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fivelakesinwriting · 2 years

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Can you make a dylan fic with a similar vibe to ‘sour’ your joseph fic? just basically needy sex and he takes care of her? 💓💓 you’re so talented and good at writing it’s crazyyyyy! 🤩🤩

Author's Notes: Thank you very, very much. You're incredibly kind. I actually had something similar written a bit ago, but never really intended on sharing. But, I started sharing my Dylan works a while ago, and this request came in...sometimes things fit nicely, and I like that. Please let me know what you think if you have a moment - messages, comments and feedback are greatly appreciated! Thank you! xoxo

Warnings: Swearing, Arguing/ Tension, Slight angst, Sexual references - sexual innuendos, Smut*(established relationship, dom/sub relationship, choking, hair pulling, biting/ pinching, oral sex - female receiving, use of safe words - lights, unprotected sex - be safe out there, your choice how!)

Requested? YES! Requests are open!

*My work is not to be transferred, copied, translated or reposted to any other sites without my permission. And you do not have permission. Please see my masterlist for all other works and warnings. Thank you! xoxo

They were not having a good day.

She was having a hard day with her writing, and Dylan was frustrated. He felt shitty and there was no other soft, term to sugarcoat it. He just didn't feel like himself that day.

"Baby, I was going to order Thai food for dinner. What did you want?" She questioned as she stood in the living room while Dylan watched baseball.

"M'not hungry." Dylan mumbled as he kept his eyes low, and fixed on the television.

"You haven't eaten all day. What do you want, Dylan?" She sighed, asking once more a little firmer as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Don't. Alright? I'm not in the mood for your attitude." Dylan grunted with a glare.

"What attitude? God, Dylan!" She snapped before she stormed out of the room, but Dylan was hot on her heels. He might not have been in the mood for her attitude, but he was in the mood to argue.

"This. This attitude. You're being a fucking brat, and I'm not having it. Give me this." Dylan spat as he grabbed her phone from her hand and placed it down on the counter a little harder than she would have preferred.

"Dylan! That's my new phone!" She snapped as she crossed her arms over her chest again, glaring at him before she went to reach for her device.

"You are in your fucking head all the time, and that's why you can't write anything right now. And then you project all your shit on me. I'm done with it." Dylan growled as he pushed her phone across the counter, out of her reach.

"Like you're so sunny to be around today, O'Brien." She scoffed with a roll of her eyes, adjusting her arms across her chest and accentuating her chest.

"Don't. Don't do that." Dylan warned as he pointed to her chest, watching her take deeps breaths in. He disliked when she talked back to him, but not as much as he liked it. He liked how her face got flushed, pupils dilated and breath uneven when she told him that he was, "a fuck". He liked it when she jammed her finger into his chest, all weak and with no force whatsoever, and then stormed off with that exaggerated sway in her hips.

"Don't stare at my tits then." She snapped as she went to turn on her heel, only to have him take hold of her wrist and tug her back against his chest.

"You know I'm more of ass man, sweetheart." Dylan mumbled as he held her wrist and looked her over.

"Well, watch this ass walk away. You don't get to play, O'Brien." She muttered as she pulled her wrist back and turned to storm away from him.

"I said, don't." Dylan growled as he grabbed her hips and lifted her up, sitting her on the island counter with a thud.

"You're asshole, O'Brien." She whimpered as she pulled his hair hard, making him groan.

"Well, you're a little brat and I'm not too fond of you today either. Did you at least get something done? Make your attitude worth it?" Dylan mumbled as he ran the palm of his hand over her collarbone to her throat, trying t keep his dominance as she rolled her body into his.

"Yes."

"Good. Are you going to be nice to me now?" Dylan grumbled as he gently flexed his grip on her throat, feeling her whimper beneath his palm.

"If you're nice to me." She shivered as she pulled at the hem of his shirt and wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him closer.

"I'm the nicest. I'm such a good boyfriend that I'll lick your pussy, right here on this counter. Would you like that?" Dylan breathed out as he kissed below her ear, his fingers in her hair at the nape of her neck.

