Tatemcallisterr-blog

knoxaf:

“A fan?” Oh boy, Knox did not have the heart to tell… the hell is his name again? Leaning over to check the paper work on the desk; Tate. How was he going to tell Tate there was only a crappy air system in the building and no fans… He’s got an idea. “Say no more, I got you,” Knox replies a bit too fast. Picking up a blank piece of paper from the printer at the desk and Knox gets to work. After folding the paper and taking a staple to the end of it; he made a fan.

Oh, this guy was gonna kill him. Knox knows it or he might get a chuckle; he’s taking the risk. “This should work for you,” he spoke while getting up from his seat. Walking towards the cell and presented his hard work; a paper fan. “There is plenty more where this came from.”

Tate’s eyes stayed closed while he heard the officer rustle around, not paying much attention as he assumed he was fetching a fan. His head was pounding, the whole act of getting arrested sobering him up way too much for his own liking. The feeling of the cold wall in that cell was becoming a little too familiar and he let out a rather loud sigh. At the officer’s words he opened his eyes again, squinting at him in the sudden bright light until he realized he had just made a makeshift paper fan. “This is what my taxes pay for. Perfect.” He mumbled, not making a move to retrieve the paper fan. Instead Tate reached down and peeled his shirt off, completely forgetting about the scarring he normally made sure to cover up carefully. He was too drunk and too hot to care at this point. Leaning back once again, his eyes closed. The bright lights in the cell were not helping his pounding head.

— What is your problem? — Who knows, I have so many.

Daniel C. L. (via alterated)

I drank because I wanted to drown my sorrows. But now the damned things have learned to swim.

Frida Kahlo (via doll)

I look young But inside I am old And filled with the deaths Of other people.

(via hailthequeens)

crushed velvet: have you ever used your charm to get something you want? (lmfao)

crushed velvet: have you ever used your charm to get something you want? 

“When I was younger I was a lot more charming. I’d  more so use it to get out of doing things I didn’t want to do. Like homework — mostly homework. I’d also occasionally use it to get girls to like me. It usually didn’t work as well as I hoped it would. Now though, I’m pretty sure that’s the last word anyone would use to describe me.”