#demcnized

[traumeriinmoved]

@demcnized liked this for a starter.

   ❝So this is the venue you were thinking of...❞ The smile on her face should be enough of an indicator that she approves of it already.

[noblehigh]

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he really doesn’t know why he’s still standing here, watching this guy pace. there’s something kind of amusing about it. it’s just that, y’know, usually he’s the one in the other’s position ; the only difference is that he’d probably be yelling and setting shit on fire. hell ( no pun intended ), maybe this guy does set shit on fire, he doesn’t know what he might be packin’.  “  okay, can--” more rambling, more rambling..  “  dude, can you just --”  all right, interrupted again. that’s fine. “  dude -- can you stand still for like five seconds and shut the hell up? what is your issue?”

[bifurcxted]

@demcnized

“is all of this stuff, like... haunted, or something?”

he feels almost bad for breaking the silence around him. don’t get him wrong     it was nice for the first couple of minutes he spent wandering around the shop, examining some of the items while he tried to make sense of why his autopiloted brain brought him here of all places. eventually, however, he grew fearful of what kind of thoughts would creep their way in to fill the void left behind by the lack of sound, so he turns to face the man behind the counter, curious.

“it’s kind of eerie in here. not in  a bad way, though. it’s cool.”

[prosbros]

@demcnized bc this is canon

“hey, ed warren, where’s the- hey, stop screaming. it’s just your friendly exorcised wendibro.” 

granted, the other deserved to be screaming considering josh just forced himself into the bathroom, hands clutching a shower curtain in both confusion, disappointment, and slight anger. there was one sacred vow of josh living with this man, and you know what that was? always a pizza. even if it was just a totinos pizza, there would always be pizza.

his thoughts, his meticulously crafted rant on how irresponsible it was for him—— both of them, but this wasn’t about josh right now—— to run out of pizza was thrown out the window when his eyes glanced down. he took a second, pursing his lips in a ‘not bad’ motion before looking back up. “cool package. anyways.”

“are we really out of pizza? how could we let this happen?”

[beatsiebcy]

@demcnized​

     “ ---- i forgo’ to pay the heatin’ bill. here though, i go’ you a sweater... “  it’s     an ugly one. got it in a charity shop for two dollars! it’s red and wollen and      itchy and has a very dodgy looking winnie the pooh on it. at least he tried.

[prodiigus-blog]

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              he knows his dad’s cronies are going to be                   pissed if they track him down to this shady                  bar, but he doesn’t care. he’s determined to                  burn as much of this money as possible, this                  whole recent escapade has been a pilgrimage                  based on pure spite. he’ll live it up while he can,                  before he’s collared & sent home.

                 so he glances aside, catching a glimpse of the                  few other late night patrons before raising a hand                  to buy a round of shots. 

[southsideleader]

@demcnized bc why not?

it was ungodly, what time it was. the angry eyes of the sunrise wouldn't be too long off now, and the harsh reality that waited for fp outside of the trailer would be relevant once again. but right now? in this very moment? he tried hard not to care, he tried hard to let himself be bare. it was just them —— or he assumed it was, considering xander typically told him if not —— and… well, it was xander. fp was a lot of things, but worthy of the other? was not one of them. and sometimes it hit him a bit too hard, too quickly on just how much xander dealt with him.

his fingers that typically drummed anxiously against his legs were now calm, tracing circles on the other's arm as he tried to think of the words to say. the walls that were up around xander were typically ones he couldn't break through, not even himself. maybe it was for the best, considering just how long they took to build. but he was always a man of specific self destructive qualities, and maybe breaking for the other was one of them…. which sounded incredibly enticing.

"are you still awake?" he murmured, his voice not getting much louder than a faint whisper, afraid of actually waking him up.

[redlungs]

                    ❝ Hey, sorry to bug you, I just – do you want this coffee? I didn’t spit in it or anything – they made it with almond milk for some ungodly reason & I’m allergic, so. It’s all yours if you want it. ❞

@demcnized // ♡’d