crash and b u r n

jamming jesus down my throat-- no, i don't want to be saved. ain't a chain on my brain-- i'm nobody's slave. i got one foot in the cradle-- and one in the grave.

[jakegallaghers-blog]

It’s been fun, you guys.

[jakegallaghers-blog]

headcanon #003

If Jacob sees a dog, he will pet it. None are safe.

[sleepspindles]

[nopemaddie-blog]

“this is really ignorant of me as i’ve been living in paris for a year now but i still don’t know that much french. do you think you could teach me some?”

[jakegallaghers-blog]

“There are only two things you need to know: ‘va te faire foutre’ and ‘pas plus de fromage’. Trust me, they’re indispensable.”

[niebywale]

[fcknjamie]

chase had worked at the bakery for the past week and then when he got off from that he went to the comic book shop and locked up since not many people worked there and his boss trusted him enough with the keys. he rolled his eyes at his roommate but grabbed a piece of the bread and then the olive oil chase insisted on buying to get the whole experience of bread and olive oil just for the sake of it. he dipped it and then took a bite from it before grabbing a brownie that was wrapped up that he was going to eat for himself but he gave it to jake instead. “there you go ya filthy animal,” he made a face to his friend before snorting, “i think that was a christmas movie reference,”

[jakegallaghers-blog]

“It’s Home Alone, you heathen,” he said mock accusingly. He knew Chase was probably saving the brownie for himself so he broke it in half, putting one piece on a plate and taking a bite out of the other. “You’re too nice for your own good.” He reached over the counter to ruffle Chase’s hair, swinging his legs back and forth like a bored child. A part of him never did leave childhood behind, but being an adult was boring anyway. “Speaking of which,” he began, carrying on his own train of thought. “How’s the nine to five gig treating ya? Honestly, I don’t know how you put up with all that shit and school too. Give me nouveau riche stoners any day of the week.”

[jakegallaghers-blog]

after hours | holiday & jake

[shtclem-blog]

Sure, she could’ve texted anyone and it could’ve turned out to be a total psycho who’d only want to kill her or worse- it could end up being a virgin and a sweetheart. For the way the text conversation had gone, Holiday was confident it was someone who could take what it meant to come over to her place.

When the doorbell rang, the brunette left her bed so she could open the door up. Doing it quickly, filled with curiosity- her eyes simply checked out her newest companion, a tiny smirk beginning to form on her lips as she liked what she saw. “It’s actually really hot in here.” Holiday told the boy, motioning down to her bare legs before pulling him in by the collar of his shirt and closing the door behind them.

[jakegallaghers-blog]

Jacob prayed to every god he didn’t believe in that this wasn’t some kind of drug-induced hallucination. “You weren’t lying about the shirt,” he smirked, looking her up and down. He didn’t know of any axe murderers who were that hot, but honestly? He wouldn’t even care.

Holding her gaze, he reached down and pulled a pastry from the bag, taking an exaggerated bite. The game was half the fun. With a wink, he moved out of her grip and made himself at home, gesturing towards the rest of the food he’d brought. “Real nice place you got here.”

[vxlentinas-deactivated20160602]

“politicians are pretty full of it, but it’s better to listen and prepare yourself, you know? always prepare for the lie. it was more than that. they completely ruined everything, and i’m known for fixing disasters. it’s how i was discovered, so yeah, they flew me down for that!”

[jakegallaghers-blog]

“One shirt damaged and the whole show is ruined? Get another goddamn shirt. Val, you know I love you, but it’s all a load of pointless, capitalist crap.”

[jakegallaghers-blog]

half an hour turned into a million years i am trash i’m sorry

doing replies right now definitely 100%

[jakegallaghers-blog]

sorry for being mia but replies in half an hour ♥

(i actually slept for almost nineteen hours yesterday lmao not kidding)

[0rient-express]

It’s kinda attractive when someone can reply to your sarcasm with sarcasm instead of just getting offended

[vxlentinas-deactivated20160602]

“does it not interest you? oh, the fashion emergency was some new intern fucking up everything! i had to fly down before a show and fix it all and bring in some designs of my own since i owe the show runner a favor! imagine a 300 dollar pink shirt with blank ink stains all over it.”

[jakegallaghers-blog]

“Politicians blowing hot air? Nah, I’ll pass,” he said with a sneer. “They made you fly all the way to America for some ink stains? It’s a fucking shirt! Jesus, the fashion industry is weird.”

[jakegallaghers-blog]

after hours | holiday & jake

If Jake lived for anything, it was spontaneous moments like this one. He could be walking into the den of an axe murderer and, as insane as it was, that was exactly the kind of adrenaline kick he thrived on. Of course, the chances of a wrong number turning out to be the Zodiac killer were very slim.

The drive was short and sweet. The stranger didn’t live too far away and having on-hand snacks was a nice touch. Hoping he’d got the right apartment block, he pulled over and tried the buzzer. “Hey. Can you let me in? It’s kinda cold out here.”

@holidayftw

[samstoich-deactivated20151111]

[jakegallaghers-blog]

headcanon #002

Jake owns a t-shirt with his own face on it.

[fictionsymphony]

Visit Original Link

[jakegallaghers-blog]

I feel happy, I feel sad I feel like running through the walls I’m overjoyed, I’m undecided I don't know who I am

[kitbrngtns-deactivated20180725]

Finnick maintains an easy smile, the stem of the yellow bloom still gently grasped between his long fingers. “None taken. I’m not making a pass at your, just trying to be nice. If you don’t take the flower it’ll go in the trash, anyway.” He runs his free hand through his shaggy hair and finishes with a smile, “So I’m just trying not to let a living thing go to waste. You sure you don’t want it?”

[jakegallaghers-blog]

“Alright then,” Jacob agreed, accepting the flower. The sweetness of the gesture wasn’t lost on him and the man seemed genuine enough. He took a moment to examine the flower in all its wilting glory and then tucked it safely behind his ear. “Next time make it a purple one. I’ve been told it brings out my eyes.”