his face is so dumb i love him

Reasons why I love Luke 

  • lays around shirtless taking snapchats using dumb filters and even dumber captions
  • uses slang words no one uses anymore 
  • uses memes from 2 years ago
  • laughs at memes of himself
  • captions his ig photos with spongebob quotes 
  • gets the most hate, but never let’s it get to him 
  • reposts Michael’s photos 
  • is the best uncle to Lenny 
  • sings non stop 
  • pulls weird ass faces for no reason???
  • he’s a mummy’s boy 
  • uses the most Australian emojis 🐨🇦🇺
  • he’s a beer dad 
  • is so shady to everyone??? 
  • he wears gold and sparkly boots that shine brighter than my future 
  • wears Saint Laurent 
  • is a sugar daddy 
  • shops at Sephora 
  • he went to Rodeo Drive once 
  • is so nice to everyone even if they’re mean to him
  • drives a shitty car even though he’s rolling in money 
  • is the funniest human ever 
  • the most Australian guy you’ll ever meet 
  • uses Aussie slang all the time
  • AUSTRALIAN ACCENT 
  • has starry freckles all over his skin 
  • his laugh 
  • whoville daddy 
  • his noSE 
  • his lips make everyone want to make out with him 
  • could be tinker bell when he wears that green shirt 
  • goes on spontaneous walks with his nephew Lenny and snaps about it 
  • plays acoustic guitar in the sun 
  • is anti social 
  • tweets about his distaste for pants 
  • tweets about breakfast a lot 
  • thinks everyones judging him.. (room service, Netflix etc) 
  • has a heart of gold and the patience of a saint 
  • parties most nights but still looks good???
  • also looks like model whenever he’s on long ass flights
  • wears whatever makes him feel good 
  • always stops for fans 
  • sang w Brian at warped tour and made everyone want to fuck him 
  • he makes my chest and stomach fill with butterflies 
  • he makes people (me) happy 

I freaking love it when Hardison plays the Common Priveleged Asshole, be it the insurance agent from hell, or candidate to elitist fraternity.
He tilts his head slightly to the left, he makes his body and his face, especially his face, very still through whatever bullshit they throw at him.

Srsly, all of his stance just screams: “This is dumb. Y'all dumb. Can we skip it and go to the part where you show me the real deal and me and my crew trash you? OH MY GOD HOW ALL OF YOU SO STUPID.”

Dumb Kids In Love

Originally posted by textuar

Okay, so I may have gotten a little carried away with this one… Let me know what you think & if you would like more imagines like this in the future!💙 


Jax knocked on the front door of her house, rocking back on his heels as he waited for someone to let him in. After only a few seconds, her mom swung the door open. She was putting an earring in while simultaneously fumbling with her car keys. A smile that reminded him so much of her daughter came over her face at the sight of him.

“Hello, Jackson,” she greeted, waving for him to come in. He entered the house, and she kept the door open, one foot already outside. “In kind of a rush. Don’t want to be late for work,” she explained briefly.

“No problem,” Jax assured her.  

“Right. Well, she’s in the backyard. And I’ll be back in a few hours. You two kids have fun!” and with that, she was gone, the front door closing loudly behind her. 

Jax chuckled to himself, pulling out a cigarette from the pack he kept in the front pocket of his jeans. He placed it between his lips, pulling out his lighter as he slowly made his way to the back of the house. Opening the back door, he lit the cigarette, leaning against the house once he got outside.

Sure enough, there she was. Lying across a towel she had set out in the grass. She was quite a vision. Her sun kissed legs seemed to glow in the California heat, her long hair spread out above her in a wave. She was wearing an old shirt that she had cut to accommodate the warm weather, and she had on a pair of black heart shaped sunglasses that made Jax smirk. She had really grown up. It was hard not to notice. He had known her since they were in middle school, and now that they were both seniors in high school, things were definitely different.

She was so wrapped up in the book that she was reading that she hadn’t even taken note of Jax’s presence.

“Good book?” He finally spoke up, taking a toke from his cigarette.

Her head turned to the side at the sound of his voice, a bright smile spreading across her face at the sight of him. “Good enough.”

She closed the book, setting it to the side before rising to her feet and strolling over to Jax. She stood in front of him, pushing her large sunglasses up into her hair. Her bright green eyes stood out in the sun, sparkling as they looked up at him. “Haven’t seen you around much, trouble maker,” she mused, snatching the cigarette from between his fingers and taking a long drag of her own.

Jax watched as she held the smoke for a moment before exhaling. It got in his face a little, but he didn’t even mind. “You shouldn’t smoke.”

Her eyebrows rose in amusement. “Oh, okay. Thanks, Jax. I’ll never even look at another cigarette. You save lives.”

Jax grinned, throwing the cigarette butt onto the ground before crushing it with the toe of his white sneakers. “Glad to be of service.”

He lifted his head, and their eyes met. Held. There was an air of unspoken words. A soft smile graced her face after a few seconds, the dimple in her left cheek making an appearance. “Missed you.”

Jax’s heart ached a little at her words. He had missed her too. More than he would admit. He hadn’t been around for the last 2 and a half weeks; he hadn’t even been going to school. He felt like shit for not even checking in with her during that time, but he couldn’t bring himself to talk to her because he knew it would only make him miss her more. He had to get out of Charming for a while, no matter how brief. Too much shit was going on with his family. Between his father’s death, and Thomas… it was all a little much. Even though he knew that he could confide in her as a best friend, he didn’t want to put that weight on her. It didn’t seem fair.

“Missed you too,” Jax stated lowly, an easy smile turning up the corners of his mouth.

“Can’t just expect me to hang around here, tending to your obnoxious fan club,” she scoffed with a laugh, rolling her eyes. She breezed past him into the house, and he followed after her. He trailed after her as she entered the kitchen, opening the fridge and retrieving a jug of lemonade.

