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There’s Nothing Holding Us Back (Part. 1/?) | Jeff Atkins

Originally posted by a-lovesweet

Pairing : Jeff Atkins x Reader

Words : 1532

A/N: This is my first imagine ever so please be gentle, i’m french so excuse me if i made some mistakes i tried my best :) I decided to pick Jeff because i clearly had a crush on him since the first time i saw him in 13RW and we all agree HE DESERVED BETTER. I will try to write other imagine about him and the rest of the cast so send me some requests if you want. And for this one, there will be probably 4 parts I guess :)

Enjoy and spread love

- Mathilde :) xx




You’ve been watching every details of your reflection in the mirror since ten minutes, just to find something that you could change. Something you could improve. If your shirt was good enough, even though it probably is the seventh that you tried. You know Jeff will arrive in about thirty minutes but you didn’t even decided about what you will wear tonight. There are must be fifteen different outfits scattered in your room, proving your indecision.

“Whatever you’re wearing, he will like you.” You can’t help but jump when you hear your best friend’s voice, Clay. He’s leaning on the door, still wearing his favorite hoodie. You didn’t even hear the doorbell or Clay climbing the stairs because you were too focused on your flaws. You smile at him while he’s sitting on the edge of you bed, where luckily there weren’t any clothes. “I’m sorry, Clay. I didn’t notice you were here.” His lips stretch in a mocking smile. “That’s what I’ve seen.”

You let yourself fall beside him, completly desesperate. You known him since seven months but he has quickly become someone very important for you. It was him who’s been charged to show you the Liberty High the day you arrived. You just couldn’t be far from each other since that day. All of your afternoons spent together in the library allowed you two to found out common grounds. Especially Comics. Being a big fan of Marvel, particurlarly the Winter Soldier, you just couldn’t let him criticise Bucky Barnes - who clearly deserved better. And the bound become wider.

He can do something for you. He can help you with Jeff. He knows him, right ? Plus, Clay has been talking with him about Hannah. You were hoping that the baseball player could have told him what he likes in girls. “I just can’t make a choice. It’s like I can’t get dressed anymore.” He giggles at what you said and you let your head laid on his shoulder. A bra suddenly appears in front of your face and Clay shakes it. “You really want to get it on with him, huh ?” You try to push him on the floor than laugh with him. “Fuck off, Jensen.”

“I just can’t understand why you’re so scared about this date. He has seen you without makeup, all sweaty and with your awful morning face.” You stick out your tongue at him. He’s not wrong but he just can not understand. Even though all of your gym class didn’t scare Jeff, you still wanted to be the prettiest girl in his eyes. “Look Clay, boys can only wear a jean and they still appear to be handsome. But girls need to feel beautiful, desired by guys. Get it ?” 

“Yes, but…” He’s been shutted by the ringbell. Of course, it’s Hannah who goes into your room, smiling. “Hello, Y/N. Hi, Helmet.” You give her a smile while Clay was just blushing. He blushed even more when she sat next to him. He can make fun of your sexy underwear but his reaction everytime Hannah is around him is a lot more funny. The poor guy loses confidence and becomes all nervous. You really have to do something to help these lovebirds. “You both wanted to stress me even more, don’t you ?” 

“Helmet called me. And the situation is worst than I expected.” You turn to Clay who is smart enough to understand your question. “Your brother. He saw how much you seemed to be lost and since your parents aren’t home, he called me.” It’s as if you didn’t have anyone but Clay as a friend. Although, this is not totally false. But there are also Tony and Skye with whom you get on well.

And there’s Hannah. A new student like you with whom you created a true friendship since you helped each other in physics class. You tried to talk with other students like the famous groupe friends of Justin Foley but you didn’t appreciate the way they treated Hannah. So you prefered hang out with the “biggest ass” of the school instead of completly douchebags.

“What Jeff told you about your date ?” Clay is trying to reassure you making conversation with you while Hannah has her head in your closet. She really wants to help you. “Barely nothing.” you respond. She hands you a navy blue blouse that goes up to your neck, one of your favorite shirt. “Wear this one. It suits you well and I’m sure, he’ll fall for you.” Just before putting it on, you turn to Clay so that he looks somewhere else. Of course, he has seen you in swimsuit at Bryce’s parties — where you forced him to go with you — but it wasn’t the same thing as underwear. Hannah is helping you to zip up in the back and as she said, you looked pretty cute wearing this shirt.

Jeff has to pick you up at 7, you only have 8 minutes to finish preparing you — you still have to do your makeup and put on some perfume then pick out you shoes. “Don’t you have work tonight ?” You didn’t pay attention until now but they are helping you instead of working at Cresmont. “There are two new and young employees who wanted to prove they can handle the job.“ Perfect. They can see each other anywhere else than the Cresmont or the school. 

You know how to do your makeup so it only takes you 5 minutes to do it. Of course, even a date won’t separate you from your eternal pairs of Nike. All covered with little drawings from Clay, Hannah and even Jeff. There’s also a little smiley with cross eyes from Justin Foley — he made it at the first party you came at the start of the year. Your favorite one will always be the one from Tony, two little laurel leaving on each side of your shoes.* But above all, you take his letterman jacket that he gave you after one of his baseball games. From this moment, you’ve had a big sign above your head saying “Taken by Jeff Atkins. Don’t touch”. And you kind of liked that. Getting you rid of assholes like Monty de le Cruz. And you were considered being more than just a friend to him.

“What are you going to do after I go ?” You give Clay a chance to propose her to do something together. “Maybe watch a movie ?” You were praying that Clay make the first step but Jeff decided to distract you from your goal. He has the chance you like him a lot because you totally could ask him to come back later.