"Dylan." She whispered as she tipped her head back so he would kiss her neck more.

"You want my tongue between these thighs, honey? Did you miss me today?" Dylan hummed as he pushed his free hand between them to rub her core through the fabric of her leggings. He felt a territorial grunt bubble in the depths of his stomach as he felt her leggings damp beneath his touch.

She wasn't as angry with him as the little show she had put on today.

"Yeah, baby." She breathed out with a delicious little roll of her hips into his fingers and Dylan completely forgot why he was upset.

Dylan muttered incoherently under his breath as he grabbed the waistband of her leggings and wrestled them off. He rooted his fingers in her panties and tore them at the centre, humming when he saw her soaked folds underneath.

"Come here." Dylan growled as he hitched at the waist, hooking his biceps under her knees to bring her core to his mouth. He gave her messy licks and kisses all her folds, tasting her for the first time that day and he was ravenous.

Her back arched off the counter, her thighs pressed to the sides of his handsome face as she pushed her hands through his hair. She whined and wriggled in his grasp as his tongue swirled around her folds in the most obscene and steadfast circles. He was so good between her legs, and he fucking knew it.

"Gonna make me cum, baby." She whined out as she tugged his hair and rolled her hips into his face.

Dylan hummed triumphantly as she gasped, finishing. He pinched the back of her thigh and gave her entrance a messy open mouth kiss after she came, then tugged her off the counter and put her back on her feet.

"Bend over." Dylan mumbled as he helped her turn around, manhandling her to his desired position. He bend her over the counter and shredded the remainder of her panties, letting them fall to the floor.

"Dylan." She whimpered as she stood on her toes, holding her weight on the counter as he ran his thumb through her drip from behind.

"Sometimes I wanna fuck the anger right outta you, but you know I kinda like it. You know I can handle you. Right, honey?" Dylan mumbled as he wiggled out of his sweats, lined up with her entrance and tugged her head up with his fist wrapped around her hair.

"You couldn't fuck me hard enough, O'Brien." She spat as she pressed back into him to try and fill herself with his length.

"Says the woman who cried because I fucked her so good Saturday night." Dylan growled as he gave her a firm thrust with no warning, making her cry out.

"Fuck you, Dylan." She shivered as she pulled her nails across the countertop as he filled her out, then began a fast pace to shake her whole body.

"Move your hips a little and you will, honey." Dylan teased with a tug of her hair as he leaned down to bite her neck. He groaned into her neck as he felt her bounce back into him, her walls squeezing him tightly.

"Yellow light!" She cried out as he nudged her gspot at a particular angle that made her entire body go weak. After all the anger and emotions she had felt that day, she didn't want to feel him there while she attempted to hold herself upright.

"M'sorry, honey. Are you okay? Am I hurting you?" Dylan panted as he pulled out just a little, hands on her hips as he buried his face in her neck.

"Couch?" Dylan replied as he eased out of her, turned her around then lifted her up ever so gently to carry her to the big sectional couch. He laid her back on the couch and positioned himself between her thighs, kissing along her neck as he waited for her go-ahead once more.

"I didn't say stop." She whispered as she wrapped her legs around his waist and lifted her hips to his.

"M'sorry we fought today. Oh, damn." Dylan groaned as he slipped back inside of her.

"No. I'm sorry, baby." She pouted as she ran her fingers through his hair and down his back, tugging his shirt.

"Are you gonna cum, honey?" Dylan smiled as he pressed his forehead to hers, hands gripped at the backs of her thighs to pull them high around his waist.

"Yes! Will you cum with me, Dylan?" She whimpered as she rocked her hips with his.

The moment Dylan heard her say his name, his hips were no longer his. They became wild, on a mission of their own and it was all he could do to hold on. He gripped her thighs and pressed his forehead to her chest as he came inside of her, a growl deep in his abdomen as he rolled his hips through the aftershock.

"Goddamn, woman." Dylan sighed as his body became weak, flopping on top of hers. He could feel his hands shaking even as he pressed them to her thighs.