“Sorry about that,” he rolled his lips together, reaching into one of the cabinets and pulling out two glasses.

She shook her head, pouring out the liquid before handing him one of the glasses. “I swear to God, if one more girl came up to me and asked where you were, I thought I was going to lose it,” she teased, sipping her drink.

Jax shrugged a shoulder. “It ain’t easy being so damn cute.”

“Wow. Cute and humble? You’re quite the catch, Teller.” Sarcasm dripped off of every word, and Jax felt the weight that had been on his heart lightening up a little. It always did when he was around his best friend. He chastised himself a little more for not reaching out to her while he was gone.

He set his glass back down on the counter, reaching a hand out for her. She looked at him, setting her own glass down as he pulled her towards him, her eyes full of amusement. He let one hand rest on her hip, the other entwining their fingers together. He pulled her closer so that they’re chest were touching, and she let out a breathy laugh, face alight with curiosity. “What are you up to, weirdo?”

“Dance with me.”

“Jax, there’s no music,” she raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t care,” he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, pulling her even closer so that he could rest his chin on the top of her head. After only a few seconds, he began to sway, slowly making his way around the kitchen. She let out a laugh, and he felt the vibrations against his own body. He grinned.

He stepped back from her from a moment, spinning her around with their linked hands. An amused giggle escaped her lips, and he pulled her back towards him, dipping her dramatically. Her laughter grew louder, her face turning red as he hung her upside down. Slowly lifting her back up, Jax felt like all the things that had been plaguing him over the past month were making their way out of his mind. He was glad to be back with her. Glad to be back with his best friend. Bella. 

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 ONE MONTH LATER

Jax sat on the couch, his leg bouncing up and down as he watched TV. Bella was on a date with the guy she had been seeing for a few weeks, and Jax was just wishing that he could focus on literally anything else. Despite the fact that he couldn’t stand that douche bag Bella was dating, he wished that the fact she was out with him didn’t bother him so damn much. But it did. It bothered him to no end.

As if sensing his need for a distraction, the home phone rang. He was home alone that night, so he knew that it couldn’t be anyone from the club, unless something bad had happened over at the garage and they needed help. Jax cleared his throat before answering picking up. “Hello?”

“Jax?”

His eyebrows furrowed at the sound of her voice. It was Bella. “You okay?”

She let out a shaky breath, and Jax’s back straightened. Something was wrong. 

Bella,” he urged.

Bella let out a harsh laugh, devoid of humor. “I’m at some fucking gas station in Tacoma. Can you pick me up?”

Jax clenched his jaw. She sounded angry, and he knew she often used anger to cover up whatever else she was feeling. That asshole she had been out with really fucked up. Why else would she be alone at some random gas station in Tacoma?

“Yeah, babe. I’m coming.”

Only about 30 minutes later, Jax’s Harley pulled into the parking lot of the gas station Bella had told him she was at. She was leaning against the small convenience store building, arms crossed across her chest and ankles crossed. At the sight of him, she pushed herself off the wall, walking his way at a brisk pace. Despite the awful circumstances, Jax couldn’t help but take note of how stunning she looked. She was wearing a black quarter-sleeved dress that stopped just above her knee, and a pair of tan flats. Her hair fell all the way down her back in a soft wave, tucked behind her ears so that the pair of rose quartz earrings she was wearing were visible.

As she got closer, Jax could practically feel the anger radiating off of her. She stopped a few steps away from him, her soft features contorted in frustration. “You wouldn’t believe how absolutely fucked up my night has been,” she snapped out, her teeth digging into the corner of her bottom lip. She shrugged on the simple denim jacket that she had draped over her arm, flipping her hair out of the collar.

Jax watched with raised eyebrows as she pulled a joint and a lighter out of the pocket, sticking it between her full pout and lighting it with a frustrated flick of her thumb. She took a long drag, and Jax began to nod slowly. “Wanna tell me about it?”

Her blazing green eyes flashed to his. There was a line between her brows, the one that always formed when she was thinking too hard or just damn right frustrated. Jax wanted to reach out and smooth it with his thumb.

“Ryan ditched me,” she stated as she exhaled her smoke, her eyes leaving his to look out into the street behind him.

Jax ground his teeth together. “Where did he go?”

Bella shrugged a shoulder. “Probably back to Charming to fuck the girl he’s been seeing behind my back.”

“Bella-“

“I should’ve known,” she sighed with a shake of her head. “That asshole thinks girls should just bow at his goddamn feet.”

“Don’t do that,” Jax managed to get out, trying hard to not sound as pissed as he felt. “It’s not your fault he’s such a prick.”

Bella’s eyes met his baby blue ones again, a tight-lipped smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes appearing before she took another toke of her joint. “Right,” she dismissed shortly, flicking the rest of the joint onto the ground. She only smoked when she needed to take the edge off, and she didn’t feel like right now was the best time to get high.

“Let’s go then,” she said, nodding towards his bike.

She went to step around him, but he caught her wrist in his hand. There was a moment of expectant silence. Jax turned his body so he was facing her, and he tugged on her wrist a little. Glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, he could see the hurt behind the tough exterior she was sporting. He placed her chin between his thumb and index finger, making her look at him. Really look at him.

“You deserve better than him. Or any other dickhead for that matter.”

“Jax-“

“No,” he stated firmly, holding her eyes. He didn’t let her interrupt – not this time. “I’m serious, Bella. No asshole deserves you. Unless they can give you the fucking moon, because that’s exactly what you deserve.”

Bella’s eyes filled with tears, and a brilliant smile spread across her face. Full dimples and everything. She let out a laugh, and Jax did the same, shaking his head in droll amusement.

