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It always baffles me when people use Time Traveler’s Pig as an example of Mabel’s “selfishness” because to me the whole thing is about Dipper being selfish to the point that it becomes really creepy and uncomfortable.

He doesn’t want to keep repeating time because he feels guilty that he hurt Wendy. If he had, that would have been a much more understandable motivation. His problem isn’t that he hurt her; it’s that she agreed to date Robbie. And we all know that Robbie is kind of a jerk, but also at this point Wendy genuinely likes him. Dipper is trying to undo something that his friend is happy about because he thinks that if she doesn’t date someone else he might have a chance with her. That’s really creepy! I don’t think we acknowledge that enough!

And the ending sequence is absolutely about Dipper realizing how important Mabel’s happiness is to him, but it’s also about him realizing that he can’t predict what makes people happy! He thinks that Waddles is one of Mabel’s flash-in-the-pan interests, and he’s wrong! For all his math and planning and attempts to control things, he’s going to be wrong about people, and they won’t behave in ways that he wants or expects, and he needs to acknowledge that! He assumes that because Wendy agreeing to date Robbie made him upset, it’s an objectively bad thing that needs to be fixed, and it isn’t! Wendy can make her own choices, and there are things about Robbie that she likes even if Dipper can’t understand it. 

The episode takes Dipper’s tendency to deal with the uncertainty of life through obsessive planning and list-making and takes it to its logical extreme, showing that even if he gets a near-infinite number of tries to put his plan into action, he can’t create a perfect day if he doesn’t takes the wants and needs of other people into account.

alwayssaltontherim  asked:

I just go gaga at the height difference between Rick and Michonne. They have a good height and body ratio to each other. They fit so perfectly. I can just see him manhandling her in the bedroom with consent of course and it's just yum. Dom Rick is my kink. Lol

I live for their height difference. Which is why this picture has been my lock screen since February. 

Michonne is jussst the right amount shorter than Rick. (I remember Danai saying they were very interested in her height when she auditioned, and I have to wonder if the potential for this pairing had anything to do with it.) And yes, they are perfect for one another in every way, right down to their body types. Lean, athletic. You can tell Michonne was in the gym all the time, and Rick probably ran a lot, maybe for work, but since the apocalypse, he’s worked out other thangs. 👀 

And I really love how Rick asserts his dominance, but he still manages to be tender with it. The way he took control on that couch, but was still so very gentle, keeping all the romance of the moment in tact. And even in the van, that slow roll he does to get on top, he’s all considerately holding onto her back as he does it. 😄And it was preceded by belly kisses! Ugh, it’s so good. He’s so good. Like I t’s in the same vein that he walks around with a baby on his hip, and a machine gun strapped to his back, and I just really love me some Rick Grimes.

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Day Thirty: Do What You Want

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anyway last night as i was falling asleep i said to my friend, “i feel bad about what happened to his hands,” and she said, “whose hands?” and i said, “tony hawk,” and she said, “what happened to tony hawk’s hands?” and i said, “i don’t know but i feel bad”

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A/N: someone asked for another Sebastian x reader but I lost it in my inbox but this one is for you babeee!!! xxxxxx

Originally posted by captaincentenarian

You watched from backstage as Sebastian sat talking to the interviewer about various projects he had been working on. 

A grin stretched across your face as he mentioned you, talking about how much he adores you. “How long?” The interviewer asked, and you still hadn’t gotten use to the general public knowing about you. 

“Oh gosh, nearly 2 years this April.” He smiled, his eyes brightening with every word. “Well let me know if it doesn’t work out, kay?” the interviewer joked, sending Sebastian a wink. 

The audience laughed and you couldn’t help but feel a hole in the pit of your stomach as she said that. Of course, she was a comedian and you knew that it was irrational to think that it was anything more than a joke, but it still stung. 

“I don’t think she’s going anywhere.” Sebastian said, chuckling under his breath. You crossed your arms, Sebastian’s dressing room suddenly seeming a lot smaller than it was a few moments ago. 

The interview continued and you still thought about that one comment. One single comment, and you felt jealously course through your veins. 

It ended and you watched as the cameras switched to a wide angel and the interviewer pressed a small kiss to Sebastian’s cheek. 

“Jesus fucking christ.” You groaned, closing your eyes and sighing as the television went black. 

