#tatefaulkner

[reelowell]

NEVER GONNA HAPPEN THEY’RE HAVING TOO MUCH FUN AKA I’M HAVING TOO MUCH FUN

JUST WAIT AND SEE. WAIT AND SEE. SOMEONE HAS TO STOP THIS MADNESS. 

WILL YOU REALLY TELL CALLUM THAT HIS DANCING ISN’T CUTE? IT WILL BREAK HIM PHOEBE

She can also laugh at him, let him draw his own conclusions, and let Fina do the talking? 

Something needs to be done XD.

Yes, thank you, you understand me. xD They can storm in together and laugh at 'em or something. See if that makes them stop.

[reelowell]

drawmullac tatefaulkner big-girl-fina

[madsienna-blog]

tatefaulkner replied to your post:[[MOR] ...

It’s actually really not that good, the video quality sucks and the movies aren’t good either. At least that’s my opinion

you've used it before, right? it does look good, but the more i look into different options and programms, the less happier i get tbh :( bc for me everything is in russian and i can't even change it without going all kinds of insane uGH

[heyits-molly]

Her dress is amazing!! Sometimes I wish I played girl characters so I had an excuse to pick out outfits like that lol

phoenixromanov replied to your post:To Molly Johnson,

molly is so cuuuuute

Thank you guys! I was worried that people would think it was weird

[madsienna-blog]

[reelowell]

Running up that Hill ↣ Riley & Tate

Slipping into the running shorts, Riley took a second to check whether she wasn't forgetting anything. Her room looked like a downright mess. It usually did, but at this point more so than ever. When she had told Tate she would love to go running with him, she hadn't thought about the fact that meant she would have to wear appropriate running gear - or at the very least sports clothes. She had desperately tried to search for her running shorts, and after realizing she didn't have anything to wear on top, she had thrown on a crop top instead; leaving her room in a far from tidy state. 'A mess in my head with a room to match', she thought to herself as she went on to search for a water bottle. She had to have one somewhere. 

"Ah, got it." She grabbed the bottle from her bookshelf, completely forgetting that she had put it there as a bookend, causing an avalanche of books as a result. "Fuck!," she said to herself, and then again when she caught a glance of her clock and came to the sudden realisation she was keeping Tate waiting. 

She quickly decided she would clean up the mess another time and scurried out of her room, nearly tripping over her own feet when she closed the door behind her. 

Finally, and at least a quarter late, did she reach him; looking almost out of breath with a slightly red face to match. "Here I thought you were going to keep me waiting," she attempted a joke, a smile curling up from the corner of her lips.