my favorite man on earth

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Happy Birthday to the most beautiful man my eyes have ever seen, the most beautiful voice I’ve ever heard, the most energetic horsecock live, my love and the baddest mother fucking front man of my favorite band on earth! 36 never looked so good! 7/31/1981

M. Shadows 🖤

You’re beautiful - (Bucky x Reader One Shot)

This awesome idea was requested by @melconnor2007 !

Summary: Dating one of the hottest men on earth is incredible, specially since Sebastian is so loving and caring. Unfortunately, your self-steem problems go way back, and you just can’t imagine why exactly is he dating you… And neither can a gossip magazine, apparently.

Y/N: your name

Warnings: self esteem issues

A/N: I loved this idea, and I really hope you like it!! It’s a very interesting perspective to write. If you’re reading this, tell me the objet that is closer to your right hand and is not your phone/computer (I’m just curious about how many people actually read this). Hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by thespoilerwitchblog

Y/N’s POV:

My makeup is spread all over the sink in a colorful mess of labels promising clear skin, a wonderful glow and a beautiful face. I look at myself in the mirror, wondering if I will ever be like the women smiling at me from the plastic tubes and boxes.

I examine my face closely: my acne had a party all over my face last night, what explains the bags under my eyes of a deep shade of purple. I look down at my puffy silhouette, covered on stretch marks and little scars. I’m a collection of everything society deems ugly nowadays.

I feel a presence behind me and look up to see Sebastian’s reflection on the mirror kissing my cheek. “Good morning babe” he smiles as he starts moving a few of my makeup products aside to make space for himself on the sink.

“Good morning” I try to smile, but it comes out like a grimace.

Seb looks at me disapprovingly. “What are you thinking?” he asks, gazing over the magazine I’m clasping. “‘How to be hot in ten steps.’” he reads out loud “Y/N, we’ve talked about this.” He arches an eyebrow until I look at my feet. Then I hear the sound of plastic being pushed aside and a set of strong hands wrap around my waist and hoist me up, setting me on the sink.

Seb positions himself between my legs and smiles at me. “You’re absolutely perfect, Y/N. You need to stop beating yourself up like that” he touches a finger to the tip of my nose, making me laugh. I lean in for a kiss but he puts a finger over my lips. “I’m serious. Promise me.”

“I promise you.” I whisper against his finger, and then I feel his lips twist into a smile as they collide against mine in a warm, loving kiss.

When he pulls away and untangles my legs from his waist, he’s still smiling. “Thank you.” he whispers back, and offers me his hand to jump off the sink. “I have to go to the gym now, babe. I’ll be back very soon and then we have…”

“The interview for that gossip magazine. I know.” I hug him tightly, and smile against his chest when I hear him gasp for air. “I love you”

“I love you too, She-Hulk.” he laughs, massaging his ribs. “See you later!”

After a while, I storm out of the bathroom in a cloud of compact powders and frustration. After about three thousand YouTube tutorials and beauty hacks, I’ve arrived to the conclusion that my face cannot be fixed.

I head over to the kitchen to get some breakfast, but it only takes me five minutes to burn the eggs. “You can’t even fry an egg you completely useless idiot…” I muter to myself as I take a bottled smoothie out of the fridge.

I hear a ding from my phone and head to the living room, expecting it to be a message from Seb. As I turn it on, I see that the notification is from a new article of a gossip magazine I’m subscribed to. I click on it and look outside while it charges, but when I read the title and see the first photos, my breath abandons me.

“Sebastian Stan, as hot as always, has finally decided to relate with people of his category”

The article is accompanied of photos of my boyfriend working out at the gym, surrounded by a group of gorgeous women. I find myself reading it with tears steaming down my cheeks.

“Sebastian Stan, our favorite celebrity and official Hottest Man on Earth (at least according to us), has finally decided to ditch his girlfriend in favor of a group of beautiful woman that definitely suit him better!

Seb was photographed this morning in the gym, surrounded by a few very famous models. Of course, the internet has gone wild, ready to ship the next Perfect Celebrity Couple. Is the actor finally going to go out with someone who is at his level? We hope so!

Even though his breakup with Y/N, his current (ex)girlfriend, hasn’t been confirmed yet, everyone is waiting for it. It was about time for him to end the relationship, a relationship we’ve never been in favor of. You can only see Y/N’s face a certain amount of times without wondering why doesn’t she get a plastic surgery.

While we await for the next Perfect Celebrity Couple, we would love to know your opinions on the subject. Who will Sebastian choose as his next girlfriend?”

