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Fall Monday™ 🍂

It’s been a rough night and morning so I thought this would cheer me up!

This is a combination of all the theme days. Asks must be around the fall theme!

Send me any dad, fluffy or nsfw headcanon, question, fic rec or fanart about a Sebastian Stan character and let’s get the party started.

All posts will be tagged “Fall Monday™” for those wanting to blacklist.

There will also be specific tags for every theme day if you want to blacklist specific themes:

Daddy Wednesday™ - “Daddy Wednesday ask”


Fluffy Friday™ - “Fluffy Friday ask”

Spinoff Saturday™ - “Spinoff Saturday ask”


Sinful Sunday™ - “Sinful Sunday ask”

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anonymous asked:

watch jungkook and jimin get drunk and start making out at the party smh thirsty boys

DONT GIVE ME IDEAS DJDNSNSNS HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

birdsinaline  asked:

So I have a hoarders nest of a room, is it better to clean the surfaces first or the floor? Because I really need some direction.

Work by category instead of location when you’re dealing with a big mess like this. Start with the stuff that has the potential to smell bad or attract critters. So, food/dishes, trash, dirty laundry, etc. You’ll likely find that stuff both on the floor and on your flat surfaces. From there, work by category, starting with the biggest: for example, deal with all of your clothes, if that’s what’s taking up the most space. Then move on to books or papers or hobby stuff, whatever is the next-biggest bulk. This will allow you to decrease the overall level of messiness and make the largest impact on the mess.

If you focus on one area or surface at a time, I guarantee you will end up with one really clean dresser-top oasis in an otherwise chaotic room, and you will be frustrated and tired after one or two areas not making things feel overall any better, and you’re likely to give up.

Louis is Harry’s Baby!

I dunno if there is one so I will make one for you!

As we know, young Harry was very much looking forward to having someone to fuss over! And he got what he wanted!

HE WOULD NOT LIVE WITH ANYONE ELSE!!!

LOUIS NEVER DOES HIS OWN LAUNDRY

At least he is upfront about it!

DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE COOKING!

CAN YOU BELIEVE HOW MUCH HARRY SPOILS HIM?!?!?!

HOW HARD IS IT TO WHISK?!? I MEAN… hE JUST WANTED HARRY’S ATTENTION AND BOY WAS IT READILY GIVEN!

Feeding his tiny boyfriend

Buying mint chocolate chip ice cream for his husband (Look at Harry’s hands though)

Carrying Louis’s jacket in case he gets cold.

But even if he forgets, it’s okay, because Harry is ready to give his coat to Louis!! 

His FACE is like ‘I HAVE ONE, LOU! LET ME GET IT TO YOU’

LOUIS HAD A COLD AND HARRY PROMPTLY GOT HIM THROAT LOZENGES TO SOOTHE HIS SORE THROAT!

Fetching Louis his glasses

WHAT EVEN WAS THIS? HARRY WAS TRYING TO HELP LOUIS AND SO HE GRABBED THE PHONE CHARGER (CASE?) FROM INBETWEEN LOUIS’S LEGS?!?!?! AND LOUIS? DID NOT? FLINCH? wHAt

HARRY KNOWS. AND HE HAPPILY PROVIDES SAID ATTENTION.

*HUSBAND FACE ACTIVATED*

OF COURSE NIALL WOULD ASK HARRY IF LOUIS’S FEET WERE STILL SMELLY

Don’t even get me started on this! Harry held a party for Louis’s 21st bday and it was GRAND! All of Louis’s friends and family were there (so were harry’s) and THEY WORE MATCHING SHIRTS!!  (fyi The shirt that Harry wore was worn by Louis during his mum’s wedding)

Louis’s very own curly cheerleader!!

Harry wore Jay’s wedding bracelet for weeks after the wedding. And when it was frayed, he tied it to his bag. Talk about being supportive!

In conclusion, Harry loves, supports and cherishes Louis! 

(x x x x x x x x)

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clique six dynamics (as ranked by my followers): #15 - isadora smackle & maya hart 

ever since i’ve known you, you’ve never stopped trying to put yourself back together. // you’re the hottest little gopher-chipmunk in the whole forest. 

Think about this…

Once we hear TS6… we can’t UN-hear it.

There will be a time we will hear the first sounds.

We won’t recognize a single word, beat, or guitar strum..

And from the moment those sounds begin flow into our ears, we can’t go back to the wonder that haunts us at this very moment.

It’s bittersweet, to be honest. We’ve spent so much time anticipating this album, and here we are. On the forefront of a New Era.

There’s no turning back now.

Let’s get this fucking party started

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The Property of Hate + Onion Headlines

Hello, I’m new here and I offer these

update: (troubled birds)

Lipstick stains

Summary: She and Tom don’t exactly get along, but really, everyone knows they just need to bang.

Pairings: Reader (?) x Tom Holland

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: Some swearing and some smut

A/n: I’m sorry this is so shitty :/ but let me know what ya think anyways :)))


“Nice ass.”

“And this is as close as you’ll get to it.”

