made these for my robert character

Winter Break: Part Eleven

Summary: Your brother, Sebastian Stan, is taking you for a little vacation and internship scouting with him on the set of Captain America: Civil War. On the trip, interesting friendships are made, and Spider-Man doesn’t stay your least favorite superhero.


Characters: Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans, Anthony Mackie, Tom Holland, Scarlett Johansson, Chadwick Boseman, Robert Downey Jr., Paul Rudd, Daniel Bruhl, Don Cheadle, Elizabeth Olsen, Jeremy Renner, Paul Bettany

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: hey guys, I’m really sorry about the long wait. today’s just been a mess for me and I still have homework to do for my class, but I wanted to upload this before I continue to procrastinate. anyways, I hope you enjoy (:

Days go by and shooting at the airport gets finished, but Tom keeps his distance from you while Sebastian practically glued himself to your side. He’s always around you, listening in onto what you and Elizabeth have been saying so much that you’ve switched to speaking French with her and Scarlett in front of him.


“I don’t know why he’s doing this though,” you say to Scarlett and Elizabeth over breakfast. It was the second to last day of the hotel’s availability towards the Civil War cast, and it was just in time too. The shots for the airport had all been completed, and now things were moving into Berlin, but only Mackie, Sebastian, Chris, Scarlett, Elizabeth, Daniel, Chadwick, and another woman who you had yet to meet but was playing Peggy Carter’s niece were needed for the scenes.


“He is your older brother,” Elizabeth points out, casting a look to the table ten feet away, occupied by Sebastian, Chris, and Mackie. Tom had been there moments before, and he’d smiled broadly at you, but then Sebastian had coughed loudly and Tom had retreated into Daniel’s company.


“Still being an asshole,” you mutter, glaring at Sebastian. Mackie accidently catches it, and gives you a questioning look, but you lift your orange juice cup to your face and ignore him. “He’s never done this before.”


“Well,” Scarlett begins, pushing around her cereal in her milk, “have you ever had a boyfriend before?”


“Yeah,” you reply. “Damon, and like three other guys in the last four or five years.”


“Your best friend Damon?” Elizabeth asks. “The hot one?”


“You’re like, ten years older than him,” you say, looking up at her from your muffin.


“I can still admire him,” she huffs.


“Was Seb ever around when you were dating these guys?” Scarlett questions.


You shrug your shoulders, and then glance up at her. “Well, I mean, he did punch my first boyfriend in the face.”


Elizabeth raises her eyebrow. “Why?”


“He cheated on me,” you reply.


“Someone cheated on you?” Elizabeth hisses. “Damn, I want to punch this kid in the face now too.”


“It was like, eighth grade,” you chuckle. “Besides, Max and I keyed his car last year as an April Fool’s prank and blew up his jack-o-lanterns last Halloween.”


“Shit,” Scarlett says. “That reminds me of the time in my senior year my best friend Charlotte and I had filled my cheating ex-boyfriend’s car with rubber duckies and repainted it yellow.”


“Why rubber duckies?”


“Why yellow?”


“Yellow was his least favorite color,” Scarlett replies, a devilish smirk on her face, “and he was afraid of ducks.”


“So you filled his car with small bathroom ducks and colored his car the color of a duck,” you reiterate. “God, I love you.”


Scarlett laughs as Elizabeth makes a face. “Where did you get all the rubber duckies though?”


“I think Walmart,” Scarlett responds unsurely. “Charlotte used to work at one that year.”


“I want to do that now,” you say in awe, a plan formulating in your head.


“Nooo,” Elizabeth protests. “As much as I love getting back at cheating ex-boyfriends, we need to figure out a way to get around overprotective brothers and to the sweet British boyfriend.”


“Tom isn’t my boyfriend,” you say, glancing across the lobby at him. He’s talking to Daniel and Robert, grinning. As much as you want to get up and talk to him, you knew Sebastian would be onto you within the movement of pushing your chair out.


“But you want him to be,” Elizabeth winks.


“True,” you sigh.


“What’s true?”


You jump when you hear your brother’s voice so close to your shoulder, and your knees hit the table, rocking the trash mountain you three had created.


“That you’re an asshole,” you mutter under your breath as you recollect yourself.


“That what?” Sebastian questions.


“Que tu es un imbécile,” you repeat in French to his face.


Chris purses his lips and puts his hand on the back of Elizabeth’s chair, and she turns the lightest shade of pink at his closeness.


Mackie, on the other hand, snorts. “God man, I love your sister.”


“Careful,” you say. “Sebastian doesn’t like it when boys like me.”