"You started it." She teased softly as she placed a soft kiss to the top of his head, her own hands clutching his shirt.

Dylan let out an exhausted laugh as he used all of his remaining strength to turn them over, resting her body on top of his.

"Goodnight, honey." Dylan mumbled as he stroked her hair, both of their bodies fragile and limp. There was more apologizing to do, but that was to be done later. They had so much time.

"You don't want to go to bed?" She asked with a soft kiss to his neck.

"Here's good."

**I have stopped doing a tag list for the time being. Please let me know what you think if you have a moment! Thank you so much xoxo

Requests for Dylan O'Brien, Andrew Garfield, Eddie Munson and Joseph Quinn are open!!! Requests for OBX are closed.

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sarcasticsouthernbookworm · 16 days

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Continuing my Oxventure retirement/last season predictions

Prudence either teams up with or replaces Lilliana as the conquering force in Geth, she is immortal now after all, she rules from necropolis on sea

Egbert dies heroically protecting Shattershield and/or his friends

Corazon continues adventuring, going to explore parts of geth the party never went to

Merilwen either goes with Corazon or back home to try and make the elves less racist

And like I said before, Dob escapes into the painted world to avoid his necromancy curse and/or Katie pearl head’s vengeance. (This is also why Prudence stays at the house in case he ever comes back)

#oxventure #the final season #not spoilers #guesses #bad predictions #but imagine if I’m right about any of these #I really want the dob one to be true #because I loved that bit of the real estate episode #and it seems so in character for dob

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oxventurequotes · 20 days

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thinking abt oxventure × curse of strahd nobody text

#like can u IMAGINE the andy shenanigans #and the jane shenanigans #on my knees begging #like we've had dob-as-strahd so we know he's canon so like. GIMME!!!#this came about bc im listening to the adventure zone vs dracula theme tune #frothing at the mouth #oxventure #reem scream

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strangerstilinski · 1 year

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is there a single soul on here that is interested in a colin writing?? because after rewatching the awful fucking masterpiece that is the sex scene in not okay… i have so many feelings. so many emotions. so many ideas.

#someone needs to put that man in his fucking place and tell him how to make sex GOOD for his partner #he’s got 10/10 dirty talk but 2/10 stamina and courtesy #dear god someone tell him he’s bad at sex and show him how to be a god #colin not okay #dob #colin fic #smut #fanfic #dylan obrien fanfic #dylan o’brien fanfiction #colin not okay smut #colin smut #dob smut #fic ideas #colin not okay imagines #colin x reader #colin not okay x reader

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dylanstileso · 1 year

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#dylanobrien #dylan o'brian imagine #dylan o'brien gif #DOB #dylan obrien #dylan o #dylan o’brien gif #dylan obrien gifs #obrien #obriengifs #dylan o’brien #o’brien

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squishmelo · 10 days

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The best part of brain fog is when the brain fog makes you incapable of explaining how bad brain fog is. Because you dont have the words. Because of brain fog.

"heehee you forget why you walked into a room"

GOIRL TODAY I TOLD THE DOC I WAS BORN IN 1999.

I was not born in 1999. At all. I don't know anyone who WAS born in 1999. I just. Supplied random numbers.

Because.

I forgot.

What I was doing.

In the middle of talking.

Help Me.

#this is a post #the worst part???#is that i am automatic on these things #bc every appointment its name and dob and sometimes phone number and address #and also every phone call and every time i go to an appointment and set up transport and every time i get meds at the pharmacy #SPOILER THIS HAPPENS ALL THE TIME #not only did i forget when i was born #i forgot the numbers i could rattle off in my sleep #automatically #because i say them SO OFTEN #like a chant #like a catholic person saying the our father before every meal #imagine me just being like 'our father who art in' -- oh where was this bitch from again?

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halethestilinskis · 2 years

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"You Don't Know Who I Am?" Colin (Not Okay Movie) Imagine

AN: I did a thing!!!!! Haven't had the itch to write in a bit, but DOB always sparks it- love that man- let me know what you think, I might make a second part!

