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fahc headcanon that the crew gets pumped/in the zone before heists by listening to and rotating each other’s spotify playlists and playing them over the speaker system in the penthouse

so one time it’s ryan’s turn and they’re getting ready and in the mood (playlist for example) when all of a sudden some cheery jingle starts playing for some random ad

and then it’s just

“RYan! Are you fucking SERIOUS??!! You STILL haven’t fucking bought spotify premium??! What are you DOING?!”

“I just…. ya know… haven’t.. gotten around to it..?”

Swoozie aka Adande is waiting until marriage to have sex and I am just so amazed that there is actually a man…a black man…who lives in the United States…who is attractive…and a nice guy…and funny…WHO IS WAITING UNTIL MARRIAGE!! 

It gives me hope *wipes tear from corner of eye*

I have developed my first internet crush. 

I just want to email him and be like “YOU SO FINE!” but he has probably heard it before from a million girls. So then I wanna email him and ask him how it feels to get shot down for choosing not having sex but then I sound like a stalker…

So alas I am going to be comforted in knowing that these type of guys do in fact exist and hope that I find mine soon :D

anonymous asked:

I did not know I needed a Yuuri cologne ad until I saw yours 😂. (Though I must admit the first time I glanced I thought it was lube 😛) Anyways, big fan of your blog! Keep up the amazing art ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Hehehehe, I’m happy that you like it X3
I’M EXTREMELY PROUD OF THAT AD
And whose to say it isn’t lube?
Me
i say that
It’s not lube
please don’t use cologne as lube

Music Series: Escape (The Piña Colada Song) by Rupert Holmes

As I took a short break to have a bite of dinner and listen to some music, I heard this song which I have always loved, and every time I hear it, I smile thinking it must have a sweet Harry story in it somewhere.

Well…it does…and I absolutely love how it turned out! I’ll get back to writing your requests now, but I’m happy I took some time to write one of my own again.

This is “Escape (The Piña Colada Song)” by Rupert Holmes from 1979. Great song that I think most people have heard and recognize. You can hear this song HERE or by going to my Spotify playlist called ‘Timeless’.

Enjoy! xo

Shelli

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I was tired of my lady, we’d been together too long

Like a worn out recording of a favorite song

So while she lay there sleepin’ I read the paper in bed

And in the personal columns, there was this letter I read

If you like piña coladas and getting caught in the rain

If you’re not into yoga, if you have half a brain

If you like making love at midnight in the dunes of the cape

Then I’m the love that you’ve looked for, write to me and escape

Harry laughed as he lay on the sofa, his head in your lap, looking at a newspaper.

“What’s funny?” you asked, grinning.

“Some of these personal ads are hilarious,” Harry chuckled.

“Oh?” you asked, trying to read.

“Here,” he said, looking at an ad and reading. “Listen to this, babe. ‘SWM, 25, seeking beautiful woman for friendship only but must love sex, looks do not matter. Must be 6 foot tall, blonde, big tits, little waist, juicy ass, and love dick. If you fit this, respond to #3129’. Seriously?” Harry laughed.

“It doesn’t say that,” you squinted to read the ad yourself.

“Right there, look!” Harry pointed to it and showed it to you, as you shook your head in disbelief, reading the ad. “What are some people thinking?”

“I get that some people just want to feel intimate with someone, but it amazes me that they don’t seem to read their ad before they place it,” you chuckled. “Amazing.”

“I’ll bet you I could pick your ad out if you placed one,” he said, proudly. “I think I know you well enough by now to know which one is yours.”

“Oh, do you?” you laughed.

“Yes!” he said confidently, sitting up and looking at you, smiling. “Why? Could you not pick out mine?”

“If you were being honest about it, sure,” you nodded. “But you would write one to be funny, or to try and throw me off, just so you could win.”

“I wouldn’t, I swear,” he giggled. “Oh, this could be fun. Let’s do it.”

“Do what?” you looked at him, confused. “Love, we don’t need personal ads. We’re already with each other, and at least I am happy about that.”

Harry laughed, kissing you sweetly. “I’m very happy with you, sweetheart, but wouldn’t it be fun? Both of us write an ad and place it in the paper and see if we end up meeting each other in the end?”

“And if we don’t?” you laughed. “What if you think it’s me and it isn’t, and you end up meeting some woman for a drink at a bar, and find it’s a fat, balding man in his 50’s with hair covering his back like shag carpeting?”

“I won’t. Like I said, I know you too well,” he smirked. “I’ll know exactly which one is you, and when you walk in, you will see me sitting at a table watching for you.”

“Okay, smarty pants,” you laughed. “Let’s say you’re right, and you can pick me out of all of them. What if I pick someone completely different? What if I’m not as good as you, and I end up in some secluded location with some big, burly, scary dude breathing down my neck wanting in my knickers? Hm? Then what?”

Harry began to speak, then stopped, his face becoming more serious.

“Oh. Hadn’t thought of that. Couldn’t forgive myself if something happened to you, just for a bit of fun,” he said, gloomy and resigning. “Guess it’s not such a great idea after all.” He kissed you sweetly. “Was a fun thought, though.”

You saw he was disappointed that his fun was stamped down and you wanted to cheer him up again.

“Okay, let me make a suggestion, then,” you said, as he listened to you intently. “We’ll do this, and I’ll take my guard with me. That way if I am wrong and meet up with the wrong guy, Beefcake will protect me and we’ll know to never do that again. Sound good?”