You flash your brother a harsh smile and stand up, carrying your orange juice and muffin remains to the trashcan. You dump it and walk on, forgetting to look over at Tom as you walk towards the elevators. Sebastian isn’t following you, and really hasn’t made an attempt to talk to you past being annoying since you’d closed the hotel room door in his face the other night. It bothered you that you were fighting with your brother, but you’d be damned if you’d be the one to apologize first.


You’re pressing the up button on the wall when Tom crashes into you, sweeping you into the empty lift. You yelp, holding onto his shoulders as he jams his finger over and over into the close door button on the control panel.


“Tom!” you hear someone shout from down the hall, and your jaw drops when you recognize Sebastian’s voice.


“Oh my God,” you blurt. “You just ran past Sebastian, didn’t you?”


Tom doesn’t reply until the doors are safely closed, and then he turns on you, brown eyes slightly squinty from his guilty smile. Nodding his head, he says, “Yeah, yeah I did.”


“Why’d you do that?” you ask as he comes closer, until the railing wrapping around the elevator door is digging into your back. He’s wearing a plain gray t-shirt, and black Adidas sweatpants, but there was something different in the way he stood. He wasn’t dressed up, to go out or to play his Peter Parker, but instead he looked like he was exhausted. His usually gelled hair was unkempt and flattened or puffed in odd places, like he’d tried to fix it and then given up.


“He interrupted us the other night,” Tom responds, his cheeks tinting the familiar shade of red against his pale complexion.


Biting back a smile, you set your hands on either side of his neck, feeling his warm skin under your palms and the ends of his hair around your fingertips. His arms slide around the back of your waist and pull you closer to him. There’s only a brief moment between just each other breathing, and he smells of coffee and mint, and then he’s pushing his lips to yours.


Tom’s arms tighten around your waist, and you hold the back of his head with one of your hands as the other grips his shirt, not willing to let him go. He kisses like he’s not going to stop, first short peppering touches as you become familiar with the victorious curve of his lips, and then the dip when he kisses you longer and you cling to the sensation like Eve to the Forbidden Fruit.


His right hand climbs to your head, fingers carding through your hair until he shifts and locks your body against his and the elevator wall. He’s gone dominant now, and you let him as the breaks between the kissing become longer and soon you’re aching for air and your arms are sore from reaching upwards for so long. Goosebumps rise along your back and through your legs as Tom pulls back, his warm breath wafting down your neck and turning cold under the crack in your shirt.


“Bloody hell,” he murmurs, and you look up at him, hands now resting flat on his chest with both of his own hands on either side of your shoulders.


“What?” you ask quietly, the word feeling weird on your lips now that they’re swollen. Tom’s lips are pinker than his cheeks, like he’d gone and eaten a dozen strawberries.


“I didn’t think I’d have the courage to do that,” he chuckles softly.


You hear the elevator doors ding, but you don’t move away from Tom’s closeness. You smile until it hurts, and then drop your face into Tom’s baggy shirt. His cologne fills your nose intoxicatingly, and his body heat holds you like a second set of arms.


“I still don’t have your phone number, love,” Tom says eventually, after the doors have closed again.


You lift your head from his chest and dig your hands into his sweatpants pockets, watching him swallow thickly as your hands move across his thighs. It was bold, and it was dangerous territory, but you find his phone quickly.


He drops one of his hands from the elevator wall to unlock the phone, and looks on as you find his contacts and put your phone number into the list. You let it slide out of your hands into the pocket it came from, and look up in time to meet Tom’s lips just as the elevator doors open.


He kisses you for a long second, and it fades into a smile as he pulls back and kisses your cheek.


“(Y/N).”


You maintain Tom’s eye contact, and he keeps the same expression, but you don’t miss the tenseness that passes through his body.


“Sebastian,” you reply as Tom moves off to the side of the elevator, looking anxious. Your brother’s arms are crossed and he’s looking annoyed, but he doesn’t advance onto Tom.


“We need to talk,” Sebastian responds firmly.


“We are right now.”


“No shit, Sherlock,” Sebastian says rhetorically.


“Wasn’t asking your opinion, Watson,” you snap.


“I wasn’t asking for your sarcasm,” Sebastian counters.
“I don’t want to talk to you,” you reply, mimicking your brother in crossing your arms over your chest.
“Too damn bad,” he retorts. “Get out, Holland.”


Tom glances at you, and then back at Sebastian, and then seems to decide he wants to live another day and darts past your brother back into the lobby of the building. Sebastian takes his place on the opposite side of the elevator.
He hits the fifth floor button, and the doors close, secluding you to your brother’s presence.  


“What do you want to talk about?” you ask him, but keep your annoyed tone.


“Not in the elevator, (Y/N),” Sebastian responds, and you roll your eyes.


