bored at airport

We were all chanting “kiwi kiwi kiwi” and he was like “I have one more song” and everyone booed LMAO and he couldn’t stop laughing and he was looking at Mitch like “uh??” And I’m pretty sure Mitch was like ‘fuck it’ and he changed guitars and Harry was like “maybe two more songs” and so everyone was like Oh maybe he IS DOING KIWI but a few minutes went by and he was like “….ok we have one more song” so I was thinking like “oh okay so it’s SOTT then lol” and fucking kiwi started again LEMME TELL YOU he faked us out and fucked us up 🗣😱🥝



You were red and you liked me ‘cause I was blue.
You touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky.


Artists are never bored at the airport…some 1 minute doodles! 👋 🇨🇦
#ottawa #canada #sketchbook #sketch #art #artist #artistsoninstagram #bored #airport #fly #california #disneyanimation #disney #caricature #pen #ink #drawing #video #movie #bye (at Ottawa International Airport FTT & FTL)

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Teamiplier based on shit I've heard at airports

Ethan: My bag isn’t necessarily huge, I just feed it well.

Mark: Okay, ladies, let’s go get us some Chick-Fil-A… No Natalie, not Steak Filet, stupid bitch.

Kathryn: I’m not necessarily an impatient person but holy shit if there is a baby on this airplane I will break the emergency exit at 12,000 feet.

Amy: Can we delay the plane for a little bit? My phone’s not at 100%

Tyler: “I feel like I forgot something…” “We’re about to start boarding ladies and gentlemen!” “Wait… Where’s my boarding pass…”

stozier hand holding

-here’s the tea you guys

-richie and stan have been friends since forever

-they met when they were like 6, neither of them having any friends because they’re literally babies

-richie just found him quietly staring at a tree at the park one day

-“what are you doing?”


-and tiny richie was like tf????

-but his grandma told him that he has to keep an open mind when meeting new people

-“cool can i watch too?”

-they sat on the bench together and watched birds

-richie was bored out of his mind but he sat and watched and loved the birds because his new friend was doing the same thing

-cue the first day of first grade and stan is shaking and crying outside the door

-his mom is trying to calm him down as best she can but he’s having an anxiety attack

-richie sees his new friend and immediately runs up to him to see what’s wrong

-“he’s just scared to go in”

-richie has a bright idea

-“i was scared too, stanley. but not anymore, you know why? because you’re here now and you’re my friend. come on, we can go inside together”

-and that worked because richie was a smooth talker even then

-so the two held hands and went inside

-richie’s got a thing for hand holding

-he holds bill’s hand too but stan needed it more than he did

-they held hands everywhere they went

-it was adorable

-they held hands in the park, at the movie theatre, they held hands in school and on their way home

-bill stopped holding richie’s hand as soon as they got to fifth grade, a couple of kids made some comments about them being gay and bill stopped that real quick

-stan didn’t care though, he didn’t care about much

-they continued to hold hands in middle school despite everyone saying it was weird

-there was one day where stan got pushed around in the hallway and got hurt

-for the rest of the week richie held his hand and walked him to his classes

-in high school it was a little harder

-people are fucking mean

-and it makes their respective boyfriends slightly uncomfortable

-so they stopped for awhile, stan had bill now

-richie wasn’t happy about it

-“i don’t need you to hold my hand anymore, rich”

-“that’s great stanley but what if i need you to hold mine?”

-richie got over it eventually, settling for eddie’s tiny hand instead

-but then It showed up and stan’s anxiety came back strong

-bill’s hand just wasn’t strong enough to keep stan grounded

-richie would never admit it but he had some PTSD for awhile

-and as sad as it made eddie to acknowledge, he knew he couldn’t give richie the comfort he needed

-so bill tells eddie that stan is having panic attacks in the hallway

-and eddie tells bill that richie jumps at every loud noise or stranger accidentally touching him

-“god damnit, why do our boyfriends need each other more than they need us”

-bill casually lets stan know that it’s okay to hold richie’s hand if he wants

-and stan has to contain his happiness

-so one day, when richie is running his mouth in the hallway as usual and not paying attention to anything

-stan sneaks up behind him and grabs his hand

-and he thought it was eddie for a second but this hand was too big and too warm to be eddie’s

-he looked up and saw who it was and he smiled wider than anyone had ever seen

-“i was wrong, i do need your hand.”

-“now you like my hands?” -“yes, richie. your hands are great.”

-“funny. that’s exactly what your mom said last night, stan”

-“i literally fucking hate you”

this wasn’t great but i wanted to write it for awhile and i’m literally in the airport bored out of my mind so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Currently I have 7 hours to kill so I decided to draw some pokemon ^^
I still have lot of space left so feel free to sent an ask/comment/pm if you want another poke on the page (if you don’t mind this sketchy art)
Pokemon on the page:

Don’t Imagine

Don’t imagine Dan flying to the Bahamas for his own holiday while Phil has his family holiday. 

Don’t imagine Dan and Phil immediately missing each other, as they can’t handle being apart for more than a few minutes. 

