucking crazy on someone or something right now.

[lovingvoices-blog1]

@deathprocess

jared’s nervous, his chest is tight, his breath is shallow. he needs to do this. he needs to... expand his immediate circle. he needs to stop leaning on luke so hard. god, but his sister. she terrifies him. he sits down in front of her at the cafe and smiles. “hey, long time no see.”

[lovingvoices-blog1]

@deathprocess

jared is in his element. in a room too crowded to move through gracefully with music so loud he can feel it thrumming in every inch of his body, with just the right amount of beer and weed in his system, in a flannel with just a little bit of scruff. he’s moving through the crowd like the ocean, moving with the tides, the ebbs and the flow, at one with the people and the noise and the chaos. he finds himself behind a handsome guy, about his age, clearly a little bit twinky... intriguing. he moves in close, not grinding on him exactly but clearly in his space, his body nearly colliding with his at each movement he makes. he’s a smooth dancer, at one with the beat, and he places one hand on the other’s hip, just to see what he does. 

[lovingvoices-blog1]

@deathprocess

what a fucking dick move. fucking damien donnelly, notorious bisexual son of a bitch. god, of course the first man he’d ever given some semblance of a chance to romantically would go and dump him for problems he knew about up front, only to invite him to his shitty, unhappy sham of a wedding three months later.  he kicks a rock and sits down on the curb. he hopes he enjoys the goddamn shiner he gave him in lieu of a wedding present. he lights up a cigarette and sits with it between his teeth, flexing his sore knuckles and exhaling sharply before taking in a drag and removing it from between his lips, letting smoke pour out.