In a silent moment, the elevator opens to the fifth floor and you get out before Sebastian does, walking to your hotel room and unlocking it. You go to close the door, preferably in his face again, but your brother catches it and closes it on his own once he’s inside as well.


“What, Sebastian?” you question exasperatedly.


He walks around you, having taken his shoes off and sits at the end of your bed. He pats the spot next to himself like he wants you to join him, but you don’t move from away from the hall.


Sebastian lets out a short breath. “(Y/N), you’re only eighteen years old, and I don’t want you getting involved with anyone when you’re not even out of high school yet.”


That’s what this is about?” you ask. “A few days ago, you were the one sitting there teasing me about Tom and now that I’m interested in him you’re trying to keep me away from him.”


“He’s an actor, (Y/N).”


“And?”


“And, he’s not going to be at your side every moment of the day. He’s going to be traveling, he still is traveling. Not just for this movie, but his own one and future ones. You’re only just halfway through your senior year and still have college and an internship ahead of yourself. I don’t want you getting involved with someone who isn’t going to be around always when you need him.”


“Sebastian,” you say, resisting the urge to slap your forehead. “Tom is not my boyfriend. If you don’t want me dating anyone, fine, you can feel that way all you want, but it’s still my choice who I involve myself with, and if that happens to be Tom, then it is what it is.”


“Not if it gets in the way of your schoolwork,” Sebastian shakes his head. “Celebrities are full of drama. What are you going to do if you see a picture of Tom and some girl together and the news writes it as a ‘new romance’ article right before final exams and you go in there heartbroken instead of focused and end up failing?”


“Sebastian,” you begin maddeningly. “You’re overthinking everything again. I’m not going to fail some test over a guy, no matter who it is.”


“Really?” Sebastian asks, doubtingly. “So calling me three times in your tenth grade year in one week to pick you up early because you couldn’t handle the day because Michael Jameson was in four of your classes and he’d broken your heart isn’t underestimating you?”


“Oh my God,” you remark, waving your hands wildly. “I was in a relationship with him for a year and a half and he cheated on me!”


“What makes you think Tom won’t?” Sebastian’s voice is rising.


“I’m not you!” you shout, and your brother instantly falls silent. There’s a dead stillness on his face that stops him so quickly it’s startling.


When Sebastian was twenty-four years old, he’d been in love with a girl who’d babysit the kids in your neighborhood. The girl had loved him back, for at least two years in their three-year relationship. She’d cheated on him with his best friend Andy, and it had destroyed your brother. You were ten years old then, and it scared you more than anything to see someone who was supposed to be the strongest person in your world look so damaged.

He’d lived out of your life for two months, and when the third month came around with your birthday, you barely recognized him. It had been your eleventh birthday wish to see him happy again, because it broke you in ways it didn’t break the world to see him so sad. It took four months until Sebastian smiled at you again upon instinct, and another month before he could go back to work. He’d lost his job and almost his apartment too if your mother hadn’t paid his bills for him, and when seven months had passed since your brother lost heart, he’d finally picked up enough pieces of himself to move on with his life.


Sebastian had been at his lowest then, and it had been even lower than that to throw it into his face.


“Sebastian -Seb,” you start weakly, moving towards him, but he glares at you with a hardness like steel.


“I love you, but that was a bitch move, (Y/N),” he snarls at you, and goes to stand, but you grab his arms, trying to block his path.


“Sebastian,” you cry out. “Sebastian, I’m sorry. Please don’t leave, I’m sorry!”


“I asked you eight years ago to never speak of her,” Sebastian scowls. “That was all I ever asked you to do. You may have been eleven then, but I had asked you to just forget about her.”


“Sebastian,” you plea, because he’s still trying to get past you. “I’m sorry, I forgot.”


“You forgot,” Sebastian huffs bitterly. “Maybe I should just let you go to Tom and then if he ever hurts you the way she hurt me, you can see how badly it feels when I say I told you so.”


“You wouldn’t,” you reply, clinging tightly to your brother’s body, “but you don’t know that will happen between him and I. That’s not fair to hold me back from something that makes me happy.”


Sebastian stops fighting against you. Both of his arms are high above your head on the walls on either side of you, but you feel the scrape of his stubble against your forehead as he looks down at you.


“He makes you happy?”


You close your eyes, still holding onto your brother, but think about how much you’d laughed and smiled in the last couple of days rather than the entire month before. Tom was like a certain sort of relief, a reminder that high school wasn’t all there was and the life ahead that you were making for yourself was going to be worth it.


“Yeah,” you say softly into Sebastian’s sweater. “Yeah, I think he does.”


There’s another long pause, and you feel Sebastian torso relax as his arms come to rest on your back. His stubble digs into your forehead like a wire brush as he lays his head there.


“I’m worried about you, (Y/N),” he quietly admits.


