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just Barry & Caitlin being adorable puppies and exchanging shared awkward looks ~ and loving their matching colors ;)

Wisdom teeth Joker x Reader

A/N: This was inspired by a video I saw of this one guy who had his wisdom teeth removed and he claimed ISIS took his tongue. Sounds great, right? This is probably terrible and I thought it would turn out better but I tried. The reader is really innocent in this so I imagine her being the same reader from the Thorn in my side imagine.

J moaned and rubbed his jaw. His teeth were hurting him, and he hasn’t had them hurt in a while. It was his back teeth instead of his front. He rubbed his jaw as he waited for his client to come in.

“You alright?” A concerned looking Y/N asked from his lap. He glared at her.

“Fine.”

“Teeth bothering you?” He tightened his grip on her waist.

“Hon if you don’t stop talking when my client comes in…” She pouted and shoved herself back into his chest. He groaned as he stretched his jaw, which was the last straw for Y/N.

“Open your mouth. Now.” Before he could snap at her she took his jaws in her hands and forced them apart.

“Your gums are swollen. You may need to have that checked out.” When J finally got her to stop harassing him he saw his confused looking client standing by the door. He growled at Y/N who started giggling. The meeting seemed to last forever and J didn’t pay attention to half the things that were said. It was Y/N who politely ended the meeting and took J home.

“Do you still have your wisdom teeth?”

“What?”

“You might have to take them out, they could be the ones causing you pain.” J mulled over her words. He decided after two days he would have them removed, so he tried to do it himself. Y/N found him looking in the mirror with a pair of pliers stuck in his mouth.

“J! What the hell are you doing?!” She continued to yell at him while he just stared at her.

“You said I had to remove them.”

“Not you! A dentist, you moron.”  She stomped away, yelling for Frost to make an appointment.

He pouted all the way to the dentists. She rolled her eyes as he angrily slammed his head against the glass.

“I could have done it myself.”

“You’re going, J. So stop acting like a three year old.” He spent the rest of the ride growling at her.

…….

Frost holds the dentist at gunpoint while Y/N comforted J. He already lost half of his teeth, he wasn’t thrilled about losing more.

“H-He needs to take off his jewelry.”  J glared and reached for his gun as Y/N started to take off his chains and rings.

“No. Touch me, and I’ll cut off your fingers.” Y/N wasn’t sure if he was talking to the dentist or her. She continued to remove them and jerked the chains from his head, effectively messing up his hair.

“Shut up. You need this.” She looked at the dentist.

“He’s ready.”  The dentist grabbed a needle and Frost raised his gun. Y/N rolled her eyes and J spoke before she could.

“Frosty, wait outside so the doctor can work.” Y/N resisted the urge to snort.

“He’s a dentist, J.”  J wearily eyed the doctor as he brought the needle over.

“What’s the drug, doc?”

“It’s just going to numb you, you won’t feel a thing.” J rolled his eyes.

“I know what numbness is.”

“Yeah, his heart’s numb all the time.” Y/N snickered as J glared. The doctor hesitantly injected the needle.

Y/N held J’s hand as the drugs took effect.

“I have to go sit over there, but I’ll be here when you wake up.” J started blinking and reached out to grab her hand.

“J, I’ll be here, don’t worry.” He giggled, and she couldn’t wait to tell him about his drug induced state later.

…………

J’s vision was blurry but he could make out a feminine face above him.

“How do you feel?”

“He still has the cotton in his mouth. I-I need him to open his mouth.” The dentist now came into view.

“J, honey, open your mouth.”   

She gently eases his mouth open so the dentist can extract the cotton. J sits up when he notices the blood. Y/N places her hands on his shoulders and gently eases him back down.

“My teeth! You took my teeth!”

“No, J, we had to remember? Now open up we have to put something back in.” J pouts and leans back.

“Back off, Batman.” He dodges her moves made to keep him still.

“Batman took my teeth once, you took my teeth twice.” Despite his earlier accusations he reached out and tentatively touched a lock of her hair.

“J I’m not Batman, I’m Y/N, your girlfriend.” She gently pulled her hair from his grip.

“Am I dead?” Y/N chuckled.

“No, sweetie. You’re not dead.”