Don’t imagine Phil begging and pleading an already lonely Dan to fly back to Florida and stay with him. 

Don’t imagine Dan caving and catching the next flight back to Orlando, after only being there for but a few hours. 

Don’t imagine Dan and Phil not caring about the wasted money they (from their joint savings because they’re married) spent from the extra flights Dan took and the unused nights at the Bahamian hotel because all that really matters to them is that they’re together. 

Don’t imagine Dan deciding to fuck with the phandom a bit simply because he’s bored sitting in the Nassau airport waiting for the delayed flight back to Orlando.

Do not imagine Phil greeting Dan with open arms and a huge hug when he returns back to Orlando, simply because even after only a few hours they miss each other so much. 

And definitely don’t imagine Dan staying for the entire Lester family holiday not only because the fabric of each of their universes rips each time they’re apart, but also because Dan truly is a part of the family now. 

Just don’t. 

Imagine Chris finding out you wrote his favorite love story.

A/N: Part 2 is here, yo! :) You can find the previous parts here: (Unexpected Reader - Part 1) I’m really liking where this is going, do you? ❤️

After Chris returned with your second vanilla latte, and his first green tea- he wasn’t a coffee person unless his schedule needed him to be- the both of you chatted at your corner table in Starbucks. The way you talked to each other, it was like two old friends rather than a fan with her celebrity crush. You’d started the conversation incredibly nervous; you’d had to hide your clammy palms under your butt in fear that he’d reach over and give your hand another pat or gentle squeeze. But the more you talked to Chris, the calmer you became about the whole situation. You didn’t know what it was about him that normalized him despite his celebrity status and deadly good looks, but for a second- you could almost forget that you were talking to Chris Evans.

Believe it or not, Chris was everything you’d imagined he’d be, and more- if that was even possible. The way you’d portrayed him in your stories was- as far as you could see- a hundred and ten percent accurate. The man was sweet, kind, funny, intelligent, and real. Chris was real, he was real with his questions, his comments, and his interest in what you had to say. You were so lost in the conversation- in his darling blue eyes- that you forgot to take some notes so you could write a piece based around this once in a lifetime meeting, though you doubt you needed anything to remind you of this interaction. You were pretty sure this was something you were going to remember on your deathbed, which was surely moments away if he continued to smile at you the way he was.

Now the realistic side of you reminded you not to fall too hard for, or get too attached to the man you clearly had no chance with; you had to know that Chris was just talking to you to pass time in a boring airport. But the hopelessly romantic and imaginative side of you said otherwise; Chris wasn’t the kind of guy who would approach a girl unless he was genuinely interested, be it romantically, or platonically. You may not have known him personally, but you knew he wasn’t the kind of guy who would lead people on, or use people. You’d watched enough interviews, read enough articles and fan encounters, and written enough fan fiction to know that he was a genuinely nice guy who was worth befriending and loving if you were ever lucky enough to acquire those chances. Perhaps you didn’t have a chance at being his girlfriend like you’d always dreamed of, but maybe- just maybe, you had a chance at being his friend.

“So tell me, Y/N.” He began and smiled when he saw how much more relaxed you were with him now than you were at the start of the conversation. Your hands had dried and returned to thrum the tabletop quietly as you waited for him to finish his sentence. “What made you want to pursue screen writing?”

“Would you believe me if I said you?” You quizzed with a small smile, which grew wider when you saw him smile. You started explaining when you saw his facials prompt a continuation, “I um- I’ve always loved writing, ever since I was kid. I liked making up stories, imagining all the different lives I could live and all the different jobs I could do. It was a good escape from my mundane life,” you admitted with pursed lips. “But uh- I never really thought about turning it into a career until I started writing fan fiction about you on Tumblr.”

“How do you mean?”

“I wrote as an escape,” you said and he nodded, acknowledging what you’d told him earlier “I took myself into a different world where I could have the perfect life with the perfect guy so I could feel better. Writing was like a safe haven, a place where nothing bad could get to me. It made me happy and I realized…” You trailed off, licking your dry lips. “There must be a lot of people like me out there who needed someone else to be, someone wonderful to be with. I just- there had to be someone out there who needed a safe haven too.”

“So you started posting on Tumblr,” he finished for you and you nodded.

“I started out pretty slow, I had a few likes here and there. Um- It took a while for me to build a fan base, but eventually- I had a reasonable number of readers who supported all my pieces. A lot of them thanked me for writing something that took their mind off a bad day. Some thanked me for making them smile and-” You felt your eyes welled with tears of joy; you were still touched every time you talked about your interactions with your readers. “And some would tell me that my stories gave them a reason to hold out for a love as strong as the ones I wrote about.”

Chris smiled as he listened to you answer his question in great detail with an indescribable amount of pride and passion. He felt his heart flutter as he unknowingly starting falling for you. You were a lot like the protagonist in one of his favorite love stories, which was surprisingly a Chris Evans mini series written by a fan on Tumblr. He’d found the link lodged away in his Twitter mentions, a simple sentence “you deserve a love as strong as this” caught his attention and invited him into the world of fan fiction. He spent a whole day reading the entire series and wishing he’d the life that Chris Evans had, wishing he had the girl that Chris Evans had. He was still yet to ask if you’d heard about the series, perhaps you could help him find out who wrote it because he’d love to meet and talk to the talented and obviously lovely author who surely based the second person protagonist around herself. Maybe she was the one, maybe they could get together and try to work towards the life she wrote about.

