Sebastian Stan’s facial expressions appreciation post as The Mad Hatter/Jefferson in Once Upon a Time S02E05
“man i am so tired” stays up for 3 more hours doing absolutely nothing
That awkward moment when you can’t tell whether he’s being serious or not.
His sense of humor comes out at the oddest times, bless his heart.
once i was babysitting my neighbor’s 6 year old and she asked me why i was so ugly and without thinking i said “i’m you from the future” and she cried for like 30 minutes
The world is tearing itself apart. They say I can stop this…
do you ever have those moments where you’re catching your friend up on a series and they make a random guess on something that’s going to happen and it’s actually 100% right and you just sit there like
"MUST NOT LET THEM KNOW"
You may not be able to see your own beauty or love yourself but one day, someone will. You have only lived such a small part of yourself, you will never know what the future brings. So, keep going. Hold on. You are never alone. ♥
For my lovely followers whom I love dearly and would be very much aggrieved if I ever found out that they were gone.
SOMEBODY TAMPERED WITH THE MAIL
I’ve been rather heads-down at work as of late, so I’ll admit to not being quite abreast of discussions in the fandom as I sometimes am (even though, at the best of times, I generally only get wind of such things well after they’ve occurred).
So after the excited burbling following…
He visits, whenever he can, but it’s not often enough. He goes alone. He will allow no one else to accompany him. It’s a personal thing, when Varric visits the grave of Hawke, and too embarrassing for anyone else to witness.
He sits on a stump beside the headstone, where Fenris had…
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Varric, for the most part, is unashamed of his height. He can’t help being born the way he is, and if you can’t change it, why bother worrying?
Sometimes, though, it’s not easy being so damn short.
It’s late at night, and Varric, ever the insomniac, is raiding the keep’s kitchens. Well, trying to, at least. He can’t reach some of the taller cupboards, and he’s just about to drag a chair from the mess hall when there’s a sound behind him.
He turns around and there’s Lady Adaar, wearing only a night shift and a sleepy expression on her face. He swallows hard, a hot blush creeping across his face. Maker preserve him, the gown she wears is nearly transparent in the glow of the fireplace.
"Can’t sleep?" she offers softly, entering the kitchen and reaching towards the taller cabinets he had been struggling to reach.
He nods. “And yourself, my lady?”
She smiles down at him and pulls out the wooden box full of tea leaves. “You were making a bit of a racket,” she teases and his blush deepens to crimson. She begins to make them tea, and he watches, fascinated by the way she moves so gracefully for such a large woman.
He has to admit, the idea of being with her is intriguing to say the least. It’s one of the few times, however, that he truely feels ashamed of his height. She towers over him, and he can’t help but think what others would say.
"Was there anything in particular you wanted, Varric, my dear?"
He swallows at the pet name and shakes his head. She smiles and presses a mug of hot tea into his palms. “Do try to get some sleep,” she continues, and leans down to press a kiss to his forehead. He flushes again when he realizes he can see almost everything down the neck of her gown when she leans over him.
She departs the kitchen with a cheery good night, and Varric is left holding the steaming mug of tea, feeling less like sleeping than ever.
#King David and Princess Emma teaming against Queen Snow about everything and anything#NO BALL#NO SUITORS#WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE’RE NOT GOING TO THE SUMMER PALACE THIS YEAR#WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO TO LIEUTENANT JONES — all right honey you’re on your own on this one I don’t agree either (via paradisdesbilles)
I’d cast the same spell on him if I could do it.