“Thank you,” she murmured sincerely, going up on her tiptoes. She rested a hand softly against the side of his face, her lips pressing a soft, slow kiss to his cheek. She let her lips linger there for a moment, and Jax closed his eyes, relishing in the feeling of her mouth against his skin.

Breaking the moment, she pulled away, her fingers tugging on his earlobe in a playful manner. “C’mon, trouble maker. Take me home.”

                         ______________________________________________

 A FEW YEARS LATER

The heavy bass of the music filled the room, the strong scent of booze and cigarettes invading everyone’s senses. Laughter floated throughout the clubhouse, the night alive with possibility. It was Bella’s 21st birthday, and they were doing it up big. No one expected any less.

She was at the bar with Jax and Opie, bouncing on her toes as they all continued to down shots. She threw her 4th one to the back of her throat, placing the shot glass back on the bar with an excited laugh, her nose scrunching with the force of it. Opie coughed a little, chuckling at Bella’s excitement. It wasn’t as if she had never drank before, because she most definitely had. She was just ecstatic about what the night held for her.

“That’s how it’s done,” Jax’s grin was impossibly large as he looked at Bella.

Opie shook his head at his brother. It was as though neither of them even noticed the thing that was obvious to the rest of them. It had been obvious ever since high school, and nothing had changed. But they were all still left baffled as to why the hell the two crazy kids hadn’t gotten together yet.

Bella returned Jax’s grin at full wattage. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes practically beaming. She slapped her hand down on the bar, getting the bar tender’s attention. “Another round!”

“Take it easy there, tiger. Don’t want you passin’ out on us,” Jax joked, giving an appreciative nod to the bar tender as he sat their shots out in front of them.

“Don’t bring me down, Jackson,” Bella chastised, wagging her eyebrows. The three of them all downed yet another shot, their throats burning as the alcohol made its way down.

Opie brought a hand down on Bella’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze to get her attention. “I’m gonna talk to Chibs,” he lowly slurred, pressing a rough kiss to her temple before making his way across the room to the highly intoxicated Scott.

Bella diverted her attention to Jax now, biting down on her bottom lip in excitement.

“What’s the plan now, birthday girl?”

Bella tilted her head to the side, as though considering it. “Birthday present,” she finally said.

Birthday present?” Jax repeated.

She hummed in confirmation. “You said you’d give it to me today. So unless you forgot to get me something, I’m pretty sure you owe me a present, Teller.”

Jax let out a breath. “Yeah, okay. Fair enough.” He looked around the room, figuring their absence wouldn’t really be noticed if they left for a few minutes. “Follow me.”

He took her by the hand, both of them trying not to trip over their own feet and the other people crowding the clubhouse. Making their way to the dorm rooms, Jax pushed his way through the door to his room, tugging Bella in behind him. She squeezed his hand before letting go, looking around the room as though he had done something different with it. “Bring me back here to seduce me, Jax?”

Jax snorted, opening his bedside drawer and pulling out a small item that was wrapped in brown paper. “Was thinking about it. But I have some decency.”

Bella scoffed. “That’s news to me.”

He thrust the package in her direction, watching as she took it before sitting on the edge of the bed. Her bright green eyes flashed up to him, and he smiled in encouragement. Carefully ripping the paper away, a line formed between Bella’s eyebrows as the gift came into view. It was a beaten up copy of Catcher In The Rye. She looked up at Jax, as though waiting for an explanation.

He cleared his throat. “You were reading that the day I came back from Washington during senior year. You were lying out in the backyard of your old house, remember?” Bella nodded slowly, her lips parting before he continued. “It’s the exact copy. Had to dig through a few boxes of your old shit, but I managed to find it,” he laughed, rubbing a hand against the back of his neck. “Open it.”

Bella was already feeling a little dizzy by the sentiment of the gift, but she gingerly opened the cover, taking hold of the photo that fell out. It was a picture of her and Jax when they were just teenagers. She was wearing short levi cut-offs, and a white bikini top. He was dressed in a pair of baggy jeans, his torso bare. The two of them were leaning against a tree, basking in the shade of it. Her head was tilted back, her eyes closed. Jax’s head was turned to the side as he looked at her, an easy smile gracing his features. Bella let out a sad laugh, remembering that day. It was hotter than all hell, and the two of them had just got done doing some yard work for Gemma. Bella didn’t even know that this picture existed.

Flipping it over, she felt her stomach tighten. “Jackson and Bella, two dumb kids in love. Summer – 1994”

“Kinda crazy,” Jax chuckled after a few drawn out moments. Bella nodded dumbly, not really knowing what to say.

“Jackson –“ she started.

He held a hand up. “Don’t mention it. Really. We’re all good, darlin’.”

Bella’s responsive nod made both of them laugh. He was standing in front of her, and she tilted her head back to look at him. She scrunched her nose teasingly and Jax stuck his tongue out at her. She scoffed, rolling her eyes exaggeratedly as she hooked her fingers into his belt loops mindlessly. “You’re such a fucking child.”

“Oh yeah?” Jax challenged, taking a few unconscious steps forward as she tugged on his belt loops.

“Definitely,” Bella confirmed, the corners of her mouth twisting.

“Huh. Well I think you have the wrong idea, babe.”

“Maybe.”

Definitely.

They were both laughing, the alcohol catching up with them a little bit. Their laughter didn’t falter as they somehow seemed to get closer to each other, and before either one of them knew what was going on, Jax’s hands were on either side of her face, his lips only a whisper away from hers. The laughter died out a little, and Jax’s eyes were glued to Bella’s lush mouth.

“I think we might be a little drunk,” Bella mused lowly.

Jax swallowed. “Maybe.”

Definitely,” Bella corrected with a breathy laugh, touching her tongue to her upper lip.

“A little dizzy,” Jax commented, his thumb rubbing against her cheekbone.