“I’m worried about you too,” you reply.


“Why are you worried about me?” he asks humoredly.


“You’re always traveling Seb,” you answer. “Anything could happen in a foreign country.”


“And you’re always surrounded by everything that eats teenagers alive,” Sebastian responds. “Depression, suicide, bullying.”


“Seb,” you breathe, feeling like you were going to laugh.


“You’re my little sister, and I want to protect you from everything,” Sebastian goes on. “I don’t want you to feel the way I did. It ruined my life and I lost my best friend. I don’t want you losing Damon or Max or Forest or Chris because of someone you could end up loving takes them away from you. I raised you from the day you were born because mom was always too busy for you and dad lived at the school. I never wanted you to have to experience the things I did in middle school and high school because kids are fucking mean, and school is a stressful mess when it’s been the farthest you’ve gotten in life.”


“Seb, you’re always going to be my brother, and you’re always going to protect me, I know you are.” You sigh, “but you also need to let me get my own understanding of things without you censoring me. If I want to be with Tom, you need to respect that. I didn’t fight you about any of the girls you’ve dated.”


“Liar,” Sebastian whispers, and you slap his back.


“I didn’t huff and puff about it,” you insist.


“You tried to poison one of my girlfriends with water from your goldfish’s bowl.”


“It was one time,” you whine, “and she was a bitch anyways.”


“True.”


“Can we please stop fighting now?” you ask, “and you stop glaring at Tom?”


“We can stop fighting,” Sebastian agrees, “but if I ever find him kissing you again, I’m going to punch him in the teeth.”


“Hey Seb?”


“Yeah, (Y/N)?”


“I love you, asshole.”


Sebastian smiles and kisses your forehead before letting you go, and then suddenly rubs his mouth with the back of his hand.


“Tom Holland germs,” he frowns, whipping his lips furiously.


“He didn’t even kiss me there,” you roll your eyes.


A/N: Hey guys, so a lot of emotions there, eh? Hope everyone who read enjoyed the part. We’ve still got a couple more to go, so this isn’t the end my friends.


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 Chanel Oberlin (Emma Roberts) Lookbook



Hey everyone! This is my entry to @Simpliciaty ‘s 5000 followers contest, so I made Emma Roberts character, Chanel Oberlin, the mean president of Kappa Kappa Tau from Scream Queens!


Look One 

Fendi Sweater - @missparaply

Cropped Trousers - Rusty Nail

White Chanel No5 Bottle Bag - Toksik 

Chanel Carrier Bag - Toksik

Spiked Christian Louboutin Shoes - @madlensims


Look Two

Pink Fur - @simpliciaty

White Hanner Top - @simpliciaty

White Skirt - @kenzar-sims

Suede Gianvito Rossi Pumps - @starlord-sims


Good luck to all the contestants!

My Thoughts on Robert Sugden

This post isn’t in response to anything specific.  I’ve just seen the term “character development” a lot recently and it’s just made me ponder and ruminate on Robert Sugden and who he is and why he it who he is.
Now, this isn’t a post about what happened on Tuesday per say, but more along the lines of contemplating what’s brought Robert to this point in his life. Also, lets not forget that the recent character develop of Robert Sugden only began a short 6 months ago. Compared to 10 years of learned/forced behavior, 6 months is relatively no time at all.
I had been wondering how old Robert was when Jack asked him to leave to avoid prison because of the Max situation.  I found that Robert was only 19 years old.  I remember what I was like at 19 and the thought of being sent away from my home and family, at that young age, would had destroyed me.
Robert returned briefly when Jack died, but he didn’t hang around. He had already been away from the village and his family for 4 years.  4 long years.  Heaven only knows what his life was like during the years. Where did he live? Who did he hang around with?  How did he survive?  
He didn’t return again until he was 28 years old.  Almost 10 years later. 10 long years.  It begs to ask, how did he live for those 10 years.  How did he get by?  How did he survive.  Did he lie, cheat, steal, scam?  And all the while, he did it all without the support, guidance and love of a family.  He was essentially left to his own devices at such a young age.
So, although the things Robert did in the past when he arrived in Emmerdale again were deplorable and self-centered, I can see how and why he was what he was.  
That’s the only kind of life he’d known for 10 long years. How else could a boy of 19, with no money, no friends and no family survive?  He had to lie, cheat, steal and scam.
He didn’t have a Zak, Lisa, Chas & Cain and the rest of the Dingle clan, taking him under their wing and making him feel like he belonged somewhere.  He didn’t have a Paddy trying to, against all odds, show him love, guidance and how to be a man. He didn’t have an Adam to be a best mate.  He didn’t have a Jackson and a Hazel to show him that it was okay to be who he was and love himself.
All Robert had was himself and his wits and he used them to the best of his ability to take care of himself because there was NO ONE else.  He was alone.  
So, I understand why some people find it difficult to accept anything less than perfection in Robert since falling in love with Aaron.  And I understand how much people want their relationship to be perfect.  But, for me, realistically, Robert is STILL growing and developing. it’s only been 6 months since he’s turned a corner.  6 months that everyone seems to be expecting to wipe out 10 YEARS of survival behavior.  Give him some time, he’s on the right path, he finally has a family and a best mate (yes, Aaron is his best mate in addition to fiance),  and he finally has a real home.
Sorry this went on for SO long, but it’s just been rattling around in my head for a few days.  
~Lynnette @LvngConsiously

