go put some pants on

A little reminder

Can we be honest about PMS for a second?

It’s brutal. Maybe it’s just me. It turns me into something resembling Satan himself and I absolutely hate it. All of my emotions are running around in my head like little chickens with their heads cut off while I’m a weeping mess.

If you’re anything like me, let me remind you of a few things tonight.

  • You are not your emotions
  • Those emotions do not equal truth
  • It’s perfectly fine to cry. Even over stupid things. Even over nothing at all. It’s perfectly alright. 
  • You are not ugly
  • You are not crazy
  • This is not a forever feeling
  • If the same jeans you wore yesterday aren’t nearly as comfortable today, you go ahead and put some stretchy pants on girl. 
  • Give yourself heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps of grace

Y’all, it’s tough. I’m reminding myself of these tonight as I cry over ice cream cake that wasn’t the flavor I wanted. I’m giving myself grace and you already know I’ve got those stretchy pants on. We’ll make it, girls. 


Anthony Ramos x Reader
Words: 580

anon: Can you write a Anthony Ramos x Reader where Reader is just sitting in a cafe or starbucks with their laptop and their laptop is COVERED with hamilton stickers and Anthony notices and starts to talk to Reader? This seems really- strict but if you could do it thank you so much! I hope I’m not bothering you - CB101 

anon: any cast member that you choose, and it’s where reader is gushing about Hamilton on Twitter n’ one of the cast mates see it ? :33 

i probably shouldn’t have combined them but i thought it was sweet. anywayyyy we have guests over right now so i probably should put on some pants and go pretend to be social! 

so much love for y’all xx



You sat in the overcrowded cafe, typing away anxiously at your laptop. As usual, you had left your assignment to the last minute, and you were now stressing over the possibility of being able to finish it before the deadline.

You had already downed about three coffees that afternoon, and you were on your fourth. You had to stay awake and be energised if you were going to get the report done.

You let out a soft sigh, slamming your laptop shut and going to the counter to order another coffee. When you returned to your table, a man was standing in front of it and admiring your laptop.

“I really hope you weren’t planning on stealing that. I’ll call the police if I need to,” You said, placing the cup down on the table and sliding back into the booth.

“Oh… oh! I’m so sorry. I didn’t have any intentions of doing that… it’s just…”

“Yeah yeah. Can you move along? I’ve got a lot of work to get done,” You said, opening your laptop again and starting to type rapidly. He sat in the seat opposite to you, his eyes still being fixed on the laptop.

“It must have taken you quite a while to collect all of those stickers. Are you a big fan of Hamilton?” He questioned, looking at you quizzically.

“We live in New York City. I don’t think there’s anyone here that isn’t a big fan of Hamilton. But if you must know, yes. Yes I am,” You replied, keeping your eyes fixed on the computer. You let out a huff when the man still hadn’t left. You looked up from your computer screen, freezing.

“You’re Anthony Ramos,” You said quietly, biting your lip. “Oh my…”

“Yeah. I guess I am,” He said, smiling. “Took you a while.”

“I’m sorry. I’ve just been so stressed with this report. I need sleep, I need coffee… I haven’t been taking in my surroundings that well. Can I buy you a drink to make up for it?”

“You can tell me your name first. Then maybe… maybe I’ll let you buy me a drink,” he said, flashing a big smile in your direction. You blushed, giggling.

“I’m (Y/N) (L/N). Big fan of your music and… well everything you do honestly. I’ve been following you since 21 Chump Street,” You stated.

“Dang, really? Honestly, that’s lit. Wait a second… that’s why you look so familiar! I see you on Twitter all the time! Your tweets make my day honestly,” Anthony said, pulling out his phone and opening the app. “Remind me of your username. I’ll follow you.”

“It’s @(Y/UN). Wait, you really see them? That’s… I figured you’d be too busy. It’s so nice to meet you by the way. I’m amazed I could actually run into you in a city this big,” You stated.

“Well, hopefully the next time we run into each other, it’ll be on purpose. I’ll dm you my number and we can catch up another time! Anyway, I’ve gotta head off because I have a show starting in a few hours, but we’ll talk soon yeah?”

“Oh, um…  yeah! Thank you so much Anthony,” You said.

“My pleasure. It was nice meeting you (Y/N).” With his final words, he stood and left the café, leaving you with a big smile on your face. You jumped when your phone vibrated, pulling it out of your pocket and sighing happily.

“@Anthony_Ramos1 is now following you”

starshipdreamr  asked:

i love you meme, 31 bones to jim? good luck with the meme~!

