#kurthorton

[enchaentd]

permanent new bloggie starter call, always accepting!  ˎˊ˗             featuring;  @kurthorton ♡

        it happened so fast.   and it was horrible.   no amount of her could appreciate it,   or realize what was happening.   a strike of violence cut into the sudden air of climbing nervousness,   shattering the crumbling tower she had begun to tip off of.   boys.   but she wanted kurt.   she had wished for him,   and then there he was.   she wanted him no matter what.   she wanted him no matter what.   but she didn’t want him to hurt anyone.   kurt had hit him, fierce enough to send the other boy to the ground, and allie almost screamed. allie tugged at him,   ceaselessly,   even through the silence of shock that scattered across the group of them in waves.   it didn’t matter what had happened,   what he had seen.   she feared his anger,   his wrath,   this wasn’t like kurt at all.   “ no! no,   kurt, please,   stop, i don't want you to. i wanna' go home, please. ”   desperation seeps from her voice as she begs him with everything in her.   his name,   even more pleas,   tugging him away as she trembled.

[hegrudges]

❝         i   missed   you.         ❞         it   had   been   quite   a   few   weeks   since   it's   been   safe   for   wade   to   sneak   in   through   kurt's   window,   and   even   longer   since   he'd   had   time   to   do   so.      lips   press   against   @kurthorton's   forehead,   a   gentle   touch.      but   oh,   it   was   so   needed.         

[publicabsent]

she's only a sunnyvaler on technicality. she's never truly belonged to that group, always outcast by classmates & reviled by those a town over simply due to her address. that's why she works the nurse's station with mrs. lane -- she doesn't have to talked to anyone & they only have to tell her what happened to them. currently she's sat cross-legged on a counter in the first aid cabin, eyes downcast from looking directly at kurt. she laughs a little at the sunnyvaler comment, shaking her head. "th - that d-d-doesn-n' m-mak-ke a diff -- diff-feren-n-nce t-t' m-m-mos-st p-people." everyone else has some sort of buddy-system type thing -- seems there's always at least one other counselor they're good friends with. if she didn't have the aid training she did, it's doubtful she'd even be here. "s'u-usuall-ly a ... um. s-s-safe g-g-guess-s. th - that f-folks h-hat-te m-me."

@publicabsent: i thought you hated me, to be honest.

she's not the first to think that, certainly wont be the last. people who know him at camp just know him in a certain way, there's a certain power trip that comes with being out in the woods, in charge with no one telling him what to do. he goes a little overboard, and it's fair to say he's not the nicest about it all. he doesn't hate her, he barely knows her. not that that's ever really stopped anyone. he scoffs lightly, not intended to be harsh, more just surprised. "i don't hate you, nettie." a hint of fondness rarely heard in his voice, the luck of catching him in a moment where he isn't drowning in his stress. "you're a sunnyvaler." not that any of that shit matters to him, really. but it comes with a certain gravity, a kinship of sorts. or it's supposed to, at least. he's pretty sure even half of the sunnyvalers hate him. "i don't hate anyone." as if correcting himself. he doesn't care about the town battles, it feels like his parents speaking through him any time it's brought up. he knows what he's supposed to think and feel, but the truth is as long as they aren't sabotaging his camp kurt couldn't care less where everyone's from.

[endbeginning]

this blog needs a revamp or something i just dont have the energy to do it

[kurthorton-moving]

im gonna attempt to make a promo and depending on how much i like what i make the blog will be up soon

[contradictivs]

if camp n/ightwing events were a normal slasher movie that followed the ‘rules’ then there is actual super high chance that ryder & @kurthorton would have died because they’re horny

[camptw1nk]

@kurthorton

[violatile]

▷     𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘   𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊    :    in which liv finds out kurt’s parents are trash bc they WILL bond damn it ):<  @kurthorton​

sunnyvale  had  many  downfalls  but  god,  their  parties  weren’t  one  of  them.  when  you  had  a  bunch  of  bored  rich  kids,  they  were  sure  to  throw  ragers  big  enough  that  she  could  slip  in  unnoticed.  plus  they  had  the  hard  liquor,  none  of  that  cheap  gas  station  bullshit,  which  was  precisely  what  she  needed  after  yet  another  explosive  night  with  her  mother.  but  there  always  came  a  point  in  the  night  where  the  music  died  down,  the  drinks  stopped  pouring  and  she  was  left  alone,  nowhere  to  go.

as  she  makes  her  way  down  the  sunnyvale  streets,  tightening  a  gauze  around  her  knuckles  (  something  that  would  scar  and  remind  her  of  yet  another  reason  she  should  have  never  been  born  )  she  finds  herself  gazing  into  the  homes  she  passes.  all  the  houses  looked  the  same.  they  all  had  the  same  perfect  nuclear  families  that  probably  had  home  cooked  dinners  together  at  a  table  and  not  frozen  tv  dinners  isolated  in  their  rooms.  they  probably  told  each  other  ‘  i  love  you  ’  without  it  feeling  like  a  bargaining  chip.  probably  kissed  their  kids  goodnight  and  read  them  bedtime  stories.  while  on  the  outside  she  snorted,  on  the  inside,  she  ached.