“Lightheaded?”

“Yeah, that too.”

Bella gave a jerky nod, and suddenly, they were kissing. His lips were on hers, her bottom lip slotting between his as though that was where it was meant to be all along. Jax’s hands moved from the sides of her face to tangle into her soft hair, the action causing her to push her lips harder against his with a hungry little noise. He groaned, wanting nothing more than to coax the sound out of her again and again. He wasn’t even sure how they started kissing, or why, but it felt so fucking right. Like kissing her was what he should have been doing since the day he met her.

Breaking away from the kiss, Bella gasped, leaning her forehead against his. “Jax,” she started breathlessly, words failing her.

“Kiss me, Bella,” he spoke lowly, his eyes still closed, his breathing shallow. “Just a little longer. Please,” he murmured, the sound of his voice not doing great things for her self-control.

She had handfuls of his t-shirt, and her grip tightened momentarily. She shook her head. “We can’t.”

“Don’t say that,” he rasped. “Don’t say that.”

“Jax,” she whispered, her heart beating erratically. “We can’t do this.”

His eyes finally opened, his blue irises filled with a certain desperation. “Yes we can.”

“I’m leaving soon, and –“

“I’ll go with you,” he interrupted, as though it was the simplest thing in the world.

“No,” Bella stated softly. He wasn’t thinking straight. She knew that. “You can’t. You have to stay here. The club is in your blood,” she practically recited, hating the way the words tasted on her lips. But the flirt on their breath and the passion between them almost made it seem like a real possibility, if only for a moment.

“Stay then,” he breathed. “Stay.”

“Jackson,” she said around the lump in her throat. “I can’t. I can’t stay here.”

Her statement brought both of them back to the harsh reality of what their lives really were. Jax slowly pulled away, straightening his back and adjusting his kutte. Bella gazed up at him, tears standing out in her eyes. She hated this. This wasn’t the goodbye she wanted to give him. This isn’t the way she expected to leave things.

“I know,” he finally said, a small, sad smile turning up the corners of his lips. “I know you can’t.”

This town had brought her too much pain. Too much heart-ache. She had so much ahead of her in life, and he would always resent himself a little if he was the reason she decided to stay in this dead-end town. He couldn’t do that to her. He loved her too much. She stood up from the bed, straightening out her shirt and running a hand through her long hair. Their eyes met – green against blue – and the air around them seemed to get lighter. Almost simultaneously, they both let out loud laughs, as if the whole situation was the most ridiculous thing ever.

Bella pressed her hands to her flushed face, shaking her head at the whole fucking thing. How typical.

When their laughter finally died down, Jax flashed her a charming grin. “You’ll call me everyday, right?”

“Everyday. I’ll call you so often that you’ll get sick of me after the first month.”

“Unlikely.”

“Guess we’ll have to see about that, Teller.”

                           ________________________________________

 5 YEARS LATER

Bella stepped off the plane, her hands already beginning to shake. It had been a long time. Too long. But all the shit that had happened in the last five years didn’t seem to matter right now, because she was back in Charming. Back in the town she wasn’t sure she’d ever see again. She hadn’t even talked to Jax, her old best friend, in a little over a year. He had gotten caught up with all of the club shit, and they just ended up falling out of touch. As sad as it was, Bella forced herself to not think about it as much as she once did. It was the past, and she knew there was no real point in making herself sad about it any longer. She was back in Charming for a reason, and spending time worrying about Jax Teller wasn’t that reason.

When she had all of her luggage and was in the taxi she had called to take her to the motel she was going to be staying in, she exhaled an exhausted breath, leaning her forehead against the cool glass of the window while letting her eyes slip closed. Bella didn’t know what her visit to Charming had in store for her, but she could only try to prepare herself for the worst. 

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 An old blue ’67 Impala pulled into the parking lot of Teller-Morrow, catching Jax’s attention. The old car reminded him of high school. It was the car that Bella’s mom used to drive. He hadn’t really seen her around since Bella left all those years ago, but he never really thought to go check in with her. He didn’t want to be reminded of Bella - to be reminded of losing her.

Watching the car with wary eyes, Jax nearly choked on his own spit when he saw the woman with familiar long brown hair step out into the lot. She was wearing a baggy green sweatshirt, and a pair of slightly distressed jeans. She turned her head in the direction of the garage, as if she was looking for someone. When he saw her face, Jax felt like the wind had been knocked out of him.  She was just as beautiful as she was the day she left Charming.

Before his brain could catch up with his feet, Jax found himself walking her way, his eyes locked on her. He was sure she hadn’t noticed him yet, because she was looking towards the clubhouse with that line between her brows.

Jax’s throat felt like it was full of cotton. When he was only just a few feet in front of her, the sound of his footsteps finally caught her attention. Her eyes snapped to him, and Jax’s heart nearly ached at the wave of nostalgia that washed over him at the sight of her warm green eyes.

Instead of making things awkward, Bella offered him a small grin. “Hey, stranger.”

Jax swallowed. “Hey, trouble maker,” he shot back, the exchange making his heart ache even more than it had been before. He rubbed his knuckles against his chest, willing for it to go away.

“How’ve you been?”

“I’ve – uh – I’ve been pretty good.”

Bella raised a brow, her eyes flicking to the patch on his kutte that read V. President. “I can see that.”

“Right. It’s not a big deal or anything,” Jax dismissed half-heartedly.

She let out a laugh, the sound making Jax’s heart jump in his chest. “Don’t give me that shit. The club was all you ever wanted. I’m happy for you,” she trailed off, her mind going back to the night of her 21st birthday when they had almost this same conversation. The club was in his blood.

“Why are you back in town?” He asked, unable to contain himself. He had to know if she was just visiting or if she was back for good.

