#tatelangdonahs

[evanpetersxx]

[zoe-bensonn]

{+tatelangdonahs} I smell sex and candy

Zoe ran her fingers nervously through her tangled, messy hair and adjusted her plaid shirt. She scuffled past the ticket gates in her black chucks . Zoe had been waiting years to go to this Nirvana concert, she had saved money for months, and bought herself a floor seat, Zoe wanted nothing more than to see Kurt's face, and to see him smash his guitar, and to smoke on stage. She felt her face grow warm from the thought of it.

She bought a beer at the concession stand using her fake, and made her way to her seat, grinning from how close she was to the stage. She sat down and fiddled with her black skirt and looked next to her. A blonde haired boy, also wearing flannel, sat smoking a cigarette. He was, he was beautiful. Zoe had to say something, she just had to so she turned to him and smiled.

"Hey, I left my pack on the train do you mind if I bum a cigarette?" She said smiling at him.

[pissyghost]

tatelangdonahs replied to your post “i want a forrest gump thread where violet is like jenny and some...”

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im watching forrest gump rn and i s2g it's giving me such intense feels and it would be an amaaaazing thread

[montgomery-nora]

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Nora was alone in the house again, it was late and she was talking through the hall 'Who, who are you?' she asked. 

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[violently-violet-blog-blog]

Violet was falling, and falling hard.  Okay, so her boyfriend was dead.  She could deal with it.  Her parents wanted to split. That’s cool as long as one of them keeps the damn house.  Despite her amazing ability to cope, Violet was still feeling the tension from the other occupants of the house.  Vivien was going to pop any day now, and Violet was sure she was going to have to fend off ghosts with both hands day and night for the rights to the babies.  Even throughout all of that, she’d stayed pretty steadfast.  So how did she find herself in her current state, finishing off a bottle of her dad’s cognac under the shade of the gazebo well past midnight? 

Tate.  Oh, how she loved that boy.  He was so beautifully broken. She had known about his violent past for a while now, and she knew he’d changed.  But before he did, he’d donned a latex suit and raped her mother in hopes of conceiving a child for Nora to care for.  So fucked up that the worst thing he’d ever done, in her opinion, was out of love for someone else.  The boy could even be compassionately psychopathic. 

                Violet had already decided that it wasn’t her place to forgive him, it was her mother’s.  And her mom understood.  Vivien in no way liked Tate or wanted to hang out with him, but she had seen firsthand how people can go from bad to back in no time, thanks to Ben.  She had given Violet her blessing.  So for the last three days, Violet had found herself sitting in the yard or in the basement, hoping that Tate would make himself known. 

                The liquor had been lending her its courage.  “Tate,” she whispered.  “Tate, I need to talk to you and I know you’re there.  I take it back; I don’t want you to go away.  Please come talk to me.”  She held her breath and drank the last sip, waiting for an answer that might not come.  

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[houseoftherisingsons]

+tatelangdonahs found the bitchy witch

        Madison had started working at the diner on the French Quarter. As much as she hated working she needed the money. "And what can I get you today?" The young blonde witch asked walking around the new comer. "I've never seen you here before." She told him. "You new in town?"