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                                I don’t feel sad

                                                    I don’t feel anything

tate langdon of ahs murder house           haunted by grey     est 2014 revamp 2020               promo x

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                                I don’t feel sad

                                                    I don’t feel anything

tate langdon of ahs murder house           haunted by grey     est 2014 revamp 2020               promo x

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                                I don’t feel sad

                                                    I don’t feel anything

tate langdon of ahs murder house           haunted by grey     est 2014 revamp 2020               promo x

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                                I don’t feel sad

                                                    I don’t feel anything

tate langdon of ahs murder house           haunted by grey     est 2014 revamp 2020               promo x

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                                I don’t feel sad

                                                    I don’t feel anything

tate langdon of ahs murder house           haunted by grey     est 2014 revamp 2020               promo x

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                                I don’t feel sad

                                                    I don’t feel anything

tate langdon of ahs murder house           haunted by grey     est 2014 revamp 2020               promo x

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( ive moved , ill only be following a select few people first bc idk anymore who cares to interact with me & might just be uncomfortable breaking mutuals )

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( ive moved , ill only be following a select few people first bc idk anymore who cares to interact with me & might just be uncomfortable breaking mutuals )

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@crimsxnidol​

“ Do you believe in ghosts ??” 

Tate lounged comfortably on the couch within Zack’s bands pad . He was completely upside down , his legs propped up on the back cushions , heels of his bare feet resting against the wall .

“ I do . My house is haunted , actually .”  He peered over , trying to read his expression .  “ Most people think I’m lying , but I’m not . I’m not talking about ... Little spirit balls , or whatever they show on shows like Ghost Hunters . I mean , I’ve seen full manifestations of dead people in the basement . Dating back all the way to the twenties , from when the house was first built .”

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@wantlonger​

Tate wondered how long he could put on this charade for --- One day , she will notice he was not aging . He could pull off the act maybe until he was suppose to be twenty ... Twenty two at the oldest , because he did have a bit of a baby face . Tate tried not to worry about what his course of action would be ; Tell the truth or perhaps disappear ?? He wasn’t sure there was a correct answer because of those of those might break her delicate heart .

He slipped into a chair at the dining room table promptly at 8am for breakfast time . Constance would never be able to pay him enough back when to get him up that early , but Dolores could actually cook well and he didn’t sleep anymore anyway . He feared that he might cease to exist .

“ What’re we having today ??”  Tate called out to her , leaning in his chair towards the doorway into the kitchen .  “ It smells good , whatever it is .”

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𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻.

repost,  don’t reblog

BASICS.

full name. Tate Broderick Langdon pronunciation. teyt / brAH-dr-ihk / LAEng-duhn nickname. n/a gender. cis male height. 5′9″ age. 17 zodiac. Aquarius spoken languages. English

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS.

hair color. Yellowy blond eye color. Black skin tone. Alabaster body type. Lithe accent. Southern California voice. My boy dominant hand. Right posture. So , so bad . scars. s/h scars on his arms & thighs . tattoos. n/a birthmarks. None most noticeable feature(s). Big , dark Bambi eyes . Really nice teeth / smile . That little vein that protrudes from under his left eye .

CHILDHOOD.

place of birth. Los Angeles , California hometown. Los Angeles , California birth weight. idk birth height. idk manner of birth. Vaginal first words. Mama siblings. Rose , Beauregard , Adelaide parents. Constance and Hugo parental involvement. Hugo was always distant, caught up in work or other women to be a father before he  ‘ disappeared .’  Constance was a bit of a helicopter parent , but in the worst kind of way ; She had impossible expectations for Tate and when he started to rebel against her , their relationship turned volatile .

ADULT LIFE.

occupation. None current residence. Verse dependent close friends. None relationship status. Verse dependent financial status. Lower - Middle . driver’s license. n/a criminal record. Verse Dependent vices. Cigarettes , cocaine , opioids

SEX & ROMANCE.

sexual orientation. Bisexual romantic orientation. Biromantic preferred emotional role. submissive  |  dominant  |  switch   preferred sexual role. submissive  |  dominant |  switch libido. Varies turn on’s. 🤔 turn off’s. 🤔 love language. Cuddle him relationship tendencies. Intense , rapidly paced , unstable

MISCELLANEOUS.

character’s theme song. Lithium by Nirvana hobbies to pass time. Reading , writing , skateboarding , playing guitar / piano mental illnesses. Borderline Personality Disorder & Psychosis physical illnesses. n/a left or right-brained. Right fears. Abandonment , Constance , most physical touch in general self-confidence level. Low vulnerabilities. Everything ig ... Well , except for his intelligence . Tate knows he’s smart .

tagged by: @gallagvr​ tagging: whomever , tag me tho , i wanna read !!

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( ye fresh round of new threads is what i need )

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@humilictedman​

“ Winter told me what you did .”  It was the only sentence that Tate could manager out before his emotions got the best of him . His eyes were glazed over with tears as he lurked in the doorway , right at the bottom of the steps , into Kai’s basement bedroom .  “ That you --- you killed Rudy .”  He had never been close to his eldest brother , given the age gap he had been moved out and on his own for the majority of Tate’s life ; But family was family , and if Kai was willing to do that , Tate was beginning to fear what he could do to him .  “ What is wrong with you ??”  He tried to sound so valiant but his voice wavered . The blond cleared his throat .  “ How could you do that --- Why would you do that ??”

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its my god given bisexual right to be dramatic

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( Im not . really sure why , but im not really wanting to write anything here recently --- i might just purge all my drafts & asks ?? I’ll probably keep things with @thishorror & @fvvckcff & @hargroeve and that’s about it . It’s nothing personal and if you really want to keep a thread hmu but i want like , i guess a fresh start to get my writing juices flowing again . i’m gonna post a starter call here soon .)

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ʙɪʟʟʏ·:

once they’re in the camaro, billy hangs his hand out of the driver’s side window. his fingers tap along the door, lightly scratching against the paint. going out for one drink was hardly his intent, but it wasn’t like getting blackout drunk on a weekday afternoon was on the agenda. and now that tate has piqued his interest, wasting his day in a bar is the last thing on his mind. 

“the fuck are you hiding?” he just about laughs. what the hell could be so outrageously shady that they had to drive to the back of some dank bar on the outskirts of town? billy gives tate a look, a sideeye, before he reverses out and drives them down and around to the parking at the rear end of the bar. he makes sure to park furthest away from those already occupying space and leaves the engine running. he turns his head, looking at tate expectantly. 

“ I just don’t want to get into any trouble , okay ??”  Tate had been slick thus far , even back in California , but just one nosy cop coming up to them at the wrong time could mean big , big trouble ; And he wasn’t even afraid of the law . He was afraid of how Constance might react after she got that phone call . Once parked , the blond unbuttoned the front of his sweater until it hung openly , loosely as it was quite a few sizes too big for his thin frame . Underneath were thrift shop looking overalls with a pocket against his belly .

His hand dipped inside said pocket and fetched out three of the five little baggies that he had stored down there , each filled about halfway with a white , powdery substance . He had never admitted to anyone before about his drug habit ; There were nervous glances traded between Billy and the baggies laid out on his palm .  “ I stopped --- I stopped by to get it before I came to your house , which is why I have so much . I usually don’t carry about this much .”