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@nottheforgivingtype said: > i just punched shit > ✨ therapy ✨ ( from ez to seth ?? or whoever )

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[ sms;; ez ] great. bcuz ness doesn’t destroy enough, now i gotta clean up after your ass, too. [ sms;; ez ] you know what, just forget it. [ sms;; ez ] hope it helped, asshole.

#nottheforgivingtype #nottheforgivingtype: ez #rp #t: seth #v: tbd #( lmfao oh my god )#( queue. )

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❝ stay on the road! ❞ this is exactly why SETH usually drives. no, not usually. ALWAYS. except this one time when this asshole insisted. his knuckles press white against his skin as fingers curl into tight fists on the dashboard. another surreptitious glance over at the control panel, and he’s huffing and rolling his eyes again. ❝ i swear to god, if you fucking kill me, i’m going to come back just so i can kill you back. ❞

#( open to mutuals. )#rp #t: seth #( open verse. )#( queue. )

📲 seth

jude: hey sorry to text out of the blue but can you maybe return my tshirt? i didn't realise you'd left in it lol i feel like i'm missing a man in action cause it was my favorite

jude: oh shit

jude: sorry man i meant to send that to this girl sara

jude: fuckin chaos and strife in the hayward residence

#t: seth

“I forgive you.” @ seth !

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. the room holds two beds but they’re only occupying one. it’s been a long, but steady road, trickles and floods of success in the outside world and crawling progress towards redemption in their much smaller road. seth doesn’t remember when two became one, somewhere on an interstate with adrenaline flying through his veins and laughed praise because she’s so goddamn good at this. ( richie and vanessa share another room, usually adjacent, and maybe it’s the sound of them hollowing out one another, pretending to fill the aching void another left behind. everybody needs somebody. )

his trigger finger, rough with callouses and sandpapery from chronic dry skin, traces over the fine bones in her wrist. how quickly she could draw and fire now, like a work of art. she was made for this as surely as they were, even if she hadn’t realized it. or maybe they’ve corrupted her, tainted her. or maybe this gift is amaru’s. which still made it his f a u l t.

maybe it's the furrow of seth’s brow, but her words speak to his inner thoughts and he glances up with a half-coherent, ❝ hmm? ❞ kate’s eyes are soft and intense at once, who gave her such power?

seth feels a tug deep in his gut when the words register, and an echoing one lower, nonsensically, responding to this weird masochism, this ... penance he’s gotta pay to her. he waits for the weight to roll from his shoulders, for this to feel like some kinda fairy tale moment where the angels start singing from the heavens, but it doesn’t come. it’s not right, this is what he wants, but he’s always had to do things the hard way. he’s still striving for something nameless, but he’ll know it when he finds it.

❝ can’t fuckin’ see why. ❞

#biblicle #rp #t: seth #v: here’s to getting rich & fat | post s3 #( wow this is pure unabashed trash.#and i'm weak for it. )#( queue. )#( asks. )