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vettesebas · 1 year
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happy multi 21 10-year divorceaversary
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seb-boo · 7 days
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seeing the back of Seb’s bare neck has me feeling some type of way…
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ritties-moving · 8 months
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me when i think abt the ranboo community outside of my mutual circle
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feraltwinkseb · 11 months
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November 7, 2010 - Sao Paulo, Brazil Source: Mark Thompson/Getty Images
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sebbyisland · 3 months
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i'm gonna be honest I don't care for Lucifer as a Redeemed Father Figure until he explicitly apologizes for being an absent father and also that it's actually acknowledged in the show that this happened and it sucks. He's clearly a man who had mental health challenges that prevented him from being present for his child. He's depressed, he still wears his wedding ring after at least seven years of divorce, he got kicked out of his home and LITERALLY sent to Hell. Even though he never blamed Charlie for any of that, he hurt his daughter. To say that Lilith "separated" him from Charlie takes away his own autonomy and responsibility as a parent. Charlie's mom has been MIA for literally seven years. What was stopping him from reconnecting then? Charlie is in her late 20s at MOST. Who has Charlie had to rely on except Vaggie and some Dinsey princess animal friends for nearly a decade through her young adulthood? Not her father nor her mother.
This isn't all to say Lucifer doesn't love Charlie. Clearly, Charlie reaching to him for help was a needed first step to rekindle a relationship he desperately wanted. However, it's very telling that Charlie waited until she was truly desperate to reach out to Lucifer. She loves her father, but she doesn't trust him, and she shouldn't. It's up to Lucifer from this point on to earn back her trust. Yes, mental health is difficult, and I'm happy that he seems to have realized that his love for Charlie is more important than his destroyed ideals, that there is more in life to appreciate. I'm happy for him and I love how he truly just wants to support Charlie the best he can. But he's still an irresponsible clown, and until that's addressed, I just don't think he gets to have a "Fathering Trying His Best" award. His behavior is realisitc in that most shit parents DO want to just pretend their shit behavior never happened and everything is good now, but it's not fair to their loved ones. It's ESPECIALLY not fair to Charlie.
I know this might not be as important to other fans watching, but I'm just a little dissappointed because I think there was a lot more we can get from the Charlie-Lucifer dynamic that I'm not sure the show will address in the future. Maybe in season 2? Here's to hoping idk.
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liubovpohorelova · 8 months
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I couldn't help but draw Seb as Sharpay, because it's just an iconic💫
And even the 4th season couldn't destroy my love for this character💕
Thanks Joe Serafini for this incredible role✨️
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sebnameyourcar · 2 years
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if i was a little child and went up to sebastian vettel and said i was so sorry about his retirement and that i loved him and he said “thank you but i’m not that important” idek what i’d do. mr vettel ily but can you stop saying these things there’s being humble and then there’s whatever the hell you have going on
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breadedsinner · 1 year
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Tether cover but it’s this
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stevefightmerogerss · 11 months
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the avengers assemble animated series/ comic based storylines combined with the 'what if' aesthetics would be unstoppable tbh
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panquecadecaramelo · 1 year
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Durarara & Sebastião Redraw
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vettesebas · 2 years
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mutual interests
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russellsppttemplates · 3 months
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someone (maybe Seb) gifting a book like this to mick and mama for the kids
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT87aBhQu/
Cw: reader is pregnant
"I know it's tradition that you bring gifts for the baby, and we have them, too, I saw this company the other day and I had to ask them to make one for you", Sebastian smiled as he handed Mick a little bag. Your husband pulled a small book out of it, the cover showing what you pin as cartoon versions of you and Mick, the title reading "Mama and Papa".
"This is the story of you. Don't worry, they didn't ask for many details, and I just put a few moments I remembered Mick telling me about", he smiled as you flicked through the book, moments when you were kids, the day Mick asked you to be his girlfriend, a few races, Mick on his first podium, then your wedding, and finishing with cartoon you with a baby bump and Mick kissing above your belly button.
"Oh, this is so cute, Sebastian, I love it!", you cooed, closing the book before you hugged him, tippy toes and your bump only allowing you so much of contact.
"This way, your little ones will know the love story that made them come to the world, and there's no other one alike!", he said.
"This is so creative, thanks, Seb!", Mick hugged him, "I'm just going to place this on top of the table and then we'll join everyone in the living room".
"Look! Even Angie is here, Mick!", you pointed at the picture in the back, "Rora is going to be born into such a loving family and group of friends", you smiled at the prospect, "she's going to be very loved, that's for sure", Mick said as he kissed your forehead, feeling your baby kick against his palm on your bump, "That's right, little one, so much love for you".