Why is my type made so painfully obvious by the fictional characters I fall in love with?

I need a misunderstood, broken soul in desperate need of love so that I can hug him til it’s all better.

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I know I said I wouldn’t openly discuss spoilers here on Tumblr, but considering the cat is very much out of the bag about Wish!Realm Hook and because I can’t stop thinking about him, I figured I’d break my rule for this post, at least.

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  These 10 Harry Potter Actors Might Have Passed Away

…but They’ll Never Be Forgotten

Many of us have grown up with the Potter characters. Sadly the passing of time meant we also lost some beloved actors along the way. My personal favorite character…as is with many Potter-Fans…is Snape. Alan’s death has made me particularly affected.                                        But he will never be forgotten.

Two years ago today, I watched a man be super vulnerable and express his true feelings for another man. I saw a man break down and say the words that he never thought he would mutter out loud to this other human. He expressed his true feeling, love… I never thought after watching the episode on that day that these two individuals would be going through a roller coaster of events that would cause them to truly change and grow as characters. I never thought that in 2 years they would become finances, move in together, become a family, actually find a home to buy and build up together and now just in a few weeks they will be getting married!??!!
After all that drama that went down on February 5, 2015, the one line that always popped out to me was when Robert said, “This isn’t a love story!”. Honestly all I can do is laugh looking back at it now. Aaron has grown as a character but my precious boy Robert has really made me proud! There were so many moments through these past 2 years getting to know him that I thought I was going to have to give up on him. I am so happy I stuck through and trusted that the writers would show his true potential and really show just how much depth he has as a character!
They have come so far and there is so much more to come! I know I say this all the time but I am so thankful for this fandom! I have been here for so long and I am constantly reminded just how loving and strong this family is. I adore you all so very much and (don’t cry Sara!!!) I really do love you all! I am ready for what the years coming have in store for our beautiful boys!

anonymous asked:

Honestly seeing Roberts love for interior design and wanting the flat to be stylish is everything. These glorious character traits are what we were deprived of when he was with the soul sucking whites - now he's free just like he said to Aaron in SSW he just wants to be himself with him and now he is 😊 . P. S Can I join your Ryan is the LOML club cos he is 😋 x

I’M CRYING OH MY GOD DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU JUST MADE ME THINK OF???? remember when the whites were moving into home farm and lawrence was annoyed at rob for trying to sort the furniture?? and rob just wanted to help???? NOW HE CAN FINALLY DESIGN HIS HOME HOW HE WANTS WITH HIS FIANCÉ. COS HE’S FREE TO BE HIMSELF NOW, WITH AARON.

p.s of course you can the club is open to anyone with a strong need to stare at ryan’s face all day

This constant reference to me being the way I looked, it made me crazy, like I was being put into a cage. Something locked in that kind of locked me in. You struggle — you say, ‘No, I’m an actor.’ I came into this because of the craft of acting. I began by doing a lot of character work on TV, just fun acting parts. I played rapists. I played crazies. That was me developing my craft, and it was a matter of pride to sink into a role and be convincing in that role. But instead, when it happened, I’m hearing about my blond hair. That was sad — I found out that I wasn’t going to be let out of that cage. I think a lot of people thought my career started with Butch Cassidy.“

Winter Break: Part Seven

Summary: Your brother, Sebastian Stan, is taking you for a little vacation and internship scouting with him on the set of Captain America: Civil War. On the trip, interesting friendships are made, and Spider-Man doesn’t stay your least favorite superhero.


Characters: Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans, Anthony Mackie, Tom Holland, Scarlett Johansson, Chadwick Boseman, Robert Downey Jr., Paul Rudd, Daniel Bruhl, Don Cheadle, Elizabeth Olsen, Jeremy Renner(more to be added)


Word Count: 1.5k words


Warnings: Swearing?

A/N: heyo, so I just wrote this up today. the scene in here is one of my favorite scenes in CA:CW so I hope I did a good job of capturing it. thank you also to everyone who’s been messaging me and supporting me, you all are dreams, and thank you to everyone who’s been liking the story. (: enjoy

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Leipzig-Halle Airport was freezing.


