moorefire

[moorefire]

[moorefire]

Maia Mitchell (Photographs by Jordan Taylor Wright) 

[moorefire]

3 AM or 3 PM, I do not care. I will be there, when you need me.

lostmusing (via ditarph)

[moorefire]

don’t you give up na na na i won’t give up na na na let me love you

[moorefire]

[moorefire]

[moorefire]

diggadiggory:

                        you can break my soul,                         take my life away,                         beat me,                         hurt me,                         kill me.                                               but for the love of god                                                          don’t touch him.

[moorefire]

[moorefire]

i miss my brother like the sea would miss salt if that were taken away.

Emma Cameron, Cinnamon Rain  (via slytherinwritess)

[moorefire]

[moorefire]

me too ellie

[moorefire]

gtkm meme: favorite outfits (1/?) callie jacob, the fosters.

[moorefire]

cfmusings:

          ❝ i wish i could protect you from everything. ❞

[moorefire]

[moorefire]

spacemanshelby:

“Oh–oookay, not helping. Not.” Shelby dropped the bag immediately and it landed near the puddle of coffee it had fallen with. “I’ll… go grab a towel, excuse me.” With that he turned on his heel and made his way to the storage closet.

Aggressive was Sadie’s default, a program she didn’t even have to turn on anymore because it constantly ran in the background. But sometimes, it was unnecessary. Times like this, where people--human people?--were just trying to help. Bending down to pick up her bag, brushing it off with a sour look, she sighed. To apologize when he returned? Maybe. 

[moorefire]

unspokcniisms:

“A couple.” He just shrugged, a more relaxed sort of gesture than he tended to afford himself. But these days, when it’s just the two of them, no clock ticking to warn them of the inescapable disruption of this little bit of peace they would get, “There’s this one girl, we’ve got a lot of the same classes. Same major and all. Then…I think Simon does something with fashion? He’s nice enough. And, I mean, we’re not really friends. I’ve only talked to her once, so. But there’s this one girl here. Did you know there’s, like, supernaturals-only towns?”

A smile crept its way onto her features. At least Jude was happy--and as long as that was true, Sadie could relax. Sort of. Without the domineering and oppressive presence of their father, the Moore twins could exist in a more relaxed environment. Their own space, their own lives. A new problem had begun to creep in, of course, as they always do, but Sadie was content to shove that to the side for a while. “Simon’s the flirty one, right?” Her gaze dropped back to her book for a moment before she closed it, sitting up cross-legged and resting her elbows on her knees. “Yeah, I think it’s a European thing? I’ve read a couple of mentions of them.” 

[moorefire]

@unspokcniisms

“So have you made any friends yet?” The question is more mom than sister, slipping lightly off her tongue as she continues to flip through a textbook for her upcoming semester. The pages are thin and rustle with every movement, scratching against her ears. Finally, her hands settle, and her gaze drifts up to Jude. The look on her face is reserved almost exclusively for him, soft at the edges, missing the bite and rattle of her Tough Girl Exterior. This is just Sadie.