the  streets  are  empty  except  for  their  perfect  lawns,  expensive  cars,  and  one  boy  sitting  on  the  curb  of  their  perfect  sidewalks.  even  with  his  head  cast  down,  she  recognizes  that  head  of  hair  anywhere.  swoopy.  “  yo,  kurt?  ”  head  tilts  to  try  to  get  a  look  at  him,  “  surprised  i  didn’t  see  you  at  that  rager.  what,  did  you  not  get  an  invite  or  something?  or  could  you  not  fit  it  in  between  gelling  your  hair  up  or  your  mandatory  fifty  thousand  pushups?  ”

[enchaentd]

@kurthorton-moving: me ticking off noticeably gentle when my top draft is allie watching him get into a fight and begging him to stop

are you allie's type? (probablyyyy!!!!), always accepting!  ˎˊ˗

I'D LIKE TO ARGUE FOR MYSTERIOUS because it's like. so many secrets at first

[unvoides]

       the witch was already too frustrated with this camp in general. go hang out with kids your age, her parents said. you can’t have your nose stuck in books all day, her parents said. even as she enjoyed being a counselor, what she didn’t enjoy were her coworkers. “ . . . is that weed i smell ? “ /   @kurthorton​.

[hegrudges]

alcohol   burns   his   throat   as   he   tosses   back   another   shot.      gaze   trained   on   the   boy   across   the   bar.      he   was   intrigued.      the   boy   seemed   out   of   place   in   a   shithole   like   this.      finally   ,   he   calls   out…   voice   carrying   'cross   the   bar   easily.      ❝         hey   ,   you   …   c'mere…         ❞   / @kurthorton requested a starter from wolverine !

[exmortiis]

kurt horton 〃 @kurthorton

Pale hues ever so focused on Kurt; on the bloody mess that he was. It wasn't the first time that something like that had happened, the other showing bloody and bruised at his doorsteps, Nick had long lost count of such thing, not that he ever found it a problem. Perhaps quite the opposite, after all despite the frequency of such occurrence, there was still a sick satisfaction boiling deep in his core, the knowledge that Kurt sought him out when most vulnerable feeding into his obsessive nature. There was that part of Nick always craving for more, wanting nothing other than having Kurt relying, depending on him and him alone; to only have eyes for him.

However mixed with his twisted emotions there was also a familiar anger, a crimson and destructive fire the witch had been a harbored for the other's parents since they were only kids; since the first time he found himself catching a glimpse of of abuse upon his skin. There were bitter words on the tip of his tongue, threatening to spill at any moment, however he hold them back, because this felt different. Kurt looking nothing short from a panicking wounded animal, blindly moving from the fear that what they were running from was going to catch them.

I think they are dead. The words echoing in the witch's mind, for the first time leaving him stunned. Suddenly a myriad of questions flooded into his head, and part of him wasn't sure he'd ever get the answer to most of them. " You did what ? " He couldn't be blamed if he sounded ever so slightly astounded, could he ? He moved then, ignoring the way blood stained his own fingers when he took Kurt's face in his hands, promptly stopping him from pacing.

A beat of silence, while Nick observed the other, staring into familiar eyes, and trying to figure out if he truly meant what was just said. " Kurt. " His name falling from Nick's mouth in a gentle way, such stark contrast with the situation in hands. " I need to get you cleaned up and then you can tell me what happened, alright ? " Of course in the possibility of murders, Nick's first concern was towards Kurt and getting the blood off of him. " C'mon. " Letting go of his face, fingers so easily wrapped around the other's wrist, tugging him along, up the stairs and towards his bedroom and the private bathroom within it. He'd take care of the rest later.

In the privacy of his own bathroom, the witch let go of him, but only after making him sit on the closed toilet. An eerie and heavy silence surrounding the two of them, truth to be told he always imagined himself being the one snapping and getting rid of Kurt's parents. And yet, he was proud of his boy, wasn't he ? He'd make sure to let him know, but only after knowing the truth. A wet towel gently rubbed against Kurt's sharp features, blood staining the white cloth. " What happened, love ? "

[edithmaslow]

        this is the worst. she hasn’t seen kurt since that night. that was almost six months ago. it’s winter now. she’d found somewhere to live, but as per the course for shadysiders, she fell behind on rent & now here she is. edith isn’t sure how she knows where kurt’s house is. she also isn’t sure why she’s here. it was more of a denial of allowing herself to knock on daniel’s door. she’s freezing -- was ohio always this cold? shit. she’s trying to hide red-rimmed eyes when the door opens. “ uh -- hey. i ... i dunno why m’here. i don’ know where t’go. ”

@kurthorton​.  /  x.

[kurthorton-moving]

nvm i got it camptw1nk is now kurthorton

[contradictivs]

❛ I am 80% rage and 20% velveeta cheese. ❜

"Got those mixed up, bud." Ryder did not even try to hide the laughter from his voice. The corner of his lips twisted into an amused grin before he tilted his head at his friend. Amusement seemed to be radiating from his very being at that point. "I don't even think that you're filled with any rage at all. You're mostly made up of cheese."