Leonard wasn’t entirely sure what he’d done to deserve a 7 AM visit from a bright-eyed and impishly beaming Jim Kirk. The only explanation he’d ever been able to come up with was that he’d been some kind of serial killer or tax collector in a previous life.

“What?” he demanded, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

“They finished the officer’s quarters on the new ship,” Jim said, utterly undaunted by Leonard’s distinct lack of enthusiasm. There was a bulky box tucked under his arm that Leonard eyed with suspicion borne of long years of experience.

“Okay, so?”

So, put on some pants, Bones; we’re going on a tour!”

Twenty minutes later, they were standing in the CMO’s quarters aboard the new Enterprise. They didn’t look much different from Leonard’s old quarters, structurally. Meaning that they were bland and utilitarian, impersonal. Certainly less than welcoming. Leonard had a hard time mustering up much excitement as he studied them.

But he’d neglected to factor in Jim Kirk.

The box that had so worried him earlier turned out to be full of pictures, holos of Leonard with Joanna or Jim or various members of the crew, even a few scenes from the familiar Georgia countryside. There were also a few knickknacks that Leonard had sent home for storage and safekeeping, gifts of appreciation from former patients, art from some of the cultures they’d visited over the years. Every photo or item had clearly been chosen with care to make Leonard’s quarters feel like his.

“I know it still bothers you sometimes, being out here,” Jim said when Leonard was sorting through everything in startled silence. “I thought having your quarters feel little more homey would help.”

Leonard could only stare at his friend for a moment, throat tight. Even from the beginning, he’d always known that Jim was more sensitive than he let on, but he could also be thoughtless sometimes, getting so caught up in his plans and his dreams that he forgot to consider the people who had fallen into his orbit and would be swept along right with him. But apparently when it came to Leonard, he’d been paying attention. The fact that he’d taken the time to do all of this when he already had so much on his plate…well, Leonard had to clear his throat before he could speak.

“Thanks, Jim.”

Jim just grinned and clapped him on the shoulder, before fishing a small toolkit from the box and grabbing the first holo. He went to work, clambering up the empty shelf set into one wall in order to hang the image above it.

Leonard could only watch. There was something swelling in his chest, something beyond the surprise and gratitude that had stolen his voice. It started out slowly at first, but was rapidly growing into something immense and powerful, inescapable as a tidal wave. Something that should have been terrifying, but wasn’t, somehow.

Jim climbed down from his perch and stepped back to survey his handiwork. He let out a huff of dissatisfaction.

“Why didn’t you tell me it was crooked?” he asked Leonard. He scrambled back up the shelf without waiting for an answer, and tugged at one corner of the frame. “Okay, how about now?”

But Leonard’s eyes were only on Jim, on the man that he would follow anywhere, do anything for. His best friend. His…something more. He was in the middle of a paradigm shift, and he couldn’t have cared less whether or not a picture from a shore leave two years ago was crooked.

“Work with me here, Bones,” Jim implored. “If it’s not hanging straight it’s gonna bug you forever.”

Oh. Oh, of course.

“C’mon, man, just tell me if-”

“I love you.”

Jim toppled off the shelf with a muffled squeak. He popped back up at once, cheeks flushed. He tugged at his shirt.

“Well, yeah,” he said, sounding flustered. “I mean, I love you too, Bones. You’re my best friend.”

“No.” Leonard took a step forward, heart pounding. His entire body was awash with warmth. “I…I love you, Jim.”

He smiled as the words sent an awed thrill through him. He reached out, touching Jim’s blazing cheek.

“I love you,” he said again, because he could, because it felt right. “Huh.”

Jim had frozen, not twitching so much as a single muscle. He was staring at Leonard, eyes wide and stunned.

“You mean it?” he whispered.

Leonard’s smile widened. He was still buzzing with the revelation, but he could see now that the truth of it had been there for years. Maybe he hadn’t been ready to see it before, but he was now.

“Oh, yeah.”

“Oh, thank God.”

Jim broke out of his frozen state. He grabbed Leonard by the shirtfront and yanked him close, crushing their mouths together in an urgent kiss. Leonard stumbled a little, but Jim was holding him far to tightly to let him fall.

Kissing Jim felt new and exciting, but it also felt familiar somehow. Right. Here, Leonard realized, was his true home. It wasn’t a place that he could leave, or a ship that could be destroyed. Home was the man in his arms.

“Hey, Jim?” he said when they finally broke apart.