You froze in the middle of your room while it feels like your heart will come out of your chest. “Shit. I wasn’t ready. I’m not ready. I can’t…” Okay, you’re gonna pee on yourself in about two seconds. “Shut up, Y/N. Everything will be alright. Just take a breath and calm down.” Clay wasn’t the type of guy to swear. But you knew that when he does it, it was because something particularly affected him. He was the calm one between you two. “C'mon, Y/N. It’s not as if it was Sebastian Stan** who was here to pick you up. It’s just Jeff Atkins. But for fuck’s sake, it’s still Jeff Atkins.”

“Now, stand up and join your boy.” he pursued. You give them a quick hug. “Thank you, guys.” Just before you step out of the room, Hannah took your hand, looking deep in yours eyes. “Please. Do not miss this chance.” You smile at her, thinking of all the times she pushed you and Jeff to recognize your feelings. Jeff was having a chat with your brother about the next baseball game. They were in the same team and you were relieved to know that they get along well. Your brother knew how kind and gentle was Jeff so there was no problem with you two hanging out.

They stop their conversation as you make your way to them. He’s wearing a white t-shirt highlighting his suntanned skin. God, he’s beautiful. “You ready to go ?” You can’t help but feel a little hurt because he didn’t say anything. Even if you’re just wearing a shirt with a pair of pants and you had his jacket, you were still hoping he would say something. “Yep. We can go.” You give a kiss to your brother just before leaving and following Jeff to his car.

“I didn’t want to make you feel unconfortable by making this in front of your little brother and Clay and Hannah who were clearly spying us but…” He’s looking at you with his beautiful smile. His legendary smile that makes all the girls fall in love with him. He’s running his hand across your face to your lips, caressing it with his thumb. Then presses it while your heart is beating more and more.

“You’re absolutely gorgeous.” He kisses you a few millimeters next to your lips, just where his thumb was. Even though he didn’t kiss you, the contact of his lips on your cheek totally electrified your all body. Jeff then took your hand and didn’t let it go until you arrived. 



*so I was thinking about harry styles’ tattoo for this drawing.

**he’s the one who plays Bucky Barnes (The Winter Soldier) in Captain America.

Bar Troubles

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Title: Bar Troubles

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,020

Warnings: fluffish

A/N: This was requested by @flufy07! I hope you all enjoy! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3<3

When you first dated Dean, the two of you argued over the smallest things.  Now that you had been dating the elder Winchester for a year and a half, you didn’t have as many quarrels.  However, today was one of those days where you did argue.  It was best to separate yourself from Dean when the two of you got into a heated argument.  You both needed to cool off.

You walked to a local bar that was close to the bunker.  You didn’t want Dean to worry about you, even if you were upset with him right now.  You padded into the building, immediately going up to the bar and ordering a beer.

As you took a swig of your beer, your eyes landed on the billiard table just feet from you.  A group of college frat boys were playing pool.  They were all making googly eyes at you, sizing you up from head to toe.  Dean did teach you how to hustle pool, it would be a shame to waste his teachings.  You pushed away from the bar’s counter, sauntering over to the pool table.

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[Tony wakes in bed with Bucky, wearing a ring on his finger - gets out of bed]

Tony: Oh, okay, okay, wake up, wake up.

Bucky: Morning.

Tony: Wake up. Would you please look at your left hand, please?

Bucky: What?

Tony: Please!

[Bucky sees a ring on his hand then Tony’s]

Bucky: Oh, would you look at that. Oh, you got one, too.

Tony: Barnes, did we get married last night?

Bucky: Yes, I have a feeling we did. The details are still a little bit fuzzy but the groom was striking in his snazzy tuxedo and… you’re not happy.

Tony: Do I look happy?

Bucky: It’s hard to say. I mean, because you never seem to be happy around me and…

Tony: Oh, it’s all coming back. We gotta find the guy who did this and tell him that we didn’t mean it.

Bucky: But I did mean it.

Tony: Of course you didn’t, how could you? You don’t want to be married to me!

anonymous asked:

I'm so ugly but this fuckboi told me he liked me and I have no idea how to feel. Like I don't know if it's a prank and it makes me so anxious to think that a boy would like me I'm so awkward

Hun if he’s the type of guy that doesn’t treat women right or doesn’t treat you right, steer clear of him.

You are way too good for him! You deserve your own Sebastian Stan who will treat you right and have the best intentions for you! 💕💕

OKAY BUT IS THIS SONYAKHOV OR WHAT????

like dolokhov is totally checking sonya out but sonya is just ignoring him cuz she’s with another guy and dolokhov is like “WHO ARE YOU WITH” and you can literally feel his jealousy through the photo like

IF THAT AINT SONYAKHOV

i now ship it even more than i used to
and that’s saying a lot bc ive been in sonyakhov rarepair hell for several months now and i’m still not over them.

Mabel is ESFJ?

WARNING: GRAVITY FALLS SPOILERS INCLUDED

There’s been a lot of resistance to my typing of Mabel Pines from Gravity Falls as an ESFJ. Most arguments center around her as an ENFP, an Ne-dom, or simply that she’s not ‘serious’ enough to be an SJ. Let me lay out my arguments for ESFJ once and for all, just for clarity’s sake.

