look at that backward hat

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This is my new favorite picture. Ask me what my favorite picture is. Because I will show you this exact picture. Because it’s my favorite.

anonymous asked:

I only just realised... out of context Ryan looks like something out of a fuckin porno honestly, this 6'whatever stubbly buff dad in a backwards cap who gives super soft gay kisses... what a look...

frat bro or soft dad whomst knows

Itโ€™s Different - Tyler Seguin #7

Originally posted by avasilevskiy

about/request: A Tyler Seguin imagine where you see him again in Dallas a few years after you left him in Boston because you couldnโ€™t deal with all the partying and the girls

warnings: cursing and mentions of sex

authors note: idk how this ended up being so long??? i feel like yโ€™all are going to ask for a second part so iโ€™m just going to prepare for it lol. hope you like it!!ย 

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muchadoaboutannie  asked:

If I come to FL will you teach a fellow bisexual cubana how to figure out which girls also like girls? Because I am like a lost little rabbit!

luckily miami wlw are easy to spot. there’s 2 major categories. The one that’ll fight u if you look at her girl wrong: wife beater, basketball shorts, backwards hat, 5 bitches with them, optional eyebrow slit. or The one that may or may not be an art student: hipster looking chick with the different colored hair. Both categories will have girls with one side of their head shaved so look out for that overlapping feature that’s a dead giveaway green light and she ‘bout it. go get ‘em. dale

Jensen had put on some bulk over the summer, and it wasn’t all muscle. You stared at his jaw and thick neck and couldn’t help but lick your lips. It made your heart happy that Jensen was putting on a little empathy weight. Especially when you felt like a beached whale.

You were excited to be having a baby, but being pregnant in the middle of the summer sucked ass.

Jensen had insisted you get out of the hot Texas heat and come to comic con with him. You had relented, happy to be near your husband.

As you watched him at the end of the Nerd HQ panel, you couldn’t help but lick your lips. No one told you that you would want to jump your husband’s bones at the most inconvenient and inappropriate times. Earlier when he had made the damn innuendo about taking his jacket off, you almost had to get up and excuse yourself. You had wanted nothing more than to help him “jacket” off right there in front of God and everybody.

Thankfully, you had calmed yourself and controlled your raging hormones. Until now. You watched Jensen put on the flat billed cap, backwards. He didn’t wear that kind of hat often. Sure, the backwards hat look wasn’t unusual, but there was something about the combination of rolled sleeves, the hat, and his neck peeking out of that damn black shirt that made you shift in your seat.

He eyed you from the stage, a small smirk of satisfaction forming on his lips. He knew exactly the effect he was having on you.

You moved to get up, heading to the side of the stage. You were going to make sure the two of you got a little alone time before he headed off to his next event.

The panel wrapped and Jensen headed off stage, a smug look spread across his face. He approached you, running his hands along your stomach as he leaned in to kiss you deeply.

“Hey momma,” he said, pulling away from your lips, his hands resting on your stomach.

“You’re such a fucking tease, Ackles,” you growled, running your hands along the bare skin of his neck that was exposed thanks to the top two buttons of his shirt being undone.

Your fingers danced along his neck and settled there, playing with the short fine hairs that ran alone the base of his neck.

“I’ve got two hours before my next appearance. Wanna run off with me for a little bit?” he asked, raising his eyebrows suggestively. “I haven’t even began to tease you, sweetheart,” he whispered, his mouth millimeters away from yours, his nose bumping yours. He was teasing you, and you were putty in his hands.

You pressed your lips to his and looked into his eyes. “I’d run off with you anywhere, Ackles. Anytime. Anywhere,” you replied, a sparkle in your eyes.

He threw on his jacket and threaded his fingers with yours as he dragged you behind him. “Well, lets go baby. We’ve got all the time in the world,” he chuckled, pulling you to the car so that you could head back to your hotel.

You wrapped your arms around his bicep and hugged yourself close to him as Cliff guided you through the screaming fans. Jensen leaning into you to whisper in your ear.

“I saw the way you were squirming when I took my jacket off earlier,” he whispered, his breath hot on your neck. “Maybe you can help me "jacket” off in the car?“ He winked.

You bit your lip and glared at him. "You’re dirty,” you laughed, slapping his shoulder and burying your face against his neck, kissing him.

“You like it,” he smiled as you reached the car, opening the door for you. “Was that a yes?” he asked with a grin.

“Hell yes,” you said, pulling him into the car practically on top of you.