#justabsolution

[terrcrized-a]

@justabsolution​ sent: ❛ you know my door is always open to you. ❜ this one is from tim bc ... dad vibes

from xx

            he hated that. hated being pitied, hated that look that tim had on his face. he fucking hates being pitied, hated being handled with kid gloves. it’s been a few months now, they’ve declared them dead for all intents and purposes. the searches are far and few inbetween, the most recent one being the first ‘recovery’ search, instead of a search for a live person. he’s upset. he’s pissed. they just didn’t look hard enough. still weren’t. they didn’t care. never would.

      maybe tim cared. maybe he’s the only one.

            “ stop, okay? i’m fine. ” he’s not. he would never be fine again. nothing about this was fine. jesus christ. “ don’t say shit you don’t mean, alright? i’m an adult. i’m grown. just-- worry about them. they’re the ones in trouble. ” because deep down, he’s still hoping. praying they’re okay. they have to be okay. even if all odds are against them. and he knows in his head that they’re... gone. 

[makeyourpeacex]

@justabsolution​ liked for a starter

“Why are you in my town?” Wynonna asked, flask in hand as she eyed the newcomer. She couldn’t help but be suspicious, Purgatory was really only a tourist spot for people who were obsessed with Wyatt and they didn’t seem like one of them.

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everyone knows there’s more blood than water in the soil of the lot of the roadhouse.   gunshots ring out in the dead of night and all the wise folks know to lay their weary heads back on their pillows.   they know to pray for sleep.   it’s real late when the backroom finally clears out— james is still there, of course, standing, pistol strapped to his side, indifferent look cast across his face.   he’s always there.   he’s there as the clock hits eleven.   he’s there as the clock hits midnight.   and he’s there as the door is thrown open, drawing his pistol and resting his finger over the trigger, stepping out in front of ashley before the kingpin can focus on the stranger’s face.

it ain’t a stranger at all.   it’s tim.   and if ashley knew him at all from the childhood they spent together — he might just say tim was angry.   (    ashley’s hand covers james’ as he lowers the pistol himself, quickly, wordlessly, trading a glance with james that told him to shut the door on his way out.   which leaves him unarmed and vulnerable when the door clicks shut.   some part of ashley insisted that tim wasn’t approaching him with intent to kill.   some part of ashley insisted that he was, and his gut twisted with the thought.   )

and then tim’s knuckles dig into his cheek, fist strikes jaw, and the aftertaste of whiskey is replaced by copper pooling on his tongue, white-hot.   he staggers.   hand comes up to shield his cheek.   once-worried eyes widen and glower, his scowl distorting the scar their father gave him.

‘ tim. ’   it’s low and mean.   a warning shot.   (   it’s more than what his fixer gave the den before he shot two men dead.   )   ‘ what the fuck. ’ 

@justabsolution​ — tim gutterson.

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            inside it’s all screams, begging to be free. to get out of there. crying, pleading to fight his way out. but he wont, he can’t. because he knows where he’s at. knows he’d be dead in a heartbeat. knows these people probably want him dead for what he did. and he just wants to go home. wants to go home, sleep it off. wants his mother. wants her to look at him like he isn’t a monster. maybe even hold him. god, what he would give to be held right now.

      but he stays there instead. stays quiet, takes in a few breaths. trying to calm down. tim was his friend. he knew tim, tim knew him. it’d be okay. he liked tim! he’d been there for him. maybe he could help him, help him feel better. help him get out of here. he held his arms out, shaking badly. they could start there. “i-- i wanna go home.”

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[familiaanteomnia]

happy birthday chance!!!

thanks dude <3

[terrcrized-a]

But my letter to you will stay by your side            Through the years 'til the loneliness is gone

@justabsolution

[glcryled]

closed starter for @justabsolution​ ( logan )

tessa knew the parameters of the mission and she knew what she needed to know about the target they were on their way to reacquire; the only person that she’d ever heard of to escape and remain free from that familiar captivity. she makes a split second decision in the helicopter on the way there, a hard yank on the controls leads to a fiery crash that leaves her fellow agents dead or dying. she’s injured as well, of course, but the tech in her body holds her together enough to drag herself out of the wreckage and start walking the remaining few miles to their destination.

she stays as hidden as she can, self aware enough to realize that the frayed wires and visible metal plates across her damaged body are far from subtle and the last thing she wants to do is involve a civilian. it’s slow going with one leg twisted out of place and her healing factor gradual enough that it’ll be a day or two before she’s back to normal, but it’s all she can do to hope that she’ll make it there before the crash sends him running. if he’s as smart as she thinks, tessa doesn’t have long.

the sound of footsteps catches her attention finally and she does her best to hurry to catch them, hoping she hasn’t mistaken someone else for him. “wait!” her voice is sharp and raw and tired and she pushes herself faster, a breath of some relief escaping her when she finally spots him. “please, wait! i need your help!”

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@justabsolution​ sent: ❛ you have something beautiful inside of you. it’s hard for some people to tell, but it’s there. ❜ from gene mwah

from xx !! 

            “ i don’t know what you’re talking about. ” it’s cold, he’s cold. there is nothing about him that is emitting any kind of warmth, anything of substance. he’s lonely. god, is he lonely. he hasn’t talked to his friends since that night. sam has tried, but he can’t. he can’t do it. he’s just so angry with all of them. he wasn’t as mad at chris at first-- but even he’s abandoned him to be up ashley’s ass all the time. as if she needed more care than he did-- she didn’t even lose anything that night. whatever. it’s fine. gene is his friend. it’s why he was there, right? like. all the time. and saying this nice thing about him. even if he couldn’t fully appreciate it.

      “ what i have inside me is anger. i want revenge, gene. i want them to hurt like i do. i want them to feel what they had to feel that night. they don’t-- they don’t even think they did anything wrong! ” what’s so beautiful about that? nothing. nothing is. he’s a horrible person. he wants to do horrible things. sometimes in the night he hears them tell him to do it, to do the most. telling him to scare gene away. which is what he’s trying to do, only friend be damned. 

            he sits on the foot of his bed, hand clenched in the bedsheets. “ i honestly don’t even know why you keep insisting on coming over anymore. ”