“Then why is there an angel sitting next to me?” She rolled her eyes at his terrible pickup line and discreetly started recording on her phone.

“That’s sweet, J.”

“You dating anyone?”

“Yeah you, dopey.”

“My lips are gone” He bit his lip, eventually drawing blood.

“J don’t do that, they’re there. See?” She kisses him, making him giggle.

“Can I be your boyfriend?”

“Yes.”

“Really? HOW DID I DO IT?” He yelled, suddenly sitting up. Y/N tried to contain her laughter.

“You’re so beautiful!” He grabbed her face between his hands.

“Where’s Frost? Is Frost beautiful? Can I go home?” He started slurring his questions together.

“Yeah we can go home. Thank you, dentist!” She waved at the shaken up man.

Her and Frost lifted J up so they could carry him out. J occasionally tried to touch Frost’s beard and kiss Y/N.

“Hey! Hands off her, pal. She’s mine.”

“J, he isn’t touching me. Now please shut up.” The car ride was excruciating. J tried to climb out of the car window, sang along to every song on the radio and whined when Y/N turned it off. It wasn’t fun trying to pull a grown man-who was halfway out of the window-back in the car. He kept stepping on her feet and demanded she scratch his head.

“Can we roll down the window?” Y/N gritted her teeth as J stepped on her foot again.

“J you will lose all of your teeth if you don’t shut up.” He pouted and leaned his whole body against her.

“I want to roll down the window.”

“J. Shut. Up.” She noticed Frost smiling in the driver’s seat. He swerved the car and made J fall over on her.

“Frost I will slaughter your family.” He only chuckled at her threat.

“Weee! Do it again, Frosty!” J was practically sitting in Y/N’s lap. She sighed and wished she had a gun handy.

……………

Y/N helped J walk through the door.

“Alright, J, you need to go to sleep.” He refuses, of course.

“I’m not tired.”

“The doctor said you need to sleep this off. Lay down before I knock you out.”

“I want to paint.”

“No.” He stops and glares at her.

“I’m not moving until I paint.” She gives in, hopefully it will keep him occupied. She gets Frost to go to a store and get a watercolor set. J occupies his time with talking and singing and Y/N is ready to kiss Frost when he comes back.

Even though she’s highly annoyed at him she can’t help but smile when he paints. He looks so focused, with his tongue sticking out and when he occasionally turns the paper different directions. He glances up at her and covers the paper.

“No peeking!” She makes a show of covering her eyes.

“Sorry. Who’s it for?”

“Batman.” Her blood runs cold. Please don’t ask me-

“I want to give it to him.” He hands her the painting. It looks like it was done by a five year old, but she could tell it was some type of bird.

“It’s nice, J. What is it?” He gives her a wide grin.

“A robin.” She doesn’t get it.

“Ok. I’ll make sure he gets it.”

“I want to give it to him.” She winces. There’s no way he would accept the fact that he could go to Arkham.

“Ok. I’ll bring him to you, wait here with Frost, ok?” She gives him a reassuring smile before running out of the room. It takes her a few minutes, but she manages to find a henchmen with the same body structure as Batman.

“Hey! Excuse me, would you do me a favor?”

……..

Y/N leads ‘Batman’ to where she left J. His face lights up like a kid’s on Christmas when he sees him. Her heart breaks a bit when he gives him a hug and asks him not to punch him in the face.

…….

Y/N clutches the painting as the cold air whips through her hair. She sent a bat signal and she was a little nervous. She’s never met him in person. After about five minutes she turns around and screams as she sees the large figure behind her.

“Oh! My god, a little warning next time. Gift from Mr. J.” She can’t help but smirk as he tenses. He doesn’t say anything as he looks at the painting, but she can tell he’s not happy.

“Do you work for him?” He gives her a skeptical look.

“I’m his girlfriend.” Now he looks surprised.

“You shouldn’t-”

“Well I have to get home now, he just got his wisdom teeth removed. You should be nicer to him, he really cares about you.” Y/N, completely oblivious to the Batman and Joker’s relationship, leaves a confused looking Batman with a watercolor picture of a dead robin. After she leaves Bruce notices a flash drive attached to the painting.

Later that night when he plugs it into the computer, he can’t help but smile as he sees the Joker in a drug induced state.