New York was a special place, full of.... special people. Tourist look at these streets like their dangerous and they will get shot if they look at a vendor the wrong way, or that food poisoning is common among the street food vendors, but in reality, these streets were your home, and you felt safer than ever here.

It was definitely expensive though, your 500sqft apartment in the city was close to $3000 a month, and you didn't make enough to cover that and other expenses, such as food, you ate a lot of ramen and chips. Cars were a luxury, but the good news about New York is you can pretty much walk anywhere. You had a crappy job interning for a magazine that didn't pay you nearly enough for the abuse you took. Writing columns in that ended up in the tiniest font on the very last page that no one cared about or bothered to read, about things you weren't even passionate about. Your parents liked to tell you, you were lucky to have this opportunity, to stick it out and see where it gets you, but it's been two years, and your boss still calls you by the wrong name, and you have to fix it every time you review the piece before it was published.

You woke up with a start, your boss was calling you before your alarm even went off, "hello?" you said sleepily, looking at the time. 6 AM, great.

"Where the hell are you?" she exclaimed, clearly frustrated. You sat in silence for a second while your stomach hit the floor, what day was it, were you supposed to be in the office early today? "If I have to repeat myself, you won't have a job."

"S-sorry" you stuttered out, about to vomit, "I didn't know you wanted me to come in early".

"Are you fucking kidding me!?" You could hear hand hit the table, "If you're not here in the next 10 minutes, you're fired- no don't give me an excuse, I don't care how far you live, get your ass in here".

Your entire body went numb, trying to think back to when she said she wanted you in the office early, you panic looked through your text messages with her, there was nothing in there, you even searched it in the search bar. Reality set in again, you jumped up , grabbed your bag and ran out the door, not bothering to get ready or dressed up, you couldn't afford to lose this job. The door closed and locked behind you. As you were waiting for the elevator you decided there was no time and took the stairs, already starting to sweat, you swung open the front door to the building, in to the cool, garbage filled air of New York, smacking face first into a bright yellow shirt and falling on your ass.

"Aye, shorty, you okay?" The blonde stranger asked, but you had no time for this. You gathered yourself together, grabbed your bag and jumped back up.

"I'm fine, sorry" you muttered frustrated. 8 more minutes or you're fired.

"Yo, you're bleeding" the stranger called after you. You looked down to see red running down your leg. "Fuck" you exhaled, starting to feel the tears of panic creep it's way out, your breathing suddenly rapid. Blood always made you feel faint.

"Oh, shit" you heard before you felt your body on the ground again, your vision a little blurry, "you good, girl?".

"I have to get to work" you gasped out, realizing you might actually lose consciousness, "call my boss", was the last thing you remembered before passing out.

Gasping for air, you woke up on the side walk, the blonde stranger kneeled beside you, your phone in his hand, "please don't steal my phone" you said, trying to take it out of his hands, but not having the energy to.

He smirked, "I don't need an iPhone 5, shorty". You rolled your eyes, seeing the glint of his Rolex in the process. "Is that the time?" you asked, suddenly alert, sitting straight up, your head was spinning, but you ignored it.

"Yeah" he said eyeing his piece, "6:07".

"Fuck" you yelled, grabbing your phone out of his hand and trying to break into a run, but your knee was hurting so badly, you had to settle for hobbling. The stranger seemingly shrugged and took a drag from his vape, turning to walk in the other direction.

You made it to the building at 6:15, 5 minutes later than what you boss had said, hoping she would just be grateful that you were here so quickly she would let the 5 minutes slide. However, in the 2 years you have been here, she has never let anything slide, and remembers everything like her life depended on it. She was waiting in your cubicle when you got there, a box next to her.

"I told you 10 minutes" she tapped her heel.

"I know" you gasped, swallowing hard, feeling the panic creep up again, "I ran out the door as soon as I got off the phone" you stated, showing your obviously poor bedtime attire, "I fell and ended up passing out for a few minutes, before I got back up and ran here", you pointed to your still bleeding leg that ran into your shoes and stained the tongue. You swallowed hard again, waiting for answer, your face burning red from both running and feeling so anxious and embarrassed. Co-workers were looking over their cubicles, their eyes wide with interest and fear.