1. Mabel is not an Fi user.

Mabel’s feelings are focused outwards. When does she keep her feelings bottled on the inside, like Stan? When does she ignore what other people think of or say about her because of her own inner security? When does she adopt a ‘live and let live’ attitude to other peoples’ problems? Mabel is an Fe-user. She wears her heart on her sleeve. She interferes with other peoples’ problems on a daily basis. Fi users do not do this. They believe people are free to deal with their own issues. Mabel butts in. She takes it upon herself to fix the emotions of others, whether they ask for it or not. Her morality does not come from within - she’s convinced she can only be a good person in The Last Mabelcorn if she’s a good person in the eyes of the unicorn. She seeks validation from outside, not from within. She goes out of her way to change things about herself to impress the boys she likes, sacrificing her sense of identity to impress them. She tries to impose her own morals onto others, like in Boss Mabel when she’s convinced her ideas of how to run a business are right for Stan. In that same episode, she lets everyone take advantage of her because she’s afraid they’ll think badly of her. Mabel defies every important aspect of Fi: Inner emotion. Inner morality. Internal validation. She doesn’t use any of those. She communicates her feelings to everyone she comes across, whether a complete stranger or her brother. She gets her ideas of right and wrong from the outside, from others’ opinions, not from within. She seeks validation from other people and cares about how she’s perceived by them over how she perceives herself. She is not Fi.

2. Her Ti isn’t developed enough to be Auxiliary.

Let’s take the common argument that Mabel must be Ne-dominant, but also accept that she’s an Fe user. They would make ENTP the obvious type. But Mabel is not a Ti-auxiliary. She’s certainly capable of being logical, but it doesn’t come easily. Detaching from other people is hard for her. She doesn’t follow rational clues, like Dipper. She doesn’t listen to her head, she listens to her heart. Look at Not What He Seems. All the evidence, all the tangible evidence, is pointing to the conclusion that Stan is up to no good. The machine he’s created will end the world - confirmed by the government and the author. Rational facts. Stan’s been lying about stealing toxic waste - confirmed by the security tapes. Stan’s been lying about his identity - confirmed by the newspaper article and the fake IDs. Every piece of logical evidence supports the conclusion that Stan is up to no good. On the other side she has only her emotional attachment to Stan and trust in him. I’m a Ti dominant, and I wouldn’t have held up my hands like Mabel does. Mabel makes a choice based on emotion, past experience, and some indecision (Fe-Si-Ne), but not on logic. The logical choice here, and in many other places involving Mabel, is not the one she can make. An ENTP would at least be more conflicted between the two. Mabel doesn’t work like that. She doesn’t ask for logical proof from Stan in that climactic scene. She asks for emotional proof. “I wanna believe you”. Stan doesn’t give her any logical persuasion to do what she does. He appeals to her emotions. And that’s the way to win her over. Because although Mabel can be analytical at times, like any Ti inferior, she ultimately follows her heart and not her head.

3. She’s a sensor, not an intuitive

Mabel bases many decisions on how things have been in the past. She’s a doer, not a contemplator. Compare her to Dipper, who’s intuitive dominant. Dipper contemplates things. He sits back and analyzes stuff from every possible angle until he comes up with a conclusion. He can’t just go up and talk to Wendy. He has to think up a plan! Mabel doesn’t do this. Mabel just acts. She jumps in, face first. She’s so obviously a sensor. Her life is about doing things, getting involved, taking action. Mabel rarely sits around contemplating possibilities. Let me tell you, Ne aux-doms? We take a while to act. We think things out. We can spend a long time contemplating the various potential consequences of a situation before we actually do something about it. SJs don’t jump in as quickly as Ses, but they’re still sensors. They still need experiences. They prefer doing to contemplating. Also note Mabel’s habitual behavior. She’s always had Dipper around, she can’t possibly do without him! She and Dipper have always done Halloween together, they can’t break that tradition! Yes, she varies up her sweaters all the time, but she still wears cozy sweaters of the same variety every day. She compares things to what has come before. “Dipper and dancing? Did you know he used to dance around in a lamb costume?” She catalogues her memories in scrapbook form and brings them out to illustrate the things she talks about. Her memories of past events become so powerful that she even tries to erase them in Society of the Blind Eye, because for Si aux-doms, their memories are constantly pervading their current experience. Mabel’s Si is just too well-developed to be her inferior function, and she’s too much about action and sensation to be an intuitive.

4. She’s an Fe-dominant.

What is Mabel’s first reaction to things? An emotional one. She processes her environment through feelings, both her feelings and those of others. How can I have a great summer romance? I’m so determined to be liked by this guy (who I don’t know) that my test says ‘Do you like me? Yes, definitely, absolutely’. No possibility of rejection. She uses feelings as her main weapon: Play on the gnomes feelings, then use my past weapon (leaf blower) to defeat them. Can’t break up with Gideon, that’ll hurt his feelings! And other peoples’ feelings, all around me! Need advice from someone else, with experience in these matters (aka Wendy) to reach a conclusion. Stan’s feeling insecure? I’ll change everything about him, bolster him up until he can date Lazy Susan. Susan likes fixing things? Perfect, she can fix Stan! My friends feel like outcasts? I’ll win everyone’s approval in this big contest, then they’ll feel good. Oh no, I lost it for them, they must not want anything to do with me because the general approval went to someone else. Pacifica and the crowd disapproved of me! I thought I was being charming, but everyone sees me as a joke! Stan, lying is always wrong! No matter what the circumstance or individual need! I’ve lost my pig, my emotions take over me completely and I go insane, banging my head against a post for a month. Stan’s scared of heights, I must help him overcome his fear. Dipper’s always beating me at things, my feelings are hurt, ooh now I’m winning at being taller, yay! I can’t let Sev’ral times leave me, my feelings were hurt by the boys who left me! Stan, you put Waddles outside and lied to me? I’m never talking to you again. Dipper wants to tell Wendy he likes her, but he’s too scared. I’ll push him into a closet and not let him out until he does, he has to sort out his feelings! I want to get this boy’s attention, that’s more important than solving the mystery of the laptop. My feelings were hurt by these tragic summer romances, I’ll erase my mind to deal with that. Soos is feeling bad about losing his father? I’ll battle through untold horrors to help him through that. Robbie, a guy I can’t stand, is feeling bad? I can’t be satisfied until everyone is happy, so I’ll help him fall in love again. I must change myself and do good deeds so the unicorn will tell me I’m good. Dipper’s abandoning me forever? I must trap everyone in an endless summer, so we can be happy and not sad. Also, look at Mabel-land. A world that gives everyone everything they want the most. A world all about being happy, cooperating, and living in harmony. An Fe-dom’s dream. In short, Mabel demonstrates Fe first in everything she does.

