#fahmine

[wrathiest-blog]

catalyst’s instagram adventures in hope county:  3/???  feat.  @skiesking​

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[skiesking]

fahmine replied to your post: yall: demon john my dumbass instantly: …….vs angel...

YOU’RE RIGHT AND YOU SHOULD SAY IT

listen u can’t these two Pilots in a heavily religious game and not immediately go ‘ok angel and demon’

[peacecounty]

❛ i don’t ‘ dress to impress. ’ i dress to depress. i wanna look so good that people hate themselves. ❜

let’s get memey / accepting / @fahmine. 

‘ well, good thing i’m blind. i’ll be your only happy friend. ‘ his tone couldn’t possibly get more dry. 

[iscariotsdeputy]

@fahmine

John: THEY BLEW UP MY LA CROIX!!!!! Staci:

[skiesking]

fahmine replied to your post: steals his hat and fucking zooms away.

concept: nick does make good on that promise and gives john his own rye & sons hat, and despite everything that comes to pass, it’s still sitting in one of his rooms in the ranch. :^)

:’’’’’’’’’’’’’’) blocked?

[skiesking]

GIVE ME YOUR SPOONS

Well, whatever you say, John. You’re getting each and every Rye family spoon – thrown in your face as Nick chases you off his property with the almighty force of his fine silverware.

“Leave! Me! One! Type! Of! Cutlery! You! Stupid! Hipster! Fuck!”

[wrathiest-blog]

from x.  @fahmine​

                                                   ——let    this    man    think    he    has    won,    let          this man believe he has brought others to atone,  others to break the cycle    &&    stray from biting another.   but find that there is nothing at all,  nothing at all,  to show such a difference.    john smiles,   smiles,   smiles,    but all catalyst sees is the crinkle next to his eyes    &&    the ever beating red heart.

                                   do    you    hope    for    (  god’s  )    forgiveness,    john?    do    you    hope    for    (  god’s  )    forgiveness,    john?                                    do                                        you                                            hope

                                                     ❝     from    god.      ❞                he repeats,  arm straightening back to point every finger above.                ❝    or    is     it    that    you    think    you’re    exempt?    the    only    one    who    already    has    it?    ❞

                                   such a beautiful stretch of land,  greenery    &&    the welcome of trees.    if he were so bold,    if they were different people,    if time had been kinder,    if lives had,    perhaps they could have been almost friends.    or maybe they were always destined to be here.                                    maybe one of them was always destined to die.  catalyst frowns,  despite it.  he’s not the saviour these people are looking for,  but he is what they have.  he is what they’ve got.                                                     ❝    so    wrapped    up    in    the    promise    of    eden,    &&    yet    you    don’t    even    think.    not    clearly.    ❞