“Please don’t punch me in the face.”

Bruce makes a mental note to punch him harder next time.

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To my left was Barry – looking hella sharp in a Hugo Boss tuxedo. Future-Me had a slick goatee and was sporting some serious bling – like a pair of solid gold Louis Vuitton cufflinks. Shiny. Joe was also there, holding a bible…that’s when I realized, this was a wedding! Not just any wedding, this was my wedding! (x)

anonymous asked:

(1) Iris enters the apartment and stopped in her tracks. The familiarity of the room returned after several months. She felt it in her spine and soul. Goosebumps rose up on her skin and she almost couldn't breathe. She walked forward to the table behind the sofa. A beautiful white flower with an envelope. Iris swallowed slowly as she opened the envelope. A Flash pendant to attach to one of her many necklaces. The handwriting on it was what nearly made Iris drop the envelope. It read "I'm home".

(2) Suddenly, a rush of wind flew behind her. She sensed him. It couldn’t be. He was gone since May. Sure, she had faith that he would run home to her. Smelling his clothes nearly every night gave her that hope. But the day has finally come. “I’m here, Iris”. Iris was breathless, but her tears covered her irises within seconds and fell over her eyelids. She turned behind her and saw the same, tall lanky man wearing red. “I’m home”, he grinned. Barry Allen. As Iris raced to his arms, he was home.             

Awww!!!! Very sweet, Anon. I even got chills at a few parts. You should write fic and post it other places too! <3

(Part 2) How to Photograph Dolls with n00bish-ness & no experience

Thank you for all the interest in > PART 1 <.
Here is part 2 as promised!

Tip one:
Make your photos more interesting by just rotating the photo.

Kind of a no-brainer but some people are afraid to be adventurous with their composition. Just take the portrait of your doll, turn it upside down or sideways..and voila! #omglike,so.art.

TIP 2:
DO NOT. EVER. USE FLASH, UNLESS YOUR LIFE
LITERALLY
DEPENDS ON IT.
All caps because I am a passionate hater of flash.
Doesn’t matter if you’re photographing glass eyes, painted eyes, or people..etc..because
unless you have a professional ~*~*flash diffuser~*~* attached to your camera, DO NOT. USE. FLASH. EVER.
It makes your stuff look amateur, ghastly, with uneven lighting and its just…its ugly. ok? please. look, example below, no words.

Tip THREE:
Invest in one of these clippy LED lights :D

They’re 50 cents on Ebay, I shit you not. [link]
And they come in a multitude of colors. [link]

These are portable and useful for bouncing light off or around your subject of photography. Especially useful if you have shitty lighting in your room, or if you know you’re headed out on a semi-cloudy day and need more precise lighting.

I personally use 2 - 4 of these, and clip them either on my phone and bend the light to my liking, or I clip them on nearby objects surrounding the dolls I’m photographing.

Examples of how NOT to use this light:

1) Putting the light in the corner of your camera, and making shadows really harsh and scary on your subjects. Murder imminent.
It’ll also make your white balance go crazy, not in a good way.

2) Placing the light too close to your camera so it picks up waaay too much of it.
Wow suddenly so shiny, but this isn’t 2006 myspace days.
Back the light off to somewhere NEAR your camera, not directly next to it.
Dolls are starting to look like eggs.

DO THIS INSTEAD: (this looks super ghetto but I promise you it works and produces beautiful results)

Wrap a tissue around the head of the light using a mini binder clip.

This will help dampen the harshness of the LED and give a soft glow to your dolls (kind of like a selfie ring light but..not ring.. shaped)

Omg so beautiful right? Vibrant hair color, eye color, skin color…
Even looks pretty okay when the dolls are in uglier poses (with low angle, up-turned nose shots) like this one below..

Everything has been softened and it almost looks like studio-type lighting if I do say so myself *puffs*

And last tip:
There’s a piece of lint or something gross in your otherwise *perfect* photo, what am to do??!

If it can’t be cropped out without ruining the overall feeling of your photo, try covering it up with a cute sticker or some text!
Like this…

Problem solved! LOL ><\  (btw photo above was taken with only one LED light, and can you see how there’s like a film of….grey-ish…not-so-brightness on the photo?)