(Thank you for your submission ✨️)
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peeweekey · 16 days
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Sebastian likes frogs. Emphasis on the word likes.
He appreciates them, they do good for the environment. They eat up all the nasty flies that buzz around the mountain lake, too. He doesn’t have to worry about mosquitos snaking on his blood while he smokes. It’s just a plus that he finds them cool and interesting.
Which most people find weird. Sebastian thinks it’s weird that they find it weird. Frogs aren’t going out of their way to bother people.
Yes, he likes them. They’re his favorite animal, certainly.
But favorite is not enough for him to want to smooch a frog.
“Sam, I’m not gonna fucking kiss a frog.”
“C’mon! It’ll be like the movie!” Sam teases, insistently shoving Sebastian to the frog innocently sitting on a park bench. “Who knows, maybe it’ll be your very own froggy princess—”
“Didn’t the girl turn into a frog when she kissed it,” he shoots back, elbowing Sam backwards in the gut. The blond lets out an overdramatic hiss of pain, bent over and clutching his stomach. “Abby, back me up here.”
“I never watched that stuff,” Abigail shrugs, watching with amusement. She makes no move to help at all, comfortably resting against the wide wooden posts of a fence. “Watched a lotta cartoons though. Phineas and Ferb is my jam.”
“Not about the movie,” Sebastian grits exasperatedly. His brows knitting together in frustration “The frog.”
“Mhm, go on,” a cheshire-like grin on her face. “Kiss it, Seb. A big smooch right on its slimy mouth.”
Sam eggs him on, the pain of being elbowed magically disappearing. “Do it! Do it!”
Sebastian presses his lips tightly together. There’s no use resisting once Abby and Sam band together. They’re a force to be reckoned with like this—demanding and overbearing. Sebastian exasperatedly wipes a hand over his face, shooting the poor frog a sorry look.
Sam pushes him one more time, he gives him a stony glare in return. “Fuck—alright! Stop being so damn loud, you’ll scare it away.”
The frog in question croaks slightly, like it senses the trio talking about it. He gives it a wary glance.
As he slowly approaches, Sebastian can hear Abby and Sam’s satisfied sniggering behind him. They roped him into doing another stupidly outrageous thing for the umpteenth time.
He sighs, he really needs better friends.
Mustering up all his courage, he bends down, almost eye level with the frog, resting a hand on the wooden grain bench on where it’s perched upon.
He screws his eyes shut and goes for it.
Sebastian’s lips connect with the frog’s slimy, almost rough skin. So fast and featherlight that it can barely be considered a kiss. Cold against his lips. He pulls back immediately after, wiping any residue off his lips with the back of his hand.
The frog jumps, croaking with,what he assumes is, alarm.
“See?” Abby laughs, ruffling his hair good-naturedly. “No princess in sight. You didn’t turn into a frog either!”
“Man,” Sam snickers, patting him roughly on the back. Sebastian groans with every smack. “It would’ve been cool though, if you turned into a frog. We’d have a frog drummer in our band!”
Sebastian shoves his unruly friends off. “Yeah, whatever. Let’s get going. The frog is probably traumatized.”
“You can check that off your bucket list,” Abby teases, a smirk playing on her lips. “Kiss a frog before I die. We’ll tell the story for generations.”
Sam howls with laughter, Sebastian feels absolutely mortified.
Before the trio could make any move out of the park, a cloud of green smoke curtains the frog, so thick and so unusual. Sebastian unconsciously backs away from it.
“What—woah,” Sam says, more mezmerised than shocked at the green smoke pouring out of the frog Sebastian kissed. “What is that?”
“The fuck if we know, Sam!”
“Boys, boys, shut the fuck up. Look.”
Abigail points at the fog. It grows and grows, stopping and dissipating once the whole bench is covered with the green mist.
The frog is gone—disappeared into thin air. Instead, a not-so-frog shaped person sits. You blink up at Sebastian slowly.
Woah, woah.
He feels his heart accelerating—for all the wrong reasons. An unusual thumping sound that vibrates all throughout his body—his fingertips, his stomach, his toes. Where there should be fear and panic and definitely fear, Sebastian feels exhilaration.
You’re pretty.
It’s also pretty horrifying for him to think—and feel.
You blink slowly—a frog-like trait that cement his suspicions. You’re staring up at him as he stares back down at you, curious meets bewildered. “…”
His eyes are wide, scanning each and every part of your now not frog-like features. Sebastian feels cold sweat dripping down his forehead—a stark temperature difference to the heat in his cheeks. “Oh—oh shit.”