“What I thought was a hobby changed people’s lives for the better,” you continued and he nodded, smiling. “So how can I not make that into a career? How can I waste my ability to inspire and touch people through my words? To make them realize that they deserve something great? I don’t know, I’m rambling a little.” You chuckled nervously and he shook his head. “I just feel like if I can change one life, my time on this earth has been worthwhile.”

“That’s sweet,” he smiled. “Like- that’s just-” He found himself at a lost for words as he watched you intently. He chuckled softly with a shake of his head, “you’re- you’re kind of amazing, Y/N.” You felt your cheeks flush as you bit back your growing smile. “That is- that’s an amazing answer to such a simple question. But before I say anything else, I don’t think I have anything to do with your decision. I’m just one of the pieces, y'know? I mean- it sounds to me like you would’ve done something amazing with your talent even if you weren’t a fan of mine. I was just lucky enough to be the one you wrote about, I had nothing to do with any of it.”

“Well that’s not entirely true,” you chuckled. “I wouldn’t have pursued anything if I weren’t a fan of yours.” You told him and he narrowed his eyes in confusion. “Yes, I would’ve wrote about someone else but- your success story is kind of what made me push myself into studying screenwriting. In all your interviews, you talked about pushing yourself into what scares you. Like working with Marvel and going to New York to pursue your acting career- those stories are what inspired me to pursue my own, I would’ve never if it weren’t for you.”

He smiled, unsure of what to say except, “I’m glad I could help. You’re very talented from what I could see over your shoulder,” he said then chuckled when you did. “Would you mind letting me read something else of yours? I promise I won’t judge,” he told you when you looked hesitant. “Unless you’re one of those kinky smut writers,” he teased. “‘Cause then maybe there’ll be a little judgement.”

“Hey, some of my best friends are kinky smut writers.”

“Oh,” he chuckled. “Well, I don’t mean any disrespect to them. I’m just- stunned they can come up with what they come up with. Perhaps I should take a few tips, turn my vanilla based life into something more swirly.” He joked and you laughed, covering your mouth when you realized you were attracting attention.

“Like you need any tips on how to get things done in the bedroom,” you said then blushed when he smiled. “Fine,” you opened your laptop screen and turned it towards him after opening your most successful piece; your mini-series. “It’s um- It’s a mini-series, so it’s fairly long.” You explained and Chris’ heart skipped a beat; his eyes quickly scanned what was in front of him so he could determine if you were the girl he was looking for. “You don’t have to read it all, you can just-”

“Holy crap,” his eyes stopped at one of the many sentences he’d read a thousand times. “Drunk minds speak for a sober heart,” he mumbled to himself then looked up at you. Your eyes narrowed in confusion when you saw the way he was looking at you. Was that- adoration? You were about to question him when he smiled and breathed, “it’s you.”

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Part 3A

anonymous asked:

Hi there, idk if you're still bored at an airport, but I'm bored at a hospital (waiting for people ugh) so here goes: top 6 zach moments :D

hi! hopefully your wait at the hospital wasn’t too bad! sorry this took a while, but i had to board the plane right after i answered the last question. and i didn’t have a lot of down time during the weekend, so i’m actually answering this at the airport again, waiting for yet another delayed flight. guh.

1. this is cheating a little, but my favorite zach moment has to be the newest Try Vlog. you have zach as vulnerable as he’s ever been in front of a camera, talking about an experience that’s very important and personal, and that has clearly resonated with a lot of other people. i’m so happy he got a diagnosis, and so grateful that he shared his story with us. ❤️

2. the infamous failed blow job shot with eugene. this just–this doesn’t even need an explanation. 😂

3. “am i the–? is my face the clitoris? oh my goooood, i’m the clitoris!” (again, this needs no further explanation. our favorite little jewish muffin has a lot of iconic moments.)

4. in the style makeovers video, when keith and eugene said that zach’s the bad boy, and zach, in his excitement, totally broke character and exclaimed, “i’m the bad boy?!” then. he jumped. up and down. in delight. can you believe it.

5. when ned, keith, and eugene brought a box of cats into the car as zach’s personal distraction in the distracted driving video. look at zach’s face the moment he hears the word “kitty”:

and his face when the others tell him he can’t hold it:

he’s too precious, please send help.

6. when zach absolutely nailed every single one of his impressions of the other guys in the try guys imitate each other video. “so i was making dumplings, with my wife.” “keith is like a humanoid muppet.” “[eugene] puts his hand on you, and then looks.” then, as if none of that is enough, he even brought out a can of hairspray for an additional impression of eugene which effectively put all the other impressions to shame.

honestly. look at that dedication. where is this man’s oscar.

a peace of paradise