It was barely eleven o’clock in the morning, and you were standing in close quarters with Elizabeth and Chris, shivering together. They were dressed as their superheroes, and you had to admit they both looked even better in person than on the screen.


“When’s Jeremy going to get here?” you ask, running your hands up and down your arms. You were wearing Damon’s jacket again, along with a long sleeve shirt and a pair of jeans. The weather wasn’t actually that cold, but the wind that would blow across the runway sent the entire cast and crew scuttling for either thicker jackets or human warmth.


“Soon,” Joe Russo replies from a few feet away, near the main camera. “We didn’t need him until today, and he had a few interviews to get to. Once he lands over there,” Joes waves his hand towards the furthermost side of the airport, “we’ll get him suited up and ready to go.”


“So we’re just going to stand here?” Sebastian asks, hugging himself. Mackie was hugging him, and Tom was leaning closely to both of them, teeth chattering. You felt especially bad for him, since was wearing his thin Spider-Man costume and windbreaker jacket, which didn’t look like it was doing much besides keeping his hair in place.


“Renner’s flight is delayed,” Anthony Russo suddenly says, looking up from his phone. Collectively, the cast groans.


You glance back over at Tom, who’s rubbing his hands up and down his thighs, and frown. You think back to when he had offered his arm out to you on the way to the park, and you cave.


“I’ll be right back,” you say to Chris, because you know if you look at Elizabeth you’re going to turn red. You slink past Sebastian and Mackie, and dodge Robert’s swinging hands as he carries on about why Iron Man is better than Thor with Chadwick, and stand in front of Tom.


“(Y/N),” he looks up at you in surprise, and you give him a shy smile. You take Damon’s jacket off of yourself, and offer it out to Tom.


“Trade you,” you say simply.


He stares at the letterman jacket for a long moment, before glancing at his own jacket. “I don’t know if this would keep you warm.”


“It’s okay,” you reassure him. “I’m not the one wearing the Spider-Man onesie.”


Tom laughs, loud and adorably, and you find yourself smiling at him.


“I’ll give it back to you when Renner gets here,” he tells you, and begins to slide out of his windbreaker. He hands you the jacket, his cold, gloved hands sliding over your own hands, and you give him the letterman jacket.


Tom’s jacket is hardly warm, and you shiver as you put it on and zip it up. Tom looks very…well, you can’t think of the word. Strange, possibly? Wearing the Spider-Man costume covered in sensor dots and your high school’s varsity football league jacket, he was definitely something else.  


“Now you look cold,” Tom chuckles, and you glance back at him.


“I’m okay,” you tell him, smiling. “I had to repay you a favor anyways.”


Tom takes a moment before he smiles, dropping his head and shaking it. “I’m sorry,” he says.


“For what?” you ask, shifting on feet.


“That was…weird, yesterday,” he shuffles as well, looking embarrassed. “I just get nervous around beautiful girls.”


You stop for a moment, and then try to suppress the grin forcing its way onto your face. You can’t help but let out a little laugh, and slap your hand over your mouth.


“What?” Tom chuckles, looking at you.


“Nothing,” you say, shaking your head and still smiling.


“Hey lovebirds!” you hear Paul Rudd shout across the landing strip, and you almost face-palm.


“What do you want, Ant-Man?” Tom shouts back, and you give him a wide-eyed look when he didn’t correct Paul.


“Renner just landed! Want to walk over and pick him up?”


“Want to go meet Jeremy?” Tom asks you, and you nod.


“Yeah,” you say. “Yeah, I miss him.”


Tom throws his arm over your shoulder and your eyes widen in surprise, but you pull the windbreaker jacket tighter around yourself and glance in your brother’s direction. Sebastian holds his index and middle fingers to his face, making a I’m watching you motion. You stick your tongue out at him, and the group around him laughs.


“Let’s gooo,” Paul says, with Robert next to him.


“Why is Team Iron Man meeting a Team Cap?” Robert complains as you four walk behind Joe Russo and three security guards into the entrance of the airport from the ground.


“I’m not Team Iron Man,” Paul points out.


“Yeah, me neither,” you add, and Robert stops, giving you a shocked look.
“You’re Team Cap?” he demands.


“Captain America is my favorite superhero,” you shrug. “Plus, you’re trying to kill my brother the entire movie.”


“Get off of her, Parker,” Robert says, pulling Tom away from you. “She’s gone to the dark side.”


“Hey!” Paul protests. “The dark side isn’t that bad.”


“Yes, it is,” you, Tom, and Robert say in unison.


“But Anakin Skywalker-”


“Killed a bunch of little kids,” you cut him off.