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I hope these tips were once again, helpful! I can post a Part 3 if ya’ll are interested! LMK by hitting the heart or the follow reblog button!! <3

XOXOXoxoxoxo
Piko~

Missing someone is strange.

It’s hard to place, because your heart is stringing you along, running with your hand, making you believe that there’s another existing body on this planet that is void from your life, but then your brain is actively engaging in a game of tug-o-war only giving you flashes of memories attached to a face. It’s confusing, right? To take words of wisdom from an overly exaggerated quote from some dead guy about following your heart even when your brain holds up the brakes… One organ is pumping their blood through your veins reminding you of their absence, eating away at you like an ever-growing cavity, while the other up in your cranium seems to not remember this terrestrial walking about an earth that isn’t your earth but another earth… An earth devoid of you… But seems to remember the streaming of tears on their cheek and how the wreck painted on their features was a striking contrast to the sun rising, bursting through the sky with beautiful hues- and that one icecream cone dripping through their fist, the smell of spring soaking into the air, their cackle a booming audio bit that plays continuously in your mind…

It’s strange that your heart aches for a warmth of familiar fingerprints when your brain is just a highlight reel of recollections and anecdotes coincidentally tied to the same facial features. Do you ever really miss a person or is it a figment of memories lapsed over memories that you find yourself remembering? It’s as if once someone is gone what’s left isn’t their burning existence but a flickering light that forms a shadow that sort’ve resembles them…

Making you wonder
Is there a body to miss or is it just a long list of thoughts?
When does a person become a memory and are those memories really all a person is?

Is that the definition of missing someone?

Strange.

—  Haven’t written here in a while. My organs are at war.
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-Looking for feedback-

I am experimenting with attaching flash drives to various crystals. This is not the finished product, but a sneak peek into what this will turn out like (I used a blue calcite stone for the first go round).

For all the witches and crystal lovers, would this be something you would be interested in buying from an Etsy shop? The crystals would be custom in type and the price would vary on how expensive the stone is, but yah or nah?

I’ll post more when it’s completed.

Here’s our latest pistol acquisition, a C-96 Mauser made famous during WWI. This stock also serves as the holster for this “broomhandle” pistol. This also the same pistol that Han Solo used as his blaster (minus the flash hider attached to the end of the barrel). #history #ww1 #mauser #broomhandle

St. Vitus Dance
Bauhaus
St. Vitus Dance

Back in the good old days when dancing meant exploding
The idea was simple for a decent overloading
And for a multiple flash with no cords attached
He came up with a more remote flash trigger
It’s connected to an accessory in his hip
Which automatically fires in perfect synchro
But perhaps his most exciting development is his angle
They call it the dance
It’s the St. Vitus dance

anonymous asked:

uhm I don't know if you'd wanna do this one but Italy, Romano, Spain, Switzerland and Prussias reaction to their s/o being cat called at?

Italy/Feliciano Vargas: Feliciano would grow distressed at hearing someone catcall you, telling them to not be so rude and holding you against him in a protective way. He would tell you that it was gross of those people to even treat you like a piece of meat when he saw you as a beautiful human who deserved only the finest things in life.

Prussia/Gilbert Beilschmidt: Gilbert would scowl, having once been a catcaller, he had recognized how uncomfortable he could make women when he did it. He’d give them the fingers, telling them to find something better to do than harass women they could never DREAM of dating, laughing hysterically as he causes them to apologize to you.

South Italy/Lovino Vargas: Lovino would grit his teeth, wanting to keep his mouth clamped shut as he wraps an arm around your waist and protectively pulls you towards him. He would push you along faster, shielding you with his own body as he tried to get away as quickly as he could before his mouth happened to get him into even more trouble.

Spain/Antonio Fernandez Carriedo: Antonio would get offended on your behalf, and would scold the person/group of people who had catcalled, letting them know how demeaning and sickening their actions were. He would chide them until they regretted every life decision they had ever made before being on his way with a huff.

Switzerland/Basch Zwingli: Basch’s icy glare would be enough to shut up any catcaller who dared to make moves towards you, but if he hadn’t made himself clear, he would flash the pistol attached at his waist and hidden under his coat. This would cause them to get the hint that he meant business, and the catcallers would never bother you again.