-- { TAYLOR LAUTNER 🐺 }

twenty six year old american actor and material artist currently residing in london. [ this is a rp blog, i am not claiming to be nor am i in any way affiliated with taylor. ] I believe in the saying, 'If you aim at nothing, you're going to hit nothing.' So if you don't set goals, then you have nowhere to go.

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Taylor Lautner on working with Greg Davies for Cuckoo series 3

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Taylor Lautner vs Greg Davies

The Ultimate Ping Pong Challenge

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#walking sex

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The photos from Taylor Lautner’s Guinness World Record attempt at the most number of fan selfies in three minutes.

Taylor took 101 selfies but needed 105 to beat the record.

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2/18/16 - Taylor Lautner at LAX Airport.

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No Worries || Marko & Taylor

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          Marko normally wasn’t one to go out and about by himself in a big city like London, mainly because he was a bit of an introvert, but with the guys being busy back at the studio recording and finalizing their parts for the upcoming CD and Lily being out with Angie, he figured that he would try to find something to do. He wasn’t much of a sports fanatic, but he did watch some sports such as football and hockey on the television from time to time when he got the chance and especially if it was Finland that was playing and it just so happened that today of all days, Finland’s hockey team was playing an away game there in London and he wanted to catch it live. In a strange kind of way he knew that it would make him feel as though he were at home again with his team being right there in the rink in front of him.

          His attention was suddenly drawn away from the crowds who were chanting something that he couldn’t really understand from across the ice, by a tanned skinned younger man with an accent that told him that he wasn’t from England. “Umm…” Marko quickly glanced down at his watch and then back up to the younger man. “It looks like you arrived here just in time. They should be startin’ in five to ten minutes.” Marko adjusted the scarf that he had around his neck, loosening it a bit as it was starting to warm up inside of the building. “You’re from America, right?” he observed as his eyes went back to the ice for a moment, knowing that his accent had to be equally as noticeable to the other. It was a bad attempt at making a conversation on his behalf, but he wanted to try at least. He seemed like he was a nice guy, perhaps a little on the quite side himself and it would be cool to make more friends in London too.

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“Okay, good -- thank you.” Relieved to hear that he hadn’t missed anything, Taylor offered the man a smile, picking up on the sound of his voice as soon as he spoke with curiosity. It wasn’t an English accent, he wasn’t sure what it was, he couldn’t quite put his finger on it but he didn’t want to ask, he didn’t know the man, didn’t even know his name and he didn’t want to be rude. Settling into his seat, he glanced out to the rink to figure out what people were chanting before he spoke again, a question this time and he looked back at him with a small laugh. “I am. Is it that noticeable?” Of course it was noticeable, he couldn’t fake a very good English accent even if he tried. “I’m not cool enough to be from around here,” he joked. He’d spent quite a bit of time in the country, especially for work, and he loved it, but it didn’t feel like home either. He didn’t think that he could ever stay there permanently -- but things changed and he didn’t know how he would feel six months from now.

“You’re not from around here either, are you?” He asked, figuring it was fair enough then, it didn’t feel like he was crossing a line since Marko had already asked about his whereabouts. “Not that you aren’t cool enough to be-- I don’t mean that,” he added quickly, realizing how his words could have been taken. He moved his legs to let someone by, nodding in their direction as they passed and he couldn’t help but wonder if any pictures would end up making their way to the internet. They always seemed to, no matter where he was or how discreet he was being. Eventually, he stopped caring, or trying to avoid them. “I’m Taylor, by the way. I guess I should probably introduce myself.”

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I’m so bad at that game! I’m SWEATING right now.

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Clockwork || Solo

2:03 AM, 01/02/2017.

“Maybe we should leave.” Three shots ago, hushed words from a friend. Worry was laced into the sentence, her smile a failed attempt at innocence. “It’s getting late.”

“Just one more.” This was the fifth time he’d said that. “Just one more.”

11:22 PM, 01/08/2017.

“How much have you had to drink?”

“Not much.” The way his words slurred was answer enough, the look in his mother’s eyes told him that she didn’t believe him, but he insisted. He lied. “Really.”

3:57 AM, 01/25/2017.

The light of the streetlamps was the only thing that stopped him from stumbling over his own feet, his vision blurred and disoriented. All of his friends had left the bar hours ago. He was just going to stay for one more drink.

Inserting his key, opening the backdoor in a sloppy manner, he collapsed in the seat, barely pulling the door shut behind him. He couldn’t drive. He would just rest there until he sobered up.

9:19 AM, 01/25/1017.

He woke to the sun on his face, a horrible headache.

He’d fallen asleep in the bar’s parking lot three minutes before closing time.

12:30 PM, 2/02/2017.

“It was a celebration. The whole cast had some drinks.”

They sipped champagne; one glass.

11:45 PM, 2/06/2017.

“Can I crash at your place?” Drink. “I can’t drive.” Drink. “It’ll be too late.” Drink. “My mom’ll kill me.” Drink. Drink. Drink.

5:49 PM, 2/07/2017.

The disappointment in his father’s eyes was something he would never be able to forget.

8:11 PM, 2/08/2017.

“Again?” Narrowed eyes. His publicist was calling a cab. “Taylor...” Words, muffled words that he couldn’t understand, pupils drawn to the man across the street. “You’ve got to straighten up.” Cameras flashing. This would make the headlines. “It’s eight’o’clock and you’re wasted.” He knew that. She didn’t have to tell him. She didn’t have to make it sound like such a terrible thing. “This is a bad habit. This is bad reputation. You don’t want that.”

She had no idea what he wanted.

7:21 AM, 2/09/2017.

Another hangover.

Another shot of alcohol to fix it.

He had a problem.

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