When I arrive to the end of the article, I barely have energy to turn off the phone and lie on the sofa. I’m conscious Seb has never actually flirted with any of the models (It’s pretty obvious in the pictures that they were all oblivious to each other) and he would never dump me. But that’s the problem. He would never ditch me, much less like this, but he is gorgeous, and nice, and famous; and I’m… Well, Y/N. In any case, not good enough for him.

I have to leave him.

I search for my energy and manage to get up and go to my room. Once in there, everything’s easier: all I have to do is put my stuff inside the suitcase and ignore the sharp stabs of pain in my chest. Warm tears are steaming down my face, my breath is short and sharp. I won’t look back. I can’t look back. I have to do this for him.

When the suitcase is full, I try to close it, but I’m clearly not strong enough. All of a sudden, I feel two strong arms wrapping around me from my back and then closing the suitcase for me.

“Where are you off to, babe?” a scruffy voice I recognize all too well whispers at my ear.

I breathe in. I wasn’t planing on having to deal with this face to face. I turn around slowly, only to find myself inches away from Seb’s face, his piercing blue eyes formulating the question for him.

“I’m leaving, Sebastian. Don’t call me babe, we’re not a thing anymore” I tell him, avoiding his eyes. He looks confused for a second, so I take advantage on it and slide out of his arms. I try to pull my suitcase from under his hands, but he reacts and holds it down strongly.

“What have I done?” he asks, softly and with an utterly confused look on his face.

“It’s not abut you, it’s about me”

He is quiet for a few seconds before asking “Are you cheating on me?”

“What? No! I would never do that!”

“Then why is this about you?”

I look at him in the eye. I should have lied about cheating. Now I can’t think of a good excuse.

“Y/N?”

“Because… Because I hate you!” I scream, my brain grasping the first excuse it finds. “I hate you for… being so perfect. For being the ‘Hottest Man on Earth’, the man everyone wants to date. The oscar-winer actor. The man that couldn’t be any nicer or sweeter. The perfect boyfriend. I hate you for that, for being the perfect boyfriend, and I curse the day I fell for you, the day I decided to be your girlfriend!” I sob and sit on the bed, hiding my face in my hands.

I expect to feel his arms wrap around me, but they never do. After a few minutes of silence, Sebastian calls me again.

“Y/N…”

I look up to see him on the other side of the room, holding my phone. He must have read the article. Good, that way he’ll realize he needs someone better than me. He mumbles angrily under his breath.

“Y/N, please don’t read this articles. They are written by a jealous hand, and all they contains is poison. Fake poison.” he crosses the room and sits next to me. “They aren’t true, they just want to hurt you.” he presses his finger to the tip of my nose and I hit his hand away. “There’s only one reason I’m dating you, Y/N.”

This gets my attention. I sit up and look at him. “Why?”

“Because you’re the only person I’m madly in love with. You’re beautiful, even more than those models” he pulls a stray hair being my ear. “And I’m not saying this to make you feel better. To my eyes, you’re way prettier than them, way more real.”

“I’m ugly, Sebastian.”

He laughs. “No you’re not, honey. They’re the ugly ones, the fake ones. You’re Y/N, the only woman I’ll ever consider impeccably beautiful. I promise i’m speaking the truth.”

I want to believe him, but I don’t know if I should. I look at the suitcase laying on the bed. Sebastian seems to read my thoughts, because he gently turns my head to him, two fingers under my chin, and looks at me in the eye, those two blue beauties searching through my soul.

“You’re really leaving me because you think I deserve something better?” he whispers, inches away from my face. My breath gets caught in my lungs. “Let me make that decision, Y/N.”

I can’t think clearly due to his proximity. “And what have you decided?”

“I’m exactly where I want to be” he whispers back, seconds before his lips crash into mine.

Working Titles (Damien Jurado Cover)
Kristian Matsson & Amanda Hollingby Matsson
Working Titles (Damien Jurado Cover)

You could mess up my life in a poem
Have me divorced by the time of the chorus
There’s no need to change any sentence
When you always decide where I go next

Many nights you would hide from the audience
When they were not in tune with your progress
In the end you’re a fool like the journalist
Who turns what you sing into business

What’s it like for you in Washington
I’ve only seen photos of Washington
I’ll never know

anonymous asked:

What's your favorite iron man quote? I'm just curious

“Everything I’ve done, everything I’ll do today, everything I’ll ever do, I do to protect this world. Someone once told me that with great power comes great responsibility. That’s usually thought of as a lesson for children. A simple injunction to do the right thing. But there’s nothing simple about it. When I put on this armor, I took on more power than any human was ever intended to have… and maybe more responsibility than my heart can truly bear. But today… I will do my job. I will protect you. No matter what it takes… “ 