“Okay but-”


“And tried to kill his own son,” Tom points out.


“But-”


“Don’t forget he killed his wife and tortured Leia,” Robert adds.


“Okay!” Paul throws his hands into the air. “Fine, dark side not good. But at least Anakin was hot.”


“Before the lava or during the lava?” you ask, and Robert snorts.


Paul gives you a flat look as Tom indiscreetly drapes his arm back over your shoulders as you reenter the airport. “Before.”



“Cut!”


You try to catch your breath as you collapse against Elizabeth, laughing so hard you can barely breath.


It was nearing the fifteenth take on the scene of Mackie and you brother being webbed to the airport floor, and every time Tom would swing over them, supported by invisible suspension cables, he would either kick Mackie in the face by accident or Sebastian would crack up. The rest of the cast and yourself were all standing out of the shot, leaning on each other since the seventh take, when Tom’s foot had slammed into Mackie, and the actor rolled out of the webbing, groaning and holding his crotch.


“Come on, guys,” Joe sighs, rubbing his forehead. “We have to get this part down so we can move on to the next part.”


“Sorry Joe,” Sebastian calls out from the lower level.


Tom, who’s closest to the highest level of the airport, waves down.


“Alright,” Anthony says, picking up his walkie talkie. “Mike, get Tom back over to the other side and shorten his rope. Don’t want to injure our Falcon again.”


Thank you!” Mackie shouts from two floors below.


“Alright,” Joe sighs as Tom dangles freely above the gap in the airport floors. He makes a peace sign as he tips upside down and scrambles to right himself on his wires.


“What a goof,” Elizabeth shakes her head.


“He’s lame,” you smile, watching as Tom tips upside down again and pulls the bottom of his mask up off of his mouth.


“You all look crazy from this angle!” Tom yells out.


“You look like you’re in your natural habitat!” Jeremy shouts back from where he’s leaning against a railing out of the camera’s frame with Chris, Scarlett, and Daniel.


“I am Spider-Man!”


“Like father, like son,” Scarlett chuckles, nudging Robert.


Robert just winks as Tom is raised back to his starting mark, and he pulls his mask back down over his chin.


“Ready?” Joe calls up to Tom.


Tom gives him a thumbs up, and you watch in baited breath as Tom leaps from the top floor, swinging down and shouting his line out while making web movements towards Mackie. You watch Sebastian run out in front of already ‘webbed up’ Mackie, and the fake glass breaks as they fall onto the mats below.

Tom makes the same web movements at Sebastian, and your brother pins his hands to the ground.


“Guys, look,” you hear Tom say. “I’d love to keep this up, but I’ve only got one job here today and I’ve gotta impress Mister Stark. So…I’m really sorry.”


Another rope that had been tied to Tom but he hadn’t used yet suddenly yanks on him, and he moves towards the green mat on the closest window of the airport, screaming.


He hits the map hard, and you jump, but no one calls cut as Tom is lowered to the floor.


“Couldn’t have done that earlier?” Sebastian groans.


“I hate you,” Mackie replies gruffly.


“Scene!” Anthony calls. “Good job guys. Tom, you alright kid?”


“I’m good!” Tom calls from where he’s sitting against the mat. “Just trying to catch my breath.”


“Why’d Tom go flying?” you ask Elizabeth.


“Redwing got him,” Elizabeth replies. “Falcon’s sidekick robot.”


“Ohh,” you nod.


“Okay guys,” Joe Russo announces clapping his hands. “Next scene I need Steve, Natasha, Bucky, and T’Challa. The rest of you can go get something to eat or something.”


“When are we going to do the showdown?” Robert asks.


“Showdown?” Chris snorts. “Like you stand a chance.”


“Want to go, old man?” Robert asks, bumping shoulders with Chris as he passes.


“You’re older than me,” Chris replies, giving Robert an estranged look.


“I’m not ninety-eight,” Robert responds snarkily.


“Pretty damn close to it though,” Jeremy says and Robert flicks him off.


“Come on,” Elizabeth says, taking you by the hand and pulling you away from the rest of the cast. “Let’s go get Tom and we can out for lunch.”


“Stan!” Anthony Russo shouts after you. “I want you to talk with Joe during the next scene!”


“Okay!” you shout back.


