Anyway 5sos Put Ghost Of You, Amnesia, The Only Reason, Lie To Me And Why Won’t You Love Me In That

my expectations were already extremely high before but Peter woah woah woah Kavinsky just raised it once again and it’s damn near impossible right now if anyone needs a bridesmaid hmu im gonna be single for a long time

me whenever Oscar Issac was on camera: oh look, the most important Oscar there

while we're at the topic of Oscar Issac, BB-8 on the stage was the purest things in the world anyone who says otherwise can fight me

ryan’s face is a mood 

pixar you got one chance and one chance only

don't mess up my childhood

@ashtonirwinofficial5sos I am so sorry for what goes on in my brain but here you go @5sos

ok but ryan at z-bergs prom thing... can i just say... RYAN ROSS IS STILL SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL HOW??? HE STILL HAS THE VOICE OF AN ANGEL im gonna go cry in a corner now

Awsten Constantine Knight is really living his best life here and reading the bible at emo nite i stan

yessssssss

when i was, a young boy

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doing a reread of this sweet little series - for my seb girlies you’ll love this

chapter one: mismatched sneakers

Sebastian Vettel x Fem!Reader 

Warnings: mentions of absent parents, single parents, hints to postpartum depression, little bit of sadness and vulnerability, liv and milly have their parents wrapped around their fingers, soft dad seb, seb doesn’t boast about his career enough according to reader, reader starts to develop a little crush on mr seb. 

Word Count: 2.7k

Author’s Note: literally based off my tags on this and @estevries screaming at me to write it in our DMs lmaoooo, enjoy papa seb <33 // also for the purpose of this, he and queen hanna weren’t together, his daughter is from a different relationship :) 

sugar and spice; all things nice masterlist

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Olivia goes running towards the front door, “slow down!” You shout to your daughter, grabbing your own bag from the car before joining her. You let her in, the little girl dropping her bag by the door to sit on the bench and kick off her shoes. 

“Liv,” you huffed, noticing her mismatched sneakers. “Do I need to ask why you have two different shoes on?” 

Your daughter looked over at you, a mischievous smile on her face. “I do?” She asks, glancing down at her feet. You roll your eyes, not being able to hide the giggle. 

“You’re trouble,” you tell her, helping her take off the shoes and give her another pair. “Let’s go,” you nod towards the opened door, watching as she put her slippers on and ran back outside. 

Olivia, your daughter, had been asking you for a playdate with her best friend, Amelia. Milly was 6, turning 7 at the end of next week while Liv was 6, yet to turn 7 because her birthday was late in the year; October opposed to Milly’s May birthday. Amelia lived with her grandparents on her father’s side. Her dad worked with cars and traveled for his job from your understanding. 

Amelia’s grandmother didn’t go into too many details but you knew he came home for a few days at a time to see her, it’s just that you’ve yet to meet him. 

You glanced at your daughter in the rearview mirror as you turned in the other street; they lived 5 minutes away and you knew the route blindfolded. Amelia and Olivia had been attached at the hip since their first day of junior kindergarten. 

The curb in front of their house was empty, and a car you’ve never seen before was parked in the driveway. Olivia held your hand as you two walked up to the door, and you let her knock. 

Heike, Amelia’s grandmother, was who you were expecting to open the door, not a man who looked like Amelia’s twin; messy blonde curls, bright blue eyes and a smile to match hers. 

The man had one hand on the door, leaning on it slightly as he looked at the two of you, smiling at the little girl beside you. “Can I help you?” 

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