Of course the interviewer was gorgeous, her long black hair and ivory skin filling you to the brim with envy. You rubbed your temples and attempted to ignore the headache coming on. 

Sebastian was quick to rush into the room, high off of adrenaline and sweaty from the stage lights. 

“Hello baby.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, which you welcomed but felt a bit of nausea accompany it. “Hi.” you cooed back, swallowing your pride and deciding to ignore your jealousy. 

“What’d ya think?” He asked, sitting next to you. “Great, as usual babe.” You smiled, kissing his lips and standing up. “You gonna shower?” 

He nodded, following his usual routine and undressing before hopping into the shower. You heard him humming softly as you looked into the mirror, picking apart your image for what seemed like that thousandth time, wondering if you were good enough. 

You couldn’t understand why he was with you. He said he loved you, he stayed by you with everything and he was excited when he saw you. But, your brain wouldn’t let you believe it. 

You never spoke about your insecurities in front of him because once you thought about saying it outloud, it all just sounded a bit silly. 

Despite how silly it may seem, it still bothered you. A lot. 

“Hey darlin’,” Sebastian poked his head out of the curtain, “why don’t you join me today?” 

You met his eyes, swallowing back more nausea and lifting your shirt over your head. He smiled, watching you climb into the shower and holding your hand so you don’t fall. 

He moved you underneath the water, the warmth enveloping your body as he looked down at you with a grin. 

Your bottom lip trembled as you had a weak smile stretch across your face. 

Concern washed over Sebastian’s face, his hair dripping as you felt a quiet sob fall from your lips. 

Sometimes you just felt like you weren’t enough, and seeing Sebastian standing in front of you with so much admiration, you couldn’t help but feel like you didn’t deserve it. 

He wrapped his arms around your shoulder, skin to skin contact nearly calming you but you still felt anxiety bubble up. 

“What’s the matter?” He murmured, rubbing the lower half of your back soothingly. 

A tear slipped down your face and quickly mixed in with the water that fell from the shower head. “I’m just- you could do so much better.” you whispered, your head on his chest. 

“I did not just hear you say that.” Sebastian said, hugging you tightly between his arms. You loosely hung on him, your arms on his waist as you cried softly. 

“You listen to me,” Sebastian pulled away and met eyes with you, watching as your tears mixed with the water from the shower head, “you are the most gorgeous person I have ever met. Ever. I love you more than anything and you know that.” 

In his attempts to brighten your mood, you could only think about how easily he could act and say the words without actually meaning them. “B- but, you have girls lusting after you. You could have anyone you want in the world. Just- why me?” 

Voicing your frustrations has never been easy. 

“I only want you.” 

“Damn it, Sebastian! Why? That interviewer was practically panting through out the whole thing yet you come back to this mess?” you gestured to your face, which now had mascara stricken cheeks and bloodshot eyes. 

“You don’t seem to understand,” Sebastian whispered, wiping away your tears and holding your face between his hands, “I want you. Especially when you have runny make up or messy hair.” 

He took your silence as an opportunity to speak more, “You are the love of my life.” 

You scoffed, ending it in a laugh as you looked up at him, “Why?” 

“Why not?” he pressed a kiss to your cheek, “because your laugh makes me smile. Your hair smells amazing, and you look great in my t-shirts. Hell, even my mom loves you.” 

You smiled softly, “Is that it?” 

“I could keep going, or I could do this.” He was quick to pick you up and press your back against the wall of the shower. You giggled, allowing him to capture your lips with his and run your hands through his hair. 

His hands held your thighs and you felt the water run over both of your bodies. To say your insecurities had diminished completely would be an overstatement, but Sebastian certainly has a way with words that eased your anxiety slightly. It also helped that he had his hands on your body. 

A knock sounded on the door which tore you out of your bliss. 

“Sebastian, you’ve got to get to the Fallon studios soon!” Sebastian’s manager sounded, his voice gruff with annoyance. Sebastian poked his head out of the curtain and nodded, “Will be out in a second.” 

You poked your head out from beneath him, a sly smile on your face as you watched his manager’s face go red, “Maybe two seconds.” 

Without another glance, Sebastian pulled you back into the shower and pressed his lips hard against yours. 

You were feeling better, to say the least.