Bella looked down at the keys she held in her hands, fidgeting with them a little. “My mom is getting pretty bad. Had to come see her. Arrange some things.”

Jax felt like shit. He didn’t even know that her mom was sick. What the hell was wrong with him? “I’m sorry,” he said sincerely. He reached out to place a hand on her shoulder, both of their eyes following his hand. The contact made Bella want to wrap herself in the safety of him and never come out.

Shaking out of that state of mind, Bella waved her hand. “Don’t even worry about it. I actually, um, came here for Opie.”

That shocked Jax. “Opie?”

“Yeah,” Bella laughed, as though she couldn’t really believe it either. “We’ve kind of been talking lately. Said he’d come down to the hospital with me. My mom is more than excited to see him,” she rolled her eyes good-naturedly.

“Oh,” Jax said dumbly, for lack of better things to say. “Well he’s just back in the clubhouse. You can go in if you want.”

Bella offered him a stunning smile. “Thanks Jax.”

As she walked in the other direction, Jax kicked himself for not saying anything else. “Bel?” He called out to her.

She stopped, looking at him over her shoulder, waiting for him to continue.

“Wanna get a drink later? Catch up?”

She seemed to consider his offer for a moment before nodding. “Yeah. Sounds good.”

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 “There’s no way!” Bella laughed loudly, pressing the back of her hand to her mouth.

“Wish I was joking,” Jax chuckled, circling his finger around the rim of his beer bottle.

“Too bad I wasn’t there,” she came down from her laughing fit, taking a sip of her own beer.

“Yeah,” Jax’s sad eyes met hers momentarily. “Too bad.”

There was a moment of silence that stretched between them. Everything that they hadn’t said in the last 5 years seemed to come to the front of their minds. So many unspoken words, so many lost hopes.

The corners of Bella’s mouth twisted, and she looked away. “It’s getting kind of late. I should get going.”

Jax ran a hand over his hair before rubbing the back of his neck. “Probably a good idea. Where’re you staying?”

“Some shit hole motel right at the edge of town,” Bella scoffed, standing up and shrugging on the black hoodie she had brought with her.

“Want me to follow you over?” He offered, not liking the idea of her staying in some shady motel that wasn’t even close by.

“You my bodyguard now, Teller?”

He shrugged a shoulder. “Might be a good gig. God knows how much trouble you get yourself into.”

Bella laughed. “I guess that’s fair.”

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They slowly made their way up the stairs, talking and exchanging dumb stories. Seeing Bella’s bright smile and hearing her contagious laughter after all these years made it feel like Jax had never even been apart from her. Not even for a second.

The two of them finally made it to the door of her room, and Bella pulled the room key out of her pocket, leaning her shoulder against the doorframe. “It was good seeing you, Jax,” she said, goodbye heavy on her breath.

Jax tried not to look as disappointed as he felt. “Yeah, Bel. Always a pleasure.”

“Such a gentlemen,” she mocked.

“For you? Always,” Jax teased. But there was something else behind his words. Something that made both of them ache with longing.

Bella diverted her eyes. “Maybe I’ll see you around sometime. When the stars align and all that.”

Jax cracked a grin. “Sure, darlin’. I’ll be seeing you.”

With that, she slid her room key into the slot of the doorknob, turning the handle when the light turned green. Jax gave her a short nod before turning away, making his way back towards the staircase. He hated this. Hated that she had to leave again. Hated that he wasn’t doing something. The sudden thought stopped him in his tracks. He wasn’t letting this shit happen again. No. He had gone without her for too fucking long.

He turned back around, taking fast steps in her direction. She was only half way into her room when he made it to her. He placed a hand on the back of her neck, the other one going to her hip, and suddenly, his lips were on hers. The kiss was hot and languid, their lips moving together slowly. It brought back everything that they had been feeling from the very beginning, and suddenly they were both dumb kids again. Dumb kids in love.

Bella’s hands grasped the front of his kutte, tugging him further into her, and he let out a low noise of pleasure.

As fast as it started, it stopped, Bella parting their locked lips with a shuttered breath. “Jax-“

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” Jax interrupted, ignoring whatever she was about to say. It wasn’t important. And he didn’t want her saying those things that she said all those years ago. He wanted this. Needed this. He shook his head in a rush. “I’ve thought that since our first day of high school. You came over to the house, pissed off that your favorite pair of Chuck Taylor’s had a hole in them,” he cut himself off with a choked laugh. “You were so worried about your damn shoes that you didn’t even notice you had dirt on your cheek,” he swiped his thumb across her cheek as though he was reliving the memory. “I reached over to wipe it off and you smiled at me. It was the most beautiful thing that I had ever seen.” He clenched his jaw, shaking his head. “Don’t leave again. Don’t.”

Bella’s eyes were filled with tears waiting to spill out. “I love you,” she whispered, so low that he almost didn’t even hear her. Nothing else in that moment seemed to matter. The years seemed to melt away. Bella didn’t care about anything else. Didn’t care about her problems, or what the future was going to bring. What mattered was that moment. Nothing but that moment.

A blinding smile transformed Jax’s face at her words, and he let out a watery chuckle. “God,” he breathed. “I love you too. I love you so fucking much.”

With that, they were kissing again, the world around them disappearing.

All Went Quiet, A Vision Appeared

  Author’s Note: This was @ninallthatjazz‘s idea, so you can thank her! I’m dumb and accidentally deleted part of this twice or it would’ve been up yesterday :,-) This is disgustingly fluffy but w/e, love is my kink ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ also: who allowed me to name things??? 