“Uhm… ribbit?”
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Another thing he blames on Sam and Abby—his horrifying attraction you; the person, not the frog.
He checks that off his metaphorical bucket list, too.
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theemporium · 7 months
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Please may you write any driver (except seb) with a daughter who gets her first period🥹
thank you for requesting!🫶🏽
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Daniel usually never had any problems taking care of the kids alone when you were gone.
It usually ran very smoothly, in fact. They always had a good system in place when you’d be out of the house for a few days, one that had worked ever since the kids were little. And this time should have been no different. 
It was a Monday, which meant all of the kids had school. Daniel had been on a roll since he woke up this morning, managing to squeeze in a quick workout before the kids woke up. The dog was walked and fed. He had the two twin boys fed and dressed, sitting on the couch watching cartoons before they had to leave. The only issue laid in your young teenage daughter—Charlotte—hadn’t even left her room.
And Daniel was starting to get concerned. 
“Honey? You good in there? It’s been a while.”
“I’m fine!”
“Are you—”
“Go away, Dad!” 
His frown instantly deepened. He knew his daughter. He knew what she was like, especially considering she had been constantly referred to as a miniature version of himself. She had her moods, though usually she was just a little quieter than usual when she was grumpy. Something else was wrong, and it made his chest tighten with worry. 
He almost wished you were there to help, but the last thing Daniel wanted to do was worry you when you were on the other side of the country.
“I’m coming in,” he called through the door, his hand hovering over the doorknob as he waited for his daughter’s response. When he received nothing, he took that as his signal and slowly pushed the door open. 
He peeked his head through the ajar door and his heart broke a little at the sight. Charlotte was curled under her duvet, but her head was poked out the top. Her eyes were red, her cheeks were puffy and she almost looked scared. He hated it. He hated seeing his little girl like that.
“Oh baby,” he sighed as he slid inside the room, shutting the door before he quickly kneeled by her bed. He reached for her, pushing some hair behind her ear. “What’s wrong? What happened?”
“You can’t help,” she sniffled.
Daniel frowned. “What do you mean I can’t help?”
“I—” she paused, and he could see a fresh set of tears build up in her eyes. “I need Mum.”
His heart twisted a little more. “Baby, anything you can tell your mother, you can tell me too. I want to help.”
“It’s embarrassing,” she whispered, her voice cracking a little at the end.
“Nothing is embarrassing, honey,” Daniel assured her, wiping away a few stray tears. 
Charlotte let out a deep sigh. “I started my period.”
His instinctive reaction was to reach for his phone and call you. He wasn’t stupid, he knew how to deal with periods and how he could help. But her first period? He didn’t even know what to say, if it was different or if he could use all the tricks he learnt with you over the years.
But when Charlotte stared at him with big and hopeful eyes, Daniel knew he needed to be there for his little girl and that was exactly what he was going to do.
“And that’s very normal for a girl your age,” he reassured her before he gave her a soft smile. “How about this: you go into the bathroom and use one of the pads under the sink that Mum keeps there, okay? Maybe have a nice, long shower too. I’ll go drop your brothers off to school and then we’ll have a Daddy and Charlie day.”
Her eyes widened. “What about school?”
“I’ll call them and tell them you are staying home today,” Daniel said with a shrug.
“Really?” Charlotte whispered. 
“Really,” he said with a grin. “I’ll even make your favourite pancakes. 
Charlotte sniffled again, though the glossy eyes didn’t worry him as much when she was smiling at him. “Thank you.”
“Anytime, kiddo,” Daniel grinned as he leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to the crown of her head before standing up. “I’ll be back in thirty minutes, and I’ll get some snacks from the shops. How do you feel about a lazy movie day?”
“That sounds perfect, Dad,” Charlotte said with a sheepish smile.
“Then that’s exactly what we will do,” Daniel said with a nod of his head. “And don’t worry about your Mum, I’ll call her to let her know what’s going on before she freaks out and thinks you’ve ran away with the kangaroos.”
Charlotte laughed in response, and seeing a smile on his little girl’s face was more than enough for him.