- Tony stark, Earth 616 

before, after

hey guys, been a while! back again with a phan fic! I’ve been working on this on and off for like, four months now? I hope you like it, please please tell me what you think. 

summary: Dan and Phil have a dying daughter and they deal with it in different ways, both before and after she goes.

warnings: angst, death, mention of depression and suicidal ideation in the past. if you come across any unmarked triggers let me know and I’ll fix it!

also, side note, my favorite musician ever, the tallest man on earth (that’s just a stage name he’s like 5′7″), released an EP with ymusic and it’s absolutely fucking beautiful, i highly recommend it

length: one part, ~9k

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The air smells warm. It smells of old books and tired carpet, of a furnace turned up too high. Phil is the only one in the pews, and the soft yellow glow of the sconces throws ellipses of light on the wall behind them. It’s so quiet here on a Monday. The ceilings are so high but the room feels so small; the cross at the altar feels close to him, even though he’s in the middle row. He fumbles with the small stack of paper on the back of the seat in front of him, and wiggles out the short pencil from its holder, wondering if there’s a special store churches buy these from.

It helps to write down his prayers. If there’s a record of what transpires when he comes here, then what he asks for is more likely to happen.

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Something’s gotta be done.
Yeah…me.

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So I just need to talk about this man right here for a minute, as today is our anniversary and I need to write something sappy or else it doesn’t count.

Basically, he’s the most incredible man in existence. He is always so positive and loving. He NEVER raises his voice, no matter how aggravating I am. He can make me laugh at the drop of a hat, no matter how grumpy I am. He can make me feel like the most beautiful woman on earth, no matter how badly my depression is that day. He can annoy me in 5 seconds, but he can sweep me off my feet the very next. He’s my best friend, an amazing father, the most incredible mentor for all the kids he works with, a supportive brother, and one hell of a partner.

This man has changed my life. He’s constantly pushing me to push myself, because he knows just how great I can be if I put my mind to it. And not a day goes by where he doesn’t tell me I’m beautiful and that he loves me. He’s the first one to support me and tell me how great I’m doing, even if I’ve had a rough day and feel like I’m a failure. He tells me it’s okay when I’m being overly critical. He lets me cry if I need to, he makes me laugh when I need to, and he always makes me feel loved.

And as far as Olive goes, I just need to say, there is not a man on this Earth that is better suited to be her daddy. You’ve taken on this role as if you were made for it, and Olive took you in just as easily. You may not be her birth father, but in her eyes, you’re the only daddy she’s ever known and loved. Blood or not, you are that little girl’s daddy, and the love she has for you is unconditional. Thank you for giving her what she’s always wanted. Thank you for filling that missing piece in her heart. She loves you so very much.

Happy anniversary, ya big lug. You’re my favorite man on this Earth, and you’re stuck with us forever. That much I do know 💕

My grandfather,

This man is one of my favorite people on this earth. I cant put into words my love and admiration for him. My grandparents Hugh and Pat have been married for 50 years now, they just celebrated their golden wedding anniversary. I really look up to them both and I can only hope that I’m Lucky enough to find someone who loves me as much as they love each other.

These drawings of my Grandad are for my advanced higher folio and I am often walking around with large sheets of drawings or images of my Grandad since I’m focusing on him at the moment. I have had so many people stop me in the streets ( Me panicking and thinking I’ve done something wrong ) just to ask about those sheets. “what a character” they all say and everyone cant help smiling because that’s the man he is, he makes everyone happy. 

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This is one of my favorite recordings.

Last Kasey related post of the night, but...

HIS SAGE FRUIT SHOWDOWN IS IN 6 DAYS. AND AS LONG AS THE SKY IS BLUE AND THE GRASS IS GREEN, IMMA BE THERE CHEERING MY MAN ON. AND HOPEFULLY MEETING HIM. AND TELLING HIM HOW PROUD I AM FOR HOW HARD HE HAS FOUGHT ALL YEAR, ESPECIALLY THE LAST THREE WEEKS. AND TO TELL HIM HOW HE’S CHANGED MY LIFE. 

I COULD NOT BE MORE EXCITED. I’VE BEEN WAITING ON THIS CHANCE FOR YEARS, AND I’M STAYING HOPEFUL I WILL MEET HIM.

Okay, freak out moment over lol. And yes, the caps was necessary. ;)