 Anyways Phil’s an art student and he gets frustrated trying to draw anatomy so Dan offers to life model for him, then there’s smut lmao  (2k words) 

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can we talk about shawn’s hair?

it’s so soft and bouncy and just looks like i could honestly live in it forever. 

like he’d definitely let you do stupid stuff with it and try and put it in little baby pigtails or something because he secretly just loves when you play with his hair. but when you’d try to take a pic of your work, he’d cover up his face and whine about how “i look dumb” and make you delete any photo evidence that it ever happened. 

his HATS LETS TALK ABOUT HIS HATS. the beanies kill me but seeing him in a beanie is so rare that i haven’t been able to fully develop my obsession. but the dad hats… the dad hats are another story. 

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I'll Get Over This in a Lily Bit

@inell | AO3Hey inell! Just wanted to let you know that I love your work and I think you’re super awesome! I was thrilled to see you were my secret santa. I really hope you like your gift! Happy holidays :) - @voubledision

So Derek has been Stiles’ number uno enemy since like day ONE okay nothing aggravates him more than seeing Derek’s dumb jock pretty boy face every morning of every day of high school. In fact, Stiles hates that fucker SO much that he’s been on a quest to give Derek the most fucked up flower bouquets for his girlfriend that secretly mean “I hate your guts” or “you smell like a toilet” or whatever.


So here’s the thing. Stiles hates Derek Hale’s guts.

And no, not “hate” his guts where he could probably (probably not?) learn to be civil and talk to him about the weather and shit and pass the time this way until they graduate to never see each other again. No, Stiles HATES Derek Hale. Hates him and his merry band of jocky cocky assholes he calls friends. Hated him since the day he and his moronic band of friends broke into his mother’s flower shop for kicks and ruined her hydrangeas. That shit was hard to grow alright? His mother LOVED those things and when Stiles had walked into the shop the next day he had to stare in horror at the dirt left on the ground and the crushed flowers that were left on the ground by Derek Hale’s ugly gigantic feet.

(It was at this point in the story that Scott stopped him to make an UNNECESSARY comment about the size of a man’s feet and Stiles had to kick Scott to stop him from laughing so hard.)

There was nothing more that he wanted than to walk up to Derek Hale’s face and stuff a Venus fly trap down his tight pants. Would he even be able to fit anything else in there??? How did he walk in those things anyway—

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excentricanthropologist  asked:

At their wedding Jesse def does a fully choreographed dance with his groomsmen. Probably to something rly dumb, like "Save a Horse Ride a Cowboy" or some shit. Hanzo is so fucking red throughout the whole thing but he's also howling with laughter cause it's so silly and fun and THAT'S HIS HUSBAND.

FOR FUCKS SAKE 
Who do you think dances with him? You think Genji? I think Genji for sure, and then probably Lena. Lucio would be DJing and Hana would record the whole thing on her phone. It’s just Hanzo on a chair with a bright red face laughing like a love sick fool thinknig wow this is my idiot husband I chose this. It would be beautiful and a disaster.

do you think that even initially went into the bathroom to talk to isak? and hes prepping himself in the mirror. and then. this dumb boy with his messy hair and his cute face comes out of the stall. and even just. panics. he doesnt know how talk. so he just fuckin, he starts grabbing paper towels. and hes doing the thing with his eyebrow, tryna be cute. and he still doesn’t know what to say, until hes used the last paper towel. and then, like the suave boy he is, offers it to isak. and then bolts out of the bathroom.

bigbunnimal  asked:

Hello sweetie, I'm not sure if anyone has prompted you with Eyelashes and Heart for the Valentine's drabble prompt, so I guess I'm doing it :3 As you have very accurately commented that it was evil of me to ask for fluff with the angtsiest " I love you", I hope you''ll humor me and make the two prompts into one drabble. Please know that this is just me being my dumb and teasing self and you are under no obligation to do so. Anything you can give me is already gold in my eyes. Love u!

(I have done eyelashes before. But like… I do like a challenge. Also you’re evil and I love you)

“You have a little…” John starts, but then gives up the sentence in the middle to reach forward to swipe his thumb delicately on Harold’s cheek.

“Did I have ink on my face?” He grimaces, turning towards him a little more. They are both sitting on a bench under the bridge- their bench. It was Harold’s idea to celebrate their first Valentine’s Day together at the place where they met for the first time.

“No. Something better. Hold out your hand.”

“My hand?” Harold asks, incredulous.

At John’s nod, Harold extends his hand, palm up. John gently flips it, and nudges Harold to curl in his fingers. When he places the eyelash he is holding between his index finger and thumb on the soft skin at the back of the Harold’s hand, is when understanding dawns on his face.

“Mr. Reese, must you insist on acting like an adolescent all the time?” Harold sighs, but the twitching of his lips give his amusement away.

“Make a wish Harold.” When he gets a glare in response, he cajoles, “Please. It’s Valentine’s day.”

His partner deflates a little at that, and closes his eyes. “Just for the record, this is utter nonsense,” he complains before taking a deep breath, pursing his lips and blowing a soft gust of air out. The hair flies away, taking the unspoken wish along with it, ostensibly to communicate it with the deities unseen.

“What did you wish for?” John asks, curious and excited.

“Isn’t it customary not to reveal what one wishes on the fallen eyelash?” Harold asks, his tone sarcastic.

“Come on Harold. Please. It’s…”

“Let me guess. It’s Valentine’s day.”

“Yeah.” John grins, unashamedly.

Harold’s face grows serious, and he scoots a little closer. “Can’t you guess?”

John could… but he wants to hear it anyway. Harold’s seems to understand because he moves his hand until it’s lying on John’s chest. “I wished for your heart,” he says, and smiles. He must’ve been able to feel the way it quickened at his words.

“Oh Harold.” John places his own hand over Harold’s, “It’s already yours.”

“Then I have no wish for anything else.” He looks into his eyes, his expression bleeding sincerity.

John presses the Harold’s palm a little harder against his chest, trying to push it in and let Harold touch what he already owns, and feel it how it beats for him.