Disagreement is part of what makes discussing MBTI typing online so important, in order to come to a better understanding. If you still disagree with this typing, that’s okay. Let me know why. Let others know why. It’s part of the puzzle. But I thought it best to get all my arguments out there, outside of the typing, for you to read. 

- mysterylover123

anonymous asked:

omg kim donghan's part of your preferred 11 :') hes such a precious boy i feel so bad hes so underrated and in the 30s :'(

honestly…i had my eye on him since the first ep when he appeared with that black pajama shirt like wow!!!! who are you??? can i stan??? why are you only appearing in reactions?? where’s your audition??

…and i never found out who the black pajama* guy was until his call me baby stage lmAOOOO he’s really cute and has good facial expressions and nice dancing! i’m kinda bummed he didn’t have that much screentime but hopefully he’ll pull another huge rise next week ;;

Restaurant Dates Are The Worst! (Seb Stan x Reader) - Epilogue

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Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

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Tagging: @supernaturallymarvellous @super-potter-4ever  @heismyhunter @quotemeow @feelmyroarrrr @its-hellohazel  @andimadeitawkward @ichabbster25 @wantedtobefree-notbefreed


“I don’t know if you noticed, but I usually go for the bad boys, that’s just the kinda guys I’m attracted to,” you started, already feeling cliché and stupid before even entering the main subject.

“I’m a bad boy?” Sebastian asked, his brows suddenly shooting up in surprise.

“Who said I was talking about you?” You teased him. His smile fell and you immediately laughed and took his chin between your fingers, pulling him down a bit to place a quick kiss on his mouth, making him relax. “I’m kidding, of fucking course I am. Although no, you’re not really a bad boy, you’re quite the opposite actually, but you have the looks of it and that’s enough for me. The ‘mysterious guy clad in dark clothes sitting alone at a bar and drinking a beer’ worked pretty well, huh?” You grinned widely, wiggling your eyebrows and laughing lightly, not wanting to draw attention to you. For once, nobody seemed to have recognized Sebastian and you wouldn’t want to ruin that.

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anonymous asked:

Ugh yes stan infantilizing!! I swear, they're either 14 year olds or 50 year old maiden aunts. Like, have you ever lived life? Tarjei's a 17 year old dude. He has a sex drive; because he's cute & popular he has opportunities to act on it; so ofc he is, however feels right to him. Nothing scandalous or unusual about that. We're in 2 camps: stans who want to believe he's a baby gay angel innocent, and those who understand he's a regular cute guy in his late teens-- and just want DETAILS ha ;)

Yup.

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**LONG ASS DARREN STAGE DOOR POST AHEAD CUZ IT WAS THE GREATEST MOMENT OF MY LIFE**

I realize I never posted about Wednesday, and in honor of HATAI closing at Pantages today, I’m gonna make my post now.

First off, Hedwig is fucking amazing and I’m now obsessed with it. I don’t know how I’ve been so blind to it before.

My best friend Kylie and I went to go see this past Wednesday’s matinee, we went to the stage door and met the out of this world Lena Hall who was so unbelievably sweet. We even got to talk about dogs. Which y'all know I love dogs so much??? I love her.

Security let us know right away that Darren wasn’t going to come out after the 2 o'clock show, so we made our way across the street and waited for about 6 hours since we heard he almost always comes out after the last show. Determined af.

When Darren came outside he was super sweet and graciously to the point about meeting everyone in line, he has a no pose rule with photos which I totally get, he’d rather have interaction with substance over a .2 second photo. He took his time with everyone and actually had real conversations with them about anything and everything, which was endearing and respectable. Now you see, I’m semi near the front of the line and I’m freaking out cuz I’ve been following and loving Darren for over 7 years. When he got to our group, all that anxiety went away. He was so sweet, and so easy to talk to and this is basically how it went down for me:

D: *offers his hand* Hi! Darren. What’s your name?
Me: Hi, I’m Kaitlyn
D: Lovely to meet you, Kaitlyn. May I sign this for you? What’s up? Are you cold?
Me: *Lowkey shaking* That, and I’ve been waiting for over seven years to meet you.
D: Seven years is a long time, HOLY SHIT.
Me: Yeah, and I’m sorta freaking out cuz it’s like you’re here. You’re amazing. I love you.
D: Awh, how do you think I feel! Come here.
*insert hugging GIF*
Me: Also, before I let you go. I was wondering if you could do something for me. Your song “Not Alone” has been a huge part of my life for almost a decade now, and I was wondering if you could write the title of it for me.
D: Of course, but I have to ask, is this going to be permanently marked on your body. Because people ask me to do it and don’t tell me it’s for a tattoo and I just fucking scribble it and then I feel bad.
Me: Haha It is going to be a tattoo, yes.
D: Shit, okay, I hope I don’t screw this up. I’ll give you a couple options.
*insert notebook picture*
Then he, Kylie, and I talked more about Starkid and other things. Made some inside jokes. I was just shocked at how comfortable he is to be around. And how genuinely nice he is. We said our goodbyes to him and I’ve been reeling ever since. I’m so glad I stan this guy, honestly. It was the best interaction I could have ever hoped for. Shout out to Kylie who made it all possible, y'all need a best friend like mine. MVP.

anonymous asked:

what's a "stan"?