“Any chance of getting this stuff moved to the captain’s quarters instead?”

Jim’s eyes sparkled, and he huffed out a delighted little chuckle.

“I think that can be arranged.”

anonymous asked:

You're naked! Go put back on some pants!

“Nah I’m not. Just have a shirt off heheh.”

“Its getting hot out here how can I wear that jacket?? Well..at least its not like hotland..”

Jim Kirk x Reader

A/N:#3 and #8 were requested so hope you like it!!!

#3:“For God’s sake put some pants on!” #8:“I can. I will. Watch me.” ——————————————— It wasn’t usually for Jim Kirk to sleep with a sometimes random woman. But your brother was a ladies man. At this point you couldn’t find him. You two had came home for a family reunion. The house wasn’t very big. So it shouldn’t have been hard to find him. The only room you haven’t looked is your own room. And wouldn’t you know it he was there with some gal. “Y/N!” He stood up and shouted “For God’s SAKE MAN PUT ON SOME PANTS!!!” “Right sorry.” “I’m going to tell Uhara.” “What does she have to do with this!??!“ “She told me that if you do anything stupid to tell her.” “You wouldn’t.” “I can. I will. Watch me.” You said proudly.

*requested by anon

Sheriff: *walks into the kitchen* Oh..um hi Y/N. I uh..didn’t know you were here…“

Y/N: *smiles at him* "Morning, Sheriff. Hope you don’t mind me making breakfast, for you and Stiles.”

Sheriff: *shakes his head* “No, I don’t really mind..But um..perhaps you could go put some pants on?”

Jack Gilinsky - Twin stranger

So this is what happens when I start to write an imagine and have no idea what I want to write about and it turns out to be something nonsense, but I’m posting it anyway.


I crossed my legs as I turned a page in my magazine waiting for Jack to arrive. The Ellen Show was on my TV, but I wasn’t fully listening to it, it was just a noise in the background. I told Jack to pick some stuff up on his way to my place since I was too lazy to put on some decent pants and go out to the public. I was kind of having one of those days when I wasn’t presentable, and knowing my luck if I went out I would have been found by some of Jack’s fans and I didn’t want to be photographed by anyone. There might have been Cheetos in my hair, I wasn’t sure.

“I would never get bangs, not even for a billion dollars,” I scoffed as I saw an article that was about how badly you need a bang for the summer. I hated these stuff, they always tried to make poor women do stupid things just because of ‘fashion’. I wasn’t buying this kind of crap.

My phone lit up showing Jack’s goofy face on the screen, I took that photo a few weeks before when I had dinner at his parents’ house. I grabbed my phone and answered the call.

“I hope you are somewhere near, I really need that chips right now,” I said without saying hello.

“So you didn’t buy them?” he asked and I could hear the soft chatter behind him meaning he was in the store.

“When and where? I asked you to buy them so I didn’t have to go to the store,” I said feeling like an idiot that I had to explain it to him, I thought I made my point clear.

“Wait. I could have swear that I saw you at the cash register when I entered the store, but then you disappeared, that’s why I called you, to ask if you were still here.”

“Jack, I’m at my apartment in my sweatpants. I have no intention in leaving my place anytime soon, that was not me.”

“Than baby, you have a twin, because that girl looked exactly like you,” he chuckled and I could hear that beeping sound from the cash register.

“What are you talking about?” I frowned not believing him.

“No, baby, I’m telling you, I almost ran up to her, it was scary tho.”

“Yeah, whatever, Jack. Get the stuff and come home, I need my snack!”

He wouldn’t shut up about how crazy it was, so I just ended the call hoping he would be there soon. When he arrived with all the stuff I asked for he was still not over the whole “twin” thing while I just wanted to eat my chips in peace.

“Baby, I’m telling you, your parents have been lying to you, you have a long lost twin!” he said as I occupied myself with the groceries he just brought.

“Yeah, sure,” I mumbled hoping he would lose interest, but he didn’t.

“You should register to Twin Strangers.”

“You should stop thinking I have a twin,” I replied giving him a serious look, but I guess he didn’t understand it.

“I’m going to do it.”

He disappeared in my bedroom and a moment later I could hear his fingers running through my laptop’s keyboard. I sighed rolling my eyes at him and just let him play the detective while I enjoyed my snack that came right to my house and finished reading my magazine.

Half an hour later I was just about to go and check on Jack if he was still looking for my long lost twin, when he ran out with my laptop in his hands and threw himself down to the couch next to me.

