goofy's son

masterpost of matthew gray gubler being fucking weird

look at my beautiful son

he is literally a child stuck in an adult’s body

i’ve just stopped questioning why

he’s so dorky aw

his face asdjfkasjdhfka

ok but this is actually me

so fab

my smol bean

my hair actually looks like this but its slightly longer. omfg.

well hello there

i fucking love this photoshoot

me when i’m older

me 100% of the time



what is he even doing he’s so cute

when i try to play raquetball

tentacle porn (i hate myself)

i love his face


ok yeah i’m in love. kthxbye.

It's 2020.
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anonymous asked:

Up to the album release? This was Harry. Since album release doesn't feel like it. But a person didn't change within 7 days, the strategy did somehow. All I want to know is why cause this ain't him, and I won't his team to stop it and make it better. yesterday.

I do wonder if some of the confusion is from all the different dynamics they’re trying to pull. Harry is a complicated guy, but he is not both a womanizer AND in love with Louis. Those two sides don’t mesh. This is compounded by the lack of any pipeline of communication to the fandom. (I personally think that some of Louis’ promo was a bit easier to swallow when we had him undermining things on SM left and right, and we don’t have that with Harry)

It’s tough and it doesn’t make sense. I miss Louis, but you know what? I miss Harry too. Not the rock and roll star smoldering joke about ex-gf’s Harry, but my rainbow loving, goofy, polite, cupcake son.

I want my boys back.

Fake AH Crew Jack Pattillo is so good.

Jacklyn Pattillo who got fucking sick of getting passed over for jobs for being a woman. Jack Pattillo who found out at 16 that she could never have kids of her own because of some horrible fluke of nature. Who started going by Jack when she was around 20 cause she was sick of losing out on things and people treated her like a boy half the time anyway so why not. 

Jack Pattillo who worked as an RN for YEARS because she just wanted to help heal people. She met Geoff working Emerge when he came in at like 4 am covered in major abrasions and limping on a shattered ankle. She doesn’t ask what happened because she knows who he is, she’s done work for the LS gangs on the side for extra money, she’s heard tell of Solo Heister Geoff Ramsey and she knows someone crashed through a window at the bank downtown that night because they keep the news on in the Emerge waiting room, she knows what breaking through a second story window and hitting the ground, even at a roll, can do to you. Jack fixes him up though, puts butterfly bandages on his cheeks and nose where the cuts are smaller, and stitches shut the bigger wounds on his arms and chest. She calls the doctor on call to set his ankle, and stands by watching as he works. As Geoff leaves he slips a card into the pocket of Jack’s scrubs on the sly, it’s got a phone number, a name, and an address.

So she goes by, this is before Geoff is big time, before the Fakes have banded together, at least a year before their golden boy flies over from England, fleeing for his life, almost two before they find Ray and the Vagabond roaming the streets of Los Santos. Jack gets the job immediately. Geoff tells her he needs a partner, especially one with medical know how, he tells her he’s got a spare bedroom in his kinda shitty apartment, and he can’t pay her much yet, but he’ll get there soon, he knows it. 

Jack Pattillo, who finds most of the other Crew members, dragging them into her and Geoff’s ever growing apartments to patch up and feed. It starts with Gavin. Jack is casing a joint, she’s sweet looking and chubby, no one sees her as a possible threat. She’s about to get back into her car when she sees him stumbling down the street. Gav clearly hasn’t eaten properly in days, maybe even weeks, all his spare money went into buying a plane ticket here. Jack approaches him, her hand hovering over the back pocket of her shorts where her knife is, just in case, and she asks him if he’s alright, he looks at her like a kicked dog and she’s struck by him, by just how young he really is, he looks like he’s barely more than 17, so Jack takes him by the arm and leads him to her car. Geoff is about to blow a gasket at this random kid being brought into his house like Jack what the fuck babe? Who is this kid he could fucking kill us! And Jack gives him that look, the most protective af Mama Bear look and half-carries Gavin into their spare bedroom and sits him down, she cleans him up and gives him one of Geoff’s tank tops left over from when he was in the army to put on instead of his grimy bloody t-shirt. She patches up the little cuts and sets a few gnarled broken fingers after rebreaking them with as much care as possible. She bustles, and that’s the only way to describe how she moves when she’s focused, out into the kitchen and makes some broth for Gav with some small frozen veggies and a bit of shredded chicken, and feeds it to him until he croaks out that he can’t eat anymore, and then she tucks him up in the bed and sets a glass of water on the bedside table and a note letting him know where things in the apartment are. (Geoff never realized before that night just how much he loved and treasured Jack.)
She finds Michael not long after, an angry boy, running away from his New Jersey Mob family, a trans boy, too fucked up in his father’s eyes to get to stay around so he hopped ship to Los Santos in the middle of the night, enough money for gas and some shitty rest stop snacks, but he makes it, and hears whispers of the Gang Nurse Jack Pattillo on the streets, and prays she can help him get on T. He seeks her out, learning her favourite haunts from people on the street, and approaches her. She can tell he wants help before he even asks, so she asks him his name, where he’s from, doesn’t question when the feminine face tells her his name is Michael, calls Geoff in advance telling him not to be a dick when they get there, tells him she found another kid, she gets a fond groan and a promise to behave. She gets Michael on T within the week, books him into a therapy appointment not long after, just in case. 
Jack Pattillo who’s starting to become a Mom anyway. 