Oh man I feel old lmao

So take it back to like, the mid 2000s when Eminem was popular.

He had a song that I honestly don’t remember the name of cause he wasn’t ever my favorite musician. Not the point.

The song was about a guy who was Eminems biggest fan and was basically stalking him and writing him letters and was gonna like, murder his wife or smth cause he thought Eminem would want him to??? He was obsessive and it was terrifying.

The dudes name in the song was Stan, and it became a word you used for people who were fanatical fans of someone or something.

Insert the “the more you know” rainbow here, which if you’re also not old enough to remember THAT then I’m just gonna go cry 😂

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Don’t. Don’t s a y it. Ever since the first day that I met you, I have felt e v e r y t h i n g for you. And all this time you were never able to say how you feel about me and I get it. You can’t just be the guy who s a y s how he feels… I think that I could be h a p p y with him. And I just want to be happy. So whatever you’re gonna say to me, please don’t say it.

Sebastian Stan (Hemsworth sis) Part 6

Hii!! Could you please write another imagine where the reader is Sebastian Stan’s wife and Chris hemsworth’s sister, where she’s just had their baby and Chris and his family go visit her in the hospital?? You imagines always make me smile!! ❤️

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        You looked down at the little girl that slept in the bassinet next to you. Lily Hems Stan had been born yesterday and you and Sebastian couldn’t be any happier. “Look who I found,” Sebastian said entering the room with Chris, Elsa, and the kids behind him.

        “Hi guys,” you said in a hushed voice.

        “Congratulations Momma,” Elsa bent down and hugged you.

        “How are you feeling,” Chris asked as he hugged you.

        “Fine. A little tired but mostly happy,” you grinned down at Lily.

        “So, what’s my niece’s name,” your brother asked?”

        “Lily Hems,” Sebastian said.

        “Hems?”

        “We thought the full Hemsworth sounded to long so we used Hems, that way she could have part of your side’s name,” he told Chris.

        “I like it,” your brother grinned and clapped Sebastian on the shoulder.

        “Do you guys want to hold her,” you asked?”

        “Oh yes,” Elsa jumped at the opportunity and picked up a sleeping Lily. “Honey, you want to have another one?” Chris just laughed.

        The three kids peered over Lily as Elsa held her. “That’s a baby, Mommy,” Tristan said.

        “It is. I remember when you three were this small,” she grinned. After a little while she looked at Chris. “Ready for your turn?”

        As he took Lily in his hands she stirred and woke up, making a little fussy grunt. “Hey, there little one. I’m your Uncle Chris. Way better than your other Uncles,” he spoke to her, “you can ask your parents about that.”

        “Can I hold her Daddy,” India asked.

        He looked up at you. “Just be really careful Indy, ok,” you said. “Your Dad will show you how to hold her, ok?”

        “Ok, Aunt Y/N,” Chris got up from his chair and let her sit down. Elsa and Sebastian helped her get ready and Chris lowered Lily into her little arms. She smiled at the baby in her arms, “I love you Lily.”

Here’s something to think about next time you bash a celebrity...

You guys do realize that these celebrities, especially actors, are PEOPLE WHO HAVE FEELINGS AND INSECURITIES ABOUT THEMSELVES.

How may you ask?? Well..I dunno, why the fuck does one have insecurities???

THE FUCKEN MEDIA IS THE ANSWER THATS HOW. 

And how does the media get so much rep and popularity??

BECAUSE OF THE FANDOMS.

Whatever fans say or do on their social media, has a HUGE impact on what the media leaks out. “Oh Sebastian Stan has a mustache in his upcoming movie and already fans are calling him unattractive or comparing him to their dad or uncles??? WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THAT. Really?? Sebastian looks like your dad or uncle..really. So you would rather comment on his appearance than to see how hard this man has worked into the movie industry and the roles he’s portrayed so beautifully in the past. He’s tried so hard to make sure he isn’t anything like other actors, more so his own self.

What if one day you woke up and decided to change your hair hm? Like you got a new haircut or style? Then people start bashing about how bad you look or how they would rather see ice melt than to see your face?? How does that feel. Please tell me cuz it feels like shit! 

Another thing, Sebastian has a therapist. And I’m pretty sure it’s because of people and these so-called “fans” who like to tag him in shitty posts and say inappropriate things that can mentally and physically downgrade a person’s stability and function in life.

So next time you don’t like something about a certain celebrity, keep ya opinions to yourself or share without having to sound displeasing and rude.