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this gif has a whole other meaning to me now :’) its what i used, to send to my best friends today to come out, because i couldnt say the words myself, and robert “did it for me” i cant believe how much Robert , a character means to me, and has a whole other meaning to me now, a character that has helped me come out ❤️ ( credit to the person who made the gif, it wasnt me )

anonymous asked:

None of that excuse what he did though?

where in that post did you see me say that it did? i think the opposite in fact. mental health problems aren’t an excuse for anything.

robert can’t get away with everything he’s done with a well placed “but i’m mentally ill” because that’s not how it works. he has to deal with it and live with it, every day of his life. on top of the mental health issues, not in spite of them.

i don’t agree with a lot of the shit robert’s done, but i’m also not going to wish him dead for it (hahah that post made me want to scream thanks tumblr for recommending it :))))) because i’d wish the whole character list of emmerdale dead for similar reasons :))))

sorry anon, if you didn’t mean for this to be antaganistic, but i’m 100% done with messages in my inbox this morning telling me that robert has zero mental health issues, that it’s not an excuse!!!!!, that he’s the worst and should die…. i had great fun looking at my inbox this morning, and yours was the only message that didn’t actually cross a line, so i thank you for that.

just. taking a post out of context might make you feel better, but it certainly doesn’t make me feel better.

(robert sugden is my favourite character and i constantly feel like trash for liking him :)))))

anonymous asked:

why aaron stan are so bitter about everything? robert stan are allowed to care and defand him just because they hate him that doesn't mean everyone else should do the same

Stop what wait I am not following who hates Robert I am an Aaron stan and I don’t hate Robert and I know more Aaron stans and they don’t hate him either.I know there are people that do but obviously I have the right friends haha we Aaron stans and Robert stans get along very well (blows kisses to my robron fam you ARE WONDERFUL) I think yesterdays episode just hit a nerve and made some people sad and complain about things. I understand that. I mean everyone can have their own opinion and you can defend your fave (AND OF COURSE YOU DO DEFEND YOUR FAVE I WILL DEFEND AARON WITH MY EVERYTHING) but you can defend  your fave without hating on the other character right? Anyways I already answered here what I thought about yesterdays epi and the robert stans being sad. Come one people cheer up ITS WEDDING TIME SOON and THEYRE BOTH SO INCREDIBLY IN LOVE if people cant see this then they should get their eyes checked haha ;) ignore the drama just be happy k?

anonymous asked:

I thought I'd forgotten something and indeed I have. There also seems to be a terrible case of ret-conning. Robert was being presented for two seasons as amazing, pure and wholly loved by his entire family. The first emotional impact of the show is the voice-over - Len, I reckon - telling us about "the bewildered boy who had just lost his brother." Now, you could have made a case of dead loved ones viewed through rose-tinted glasses, but we've moved way past that. [And this'd be ask no7. Sorry!]

I agree. It’s one thing to show how a character was viewed differently by his relatives after he died, and it’s another to try to frame him as a power-hungry bad guy, forgetting all the good he has done. I love all we learned in s03 about Robert, he’s my trash son, my king, and I’ll defend him to death. I also think there are enough bread crumbs around for people to understand his side of the story (though they choose not to). BUT, BUT, there were some great things about Robert from s01-02 that both the fandom and the writers are ignoring for the sake of turning him into a bad guy. Just remember that he created and visited a charity for drug and substance abuse because of his little sister, one that specifically says “you’re not alone” and that he has always wanted the best for her before labeling him an enemy just because he doesn’t like her boyfriend.  

Oh, this reminds me that @littlegirlinvisible did an amazing Robert video touching upon all of that, talking about how his death affected his family, how he was seen before and how he had to built himself again after returning. It’s great and you (and anyone that likes Robert, really) should check it out. 

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Still alive and barely functioning. I haven’t posted in a very long time do to work and a bit of artists block but back at it now and chapter three of ‘After Yesterday’ is currently in the works. 

I was also lucky enough to be offered a space by my college at Art Source in the RDS in Dublin back in November which kept me good and busy. It was an exhausting but I really  enjoyed it, got great exposure and made some good sales as well as buying some gorgeous art myself. :) It was also funny observing  peoples reaction to the odd goth girl with the strange art :P 

Here are some sketches I’ve been doing over the last few weeks trying out different papers and cards for my comic. Is it obvious what my favourite subject matter is haha

The Other Professor’s Breaking Point

Summary: Chuck’s schizophrenia reaches a breaking point.
Characters: Professor Chuck Shurley, Doctor Robert Singer, Professor John Winchester & Female Reader
Word Count: Just shy of 1,900
Warnings: Language, AAAAAAAAANGST, fluff.
Author’s Note: Part 10 of my Professor John series. @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog @hidingfrommychildren @balthazars-muse @aprofoundbondwithdean @manawhaat @spnfanficpond  @mrswhozeewhatsis @iowarose @mrs-squirrel-chester @ginger-rae1991 @dacianamusik23 @leviathanslovedick @rizlow1 @saenalife
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John’s hand on your wrist stopped you from running down the alley, behind the bar. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you?” He made sure to let you and Doctor Singer know that he hated this plan from the very beginning.

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