different nails

Brass nails and why I have them.

Ever since last night I’ve been getting a lot of questions about my brass fingernails. First of all. NO, they are not prosthesis. i have them for a specific reason.

Here’s what they look like:

another view 

HERE’s is the reason:

I bite my nails all the time. constantly, idly, without thinking.

If you’re like me, and love giving back scratches, then having no nails is a problem:

Here’s how chose to fix this problem:

Shoot bullet, collect casing.

cut bullet.

The bullets have a taper inside. we will want the broader side of the taper to be outward on our nails, and the thinner side against the rear of the nail so there is no jutting up of material when they are glued on. Here’s what that taper looks like, one cylinder is flipped over to show how thick it is at the base:

clip, bend, and trim into a nail shape:

sand for a fine (BUT NOT CUTTING SHARP) edge on the front and smooth edges.

Glue with Krazy glue, it’s the best.

it’ll dry quick. NOW TRY BACK SCRATCHES. LOOK AT THIS DIFFERENCE.

Amazing. the nails will stay on for about a week at a time before working themselves loose, when that happens just scrape the glue off and reapply.

Unless you happen to have reached into the closet and snagged it on your shelves and broke the nail off on your pinky cuz holy god that hurt. reapply anyways.

Also these work as screwdrivers, knives and various other multi-tools at the tip of your finger, so that’s pretty rad. I don’t know how odd i should feel about having done this, but i must say; it’s handy as hell and really fun to have nails again.

OH, also you can shine them with “brasso” or something but screw that, I’ve tried that and they get mirror bright and really annoyingly shiny. not my thing.

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drawing some yasuhooooo because i love her! also josuke is there….

Ignition Glove - Roy Mustang 

Slowly getting the hang of the new art program. The brushes are actually very helpful at letting my inner painter show off. Also using your own hand for reference is surprisingly easier than looking through the interner and the result looks far more realistic. Hence to why the glove is actually my favourite part of the painting. As far as the painting itself goes, there’s nothing really creative about it, just same ol’ Roy Mustang..

Made by jiyu-koya. Please do not repost, do not remove source

Ok but please consider sincerely three having date nights once a week and alternating who picks the date like first week is Evan, next is Connor, then Jared, and then all three of them agree on something special at the end of every month (because lowkey they probably got together near the end of a month and thats kind of how they celebrate their love)

it gets long and gay oops

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Geno’s interview for Maxim (April 2017). 

Big thanks to @atsomnambulist for the help with the translation! 😇

-You live in the United States ten months in a year. What do you miss most about Russia?

- It used to be difficult, my parents did not visit that much. And now I’m comfortable, all who are close and dear to me often visit Pittsburgh. I don’t worry about food, I’m not fussy. What I miss the most is the Russian banya (sauna). Whenever I arrive in Moscow, I immediately go to “Sanduny”. I like to hang out with friends, sometimes in nightclubs too. You get tired of a year of matches and flights across the America, so you need some time to relax.

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A Fever You Can't Sweat Out
Panic! At the Disco
A Fever You Can't Sweat Out

I don’t know why, but I decided to put all of A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out in one song. Half of the songs are on the left, and the other half are on the right. 

Hit Me

For Anon who requested 10 and 20 for Hotch “Oh, shit.” “Hit me. I’m serious, hit me.”

You were in a small town in north Washington State and it was the middle of January and you were freezing. You’d had on two pairs of gloves and your fingers still felt like they were ready to fall off, and you stopped feeling your nose several hours ago.

Morgan and Hotchner were standing in front of you, looking around the front property of the unsub’s cabin. You’d located it a few hours ago via Garcia, unfortunately it had take you all that time to hike through the woods to find it, and when you got there it looked abandoned for the most part.

“Waste of time.” Morgan announced, kicking at the house angrily, “We wasted hours coming out here, and hours going back, for nothing, for an abandoned house. No one’s been out here in years.” You moved towards the front door, mostly trying to get the blood moving back in your legs when you noticed something.

“Hey wait.” You announced, “Someone has been here recently!” Hotch and Morgan came up to your side where you were pointing excitedly at the door.

“I don’t get it.” Morgan shook his head, and Hotch nodded along with him causing you to sigh.

“These nails, what’s different from them, compared to the entire rest of the house.” Both looked at you blankly and you groaned, “No rust! And you call yourselves profilers! These nails look brand new, someone came out here recently and nailed this door shut.”