I end with FUCK OFF TO THOSE WHO HATE THE STACHE….k bye :)

anonymous asked:

heyehehehey cas my favorite Jhope stan...who out of BTS do you think has the biggest dick? cause to add a bit to all your little guy posts, my friends and I actually looked up some dick flashes for *ahem* science and we found this one video of a K Festa in Japan where the camera angles make Hopi's dick look huge? so ever since then I've kinda had a feeling....

am i rlly ur favourite hobi stan??????????? i feel bLESSED TO BE UR FAVE HOBI STAN I LOVE THAT MAN SO MUCH MY HEART HURTS WHEN I THINK ABOUT HIM. tbh i remember answering a question like this w cole and court a while back but it’s definitive we decided on jinnie for having the biggest dick!! i think the order was jin, jungkook, taehyung, yoongi, hobi, namjoon, and then jimin?? but if u wanna….. send those flashes over…. to ur fave hobi stan…. u should do it………… do it for science……….

-cas

kayceeaych  asked:

NSFW: FO4 companions wake up panting and horny after a hot dream they had with SS. What was the dream? Preferably a pre-romance, so it's like that sexual tension build up

NSFW: FO4 companions wake up panting and horny after a hot dream they had with SS. What was the dream? Preferably a pre-romance, so it’s like that sexual tension build up

Oooo, this one is gonna be great. I’m gonna do the males first and then the females, because I prefer men to women, obviously.

Danse: His eyes opened suddenly. Mixed feelings. One, he was glad the dream was over with, and another, he wanted it to continue. He glanced over at Ness; who was snoring peacefully in the bed next to him. Sanctuary. It had become more of a home than the Prydwyn of late, and he could feel himself drawing closer and closer to his protege. He wasn’t supposed to feel like this. He couldn’t fratenize with a fellow soldier. It wasn’t proper. It wasn’t right. He sat up, careful not to creak the bedsprings and wake her up. A massive part of him wanted to crawl up next to her, cradle her in his arms. But the other side, the feeble side, wanted to run away from his feelings. He reached the renovated family room, slumping down onto patched sofa; his head in his hands. Massaging his temples, he snarled outwardly. He didn’t run away from his problems. He never had. He wouldn’t run away from this one either.

Deacon: The feeling wasn’t entirely unfamilar. He’d had these dreams before, awoken covered in unpleasent sticky sweat and a massive feeling of frustration centered in his chest. But it was never about people he actually -knew-. He glanced around nervously; he had been traveling with Nat for awhile now and he saw her as a great friend. Someone you could really trust in this shit hole of a world. He hadn’t though about feelings that went deeper. Never allowed himself.
She was of course, sleeping only a few inches away from him, rolled on her side. She was increidibly beautiful; and it wasn’t just her form. She was a damn ferocious Deathclaw, too. It’s what made her so damn hot. The dream flashed before his eyes. Sticky sweat, tantalizing kisses. He tries to push the thoughts out of his mind, chastizing himself. It was just a dream after all. But it brought ot the surface so much more.

Nick: I cannot do Nick justice atm so I REALLY apologize to those who adore him. It’ll come, I’m just blocked with his character. You guys deserve more than a half hearted attempt.

Cait: She let out a curse; it had to be close to dawn. Green tinged the skylined. She had had the most confusing, yet wonderful dream; full of hot, panting sex and gasps of pleasure. She had mixed feelings about the whole thing, though. Course, the dream had been with Stan. She’d had plenty of sex dreams before, but none with her close friend and ally. She realized they brought to the surface so many emotions she had repressed. Tonight, she wanted sleep. Closing her eyes, she begged the images die where they stood, and drifted back off.

Piper:“Right there, blue!” She panted, her hand between her legs only to open her eyes and blink. Was it a dream? Of course it was. Suddenly a wash of complicated, sticky emotions poured over her, leaving her dizzy with confusion. Did she have these feelings for him? Damn, he was handsome. And kind. And abouslutly perfect. Yup, she had feelings for him alright.
“Well Piper, look at the mess you’ve made yourself now.” She thought, a scowl creasing her lips. She had quite literally printed her own damning story. “No…I could work with this.” She wormed her way out of tricky situations before. She could do it again. By whatever God existed, she wanted Blue. She would make it known to him.

Curie: “Oh mon dieu!” She gasped. What sort of dream was that? It was so…naughty! She shouldn’t be having throughts like this. Yet she had to admit, she enjoyed them. Her dreams since she had become…human…were often just flashes of color or shadows of words spoken throughout her day. This had been a full on sex dream, complete with intense longing and desire. Her core ached with frustration. Panting, she shoved off her covers and dressed, ready to have an early day. No way could she sleep after that.

X6: He wasn’t supposed to be having these dreams. He sat perfectly straight up in bed, rubbing his dark, shadowed eyes. Perhaps it was an error in his programing; he was never supposed to fraternize sexually with Father’s…mother. He scowled, looking down at his hands. He decided to push the images away for now, and perhaps think of them later when his body wasn’t so tired.

McCready: “Damn baby.” He giggled in his sleep, only to suddenly realize he was quite awake, incredibly aroused, and covered in sweat. The heat was sweltering. He peeled off his covers, pulling himself to the edge of the bed and stretching. Gah, what was that? Why did he have that dream? It was so…infuriating, because damn, he enjoyed it. He glanced over at Nat, who was snoring with her head cradaled in her arm. He smiled; which turned into a scowl when he realized it. No…they couldn’t. He grabbed his rifle from the bed stand, threw it over his shoulder and decided that, until she woke up, he’d give it a good clean.

anonymous asked:

wow that liveshow was just beautiful wasn't it? I mean the pokemon bit, buying a bin, phil's birthday gift... so cute but mixed with interesting dan opinions aswell, and he seemed to be in a really good mood, anyway what did you think? :)

I almost posted screenshots of all the messages similar to this in my inbox because I was so happy to see that so many others felt the same. I 100% agree. I might go as far to say it was one of my favorite Dan shows in a long time? I loved it. Loved it. Loved it. Did I mention I loved it? Because yeah…I loved it.