Ray and the Vagabond come next, she finds them on the same day, Ray first, then Ryan. She picks Ray up because she notices the blood on his face, and the blood seeping through his sweater sleeve where he was branded for trying to leave another gang. She pulls him in and takes him home. Patches him up, cleans up the brand, tells him that if he takes good care of it it’ll heal alright, and Geoff knows a guy that can do a mean cover up tattoo, and she leaves him with her other boys to go do another “Door Step Check” (Geoff called them that after they got Gav, Jack was like the women running an orphanage, taking in the children left behind). Sure enough she finds Ryan, half-way dead and all the way traumatised from his own last gang. She and Geoff are in the process of moving to another bigger place, she takes Ryan there, patches him up as best she can, makes him some food and gets him to eat it, shows the Vagabond the first real love he’s gotten since he left his mom back in Georgia. She stays with him in the quiet of the new place for a few days, nursing him back to half strength, and very quiet tales of what he left behind (a vow in the back of her head to get Geoff to deal with those fuckers), and she slowly starts integrating the others in, first Geoff and Ray, because each is so calm on a whole, then Michael and Gavin last, because as much as she loves her boys the two of them together are a hurricane force. Ryan loosens up as the house comes to life, talks a little more, eats much more. One afternoon he asks Jack if she can take him into a garden center to pick something out for his room, and that’s when she knows for certain he’ll be okay. 
Then she found Jeremy, on the run, scared for his life, leaving behind bad jobs and an even worse childhood. She finds his shivering under a thin coat one night in mid-January, it might not get freezing in LS but it gets cold enough. She offers him a bed and some hot food and he jumps at it, she helps him up into the penthouse, another stray for her mismatched family. With a goodnight’s sleep, a shower and some food Jeremy is holding his own with Gavin’s energy in no time flat.

Jeremy’s the first one that calls her mom. It was late a few weeks after she brought him home, her little family finally feeling really complete, she’s sitting up with Geoff, cuddling on the couch watching some nonsense on TV, when she hears distressed noises from Jeremy’s room, she disentangles herself and makes a beeline for his door, letting herself in quietly. She moves slowly and carefully to the bed, where Jeremy is sitting straight up, sweating and crying. Jack sits next to him and pulls him into her arms so his head rests over her heart, and she just comforts him, mumbling gentle words of reassurance to him until he’s calm enough to breathe easy. And Jeremy gives her a watery smile and tells her she’s the best mom in the world, and hugs her as tight as he can, and if she cried happy tears into Geoff’s shoulder that night when they went to bed he won’t tell. The other Lads take up the affectation in no time, Gav wondering why he never thought of it in the first place, but after that he changes her contact in his phone to Mum and when the Lads give her gifts at Christmas they’re always addressed to ‘Mom’ or ‘Queen Mum’ because Gavin thinks she’s the Queen of all Moms. Ryan never picks it up, since they’re closer in age, but starts calling her Jacky like Geoff does, and always gives her a bouquet of Peonies on Mother’s day to recognize her status as Mom of Four.

Jack never thought she’d have a family of her own, and now she has four adopted sons, a goofy husband, and the brother she never thought she’d have. And she loves all of them more than anything

submitted by @fandommaniacx I had fun with this one. hope you enjoy!!

Last thing you remembered was sitting at the bar with the boys, sipping a tumbler of whiskey when a strange man approached you. Now here you are, wearing a god-awful dress. It was long, satin, and red with black trim. Complete with a slutty red lace corset and tights…TIGHTS! I don’t wear tights, I don’t wear dresses, and I certainly don’t wear corsets…and my boobs, they feel like one cinch more in this contraption and they’re going to deflate! Who in their right freaking… Just then you heard the unmistakable sound of gunshots just outside the building. You picked up the front of your dress and ran outside, scanning your dusty surroundings for the offending weapon.

“Dean?” you whispered, to no one in particular. Thank Christ, a familiar face! You hiked up your dress once again in hopes of catching up to him when strong fingers wrapped around your forearm. “Hey, hey pretty lady, now where do you think you’re goin’? I paid good money for you, why don’t you mosey on back in here now and give me my money’s worth.” The man was dirty, he smelled absolutely rancid, like sweaty ass crack that hadn’t seen the good side of a bar of soap in weeks. Your hunter instincts kicked in and you jarred his knees out from under him, pulling him into a chokehold before his body hit the wooden steps. “Ever touch me again, darlin’ and I will castrate you with my bare hands, understood?” The man frantically nodded his head and you released him from your grip, letting his body hit the ground.

When you caught up with Dean, he had just fired off another round. He lifted the smoking barrel up to his lips and blew the steam from the weapon. He heard you approaching, turned and aimed the gun to your face. “Woah woah woah, Dean! Watch where you’re pointing that thing.” An amused smile spread over his face as he took in your get-up. “So, you’re a saloon girl huh? If I go pay the brothel you think you can show me a few tricks?” He winked at you and ran his tongue over his bottom lip. Before you really knew what was going on, your fist was connecting with his jaw. “Shit, Y/N, sorry!”

“Don’t cross me, Winchester! Where is he, where is that goofy looking son of a bitch who put us here, I swear I’m ending his ass the second I lay eyes on him. Why the hell are we here and why the hell do I have to be dressed like a freaking prostitute.” You were pacing back and forth, Dean stood still, watching you with a cautious eye while rubbing his injured jaw.

“Well, as bad as I would love to help you gank the asshole, I don’t think we have the necessary equipment. Last time I checked, corsets don’t really have angel blade hidey holes…” you sent him another seething glare and he took a cautious step back. “and I’m fresh out, so we’re just going to have to figure out a different way to get back to our time. Then we can get all stabby on Gabriel.”

“Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go, Winchester!”