"Y/N" she sighed, shaking her head. She knew your name? "When I say 10 minutes, I mean, 10 minutes, not 10 minutes and 3 seconds. 10 minutes. This isn't the first time we have had problems. You can pack your stuff and leave" she gave you a satisfied, fake sad smirk.

You felt rage bubble up in you, and you couldn't stop yourself, couldn't hold you tongue this time, you've been tiptoeing around this bitch for too long.

"You're a fucking joke, Cindy" you spat, " I have done nothing but walk on eggshells around you, for two years. I have submitted to every stupid request you give me. Worked overtime every week because you didn't like the way my column was formatted, or you didn't like the topic, even though that same topic was posted by someone else in this trashy magazine, a week later, and it went viral. You didn't even tell me you wanted me in early, you never even told me that you had any problems with me, so how in gods name was I supposed to know to be here at 6 AM?"

She smirked, knowing she won, "you have 2 hours to pack your things, or they will be thrown out, just like every column you ever gave me".

She walked away after that statement, her heels clicking matter of factly.

"When this magazine burns, I hope you know it was because of you" you muttered, shooting daggers into her back. You gave one last frustrated huff, and started packing your things, not letting her get the satisfaction of seeing you cry. However, you did make sure you left a nice bloodstain on the carpet when you knelt down, something to remember you by, or something to cost her money. Both would be better.

It took longer than expected to pack everything, you only expected to be there for 20 minutes or so, but turns out, you had a ton of crap here, all over the office, it took you over an hour to get everything neatly into the box Cindy gave you. Unpacking and repacking several times to make it all fit.

You held your head high as you walked to the elevator, hitting the down button and waiting impatiently for the doors to open. Cindy was looking at you as got into the elevator and turned around, you made sure you held eye contact until the doors closed. You hit ground floor, but it ended up stopping at level 2 for another person.

He glanced up from his phone at you and then back down to his phone. It took him a minute to side step you and press ground level, even though it was already lit up. He glanced over at you above the ray bans he was wearing.

"Aye, shorty, your the girl that passed out on the street this morning" he chuckled, chewing his gum and showing his perfect teeth.

"That's me" you groveled, not interested in having a conversation.

"You good?" he asked, taken a little aback, furrowing his eye brows.

"Got fired" you muttered, holding your box a little higher.

"Shit, that blows" he stated, then looked back at his phone. You wondered what he was doing here, did he follow you?

"Do you work here or something?" you managed to ask.

"Yeah, baby" he grinned, "I'm Colintheweedguy".

You're not sure if he expected you to know who he was, and you weren't one to hurt another's ego, so you just said "oh, cool".

His face dropped, he eyed you over his sunglasses again, and the door opened up to let you out of the elevator. He looked a little shocked and you didn't know what to say, so you just awkwardly smiled and walked away.

Colin walked out behind you, you could feel his eyes on your back.

"Aye, Colin" someone called, your turned around quickly for a peak to watch him dap up a friend and then make eye contact with you. Your whole face turned red, and you quickly turned around so he wouldn't see, and hurried to the door.

"Wait up, girl" he called and jogged up beside you, holding the door open that you were trying to shove open with your foot, "did you work here?".

"Yeah" you said as you tried to reposition your box so it wouldn't fall.

"And you don't know who I am?" he asked, a confused smirk on his face.

"No" you stated flatly, once again, not interested in conversation.

"Who'd you work for?" He asked, offering to grab your box for you, which you refused.

"Cindy on the 4th floor" you huffed, still trying to position your box so it was comfortable to carry for 10 blocks.

Colin took it out of your hands "Ha" he shook his head, "shorty's a bitch".

You were taken aback a little but relieved he agreed with you, and you instantly felt a little more comfortable in his presence. You chuckled, smiling for the first time today.

"That's who I was telling you to call when I was passing out" you stated.