“Wouldn’t want it anyway.”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

It was a good feeling when she got the last word in. It meant she won that round, and boy, there were many rounds of snarky banter. Neither she nor Tom were overly fond of each other and did what they could to avoid any situation involving the other. However, when your best friends are dating, it’s inevitable. Kat and Haz, what a cute couple. She and Tom, no way in hell. Or at least, that’s what they said every time somebody suggested they ‘just make out already’. See, the thing with those two is that they had undeniable chemistry; the room was thick with sexual tension whenever they were together. It was apparent to everyone but them.

They were currently at the boys’ shared apartment. When Haz had asked the both of them to help him prepare for tonight, they had begrudgingly agreed. It was Kat’s birthday, and being a good boyfriend, he was throwing her a surprise party. As much as they disliked each other, she and Tom loved their friends.  

Haz had put them in charge of decorations, so here she was, standing on a wooden stool in the living room, Tom on the ground behind her. She was on her toes, trying to tape streamers to the ceiling. Due to the height difference, he had a perfect view of her ass. She was annoying, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t hot – not that he’d ever admit that out loud.  

Suddenly she wobbled a little, and as if on instinct, he immediately reached out. He grabbed her waist, steadying her.

“Hands off, Holland,” she said sternly, not even looking at him.

“Geez, I was just trying to help,” he removed his hands, holding them up defensively.

“My knight in shining armour,” her words dripped with sarcasm.

He rolled his eyes at her.

Having finally taped that section, she asked Tom for another piece. The small seat she was standing on didn’t allow room for much movement. As she turned to take it from him, she lost her balance. With a yelp, she fell forward – right on top of Tom. They crashed to the floor in a loud heap.

They both groaned; him underneath her, she with her face pressed against his throat. She lifted her head and winced. Haz came running in.

“What is going on in h–,” he stopped midsentence when he saw them on the floor, in quite the compromising position.

He grinned.

“What happened?”

“It’s not what you think.”

“I’m sure,” he said amused, his grin getting wider. He contemplated taking pictures but thought better of it. They’d kill him.

“She fell on me,” Tom grunted.

“No, I didn’t!” she protested.

“You literally fell off the stool, onto me.”

“Okay, fine, I did,” she huffed as she stood up, checking for bruises.

Tom was still lying on the floor, taking a moment to recuperate.

“Um, mate?” Haz snickered, looking down at him.

“What?”

Haz checked to see if she had noticed yet, before answering, “You got a little something there,” indicating his collarbone.

Tom swiped at the area, not finding anything.

“What? What is it?” he questioned. He too stood up and looked between the two, puzzled.

By now, she had realised what Haz was talking about and suppressed a smile.

“Oops.”

She pointed at the mirror on the wall and allowed him to make the discovery. She and Haz exchanged a look and giggled.

“What the fuck?”

They burst out laughing. Right at the base of his throat, there was a perfect impression of her lips, her red lipstick staining his pale skin. Glaring at his reflection, he tried to wipe the mark away but only succeeded in smudging it.

“How the hell am I supposed to get rid of this?” he growled.

“Will you relax? It’s just lipstick,” she reassured.

“Yeah, that makes it seem like you two were getting intimate,” Haz snorted.

“Shut up,” the other two snapped in unison.

“Okay, okay,” he backed out of the room. “I’m gonna finish up in the kitchen. You guys should finish all this too, party’s starting soon.”

She nodded at him and turned to look at Tom. He was still rubbing at that spot and she could tell that it had spread all over his neck now.

Sighing, she walked over to her bag and pulled out a makeup wipe. She sauntered over to him and held out the tissue. He took it reluctantly and cleaned the lipstick off.

She crossed her arms and waited for him, expecting a thank you.

“You’re welcome, by the way,” he said instead.

“For what?” she asked in confusion.

“You fell on me, I cushioned your fall. You’re welcome,” he explained simply.

“My hero,” this time she rolled her eyes at him. “Come on, we gotta finish hanging these streamers.”

Grumbling, they returned to their assigned job.

*

“Let’s get this party started!” Kat screamed, raising her cup in the air. Somebody turned the volume up, and the crowd cheered, the apartment filling with music. She kissed Haz and dragged him into the middle of the room, dancing with him.

Tom smiled at his friends enjoying themselves. He took a sip of his drink, his eyes wandering the room before they landed on her. She was wearing a short black dress, hair cascading down her back. She was tipsy but moved with confidence in her heels. He watched her hips swinging in time to the beat of the song, her arms above her head. He admired the curves of her body, very evident in the confines of the tight fabric. It wasn’t long before some guy was behind her, his hands on her hips. She was unfazed, grinding against him. She spun around in his arms, her own coming down over his shoulders. As she moved closer towards him, Tom looked away, filled with a strange resentment.

He left the room, in search of more alcohol to distract him from this unwanted feeling.

*

She needed a drink. She had been dancing for what felt like hours and was desperately thirsty. Squeezing past the swaying bodies she made it to the kitchen. She noticed Tom leaning against the counter, talking to another guest. She moved towards the island bench across from him and grabbed a bottle, pouring some soda into a cup. She guzzled it down.