A round of applause for dumb and dumber, here to steal your mana balls and stop you from moving when the boss is about to backhand you

Nah just kidding I love these idiots they’re a surprisingly lovable team, Marcassin came in so late to the game that I actually couldn’t bring myself to switch either of them out for him even if I want to constantly backhand Esther during battles

Also I felt bad for not drawing Oliver so 

there problem solved

“Hey Jimin hyung.”

“Hmm.”

“Hyung.”

“Yes Jungkook-ah.”

“Are you almost done with your homework?”

Jimin turned around from his study table to look at Jungkook who was sprawled out like a starfish on the bed.

“Kook I literally started like 10 minutes ago. How am I supposed to be done that fast?”

Jungkook groaned before saying, “But you’re so smart hyung!”

“And you’re still dumb as a rock my love. Now shush and let me finish this,” Jimin muttered turning back around.

“But hyuuuungg~,” Jungkook whined. “Can you just take a break? Please?”

Jimin turned around for the second time and felt himself smiling as he saw Jungkook’s doe eyed puppy dog face. He gave him a wry grin and tapped his pencil against his chin.

“Should I?” he questioned.

“Come on hyung! Would you rather do homework, or me?”

Nearly falling off his chair, Jimin yelled “JUNGKOOK”

The realization of his words hit Jungkook and he blushed furiously covering his face with his hands.

“OH MY GOD HYUNG, I DIDN’T MEAN-”

Jimin looked him square in the eyes with a smirk on his face before professing, “you.”

Love Struck

Originally posted by thearchitectwwe

Pairing: Finn Balor x Reader

GIF Credit: ^^

Warnings: Hella fluffy

Rating: PG-13

A/N: I got this from an anon: “Finn Balor request here! Could u do one where reader and Finn are both madly in love but they don’t talk to each other and every time that Finn try to talk with her she leave cause he make her so nervous she’s afraid of acting like a fool….. Does this even make sense? P.S I love your blog!!!!!!!!!!!!” It might be a little short so I’m sorry about that!


The moment you heard his voice your stomach flipped. That Irish accent was so distinct. You could hear it from across the world, probably. “Earth to y/n,” Bayley waved her hand in front of your face. You hadn’t realized that you had a dumb ass smile on your face until she poked at your cheeks. You batted her hand away, rolling your eyes. “Go talk to him.” You looked at her, eyes widening.

“Bayley no!” She rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips. Finn turned around the corner and your heart started beating faster. You sipped your coffee, trying to hide the blush on your cheeks. Bayley looked from you to Finn and then started walking toward him. Your whole body tensed up. “Bayley!” you hissed, hoping that she would turn around and come back to you. She didn’t. She grabbed Finn’s wrist and pulled him to you. At least he was blushing as much as you were. She stopped when Finn was standing basically on top of you, making you take a step back. “Hi,” you stuttered, cringing away from the sound. Finn smiled but you could see his hand shaking just slightly. Bayley looked from him to you and then started to slip away. You had to go before she did, you were going to make a fool of yourself if you stayed. “I’m sorry, I gotta go.” You turned and left before either of them could stop you. You heard someone running after you.

“Girl where are you going?” You turned to look at Bayley, she looked exasperated. Looking around, you saw that the coast was clear and you could talk to her.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, “I just can’t do it. I don’t want to myself look like an idiot. I really like him,” you rubbed the back of your neck, “might even love him.” Your face felt like it was on fire as you said it. Bayley smiled and leaned in closer to you.

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My Top 10 Favorite Things About The New Ghostbusters Movie

Because apparently I like telling Tumblr my 10 favorite things about nerd movies.

1.     Kate McKinnon. I mean, I could probably leave it there. But I no longer see her and call her “That one SNL girl”. Because she is queen. And seriously, her face. In every. Single. Frame. I swear her face is made of rubber. Like, her expressions are fantastic! I’ve finally found Buster Keaton’s opposite. And somehow I still love both of them.

2.     Chris Hemsworth being a dumb blonde. Okay, so I know I’m like, way behind on the times here. But I’ve honestly never really thought Chris was attractive. Like, I didn’t think he was unattractive I was just like, “Meh. Doesn’t do it for me.” And I swear I’m not attracted to his dumb-ness. I think I’m attracted to the fact that I saw him and was prejudice and thought “Buff, blonde, action guy. He’s got to be a tool.” But tools aren’t okay with making fun of themselves. And the fact that he’s literally playing a reverse-gender-stereotype-dumb-blonde makes me sort of love him. The glasses don’t hurt either. And maybe I’ve just discovered his smile. It’s not my fault! I was blinded by prejudice before!

3.     All the nods to the original movies and the cameos. Seriously, all the people who are mad that they’re rebooting Ghostbusters. Seriously? The original cast is behind this reboot! They support it. And they made all these nods to the old movies. They kept the movie sort of cheesy and goofy like the first two were and didn’t try to action it up to grab the attention of a modern audience. That movie is totally 80s/90s but with better graphics. And it was loaded with Easter Eggs. And I love them for that.

4.     Just Kristen Wiig in general. I mean, I already loved her. But this just made me love her more.

5.     All four of those little weirdos. I’m so glad they made these characters so real and relatable and dimensional. This wasn’t “Let’s make Ghostbusters, but with women!”. Because that would be cheap, and it would feel cheap and flat. And I would have hated this movie if it felt like they were pandering to a female audience to pacify feminists or whatever people think they were trying to do with this movie. They just made an awesome movie with flawed, crazy characters who just happened to be female. And it was awesome and flawless. It so easily could have been, “Ghostbusters but with women!” but it wasn’t. It was just “Ghostbusters”.