"You couldn't pay me to call that girl" his demeanor suddenly changing. You didn't see when, but his sunglasses were no longer on the tip of his nose so he can look over them, but instead in the right place, he wasn't walking with a swagger anymore, and he lost the fuck boy accent real quick. You decided not to mention it.

"Where do you work?" you asked.

"Depravity" he stated, still speaking normally, "second floor".

"Ah" you nodded, "so you're a social media star".

"Hell yeah I am, baby" he said proudly, the accent coming back. He handed the box back to you and started to walk with that swagger again. You cocked an eyebrow at him as he took a hit from his vape.

"Colin!" you heard someone scream, "Aye, yo, Colin!". He looked around and found them across the street as he blew the smoke out of his mouth and nose, basically blinding him, he waved.

"Sup my dudes" he yelled back, lowering his sunglasses again like he was Mike from Jersey Shore. You rolled your eyes and kept walking. His little fan boys went away, and he caught up to you, "they love me out here".

"I can see that" you stated, raising your eye brows, "your demeanor changed real quick when you saw them and thought I knew who you were".

"Nah, I'm the same person, I ain't fake and shit" he looked offended.

"Okay" you stated, not continuing this conversation, "this is me".

"Shit, girl, you live in the slums" he chuckled, taking another hit on the vape.

"Thanks" you rolled your eyes and typed in the code to your building.

"Hit me up on Insta" he called as the door closed. You shook your head, confused about this day.

You hit the button to go up to your apartment, allowing yourself a moment of silence on the ride up, letting the events of today sink in. The bell dinging brought you out of your thoughts. The building was seemingly empty, everyone was at work, which simply reminded you, you were unemployed. You kicked the door open after unlocking it and placed your box on your counter, sighing deeply and heading to your bed.

You weren't sure what the next few months would bring, you didn't have money saved up to stay here, and your parents weren't the most inviting people. You let a quiet sob out, tears hitting your comforter, and crashed back. You'll figure it out, you always do., but for now, it's okay to mourn a bit.

#not okay #not okay movie #dylan o'brien #dob #colin #danni sanders #teen wolf #teen wolf imagines #teen wolf fake tweets #stiles stilinski #teen wolf preferences

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billyboyblue · 1 year

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What Jeff Davies and the Higher Executives to further extent did to Arden Cho must chew them up. I hope their embarrassing movie embarrasses them. I hope they see how disgusting the replacement of Arden and disregard for asian culture, mythology, religion and history looks even worse in the shadows of so many wonderful Asian cultural mega hits of these past few years. Boo on them.

#anti teen wolf movie #anti jeff davies #i don't know what the writers were thinking and can't imagine writing a more terrible addendum to that eyeroll of a finale #i was not expecting much i was not expecting anything actually but my god the writing the acting the still ugly shots its like good god #its like camp but makes you feel second hand embarrassment instead of happy #i don't even know what to think over all #I'm not even touching the s terek thing which i find hilarious and like ???#also not hoechlin coming back but being like Only if you kill this character with fire #the fuckin tension in the DOB fandom and TW fandom in thw weeks leading up was funny but all of it over this? ha!

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starslung · 9 months

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any time dylan o'brien does something? i do be thinking deeply about it

#imagine if i changed finn's fc back to dob #imagine my power #ooc

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revive-the-fandom · 2 years

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spitelout marrying stoick's sister makes more sense than spitelout and stoick being brothers or valka being spitelouts sister tbh

bc stoick hangs out with spitelout all the time despite the both of them not really liking each other

and spitelout continuously promoting his kid over stoick's bc that's his brother-in-law and spitelout's kid is better lol

also genetically spitelout, stoick and valka have very little in common

#not bashing just had a thought #im getting deja vu #did i already say this or just think about saying this?#anyway #this is 100% based on my own family dynamics #and that one scene in rob/dob where spitelout and stoick argue over whos kid is better at sports like two soccer dads lol #totally imagining snotlouts mom to be super chill #like in anime where she has little flowers next to her head #just giant angry men next to their tiny cheery lady #who absolutely bullies them into being nice to each other

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silentxxsoul · 1 year

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The 'Uncle Buck and Madney house hunting in the same episode, we never lose' reaction dumppp:

this is a fucking mess but so am I 🤣

So many thoughts and hopes for tonight

mainly Madney house hunting and moving forward and picking a place that's theirs ahhhhhhhhhh

AND

FINALLY

UNCLE BUCK

IN (POTENTIALLY) MORE THAN A 'BLINK AND YOU'LL MISS IT' FASHION

which also means bingo for me, bitches

Listen I searched 'never lose' in the gif search and like, how do you pass that up?????