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deathclassic · 3 months
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tag game wednesday thursday
thank you for tagging me @energievie @creepkinginc @iansw0rld @mybrainismelted <3
name: molly
age: 25
location: to the left of new zealand and south of indonesia
and now, think about your childhood and tell me:
did you have a nickname and is it still used? not really, people called me moll sometimes and they still do
what did you want to be when you'd grow up? zoo keeper!
your favourite cartoon: powerpuff girls or scooby doo
your favourite TV show: hi five and when i was slightly older (11-12) but still too young, misfits and uk shameless
your favourite book: the babysitters club were my favouriteeeeee
your favourite toy: i liked polly pocket a lot!
your favourite thing to eat: i used to really like cheese and avocado sandwiches
your favourite school subject: art or geography
how did you spend your summers? inside bc it was too hot to go outside! or at my friends house bc they had a pool or we'd go to the beach
did you listen to music? if yes, did you have a favourite band/artist? of course! my favourite bands as a kid were fall out boy, panic at the disco and my chemical romance :') and nearly 20 years later that has not changed much
and lastly, tell me something you did as a kid that your parents still don't know about: that my friends and i were the reason the school had to hold a meeting for my year level about which websites are banned? (It was wattpad, my friends and i got wattpad banned from school)
im tagging some people just to say hi because,,,,idk i feel like i dont interact with people anymore and im trying to change that obviously you dont have to do this im just saying hey
@ian-galagher @spacerockwriting @skylerwinchester @stocious @heymacy @heymrspatel @look-i-love-u @michellemisfit @jrooc @ifallonblackdays @metalheadmickey @gallawitchxx @lingy910y @gardenerian @sam-loves-seb @darlingian @callivich @silvanshadow @ms-moonlight-inn @gallavichgeek @suzy-queued @transmickey @arrowflier @sleepyfacetoughguy @vintagelacerosette @m4ndysk4nkovich
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marvelfanfics1 · 1 year
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hii can i please request a rainy day with daddy chris? watching cartoons and cuddling. hope your doing well btw and i love your fics sm! <33
Rainy Day
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Pairing: daddy!chris x little!reader
Warnings: Age Regression, fluff, don't like? Don't read!
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You pout while looking out the window where it was pouring non-stop. The actual plan was to go to the dog park with Dodger today but it was already raining when you woke up.
You were in your playroom sitting and waiting with Dodger before the window after breakfast and desperately hoped for the sun to come out again.
"What are you two doing?" your Daddy asked while walking inside to stand behind you, leaning down to kiss your head and reaching to the side to scratch behind the pup's ear.
"Don't wike the rain" you pout again, leaning against Chris.
"Oh, Honey, I know you wanted to go to the park. I promise we go tomorrow if it's not raining again, yeah?" he said and you nod, you were still a little disappointed but it's not your daddy's fault that it's raining and you know that.
Chris tried to distract you by playing different kinds of games with you for a while when he saw you start to rub your eyes and yawned a few times.
"What do you think of cuddling and watching cartoons for a bit and later we can look through the coloring book that Seb gave you last week, how does that sound?" he asked and you stopped playing, making grabby hands for him.
"Yes pwease," you gave him a little smile. He picked you up and pecked your lips, making his way to the living room with Dodger trotting behind.
On the way there he stopped by the bedroom to get your stuffie and favorite blankie that he knows comforts you very much.
"What does the princess want to watch?" he asked while setting you down on the sofa, handing you your comfort items and you giggled.
"The Pwincess and the Frog!" you smiled, going with the nickname.
"A good decision, isn't that right buddy?" Chris asked and Dodger barked in agreement, jumping on the couch and laying down beside you.
Chris put on the movie and sat down on your other side, placing his arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer.
He grabbed your blankie and covered you with it and you took some of it to also cover your daddy with it.
During the movie Chris was rubbing either your back or your arm, that's something he does often when you're close to falling asleep.
Later that day, after you had taken your nap on the couch, you were sitting in the kitchen and coloring in your new Marvel-themed color book while your daddy was preparing dinner.
"Daddy, look! Is you!" you squealed when you showed him the page.
"That's right, such a smart girl I have" he praised and you started to color happily.
When Chris was done with cooking you put the book aside and he placed a plate with spaghetti before you.
"I wanna eat on my own today. M big girl!" you said and he was about to hand you the fork but hesitated, making you look up at him.
"You can eat on your own but only if you take a bath afterward," he said but quickly added. "Without complaining" you nod, taking the purple plastic fork and starting to eat.
Just like he thought, you ended up with sauce all over your face and clothes.
He was relieved when the bath went smoothly, only a few whines but got easily distracted by all the toys he let you put in. After he helped you put on your jammies he went with you through your bedtime routine which included doing your hair, brushing your teeth, and putting on body lotion.
Chris send you to the bedroom so he could get ready for bed as well and smiled when he heard you giggling and shuffling around on the bed, knowing that you were probably fooling around with Dodger.
He wasn't in the bathroom for long and soon joined you in bed with a story to read you to sleep. You got as close as you could to your daddy and wrapped yourself around him, feeling him kiss your head and listening to him reading the bedtime story.
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