What a pleasantly chill younow show. Dan seemed really laid-back and just generally relaxed…he was so much more open to discussion it seemed. I felt like he wasn’t mincing his words as much? He didn’t seem to second-guess everything he was saying like he can sometimes have the tendency to do. Or if he was, at least it wasn’t all-consuming. It felt natural. Like a conversation (albeit one-sided and obviously a bit superficial) with an old friend. I didn’t worry about the chat the entire time or feel anxious about Dan possibly getting uncomfortable and having to backtrack on something (because I’m me and can’t help but get nervous for him lol). I just enjoyed it. His demeanor and the overall vibe of the show lent itself to a really enjoyable hour.

He came off as just so loveable? lol not that he isn’t usually of course, but I did feel a particular fondness towards him today. Can’t put my finger on it but there was just something really endearing about this one. I think it might be that there was almost an appearance of what I’ll call “sweet, soft, subdued Dan.” (nice alliteration). And that is my favorite Dan. It’s hard to explain without demonstrating with examples but I tend to think that is his default attitude most often in private. But we don’t get to see that side as often on camera so it is always lovely when we are given a glimpse. Almost felt like this show verged on a glimpse. So I was in love.

Some of my favorite moments:

First off, no better way to start the show than answering “I love everything cucumber related” while giving a knowing stare to the camera. Beautiful.

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Keep reading

The Cheesy Pickup Liner

Pairings: Sebastian Stan x Reader
Warnings: Cheesiness cuz bruh and Anxiety problems

Bob wassup, send in your request cause I love you even if you don’t love me back. Bah.

***

Walking in Starbucks coffee place was never easy for you. Since you have Social Anxiety, even the slightest motion you make, makes you think if you did some thing wrong. You swallowed the bile that was forming in your throat to come up with what you were gonna say. As you reached the counter, the lady smiled at you sweetly and you returned it with a closed mouth smile.

“What will Miss Y/N have for today? The usual?” She asked. Finally, the uneasiness escaped you and is now replaced with comfort. She’s the one who usually serve you for your coffee and she’s very nice.

“The usual.” You mumbled. She nodded. You walked towards an empty table and pulled out a chair. You see some people turn their heads towards your direction. A bead of sweat formed on your forehead, making you feel uneasy once again. This happens often when you come here, people looks at you and goes back to what they were doing, probably disagreeing to whatever you did. You pulled out your notebook and started continuing your unfinished poem. Scribbling like a mad woman for a few moments, your name was finally called out. You dropped the pen and stood up slowly. The lady handed you your drink, smiling at her shortly and hurrying back to your seat.

“The sky was blue and she stared at it in astonishment, waiting for her benevolent lover.” You muttered as you write down the words. You feel someone beside you and you see a man in your age standing right beside you. You stared at him wide eyed as you see him read through your poem. Closing it fast, you look back at him, not knowing what to say. Finally, you came up with a short boring word. “Yes?” He snapped his gaze at you as if he just came back in reality and flashed you a smile.

“I uh… Believe you got my drink.” He said. Your eyebrows met in the middle. You look at the name in your coffee and looked back at him.

“I’m sorry but this is my name.” You said quickly. His smile grew even wider.

“The name in that drink is the name of my future wife. I believe that’s you?” He said. Your mouth gaped at him and laughed. Once you stopped laughing you look at him again.

“That’s so romantic yet cheesy. I’m not impressed.” You said, but clearly you were impressed with his cheesy but sweet pickup line. He snapped and tsk'ed.

“Damn, that’s the only thing I could come up with. Atleast I made a beautiful lady laugh.” He said pretending to look disappointed. You blushed madly and looked down, nibbling on your lower lip.

“I’m not beautiful.” You said quietly. He pulled out the chair in front of you and looked at you with a disagreeing look on his face.

“Says who? Nobody. Now would you care to have a date with this cheesy pickup liner? I’m sure a beautiful poetess like you could use a little cheesiness from me.” He commented and you laugh once more. This guy right infront of you does not make you feel small or bad for who ever you are. He makes you feel special and happy and that just warms your sad silent heart.

“Well, I would like to know the name of that Cheesy Pickup liner first before I go on a date with him.” You replied. He was smiling widely as he stare at you with his sparkling eyes.

“Sebastian Stan.” He said and you smiled back.

“Ah, well please take me to a cheesy restaurant with cheesy chairs and cheesy food Mr. Sebastian, my handsome cheesy pickup liner.” You said and he clapped in joy.

lovepatrolmabill  asked:

Prompt! (if you are still accepting them) Mabel unknowingly sees Bill in a human-type disguise/form and is struck with the weirdest sense of deja vu...

I love this idea omg! Here you go!!!! :))

***

Mabel hummed as she restocked the shelves in the gift shop, practically skipping as she went shelf to shelf. Today was a bright summer day, and everyone was together and doing great! Stan and Ford were on the deck, their laughter audible even from all the way out there. Dipper was leading a tour, Soos and Melody were showing a group some new attractions, and Wendy was on the roof during her break with her friends. Everything was as it should be.

The door to the Mystery Shack chimed, signaling that someone entered. Mabel put the last of the bobble heads that were in her arms on the shelf, then turned around to greet whoever had walked in.

“Oh man, the Mystery Shack! It sure has been too long since I’ve last been here!”