Spoiler alert: you don't

Christ this is already off the rails and the episode hasn't even aired lmao

I've always wanted to go to a Ren Fair but every year I forget until its already over.

You know what's kind of incredible here? They were talking about how girls could be more than princesses and no Hen is the one taking point on rescuing her sister, just reaffirming what her sister was saying before the bees.

I wonder how many hours of makeup/effects she had to sit through to make her look that swollen

WE GOT A JEE "BUCK" OMGGGGGGGGG

HE LOOKS SO HAPPY OH MY GOD I LOVE IT

COLORING

BEING CUTE TOGETHER

JEE KNOWING IMMEDIATELY SHE RUNS THE SHOW AND POOR BUCK HAS NO IDEA WHAT HE'S IN FOR

IM NOT GOING TO APOLOGIZE THIS IS MY JOKER

Terrible twos ahahahaah

She gon'

Did he forget she's half Chim, who loves to mess with him?

The way he's sprinting after her oh my god 😂

If bro says fix it one more time IM going to toss him out a window holy god my guy

Oh damn I didn't realize he was going out the window--whoops that was a day dream. Same tho

I can't believe he ran through every confession possible with Athena lmao buddy stop implicating yourself and get a new job, maybe a therapist

Chris is so grown up 😭😭😭

I LIVE for these Dad!Eddie moments

Carla shoving him into the kitchen hahahaa, man I missed their dynamic. Not the actress, but Carla speaking wisdom for Eddie and the fun banter they always have.

"It's gonna be great" famous last words

Bobby's lucky numbers have me cackling, because they're equal parts adorable and equal parts on brand for a sports obsessed homer

(dont ask me about 1738 and 2015)

No bc if May bought twitter it probably would be the shit show it is now

"Ms. Garcia, RIP" Evan. 💀🤣

Like, how do you think this would be a good idea? I get being overly horny but its a MOVING vehicle ???

The panic when he realizes Chris could be getting his first kiss and Buck being absolutely unhelpful

Eddie went from being invested in Hen swapping Swarezes to being a grump in 0.7 seconds flat

Not the 'grandpa' gd Buck don't give him a heart attack lmao

I missssssed the 118 family banter oh my godddddddd

Bobby's just mad him and Athena didn't do it first

May, don't make unnecessary journeys! Stay out of treacherous creepy dude's houses!

She really found his whole ass manifest

May if you're going to read the dudes journal out loud ROLL YOUR WINDOW UP AND LOCK YOUR DOORS

May, it's literally titled 'my fantasy'

Oh JFC

My nerves are so shot man

Is she going to do training to be a hostage negotiator??? Ohhh I love that angle!!! Bring her in for more big rescues!

(also that made a separate post bc I need to put it into the universe so that Tim and Co. can steal it 😇)

"Look swords", he's such a child lmao

Oh my god now he's talking about teaching Jee girls can do anything by getting her a sword I fucking love him

Hen and Buck fighting, my heart

SHE'S A FUCKING DOCTOR ?

OR IS IT JUST ANOTHER FANTASY ?

Eddie is such a fucking good dad 😭😭😭😭😭

BATHENA TO END IT?! WE ATE SO MUCH TONIGHT

Yall I'm in no way ready for a week off or for the hella long hiatus between 6A and 6B

#911 spoilers #911 fox spoilers #911 fox #surprise dylan obrien appearance #in this hot mess not the ep #but can you imagine if dob graced us on 911 ??? id simply combust

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