Taissa Farmiga at the Emmy Awards, 25th August 2014.
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Taissa Farmiga at the Emmy Awards, 25th August 2014.
now iām lost in this hole and iām sure i am stuck and i canāt run away ācause iām lazy as fuck. so i sit on the floor as i gather my thoughts and theyāre full of broken promises that only piss me off. well i lost control when i was only a boy, the world taught me angst when i deserved joy. now iām breaking down as i struggle to breathe, ācause i believe in a god who wonāt believe in me.
Island Of The Misfit Boy // Front Porch Step
MUSIC ASKS 1: A song you like with a color in the title 2: A song you like with a number in the title 3: A song that reminds you of summertime 4: A song that reminds you of someone you would rather forget about 5: A song that needs to be played LOUD 6: A song that makes you want to dance 7: A song to drive to 8: A song about drugs or alcohol 9: A song that makes you happy 10: A song that makes you sad 11: A song that you never get tired of 12: A song from your preteen years 13: One of your favorite 80ās songs 14: A song that you would love played at your wedding 15: A song that is a cover by another artist 16: One of your favorite classical songs 17: A song that would sing a duet with on karaoke 18: A song from the year that you were born 19: A song that makes you think about life 20: A song that has many meanings to you 21: A favorite song with a personās name in the title 22: A song that moves you forward 23: A song that you think everybody should listen to 24: A song by a band you wish were still together 25: A song by an artist no longer living 26: A song that makes you want to fall in love 27: A song that breaks your heart 28: A song by an artist with a voice that you love 29: A song that you remember from your childhood 30: A song that reminds you of yourself Seriously do this ⦠or I will just do it myselfā¦
(via hugmoi)
idk why but alex/blake (idk ship) and meeting on a train ride au
alex/blake is a lowkey ship of mine tbh.
in this alex is like 18 a high school student or so and blake is 21
Alex didn't know where he was going; he decided a few stops back he'd get off at whatever stop the stranger a row ahead of him was getting off on.Ā
He was riding the train to get away from everything at home. His sister was being a bitch, his mom was pestering him about school, and his room was so messy not even he wanted to be in it. He was planning on getting off three stops back to grab a bite at a deli, but changed his mind when he saw a curly-haired blond get on with a guitar case strapped to his back get on board, ducking back on as if he got off on the wrong stop.
He just worked up the nerve to tap him on the shoulder when he turned around on his own, resting his chin on the head of the seat.
"Hi," the blond said.
"Hi," Alex responded, a bit too eagerly and quickly.
"I would think you're some sort of creep, but you're definitely younger than me and you definitely can't take me in a fight, we both can tell. So, why are you following me? You definitely are, so don't deny it. What gives?" He asked, not sounding angry or accusing even; just curious.
"Um-"
"I'm Blake, by the way."
"Alex."
"Okay, Alex, what gives?"
"I, just," Alex shrugged. "You looked interesting to me. I'm not getting off anywhere particular, so I figured I might talk to you.."
"An attractive kind of interesting? Like you wanna hit on me?"
"Uh-"
"It's totally cool if thats the case."
"Well, yeah."
"Alright. I'm getting off next and going to a pub with some friends. Got a fake ID?"
"Yeah."
"Cool. You're coming with me."
SEND ME A SHIP AND A NUMBER AND I'LL WRITE A SHORT FIC
soulmates au
childhood best friends au
teacher/student au
teacher/single parent au
one night stand and falling pregnant au
meeting at a coffee shop au
fake relationship au
roommates au
meeting online au
high school popular kid/nerd au
partners in crime au
writer and editor au
co-stars au
lab partners au
meeting in the E.R/A&E au
brand new neighbours au
meeting at a party whilst drunk au
waking up with amnesia au
parents meeting when they take their kids to class au
dysfunctional relationship au
best friends sibling auĀ
two miserable people meeting at a wedding au
meeting on a train ride au
literally bumping into each other au
librarian/avid reader au
sitting on the same park bench au
meeting at a support group au
knocking on the wrong door au
going away to war au
tourist/knowledgeable local au
prostitute/client au
doctor/companion au
celebrity/fan au
meeting at a masquerade ball au
one of them trying to get the other one off of drugs au
living in a society where their love is taboo au
meeting in prison au
cop/person getting a speeding ticket au
long distance relationship au
exes meeting again after not speaking for years au
ghost/living person au
star-crossed lovers au
falling in love with their best friendās partner au
one of them being diagnosed with a terminal illness au
pretending to hate each other au
nanny/single parent au
meeting at a festival au
meeting again at a high school reunion au
boss/intern au
going through a divorce au
Taissa & Evan, behind the scenes
Text to Blake
Evie: So, uh, guess what.
Evie: I lost my virginity.
Evie: So now that I told you, we never have to speak of this again.
Blake: You did WHAT
Blake: Was it to that Jason kid?