6.     The ghosts. I mean, I know they were cartoon-y but I loved them. The movie stayed sort of light and didn’t go full-on The Conjuring. And that made it feel like the originals :)

7.     The five billion one-liners. Particularly from Chris Hemsworth. And his inability to answer the phone.

8.     Kristen Wiig’s face every time Chris Hemsworth was in the room. And Melissa McCarthy attempting to rein her in.

9.     Patty being a genuinely nice, concerned human being. She wasn’t a scientist like the others. She just wanted to help out. And even in a crappy job where people ignored her, she still tried to be nice. And that’s so rare.

10.  Patty saying, “Nothing in here. Just a room full of nightmares.” About the room full of mannequins. Because FINALLY a character in a scary movie who does and says what any normal human being would say.

**And bonus. The scene after the credits :)

kangaroo-

As I right this, tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. And I’m not gonna be spending it with you.

But I wish I could. You deserve love, E, whether it’s platonic or romantic or familial. Whatever you feel towards me, that’s the love I’ll give you.

phantom-

I know you keep telling me to dump him. But, S, it’s so hard to do it face to face. It seems so easy when he’s not around. But as soon as I see him smile his dumb goofy smile it’s so hard for me to take that away.

Maybe I do need a wingman. I’d be honored if you’d be it.

But I’ll give him a week. If nothing changes after Valentine’s Day, then I’m done.

bee-

I’m sad to say that I have very little to say to you.

Well, actually, that’s a lie.

I adore how excited you can be over such little things. I’m in awe of how smart you can be for your age, I never could have given your advice when I was your age.

You’re another one that keeps telling me to drop my lazy bum of a boyfriend. You and phantom are two of many. I promise I will, I know I will, eventually.

chai-

I miss you so much. I’m so glad you got away from your parents.

I hope you and your new roommate have a great Valentine’s Day.

You deserve the best, you yeehaw.

-babbit

P.S. I love you guys so much, I don’t know if I could’ve made it to 2017 without you.

okay but please can we talk about how adorable sleepy stiles is? like one day in the future when lydia and stiles share an apartment together and it’s really cold outside and stiles is out late and comes home when lydia’s already in her pyjamas in the livingroom watching a movie and he’s so tired and so glad to be with her again so he just flops on the couch and snuggles to her, his limbs tangling everywhere completely entrapping her and she starts to protest bc he’s cold form the outside and dirty from the whole day but he just buries his face into her neck and mumbles something about how warm and comfy she is and then his lips brush her collarbone when he sighs happily and lydia can’t help but smile because her dumb boyfriend is so damn adorable and she loves him so much and even though the position they’re in will get really uncomfortable real soon she doesn’t care a bit so she just strokes his hair as he falls asleep and idk okay i have a lot of emotions rn okay good night

its officially been a year since i made a post like this and people are still nasty to luke for no general reason. despite the fact that he is so good to us. he was just on a nine month tour, sang and played his heart out for us every night even when he was sick and not once has complained because he’s so dedicated to what he does and you can tell when he’s on stage his whole heart and every ounce of passion he has in him is put in to his performing but even if that’s not good enough for 5sos fans, he THEN makes a public snapchat so he can update us on his little adventures when hes on break and try to make us laugh with his dumb faces and hes so active on there bc its safer than twitter and y'all still complain…i don’t get how you can’t see the great love he has for us even while he has so much pressure on him from every corner of his life, weighing on him like a huge fucking rock. and yet he hasn’t given up on us or what he loves, despite the weight of everything tied to his ankles- he trudges through. he’s one of the fucking strongest and bravest people i know for that. all he wants is to share his happiness with us and make us feel happy through music and i would fight to keep that love he has for us there before his own “fans” ruin it.

You’re short.
  • He would definitely use your height to his advantage.
  • One of Calum’s favorite things would be picking you up and sitting you down on the counter.
  • When your little legs couldn’t keep up, he’d squat down and just give you a piggy back ride.
  • “Calum I can’t reach…”
  • Him standing behind you and grabbing what was too high up.
  • Using you as an arm rest.
  • When you’re ignoring him, he would take your phone and hold it above your head.
  • “Kiss me and you can have it back.”
  • Him squeezing your ass to make you jump slightly when you kiss.
  • Dumb names like, “Shortie” “Short stuff”
  • He would love the fact you practically drowned in his clothes.
  • He would so be more protective around large crowds so he wouldn’t lose you.
  • “I’m going to need to buy you a step stool when I leave.”
  • “Shut up.”
  • LOTS of forehead kisses.
  • Cuddle’s would be the best because you could easily curl up into his chest.
  • Hugs where your face is buried into his torso.
  • If any of the other boys picked on you, he’d get slightly ticked because “only he can.”
  • HE WOULD SO MAKE A FUN SIZED JOKE.
  • He would just love how he towers over you.
  • “Don’t climb the counter y/n I got it.”
  • Because of your height standing sex would happen where he picks you up so your legs wrap around his hips as he pounds into you.
  • When you couldn’t see over crowds he’d over to put you on his shoulders.
ERERI AU

Where eren is a youtuber and a contorsionist and he uploads videos about challenges, exercise and contorsionism things and his boyfriend Levi is a youtuber too that makes videos doing advices and recommendations about activities, etc. And one day Eren just has the idea of doing the Yoga challenge  ,which is a really funny challenge, with Levi since both are in a good shape. And they try different poses going from easy to difficult and Levi is always stunned but how flexible his boyfriend is and he can’t keep his hands from him during all the video, so Eren is all the time “Stoooop iiiit” with a not very manly voice.
I don’t have to say that their subscribers love the video and call him cute, and even Kuchel and Carla watch the video with a dumb smile on their faces because their babies are so happy together.

I can’t end my prompts without being a fucking cheesy sap I’m not sorry.
But I would absolute love reading this since I’ve been watching videos about the yoga challenge and it’s so sweet and funny to see, I recommend you, you won’t be able to stop smiling.