god ily bby

anonymous asked:

Please may you do one like the one where you accidentally say something and he gets upset and he doesn't talk to you but with Ash because tO MUCH CUTE OH MY GOD

Aw Ash bby ily so much you cutie pie.

“Michael your hair is so cool, and interesting! Ashton’s is a weird blonde brown colour and it can get boring” I said comforting Michael who was upset as he just dyed his hair and didn’t like the colour.

I got up from the couch to go into the kitchen to find where Ashton had got to as he was taking so long to make some popcorn.

“Ash what’s taking so long” I asked jokingly.

He didn’t reply.

“Ashtonnn” I called


“ASHTON Jesus Christ are you deaf or just ignoring me?” I asked making my way to where he was standing.

He carried on ignoring me.

“What did I do?” I asked confused as to why he wasn’t talking to me.

“Ashton!” I said poking him.

I decided to try and make him laugh so I started singing one of their songs.

“You know something I don’t it’s not like you to be cold”

I saw him trying to hold back a smile. So I poked him on his dimple. His face returned to a blank expression again so I repeated my action poking him on the dimple again I gave up and ended up repeating poking him on his dimple.

“Oh my god” he said annoyed “you just don’t give up” he laughed sighing.

“Why were you ignoring me?” I pouted.

“Sorry, I thought I was too boring for you” he glared


“I heard what you said to Michael, why don’t you just go out with him if you think his hairs so cool and mines boring” he huffed.

I started to giggle at his stupidness.

“Oh my god Ash” I laughed clutching my sides

“What? Why are you laughing? Stop laughing!” He moaned.

“Look I was just trying to make MIchael feel better. I don’t really think you hair is boring. I’m actually jealous of your hair. It’s so fluffy and bouncy” I giggled patting him on the head ruffling his hair.

“Hey” he whined In Protest.

“I love your hair ashton and I love you so stop being stupid and kiss me” I said

“Fine. I love you too” he said before placing his lips to mine in a passionate little kiss.


tom-drinks-his-happiness-away  asked:

Knock knock from Thor!

9. Your character walking in on mine in bed with someone. ((IM SO SORRY OH GOD THOR ILY BBY IM SORRY))

Tord sits up quickly, looking around at the sound he’d heard. The woman below him looks around too, hiccuping quietly. What was that noise? Probably nothing. He’s too drunk to care much, and neither is she. He smiles and leans over her again, his vision completely blurred to the point where he can’t remember what she looks like. She’s in the same state, but she’s much more enthusiastic.

“I haven’t had sex with a guy like you in ages.” She huffs, yanking him closer and causing his head to spin, “You’re so attractive, Tord. So cute. I’d like to meet that boyfriend of yours too; the one you were talking about earlier.”

“Buh… boyfriend. My boyfriend?” Tord blinks, his body feeling heavy; wrong. His mind snaps and focuses on a word as he continues to move with her, “Thor. Thor… n-no. He doesssn’t wa-want thaaat…” He slurs, shaking his head and regretting it immediately when the world spins.

“You didn’t either until I… well, nevermind.” She giggles, flipping them over in a swift move and riding him. It’s uncomfortable. Something feels wrong. Very wrong. He feels sick but he can’t vomit. This woman’s makeup is smeared in the corner of her eyes from a long day at the bar. What’s her name? Cl… Claire? Charlotte?

“My name’s Cindy, sweetheart.” She mumbles. He’d been talking out loud. Since when? He feels wrong this is wrong he doesn’t want to do this anymore… but his limbs are so heavy.

“Mm… Cind… don’t wanna… c-c…” His mouth won’t work correctly. What’s wrong with him?

“Shhhhh,” She shushes him with a long, lipgloss-covered kiss that tastes like how the bar smelled. He wants to gag. “Shh, it’s alright. Let me make you feel good.”


Dance more. Smile all the time. Tell lots of jokes. “Enjoy yourself” probably would be the key. Don’t let things get you down. Don’t let people get you down.

Happy Birthday Gabi! I love you to bits you cutie patootie *squishes your face* enjoy your big day ♥


Happy 100th Birthday, Tyrone Edmund Power, Jr.! (May 5th, 1914.)

Happy centennial to a man who was so much more than “just a pretty face”. Underneath those blinding good looks, Tyrone had talent, humor, and a good nature – but no one was willing to look past his handsome face and give him the acting roles he deserves. But with what he had – and those opportunities that gave him the chance to shine, like Nightmare Alley, Tyrone managed to carve out an undying legacy for himself in the legends of Hollywood – and the hearts of several, even today, 100 years after his birth.