Blake: I'm gonna punch him
Blake: WHY DID YOU TELL ME THIS
Blake: I mean, you can tell me anything
Blake: BUT JESUS YOURE LIKE MY LITTLE SISTER OR SOMETHING YOU SHOULDNT BE HAVING SEX
i hate rude ignorant bastards & i hate snobbery i hate anyone who if I was serving chips wouldnāt talk to me but i have a friend with whom i like to spend any time i can find with
i hate seagulls // kate nash
crying now through a rusted smile || lilake
Lilithās eyes continued to well with tears as she looked into her loverās eyes. āGoddammit,ā she muttered, ducking her head as she attempted to wipe the submerging tears away. Looking into Blakeās eyes, her lower lip trembling, Lilith opened her mouth, preparing herself to speak. āI just donāt fucking know why I feel this way,ā she said, her voice cracking. āI have you, I have my family, I have friends, Charlieās gone, but I still feel so hopeless. I-Iā¦ā her voice died in her throat. āI love you,ā she choked out. She didnāt know why it was so hard to say; sheād said the words to him a hundred times. Maybe the intense meaning of the words were finally starting to weigh on her, and she was becoming more and more aware of how special this person who she had given her heart to was.
"I think Iām just really depressed," she sighed, resting her head on her chest. "Iāve been so blind to whatās actually been going on around me. Iāve been stuck in the mindset that everything is still how it was 4 months ago, where me and everyone around me was in a terrible place, and now I canāt get away from it." She bit her lip, wincing at how Blake might take her words. "You canāt even fathom how happy I am that youāre doing so much better. And more than ever, I just want to share those happy feelings with you. If you could just bear with me, guide me, and teach me how to live again." She looked up into his eyes, gave a tired smile, and snuggled in closer to him.
He could feel his heart crumble in his heavy chest while she spoke, murmuring quiet I love you's between her sentences and kissing her knuckles, her voice strained as if spitting out the words made her throat sting and as if they were connected he felt the pain in his own windpipes. "Please don't say you're hopeless, please don't say that," Blake begged, praying to whoever was listening that she would realize what a special person she is. "You're the epitome of hope, Lil."
He held her close, kissing her temple and rubbing her back, feeling her back move with her breathing beneath his hands. "Lilith, I'll do everything I can, okay?" Blake's voice cracked a bit, and he cleared his throat, trying to sound steady and strong for her, but he was anything but those things when he saw her like this. "But.. I'm not a professional.. Should you see someone, maybe? The therapist on board is good..." But however helpful, he knew how he resented therapy when he had to go. He kissed her other temple before saying, "Scratch that, okay? You can go to therapy, you should, we can ever go together, but I'm gonna teach you to live however I can; we're gonna spend days replaying your favorite video games, and we'll watch your favorite movies, and pig out. Someday we'll even work out, and maybe even we'll eat organic. And we can do dumb shit, like pull pranks on people and do reckless shit that we know will end badly and maybe get arrested and we can use Odette's breast milk pumps and milk me, because why the fuck not? Or, or, we can do really great shit, like volunteer at orphanages in third world countries we've never heard of. And we'll take baths together, like romantic nice baths with candles, or maybe have dirty, clumsy shower sex. And I'll kiss you everyday, more than usual. And, fuck, Lilith, we're travelling the goddamn world!"Ā
He had gotten carried away, thinking about how he and Lilith could live, how he could get Lilith to live, all the possibilities and lives they could live in their natural lives. "Just... Think. We have so much life left, please.. Don't say your hopeless," He whispered, taking a heavy breath.
and every night i think i certainly wonāt ever sleep sober or alone and then suddenly it occurs to me iāve slept alone before you and so i pour myself the stiffest drink that my stomach can stand and convince myself to lay back down again
The Calendar Hung Itself - Bright Eyes
I love you far too much.
A terrible mistake was made
The weight would break the backs
Of ten strong horses tried to save
The castle in the fray
If you knew that i could take the pain
Inflicted at the battle
With faithful arrows you
Might get back in the saddle
But itās a special death you saved
For me, the brown-eyed daughter
Once you made it hotter
The thankless, holy praise
Is left alone. Why bother
To cast a stone in water?
My friends make jokes like that a lot, I have a really good sense of humor. They call me Wheels, I embrace it.
Well, I'm glad you have a good attitude about it, Wheels. Otherwise I'd be kicking myself for days over that. Sorry again, though.
When'd you come aboard?
would you ever want to marry Lilith?
If I were to ever make anyone my wife, it would sure as hell be Lilith. I can't imagine it being anyone else; but I don't think either of us necessarily wanna get married, at least not now.
Special, I wish you were special. But I canāt think of you that way. Want me; I need you to want me. I hate myself, and thatās okay. Because I never have enough. I donāt love you, I just need to be loved. Want me; I need you to want me. I hate myself, but thatās okay. Because I never have enough. I donāt love you, I just need to be loved. Iām a liar, Iām a fake. Open up your chest, Let me throw your heart away.