“Baby, I found her,” he said with the happiest and proudest face ever. I furrowed my eyebrows at him and took the laptop into my hands where some girl’s profile was opened who… looked just like me.

“What the hell?” I whispered going through the girl’s photos who was running under the name Daphne. “Are you playing some kind of sick joke with me?” I turned to Jack, who shook his head.

“I swear I’m not. I’m just proving my point here. See? She lives nearby, that’s why I saw her. You should contact her.”

“Oh yeah, that would be awesome, to find someone who looks just like me and meet her, wouldn’t it?” I smirked at him while anyway typing a quick message to Daphne.

“Why did you just say it like that?” he asked.

“Don’t try to deny that you are having some fictions about having a threesome with her.” I knew my boyfriend too damn well, it was written on his face.

“I have no idea what you are talking about,” he said trying to convince me and himself to believe it.

“Yeah, sure,” I chuckled shutting the laptop down and putting it aside. “I know you are imagining it right now,” I smirked at him.

“How? I mean, what would make you think that?” he asked clearing his throat. I winked at him before answering.

“Because I can see you getting hard right now,” I said before standing up and walking back to my bedroom. I could hear him mutter “shit” under his breath.

imagine best friend!luke showing up outside your window at 4am because he knows damn well you’re awake. so to get your attention, he tosses little pebbles at the glass and when he sees your head peek through the pane, he shows a cheeky smile and exclaims “put some pants on, y/n! we’re going on an adventure!” he would then drive you to some lonely field and park in the middle of it, grabbing blankets from the backseat and curling up with you on the hood of his black car and you would both stare at the perfect view of the stars, talking about the universe and science and the future and anything that came to mind because with lukey, anything goes.

“the last of us: left behind” sentence starters.

change pronouns/ect if necessary

  • “you’re not gonna kill me, are you?”
  • “i thought you were dead.”
  • “you’re a firefly?”
  • “there’s no soldiers on the entire floor.”
  • “put some pants on and let’s go.”
  • “i’m gonna find somethin’ to stitch you up, okay?”
  • “have you ‘found the light’ yet?”
  • “sorry—i’m a bit jumpy lately.”
  • “maybe i should join the fireflies.”
  • “i’m not supposed to come see you.”
  • “i can get into trouble just fine on my own.”
  • “remember the first time i brought you here?”
  • “how many people get to die of natural causes in this world?”
  • “why’d you leave without telling me?”
  • “i’m really glad you’re not dead.”
  • “note to self: don’t touch electric water.”
  • “i’m not letting you go.”
  • “you know, you might just be my favourite person again.”
  • “it’s all about practice.”
  • “what’s a facebook?”
  • “i think we broke it.”
  • “why did you bring me here?”
  • “where the hell did she go?”
  • “i get caught as a firefly, i’m dead.”
  • “i did some shit i don’t know how to take back.”
  • “i nearly got shot for these.”
  • “we’ll see each other again.”
  • “don’t go.”
  • “oh, fuck—infected!”
  • “i’m kind of an expert.”
  • “just stay calm.”
  • “we can take the easy way out.”
  • “we fight.”
  • “there are a million ways we should’ve died before today.”
  • “we can be all poetic and lose our minds together.”
  • “come on. let’s get outta here.”
Cuddling with Calum

• “Your butt looks great.”

• “Is that my shirt?”

• “What do you mean I can’t be naked?”


• Tracing his tattoos

• “Cuddle?”

• Lots of forehead kisses.

• “Your cheeks are so squishy and cute!”

• “No Calum! You can’t touch my boobs.”

• “We should get a dog. Yeah, Y/N we need a dog.”

• “How on earth would you take care of a dog? You can barely feed yourself.”

• “Stop touching me. It tickles!”

• “Why is your voice so deep when you’re tired?”

• “baby girl?”

• “CALUM! Stop flexing your muscles.”

• “You know you can’t resist this.”

“Drinking Coffee With the Captain Part” 2

You just found out your neighbor is Captain America…

Steve Rogers x Reader

part 1

He hitched his towel up higher, and looked around the kitchen, looking uncomfortable.

“Well?” You asked him, hands on hips. You weren’t upset, but you’d have liked if he’d been upfront with you from the get go.

“Yes.” He nodded. “I’m Captain America.” He ran a hand through his blonde hair. “Does that change anything?”

You raised an eyebrow. “If I need to lift something heavy, now I know who to ask, but no. Why would it change anything?” You sighed. “Why didn’t you just say so, Steve?”

“Uh, can I go put some pants on?”

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