“I don’t know, love,” Harry grinned slightly. “The thought of you…”

“Hey, it was your idea,” you smiled, shrugging your shoulders. “Oh well, would have been fun anyway.”

Harry thought for a moment then smiled.

“Alright, let’s do it,” he agreed. “Write your ad and I’ll write mine, and we’ll place them, set our dates for the same night, same time, see what happens.”

I didn’t think about my lady, I know that sounds kind of mean

But me and my old lady had fallen into the same old dull routine

So I wrote to the paper, took out a personal ad

And though I’m nobody’s poet, I thought it wasn’t half bad

Yes, I like piña coladas and getting caught in the rain

I’m not much into health food, I am into champagne

I’ve got to meet you by tomorrow noon and cut through all this red tape

At a bar called O'Malley’s where we’ll plan our escape

As you both got ready for your “dates”, you smiled and giggled at each other. Harry kissed the side of your head as he passed by you, watching you adjust your earrings and fix your hair.

“You look beautiful, baby,” he said, giving you one last kiss, as both of your cars awaited you in the drive. “Why am I so nervous?” he laughed.

“Because there is a chance that we have both made the wrong decision in which ad we chose,” you admitted with a sigh. “You could be meeting up with someone who is a bigger nightmare than your worst fan experience, and I could be meeting up with her great Uncle Wanda.”

Harry laughed loudly, then hugged you tightly.

“Remember to keep your guard near you, please, babe,” he instructed, kissing you sweetly, not wanting to let you go.

“Starting to have second thoughts?” you asked, as nervous as he was.

“Honestly? Yeah…” he admitted. “I know you’re safe with your guard. But, the idea of you meeting with some man…I don’t like it. You’re mine.” Harry kissed you tenderly, caressing your face lovingly and holding you in his arms.

“What happened to being sure you found the right ad?” you asked, nibbling his jaw. “Not so sure now?”

“Are you?” he returned. “Sure you picked my ad?”

You looked at him, then kissed him gently, knowing you weren’t.

“We don’t have to go through with this, you know,” you told him. “Or we could just tell each other our ads to see if we were right or not.”

“Loses the thrill then, doesn’t it?” he asked, kissing your temple, pressing his lips repeatedly against it.

“Can’t have it both ways, love,” you said, cherishing the loved-on feeling he was giving you.

You both stood for another moment, simply holding each other, placing loving kisses to each other’s face, then looking at each other. Both of you walked to the cars, agreeing to just do it and get it over with. You’d come this far, there was no turning back now. As you stepped into your chauffeured car, sitting in the back seat, Harry leaned in and kissed you deeply, then looked at you, grinning hesitantly.

“I love you, baby,” Harry said gently. “If you walk in to wherever you are meeting…whoever, if it isn’t me, please turn around and come back home. Alright? Promise me?”

You saw the love in his eyes and saw how much it was bothering him at the thought of you possibly being on a date with another man, even though the entire escapade was his idea. You felt his lips softly kiss you again, then his eyes looking at you with worry and love.

“I promise,” you agreed. “You, too…please.”

“I promise.”

So I waited with high hopes and she walked in the place

I knew her smile in an instant, I knew the curve of her face

It was my own lovely lady and she said, “oh, it’s you.”

Then we laughed for a moment and I said, “I never knew.”

That you like piña coladas and gettin’ caught in the rain

And the feel of the ocean and the taste of champagne

If you like making love at midnight in the dunes on the cape

You’re the lady I’ve looked for, come with me and escape

As your driver took you and your guard to the place you were meeting your date, your heart felt like it was about to jump out of your chest. All of this because you wanted to prove to each other that you were truly meant to be together. That you would both know the other so well that you could choose the other’s ad. Was it worth it? You were in love and had been together for a long time. Was it worth how it was making you both feel now?

You felt the car come to a stop. You knew your driver had driven you around a bit, so that you arrived at just the exact time you were supposed to, and so if it was Harry you were meeting, you would both be surprised, not running into each other in the parking lot. You saw the guard open your door and offer his hand to help you out, escorting you toward a small, back patio area of the restaurant, which seemed abandoned, except for hanging lights and soft music playing, a candle lit on the only table overlooking a beautiful view of the ocean, and the only area which contained plates and glasses and silverware, knowing the patio had been reserved by your date. You took a deep breath, nervously waiting, until you saw a shadow coming around the corner, your guard standing near you.

As Harry walked around the wall that led to the patio from the opposite side, you smiled a wide smile, closing your eyes momentarily, instantly supporting Harry’s theory that you were both so in love, so wanting of the other, knowing each other so well, that you had chosen each other’s ad. Harry picked up his pace, practically running toward you, and hugged you tightly, kissing you passionately, as the guard took steps back to give you both your privacy.

“I told you, babe,” he said quietly against your ear. “I told you. You’re mine, and I’m yours. Forever.”

If you like piña coladas and getting caught in the rain

If you’re not into yoga, if you have half a brain

If you like making love at midnight in the dunes on the cape

Then I’m the love that you’ve looked for, write to me and escape

Yes I like piña coladas and getting caught in the rain

I’m not much into health food, I am into champagne

I’ve got to meet you by tomorrow noon and cut through all this red tape

At a bar called O'Malley’s where we’ll plan our escape

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