“All that grinding made you thirsty, huh?” he asked, more bitterly than he intended.

Putting the cup down she frowned, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing.”

“It clearly means something.”

A thought dawned on her.

“Are… are you… jealous?” she asked in disbelief.

“Are you kidding? Why the hell would I be jealous?” he scoffed. He took a gulp of his drink.

“Fine,” she shrugged her shoulders, not really caring. “Where’s your bathroom?”

“Down the hall to the left.”

She nodded her head once and pushed past party-goers in the direction he had advised.

In the bathroom she checked herself in the mirror. She tousled her hair, mind going back to her chat with Tom. What was up with him? Shaking her head, she rummaged through her purse for the tube of lipstick. Finding it, she removed the lid and applied a fresh coat. She pressed her lips together, evening out the colour. Just as she popped the lid back on, the door opened.

“Occupied,” she called out.

“It’s me,” Tom stepped in, closing the door behind him.

“Oh. I was just leaving anyway.”

Zipping up her purse, she took one final glance at the mirror.  She saw Tom in the corner of her eye and bit her lower lip. He was wearing a black tee emphasising the muscles in his arms. His jaw was clenched and she noticed how sharp it was. She swallowed.

“Am I making you nervous?” he asked curiously.

“Of course not,” she forced herself to make eye contact, hoping she exuded more confidence than she was feeling.

“You seem nervous,” he took a step towards her.

She took a step back.

“Why would I be nervous? If I recall correctly, you were the one who sounded jealous earlier. Do I make you nervous?” she countered, trying to gain the upper hand.

“Not at all, and that wasn’t jealousy,” he continued to move towards her.

“What was it then?” her back hit the wall.

He was standing awfully close now. He filled her senses, sight, smell, hearing. She met his stare, refusing to look away first.

“It was frustration.”

“At what?” she almost whispered.

“At wanting to do this.”

He cupped her face and crashed his mouth against hers. Once she recovered from her initial shock, she found herself kissing him back. The rigidity of her body seeped away as they melded into each other. She reached up and wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him closer. His hands dropped down to her back where they slipped further lower to her ass.

He lifted her up effortlessly and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Their kiss was messy and passionate as everything they had been holding in came flooding out. He sat her on the edge of the sink and stood between her legs with his hands on her thighs. Her dress had ridden up and the heat of his palms seared her bare skin. He slid one hand up and gripped her hip while the other remained on her leg. He leaned forward, pushing her back and she threw an arm behind to find a purchase to support herself. She accidentally knocked over a bottle but they barely noticed it clattering to the floor. Her legs hugged his waist she gripped his shoulder with her right hand.

Needing a breath, Tom broke the kiss, moving his lips down her jaw to her neck. Her head fell back, exposing her throat and she let out a moan as he found her sweet spot. She tangled her fingers in the curls at the nape of his neck, her other arm snaking back over his shoulder. She was lost in bliss. She was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling.

“Tom,” she moaned his name. Egged on by the sounds falling from her lips, he brought a hand up and slipped the spaghetti strap from her shoulder. He kissed down past her collarbone and along the soft skin of her shoulder.

All of a sudden there was a knock at the door.

“Mate?”

It was Haz.

“Fuck,” Tom cursed, as they separated. He stepped back and went to the door, not looking at her.

She, in turn, slipped off the sink and wiggled her dress back down to an appropriate length. She pushed her hair out of her face and turned to the mirror above the sink. Her lipstick was smeared across her mouth and her cheeks were flushed.

He opened the door.

“Yes, mate?” annoyance in his tone.

Haz’s mouth fell open in surprise when he saw Tom, but then he noticed her in the bathroom behind him. He smirked.

“Uh, you’ve got a little something…,” he repeated his words from earlier in the day.

“Huh?” Tom walked over to the sink where she was still standing.

He too, had her lipstick smudged over his mouth and chin. He dropped his head, shaking it.

“Wait ‘til I tell Kat,” Haz said gleefully, running off in the direction of the living room.

She looked at Tom. Then she went to the door and closed it. He turned to her when he heard the click of the lock.

“What are you doing?”

“We weren’t done.”


Tagging: @spideyontherun 

noelann  asked:

Hi! I am screwed and have a week to unfuck my habitat. I changed my unsername to protect the not innocent... me. I have a week to unfuck the apartment or i'll be evicted. depression, anxiety a heat wave and broken ac did me in. How do i post on twitter I could really use this group's support over the next week/ or i am totally fucked. I am new to tumbler so can't figure out how to post on the page! Thanks! N.

OK, folks, we have an unfucker who needs some support!

While you’re doing this (and honestly, good for you for reaching out and making the commitment to doing this!), make sure to take care of yourself and your health. Take plenty of breaks, stay hydrated, check in with your mental state pretty often, and don’t beat yourself up if you get off track a little. Give yourself plenty of rewards, listen to some good music or a favorite podcast, treat yourself gently and kindly, and keep your goal in sight.

You can do this!

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