“Reid,” Morgan called, and the other man’s head lifted, looking confused, “You’ve just lost your title of the BAU’s resident genius.” Reid rolled his eyes and went back to looking over the notes he’d brought along. Hotch turned and grabbed the handle giving it a pull.

“Nails aren’t doing much for the rotted wood, here,” He took his gloves off handing them to you before grabbing the handle and pulling hard. Turns out the wood was a lot worse off than it looked, and Hotch didn’t need to pull nearly that hard. When the door broke his arm jerked back from the force he was yanking and collided with something. That something being your face.

“Oh, shit.” You stumbled back, foot catching on the step causing you to fall back and land on your butt. The frozen dirt did nothing to pad your landing, “Dammit.” You hand went to you face, feeling the blood trickling out.

Hotch dropped down in front of you eyes wide, grabbing his gloves from your hand and using one to wipe the blood away, trying to asses the damage.

“Jesus Christ (Y/N) I didn’t think you were right behind me, I’m sorry. Does it feel broken.” You shook your head slightly, waving him off.

“I’ll be fine, crooked nose adds character.” You joked, “I should’ve known better than to stand that close.” Hotch grabbed your hands and pulled you up, keeping his glove pressed against your face.

“That’s gonna be a fun accident report to write up. How did (Y/N) break her nose? Oh Hotch socked her for being mouthy.” Emily joked, Hotch only glared in her general direction.

“At least it’s cold out. Nature’s own ice pack.” You smiled.

“Hit me.” Hotch stated and you were caught off guard.

“What?”

“Hit me. I’m serious, hit me.” He moved back, opening his arms gesturing for you to take a swing, and you burst into laughter.

“I’m not going to hit you! It was an accident!” You laughed.

“Come on, (Y/N) hit him, once in a lifetime chance here, baby.” Morgan egged you on, grinning. “Do it for us.”

“Morgan..” Hotch warned, but smirked slightly, in good fun.

“Okay, fine.” You laughed, coming towards a suddenly slightly nervous looking Hotch. Did he really think you would full out take a swing on him. You smirked and lifted your hand before giving his face a small open handed bop with with double gloved hand. Hotch’s head jerked slightly but he laughed and the low velocity impact. “Now I feel better.” You grinned.

- Thrice in as many days I have seen someone watering the Dogshit Flowers out front in the middle of the day when it’s 90º out, and I don’t know shit about gardening but isn’t that like, a no-no? I mean I don’t care, and in fact I hope it kills them all, but something about this is scratching at the back of my brain so plant people: pls advise

- I was just watching a video where an ASMR woman pretending to be a spa technician was about to “apply” coconut oil to “my” face and the comedogenic implications stressed me out so much that I had to close the tab

- I started taking biotin because I wanted healthier hair and nails, and this really should’ve been obvious to me beforehand but I’m a stupid asshole, but in everyone’s glowing goddamn reviews, not a single mention of the other side effect:

anonymous asked:

Could you write a lil band au for monsta x?? Like what instruments theyd play and stuff

i didn’t know what kind of band you meant,,,but my instinct was punk band,,,,,,

Shownu plays the drums. Wears those cut up muscle tees, always twirls his sticks in his hands while listening to the set list, if it gets really hot and they’re playing a cramped venue the t-shirt comes off and he plays like that. Probably has a rib tattoo of his favorite lyrics. Doesn’t know how popular he is until someone yells “MARRY ME SHOWNU” at one of their shows during a break. 

Kihyun is the lead vocalist, probably knows how to play the acoustic guitar but pretends he doesn’t like c’mon Kihyun we all saw that video Changkyun posted on instagram. Gets super into it when singing, his face scrunches up and he grabs the mic stand like his life depends on it. Will randomly change up the lyrics depending on his mood. Gets super flirty before the show during setup, throwing hearts and doing cute face at the fans. 

Hyungwon plays the bass, forgets his pick at every show and Wonho has  to carry extras for him. Pushes tuning his bass till the last second and everyone is like Hyungwon hurry up and he’s like don’t rush me. Secretly sleeps during band meetings. Can do the spinning trick where he spins the bass around while jumping, but is too lazy to do it. Winked at a fan once and they had to be sent to the hospital from shock. 

