Faye Webster - Blog Posts

hii ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) welcome to my blog!! my name is bloom, i’m eighteen and use she/her pronouns.

i’ve always been a writer! (if u search hard enough you’ll find the wattpad fanfics i wrote at the ripe age of 11..) now i write creatively and for this blog!! all of my current content is mha bc i love class a.

here’s a little bit about me!

my nationality is american and my ethnicity is haitian and french! i do speak haitian creole but no french yet..

i’m unlabeled at the moment, but to make it simple ill say i’m bisexual..

i have a pet cat named mika!

my future career is most likely going to be biology related (⸝⸝> ᴗ•⸝⸝)

i’m an advid music listener. faye webster is my top artist i love her sm.

the marias, clairo, the sundays, fiona apple, the cranberries, big thief, wave to earth, the cardigans, etc.

my favorite genres at the moment are indie pop and alternative rock.

i’m such a movie girl, going to the theater is literally one of my favorite things to do. lady bird is my favorite movie of all time!!

suncoast, enola holmes, missing, luca, fantastic mr fox, shazam, forgotten, it, kikis delivery service, etc…

my top movie genres are sci-fi, action, and adventure.

ask for my letterboxd if u wanna know more abt my movie interest!! and i’m always super open to suggestions (no romance tho.. i have my reasons)

i’m more of a viewer than a gamer myself butttt i love practically all story telling decision games; the walking dead, the quarry, until dawn, etc. life is strange (all of them but especially the second one) is my favorite. my favorite video game genre is horror! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

slushy noobz get a honorable mention cus i love their videos

when my brain isn’t being completely rotting on the internet, i actually do patriciate in some hobbies!

i like to spend a lot of time outside! walks, biking, swimming— i prefer lakes. i LOVE the summer.

i do my own braids and lashes!

i crochet and i’m learning how to knit

i’m part of a volunteer group in my town!

im also training program to and learning how to handle cameras, use editing softwares, and control livestreams!

+ and once i learn how to use graphs i’ll be an awesome video star editor guys trust!!

i have a side blog for mediation

as a writer it’s is my duty to also be a reader!

i do write poems sometimes but my skills are pretty rusty now

if we have anything in common let me know and we could talk about it n lock in! ok thanks for reading bye bye ^_-

So “Jonny” by Faye Webster is describing me a bit too much these days. The lyrics “my dog is my best friend” made me just pause the song and stare into oblivion for a sec. Like here is my dog, laying with me in my bed, while i’m blasting this song in my room. I guess my dog really is my best friend. Thanks Faye.

One of the best shows I've seen! Maye, the opener, was a little... interesting. The crowd loved her though. Everyone was pretty stiff but slowly got into the show as the set went on. Stubbs is an amazing venue and parking was easy. 10/10 Faye <3

fami eats kobeni's family borgir ^^

got funky w some colors :3

inspired by the song “i know you” by faye webster

i know you | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

masterlist (it’s short but it’s here <3)

‘you’re holding me and holding back’

her hands were holding your hips, carefully and gently. she was scared to use more force, afraid she’d hurt you. she’d pick you up as if you were made of glass, carefully adjusting herself so that you were on top of her. your lips never disconnected, needing each other in order to not grow insane. she was so close to you yet somehow distant, as if she was restricting herself from relaxing into you, in fear of the inevitable outcome.

“so, pretty.” she said in between kisses, not giving you the chance to reply, too distracted by your lips. but she noticed the way your cheeks warmed with her words, visibly flushed.

‘i don’t really care for that, just you.’

and she did care for you, immensely. more than you’d ever know. but you’d wonder if she cared enough. because enough to you, meant more than the other girls. and you couldn’t be sure, but it’s what you wanted desperately. and even if she didn’t give a shit about you, the strength to break up this thing you had going, was something you’d never possess.

“mm, billie.” your speech was muffled by her tongue, but it was music to her ears regardless. none of them sounded like you. her name couldn’t sound as good as it did from your lips. but she never found the courage to tell you.

‘there’s a pause between every minute’

“alright, angel?” she broke away for air, and to smile at you, checking to see wether you were still okay. a small ‘mhm’ came from your throat, and she tilted her head to brush her lips against yours. she was breathing against you, mixing her breaths with yours as she kept smiling. that smile of hers only made your longing for her lips to return, grow. her hands caressed your waist, choosing to kiss you instead of speak words she’d soon regret. and despite her, smiling like an idiot, you hadn’t noticed her affection for you, the deep sense of happiness that took over her features.

“call me your angel again.” a soft laugh escaped her as she soaked in the scent of your hair, falling around her face, trapping the both of you in your own world. you wanted to hear the term of endearment in her voice again, choosing for it to let you escape the complicated reality. but why was it so complicated?

‘feeling like i need something’

it was clear you wanted her, wanted more from her. and, to her at least, it was clear she wanted more with you in return. the raging complication was fear. the deep, shattering fear of commitment. an issue that ran deep and wouldn’t be soothed by soft kisses and strokes of her toned back.

“my angel. my gorgeous fucking angel.” and it was true. in your heart you were hers, and she wholeheartedly returned the feeling. to speak of it was pushing too far, almost crossing the limit. a limit of what she could mentally handle. because to love you would mean to give up her freedom to leave if it got too much for her. but in the depths of her conscious mind, was the knowledge that even now, she could never leave you.

‘it’s just you.’

that was all you needed. each other, like this. holding your bodies gently, in an embrace that could never be labelled. and the other girls, not that there were that many though, were there to ease her insecurity of not being enough for you. not being good enough.

it was all fucking bullshit. but it worked. and neither of you could be bothered to settle the longing for a title. it was love in an unconventional form. but it was love nonetheless.

‘i’m here regardless of the pain, don’t ever tell me to go away, from you’

women in music really be winning rn. sabrina carpenter, chappell roan, laufey, clairo, faye webster, beabadoobee, billie eilish, the list goes on!! you go women in music

A piece I did for my art class, inspired by Hurts Me Too by Faye Webster, and the Atlanta Millionares Club album in general ^_^

(Second picture is the unedited version, you probably have to click to see the better quality version because tumblr is weird)