#hunglost

[provethysclf-a-blog]

@hunglost ❤️’d for a starter (claudette)

〝Do you think I’m a good leader, Claud? It’s just-- I mean, sometimes I feel like I make all the wrong choices.〞

[skiesking]

catalyst, seeing that nick n kim are safe: i'm so proud of them

[skiesking]

catalyst, finally getting out of the bunker, where he's been trapped with the ugliest seed brother: oh fucking FINALLY where is my boyfriend n his wife they better be safe

catalyst getting out of the bunker and nick immediately pulling him into a bear hug that lasts an hour or so cause catalyst is back!!! he’s so happy to see him!!!

[rendsin]

things you said that I wasn’t meant to hear. for catty... make it either gay or make it hurt

things you said. ( not accepting! ) @hunglost.20.things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear.

     catalyst is a multi-faceted thorn to the side, a thorn in a crown. a man, at best. at worst – well. john’s had his doubts before, and john’s had his belief, too. there’s something not-right, too-right about the teeth-bared, always-silent junior deputy. john knows he’s supposed to save him. ( joseph says only to understand them, little else. he says to love them. ) he knows there’s something beneath the exterior, behind lock and key. he’ll carve it out of him, a written confession borne from flesh and sinew. catalyst will walk the long road to eden’s gate. they both will. together. all he has to do is love them, all of them, love him – and what’s love without sacrifice? what is love when your sins lurk beneath the surface like so many snakes; like a serpent? their eden is no place for a second poisoned apple. 

     he’ll see.

     it is the second time that joseph has told him, slow and sincere, ‘ you have to love them. ’ care for them. the channel is as private as a public signal can manage. it’s rarely used, and, when it is, frequented mostly by the heralds. the feedback on the radio begins to multiply, static noise filling the silence between breath and sound. it clears, ‘ i’ve seen you young, i’ve seen you old, i’ve seen you – ’ an inhalation, cut short by joseph’s release of the trigger. it is his second warning. it is his last. the gates linger open for no sinner. ‘ don’t let your sin consume you. don’t let allow it to bury you. take them into your heart. love them. ’ 

     ‘ i do. ’ two quiet syllables say too much, and the radio creaks in john’s grip, his thumb digging into the cheap plastic. there’s a beat between the words. his heart beats hard and loud in the confines of his chest. joseph is the only person still alive who can make him feel this small. sometimes, when it’s late, he thinks he should mind -- but it isn’t his place.

     ‘ i will. ’

     he means: i’m trying.     he means: i can’t filter the line between obsession and tenderness.      he means: no one ever taught me how.

     ‘ sleep well, joseph. ’ he finally says, and joseph murmurs his returned sentiment.

[songvivor-blog]

a little kiss from florist's lips pressed into the round of cheek, flustered smiles and hummingbird heart. let them be lovely, let them be free.

      BESTILL HER BEATING HEART !  a hand placed over her chest delicately rests there, grin spreading ear to ear and head shaking playfully. the gesture caused the beating in her rib cage to skip a few notes, she was sure, but her exterior cool remained. calm & collected was kate denson, but often rather rambunctious & lively hand in hand. and speaking of hands, her own falls down to entwine fingers with claudette’s before she swings the pair of them.     “  y’know, 'dette, i thought i was dubbed the sunlight lady here, but it’s always you managin’ t’ brighten my day. how dy’a figure that one ?  “

[ablehearted-blog]

❝you are a fool.❞ he would write it as he drew closer, and though his words may come a touch harsh, his smile is kind. ❝but you are a fool with a good heart.❞

@hunglost

“Well, there could be worse types of fools, I guess.” he offers a kind smile in response, trailing his eyes from the paper up to meet Catalyst’s with great fondness. “I think I can live with that.”

[tohrua-a]

a kiss, pressed brief against brow. like a feather, during a time adachi otherwise pre-occupied with watching others. it's meant to pry, to distract, even. to interrupt thought.

✧ ❛   03:04 .  TUESDAY     /    @hunglost .

              MIGHT  AS  WELL HAVE  BEEN  AN  ARROW ,      slung quick and precise into the crack of a wall .   the early hours of the morning bring about a certain   HONESTY   that the sunrise chases away ,  or that the   moon   keeps tucked to the shadows .  illuminated under cheap lighting and   sanctioned   to a world arguably separate from reality ,  adachi’s off balance   ——   thrown  off balance ,  unsuspecting ,  by such a simple motion . 

cleryc is familiar company .  he’s as much a  GHOST   as adachi is in this damned city  ——  curling through fog and silhouettes ,  avoiding people with a slow step ,  but watching as they retreat to pick them apart .  back and forth ,  again ,  again .   unnoticed .   insignificant .   cleryc makes adachi feel  WELCOMED  for once . 

but he would trade that feeling off once he’s   knocked   from thought .  cleryc leans back as if nothing happened while adachi struggles for his ground .   he blinks .   frowns .   the  goal  of such a thing is met in an instant ;  adachi is distracted and knocked down from his pedestal ,   and right back to a tangible plane . 

❝  what was that for ? ❞   adachi sits taller and stiff at the shoulders in a feeble attempt to draw himself up .   give a second ,  allow it to pass ,   and he looks like he’s   POUTING  more than anything .   ❝  i was in the middle of something .❞