anonymous asked:

All I'm saying, is that I haven't seen Harry with a single alcoholic drink all night. #PregnantHarry2K14

Gossip Girl here, reporting to you from the star studded Brits!

Now all week we have been reporting on the uber hot bandmates, Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson, and the ‘are they or aren’t they’ engaged with a baby on the way, and tonight they made us forget our own names momentarily by wowing us on the red carpet. 

My my boys, do we spot a hint of a fading tan??? Jamaicing us crazy, spill the beans!

Its nice to see Haz branch out to McQueen, though they do say patterns are good for covering up our lumps and bumps.


Could be the reason why Mr Styles was stuck in the toilets while the boys picked up one of their awards. Something pressing on your bladder, Hazza?

A bun in the oven could also explain why Louis T was especially concerned about where his rumored fiance was. 

Awww Tommo, you’re going to be the cutest concerned parent. 

Lucky kids if you look at them with heart eyes like this (and lucky for a curly haired fellow as well we think)

Wonder if we owe Captain Horan a double congrats here *coughs godfather*

Until next time readers xo

honeebeecas  asked:

BRILICIOUSLY BRINEVOLENT BRI: give me top 5 pickup lines dean would try on cas pleeeeeease! also congrats on 800 mama bear❤

No but, Zoe, you don’t understand HOW MUCH THIS IS MY JAM.

Like, suave, lady’s man Dean, sophisticated flirtation machine Dean, is so confident when he decides to go for gold, to go and flirt Cas into a late night cuddle between the sheets (that’s what Dean’ll tell him anyway).

He rehearses under his breath on his way to the bunker’s library.

“I may not be Fred Flinstone, but I can make your Bed Rock.”

“You must be Jamaican, because JAMAICAN ME CRAZY.”

“You look great and all, but you know what’d look real good on you? Me.”

“If you were a chicken, you’d be impeccable.”

But, as soon as he rounds the corner, sees the angel out of his usual trench coat and suit jacket, white sleeves rolled up to his elbows, those tanned forearms… safe to say his brain short-circuits.


Shit. Think Dean, think.

“You… Jamaic… Flinsto…”

“I beg your pardon?”

I wanna put my thingy in your thingy? his brain offers lamely.

“I… uh…”

“Dean, are you okay?”

“You like food, Cas?” Dean winces as soon as the words leave his mouth, “Do you… maybe… want to eat food… together? Like… in the same room… sometime?” Fuck.

“Dean, you know I do not require sustenance; food tastes only of the molecules that make-”

Dean throws his hands up in frustration “Forget it!”

Send me a top 5!