Minhyuk plays the electric guitar and does backing vocals. Tells Kihyun to count his lucky stars everyday because one day he will be the lead. Wears glitter in his hair and paints his nails different colors and just has f u n on stage. Will jump into the crowd if Shownu does not hold him back. Covered his guitar in stickers and fans gift him more stickers to put on it which Minhyuk does willingly, even though there’s literally no space left. 

Wonho plays the keyboard and does the cutest little dance whenever he gets really into a song. Probably doesn’t know the lyrics to the band’s own songs, but it’s cute and the fans will forgive him for anything. Gets the most clothing thrown at him and it gets him really,,,,reALLY shy. Has the most body art and piercings of the group, but is the Softest. 

Jooheon plays the drums and will do it if Shownu is sick, but he composes most of the songs and can play a bit of everything. Isn’t really the manager because he can’t take care of himself let alone others, but writes lyrics along with Kihyun and music for each of the members. Wears their band merch exclusively. Knows every musician from other bands on a first name basis. Came out on stage once to tell Minhyuk something and the fans insisted he stay and sing one of the songs with the band. 

Changkyun plays the electric guitar as well and he’s,,,,,,wild. Breaks his guitar like every other show, but insists he get the same make and model because every other one feels “weird”. Made a bet with fans that he knows more riffs than Minhyuk. Headbangs the most even when it isn’t necessary. Said that the fan that could recite the entire first episode of One Piece from memory would get his hand in marriage. 

Spidey Spa Day

Request from @honestly-how-do-you-art : For the sickening sweet Peter stories, how about Peter and his girlfriend have a diy spa day?   

You sat on the sofa with Aunt May looking at different nail polishes with her. You were waiting on Peter, your boyfriend, to get back home from thwarting some kind of robbery. You tried not to mind his heroic hobby, and you usually didn’t; you just felt a little neglected lately. Originally, the plan was for the both of you to have a spa day, but the robbery on fifth successfully postponed that. Aunt May was great though. She was a little lame, the way most adults are but she was so kind and quirky that you didn’t mind spending time with her.

“I think a pretty pale pink shows that your sophisticated but still a lady that likes to have fun,” you explained as you presented the pink to her. She nodded thoughtfully putting a finger to her chin as she deliberated on the colors.

“I’ll take your recommendation and do pink.” She pointed to the bottle and you grinned happy to have convinced her. You shook the bottle and took her hand while she continued to talk about Peter.

“When he was six he refused to wear clothes. I mean he outright refused. He’d jump right out of the bath and just run around absolutely naked,” she laughed.

“Oh my god no!”

“Yes! He’d throw such a fit when we tried to put clothes on him, maybe that’s why he just struts around in his room half naked all the time now. I don’t see the point! You can’t just get up and go like that!”

“Wow, how many times have you walked in on that,” you snickered.

“Too many, and he jumps and covers up each time like I’m suddenly going to be mortified. He’s refused to wear clothing his whole life, he’s not surprising anyone.”

You laughed again, “He’s a mess, May. Before we started dating he would just stare at me from across the room.”

“What?” She smiled.

“I don’t mean like a little glance, I mean like a full on stare. I thought for sure he was fantasizing about wearing my skin.”

“Oh my god!” she groaned, “I try. Oh I try. When he told me about you I spent months trying to teach him the proper way to talk to a girl. Months! I can’t raise a… what do they call ‘em now? A uh…. fuck boy. I can’t have that attached to me!”

You burst out laughing so hard you had to pause on painting her nails.

“You did well,” you assured as you calmed down, “he is the perfect gentleman… you know besides standing me up to be Spider-Man.”

“I wish he’d stop that,” May sighed sadly, “I’ve already lost so much of my family.”

“Hey, I worry about him too, but he’s got a hero’s heart. You could tell him to stop but I don’t think he can. He wants to save people… to look out for the little guy. It’s just so like him be a superhero.”

“It is isn’t it. When he was little he’d dress up as Iron Man and save us all from some imagined villain. I should have known then he’d grow up to put his life in danger in order to help others. I don’t know if he knows but… I’m proud of him. He could be worse. He could be a lot worse.”

“As someone who goes to school with boys who are much worse I don’t think you know how right you are.” You shook your head and went on to the next hand. You were both silent for a few moments, thinking about Peter hoping he’d always be fine at the end of the day.

“He talks about you a lot, you know?” May smiled.

“Oh really? All good stuff, I hope.”

