Ivy “I can’t nail gun a guy to death but I can saw off a guy’s limbs and head” Mayfair Richards
@RayAblack: Tomorrow’s a big day. Press for @NarcosNetflix season 3. Big thank you to @HarryRosenInc for helping me get geared-up.
lena dunham in ahs is almost as embarassing as like, lena dunham in real life
Ivy acting all skittish around murder in a murderous clown cult and then all the sudden she’s Texas Chainsaw Massacre™
Someone in twitter said they rather hear Sarah screaming than Lena Dunham talking…
“Do women molest their daughters?”
bitch you molested your own sister stfu
Kinda pissed at AHS for making me tune into a filler episode that had L*na Dunham in it. She’s just…. not a good person. Not even Evan Peter’s amazing Warhol can make up for that trash pile dunham’s “acting”, or the irony that comes from her yelling about mothers not molesting their daughters.
Emily Kinney behind the scenes of her photoshoot with Tina Turnbow on October 13, 2017 in New York City
Me before watching Ep 7: wow this season of AHS is surprisingly good and scary, I’ve been waiting for something like this for so long I can’t wait to see the rest of the season
Also me, the second Lena Dunham shows up in Ep 7:
trump, clowns and lena d*nham, this really is an american horror story.
[rivers cuomo voice] You’re my best friend and I love you 🎶
🎶And I love you, yes I do 🎶
I have the urls trainedbydaryl and raisedbyhershel I’m trying to release if anyone wants some matching urls for you and bae
maraczeks: Is this Ryan Ross???
i just want yall to know that if His side actually existed i would be shoving all of their albums up my ass as we speak
favorite THROAM scenes in no particular order → wolves vs hearts (book ii, chapter 5)
Brendon’s back is pressed against my chest, and he’s breathing evenly in his sleep. We’re sharing a pillow, and my arm is resting under it while the other has curled around his chest. He’s warm and soft and alive, like he is the centre of it all, that’s what it feels like when I feel the thud of his heart against my fingertips. His arm rests over mine, and I’ve never felt as relaxed in my life. My nose brushes against his hair, and his hair smells like sex, and I don’t really know how we managed that last night. This is what it’d be like. […] We’ve never done this before. We’ve slept in beds, taken post-coital naps, shared a bed through the night a few times, but I’ve never woken up to find him asleep in my arms, to find myself holding him as close to me as I can. To wake up to a feeling of unity, of being a part of something bigger, something I can’t quite figure out but can still name. I’ve never done this before in my life. It’s him. Yeah, that sounds about right. That sounds like something he’d manage to do. He stirs, and I nuzzle the spot behind his ear that he loves getting kissed. He hums, sounding pleased, and he turns to lie on his back. He’s got a lazy smile on his lips, his eyes half parted. He looks sleepy and has bed hair, and I study every detail as my hand moves to trace the features of his face, my fingertips moving on his cheek. His lips part, and he’s about to say something, but I press my forefinger against his soft lips, silencing him. His eyes flutter open, revealing dark brown irises, and he looks at me questioningly. I let my finger slide to his jaw, and my hand settles on the side of his neck. “I love you.”