The combination of looking at the man in the doorway and hearing his voice was like a sucker-punch to Mabel’s gut. She felt so weirdly dizzy she had to steady herself to keep from falling over. What…what was going on?

The minute she looked at the man, she was hit with a strange sense of familiarity. Hearing his voice…or maybe the way he spoke…it had a feeling of deja vu washing over her like a tidal wave. But she was sure she had never met this man before - she definitely would remember a guy with shaggy blonde hair and a canary-yellow suit.

“Hey!” His eyes landed on her, finger pointing at her. “You know where Stanley Pines is?”

“Grunkle Stan?” Mabel’s eyebrows knitted, “I think that–”

“Wait.” The blonde’s eyes widened, holding up a finger to silence her. She stood there, the feeling of familiarity increasing as the man intensely stared at her, head tilted slightly. “…Did you call him ‘Grunke?’”

“Yeah, it’s short for great uncle,” Mabel smiled lightly, although she was shrinking a bit under his gaze. The blonde suddenly stood up straight, eyes the size of saucers as realization seemed to dawn on him.

“Sh–Mabel?!” He gaped, a piece of blonde hair falling over his eye as he jerked backwards. “As in Mabel Pines?! The one with the sweaters and the pig and the braces and the spray paint?!”

“Spray paint?” Mabel raised an eyebrow with a confused smile. “…Have we met befor–”

“Wow!” The blonde ran over to her, grabbing her by the shoulders and practically lifting her off the ground. “You sure grew up, kid! And you got hot!”

“Wh–! Hey!” Mabel blushed fiercely, glaring at him as he twisted a piece of her hair around his finger in awe. “Look, I don’t…”

Mabel slowly trailed off, looking at his face up close. Something about his eyes…it was like a lightning bolt of deja vu ripped through her. She knew this person. She had to, right? The feeling of familiarity was nagging at her as he said something that she wasn’t really listening to, kind of smiling with all his teeth and eyes bright with chaos.

“Hold on…” Mabel cut off whatever he was saying. “…Do I know you…?”

The blonde blinked at her, twitching his nose in contemplation for a couple of seconds before his lips quirked in a smile.

“Nope,” He popped the ‘p,’ pulling away from her to put his hands on his hips. He coyly added, “I think I would remember meeting you.”

Mabel nibbled her lip in contemplation, wondering if she should press the issue. She didn’t remember him…but she felt like she knew him! It was the strangest feeling…and she wasn’t sure if she was unsettled or not. She didn’t really have time to think about it, because the man was smiling at her in a way that had her heart fluttering a bit. She did have to admit - he was very handsome, which is why she was sure she’d remember meeting him.

“Are you sure we’ve never met?” She decided to ask cautiously one more time.

“I’m sure,” he said firmly. The blonde paused, looking her up and down before he smiled at her. “But hey, maybe we can get to know each other? Today I’ve got, ah, prior arrangements…but I could come back tomorrow.”

Mabel paused, trying not to argue that she could’ve sworn she’s met him before. Instead of fighting the issue, she decided to push the feeling away. She hadn’t met him before - she couldn’t have. This was just her being crazy - and hey, maybe this sense of familiarity was just the feeling she was getting because this guy was going to be important to her life! Like foreshadowing! Yeah, that had to be it…

“That would be nice,” Mabel smiled brightly at him, getting a toothy grin in response from the blonde, who took her hand in his.

“Perfect,” he purred, grinning at her as he kissed her hand. Mabel blushed slightly, laughing as she took her hand back.

“Did you still want to know where Grunkle Stan is?” Mabel asked as the blonde began to walk away.

“I don’t need his help anymore,” he waved her off, turning around in the doorway to grin widely at her. “You’ve already helped me enough.”

anonymous asked:

I wonder if Ford ever made the connection between his dad and Bill's behavior... And his dad IS the reason Bill could so easily manipulate him.

I don’t think so, I think it’s a very different style of manipulation/behaviour myself. Like Filbrick raised his kids in a way that they literally strived to just once get his approval because he was so hard to impress. They always wanted to be on his good side because they didn’t get to see it all that often.

He’s the kind of person you’d be scared to fail at even the tiniest thing in front of from a very small age. Which I think is why in the reverse Stan took up fighting with such a gusto - he knew he’d never catch up to Ford smarts wise and he had to make his father proud to at least some degree.

Now on to Bill? Bill’s the opposite end of the spectrum in my eyes. He’s all charming words and flattery and he’s never got a bad word to say about Ford. Ford’s his genius, he’s the one person in the world he picked above all others to be his muse. 

He on the other hand would be the type of person who would tell you that it’s alright to fail, to get back up and try again because he knew he had it in you. He knew every right word to say to get Ford completely compliant because how could such a nice guy turn out to be bad?

If anything he doesn’t try to emulate Filbrick, he tries to emulate Stan in my head. I guess I only have the Sixer nickname to go by. But I feel like Bill chose that because the last person that truly believed in Ford, (was always proud of him no matter what) always called him that. Otherwise its a bit odd really, I mean surely Ford would have told him not to call him that if it reminded him of Stan in a bad way, you know? It’s like Ford was missing that encouraging being that used to be beside him all the time and now he had found someone who seemed similar but also was so much more all at the same time, you know? (from his eyes that is at the height of the manipulation)

I will agree that Filbrick is one of the reasons that Ford could be easily manipulated. And it’s a big reason to have a parental figure that stern and unmoving. But I think there are other factors as well. One being that he never got into the university he wanted to get in to - he felt like he’d never been given the chance to prove his worth. His potential had been wasted and now someone was giving him that chance to finally prove all of them wrong.