“All great stuff. It’s sickening,” she laughed a little, “but if he had to be in love for the first time with someone, I’m glad it’s you.”

“Thanks, May.” You grinned. Seconds later the front door opened and Peter bounded in.

“Sorry, I’m late!” he announced.

“It’s fine, Y/N and I were having some girl time,” May held up her nails with silly smile.

“Oh, good.”

“Probably not for you, May told me a lot of embarrassing stories.” you teased.

“No, May,” Peter groaned.

“He also writes your name with his last-” May began but Peter cut her off with a loud yell.

“NO! Don’t tell her that!!!!”

May stood up from the sofa with a triumphant smile, “Alright I’ll give you crazy kids some space. Thanks, Y/N for the manicure.”

“No problem. I had fun.”

She went to her room after kissing Peter’s forehead leaving the two of you relatively alone. You closed up the pink nail polish thoughtlessly as Peter made his way around the sofa.

“I’m gonna take a shower but after that, I’m all yours,” he promised.

“Yeah you smell like sweat.” You scrunched up your nose at the smell.

“Sorry,” he laughed a little moving away.

“It’s a little sexy,” you admitted, “but go, shower so we can properly start on this spa day.”

While he was in the shower you pulled out the face masks you wanted to use and answered a few messages from Michelle. When Peter came back he kissed your cheek before sitting beside you. He took one of the headbands on the coffee table and put it on to keep his hair out of his face. You grabbed a little bowl with a lime green mixture inside and a makeup brush and began putting it on Peter’s face.

“What are you doing to me?” he asked.

“It’s a face mask, baby, it’s gonna give some moisture back to your face.”

“I don’t think I need more moisture.”

“Uh, yes you do, trust me.”

“Well, what mask are you doing?” He asked.

“The same one. I need some moisture too,” you shrugged.

“No, you’re perfect.”

“Peter this is how I stay perfect,” you rolled your eyes. Before you put the mixture too close to his lips you kissed him. It was just a swift peck. When he tried to steal a kiss you swiped over his mouth with the brush.

“Hey!” he complained.

“It’s edible.”

He licked it then made a disgusted face.

“I said it was edible, not that it was good,” you laughed. You finished applying the mixture then moved to grab your mirror and another makeup brush to apply some to your own face but Peter took the brush away from you.

“Let me.” He put his hand under your chin and turned your face toward him. He took a large amount of the mixture and spread it right across your forehead.

“Oh my god, why are you using so much?” you laughed.

“I’m gonna spread it around.”

You quieted and let him continue, choosing to close your eyes.

“Like spreading peanut butter,” he murmured to himself. You scoffed.

He wasn’t that bad at it, granted it was a simple task, but he was really trying. When he was done you opened your eyes and he seemed to be trying his best not to laugh. You looked in the mirror and laughed a little yourself. No one really looked all that attractive in a face mask.

“So this is my lizard person chic look,” you announced as you modeled the face mask.

“Very nice, very nice,” Peter nodded, laughing at little at your shenanigans. You smiled and reached for your phone so you could take silly pictures with him to post later. When you were done taking pictures you grabbed your lip masks.

“Now what is that?” Peter asked in an exasperated tone.

“Lip masks, they keep your lips soft and kissable.”

“Is that why your lips are so soft?” he seemed genuinely amazed and interested.

“Part of the reason, but also kickass genetics,” you shrugged. You put his lip mask on for him then put on your own. You decided to lie in his lap while you both waited to rinse everything of. You took a bunch of pictures and sent it to Michelle and Ned, then posted a few to social media.

“Peter do you even know your angles,” you laughed as you tried to take another picture with him.

“Angles?”

“Oh my god, turn your head towards me, look up a bit, not that much, down,” you instructed trying to find the perfect angle to take the picture and then you had it. You laid down again and started posting the picture.

When you rinsed off the masks Peter couldn’t stop touching his face, “It’s so soft!”

“And you glowin’.” You smiled putting the mirror in front of his face. His skin was absolutely luminous. As was yours but he was used to you being unbelievably beautiful.

“My lips are crazy soft too.”

“Hmm, I’m gonna have to see about that,” you pretended to be skeptical. You stood on your tippy toes and kissed him to find that his lips were in fact softer than normal.

“Mm soft like whale blubber,” you laughed.

“You are a dork,” he rolled his eyes.

“Yeah but I’m your dork.”

~Mod Lillian