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Requested: Hey love!! How are you? Can i ask you one thing? Alright… I hope you can make an imagine where reader and shawn are all goofy, sassy, bitchy and all those playful relationship. i hope you can make imagine just based on how playful their relationship is. thank you very much.

Note: I thought a lot about how I wanted to write this concept and I finally settled with writing four completely unrelated scenarios or moments to illustrate the type of relationship requested. 

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“Babe, I love you and that song, but shut up.” You tell Shawn partially joking, but also partially serious because Shawn has been singing the same two lines of Barcelona by Ed Sheeran practically non stop for the past twenty minutes and you’re getting to the point where you really can’t take it any longer.

“In Baaaaaarcelona!!!” Shawn sings very high pitched for a reason you don’t understand obviously ignoring your demand for him to stop. You barely even look up from your phone. Instead, you just reach out your hand and place it over his mouth. But you feel his teeth graze your palm and then he moves and bites down lightly on your fingers.

“Ow!” You say, retracting your hand and pretending it hurt a lot more than it actually did.

“Don’t even lie, y/n, you like when I bite you,” Shawn says, and your eyes widen and you immediately look around to see if anyone heard Shawn’s comment because he didn’t even bother to say it quietly and his band is all in the dressing room with you. Luckily, they’re all busy doing their own thing so no one seems to have heard Shawn’s comment.

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CALLING ALL THE INTERNATIONAL MONBEBES!!!!! WE ARE CURRENTLY DOING A MASS STREAMING WITH KMONBEBES!!!!

STREAM WHETHER ITS ON MELON, GENIE, BUGS, SORIBIDA AND OTHER KOREAN MUSIC PORTALS IF YOU DONT HAVE ANY OF THIS JUST STREAM THE MUSIC VIDEO AND BROADCAST VIDEOS FROM  MCOUNTDOWN, MUSIC BANK, MBC SHOW CHAMPION, INKIGAYO. YOU CAN ALSO VOTE FOR THEM IN MCOUNTDOWN. EVERYONE SHOULD HELP, EVERY VIEWS COUNTS, EVERY STREAM COUNTS AND EVERY VOTES COUNTS. WE NEED TO GIVE MONSTA X WHAT THEY TRULY DESERVE PLEASE PARTICIPATE LETS NOT MAKE MONSTA X DOWN

  • Jay: if you need me, I'll be in the hospital bar
  • Mini: uh you know there isn't a hospital bar, Jay
  • Jay: well this is why people hate hospitals
Please, Please

Send love and kindness to @rakzon as well as @fazbearcasino

They aren’t doing to well and are having a break down. They right now believe that they are a horrible person and getting really down. I do want them to know they are loved and so far they aren’t listening to me.

So please, please send her some love and kindness.

THIS IS MY MAINS CALL

ooc. NGL, I have no clue on what to do with a mains call?? But im giggling over the speech bubble. ANYWAYS, this is my first time doing this, so forgive me if I do this all wrong. the only reason i made this shitty graphic was because i loved bard’s face in this.

THINGS TO CONSIDER

  • WE CONNECT OOC. - In my opinion, it’s hard to be a main when we don’t mesh well together because I wouldn’t be inclined to talk to you.
  • WE’RE MUTUAL MAINS - Aw man, it isn’t cool if we’re both not mains?? Like I know I sound selfish, but I wouldn’t want to prioritize my time && put you first when you do the same for me. So, please consider my feelings about this !! !!
  • ANSWERING MEMES / POSTS - Your reply will always be posted first. You would be my first priority~
  • GREATER INTERACTION - I’m not going to soften this xD I’m probs gonna interact with you a lot more? And annoy the shit out of you about my love for Bard + Luke Evans

anonymous asked:

i really like the way you write Nursey and Shitty's relationship, so if you're looking for prompts, how about Nursey's friendships with other people on the team? Maybe Nursey and Lardo, Nursey and taddies, Nursey and Chowder, idk! friendships that don't get as much attention, i guess! thank you <3

Thank you for sending in this prompt! Sorry it took a little longer than the others; I got sick and have been sleeping for most of the past four days. I love friendships and I don’t write them nearly enough so this was really fun. Originally, I had planned on writing a bunch of little segments of Nursey with his friends, but, in the end, I only wrote him and Lardo. Hope you enjoy anyway. Thanks again :)

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After a bad day…

           When Nursey walks into Lardo’s room, she’s painting her nails a sparkly purple color that shifts in a rainbow fashion when she moves her hands. This, when asked, Lardo describes as holographic nail polish and recommends three great brands before turning on some music and becoming silent. Nursey pulls a book off of the shelf, some recently read, love-worn book that will offer escape for a while. It’s about a girl who is orphaned at a young age and Nursey assumes that the ending is happy and she finds herself and a home by the last page, but, at the end of chapter two, Nursey decides that he needs a shorter success story than this can offer him.

           After deciding this, he puts the book back where he found it and looks up to see Lardo frowning at her computer screen. Nursey peers over her shoulder and sees someone’s hand spread over a blank background, with the nails a beautiful mix of colors. Galaxy nails, the description reads simply, then several tags, as it’s an Instagram post. Nursey does suppose that the nails look rather like space. He thinks of Dex, stupidly, who is both a giant space nerd and a giant walking analogy for the stars.

           “Can you do that?” Nursey asks, mostly because the silence has become familiar and oppressive and he doesn’t feel like reliving his childhood at the current moment.

           “No.” Lardo says it with the pouting petulance of a small child, but with the determined fire of a dedicated artist in her eyes. These eyes turn on Nursey in the next moment, and Nursey understands. He nods, and holds out his hands, and Lardo positions him where she wants him.

           Nursey sits quietly as Lardo applies several coats of nail polish to his nails. He keeps them clean and filed, mostly out of convenience than any kind of hygienic morality, so Lardo simply starts with a base coat and moves from there. She makes soft noises, sometimes talks or asks questions, but mostly she just hums some obscure indie songs or pushes air out of her mouth in increasingly strange ways.

           The mindless noises are Nursey’s favorites. He grew up in silence, half because his parents were working in the next room and could not be interrupted and half because his parents were working at work and there was no one there besides Nursey himself to make noise. It was a lot of work, to fill that large space, and he was such a small child. Of course, metaphorically, he probably still kind of is, but, with the humming and puffing and small talk, Nursey doesn’t have to think about that right now. He can think of Lardo and nail polish and the Haus, which is so old that it makes noise even when no one is around to hear it (and yes, you philosophers with too much time on your hands, it does still make a sound because Nursey needs it to.)

           Lardo messes up a few times and pulls out acetone to fix her mistakes. Then she applies this oil from a funny pen looking thing with a brush on the end that she calls simply “nail oil” and, after brief prompting, she begins to explain why it’s important. Nursey watches her face move as she speaks, her lips forming the words with a mindless ease that Nursey finds pleasant, and the rest of her face contorting in concentration and frustration with miniscule movements that most people can’t appreciate unless they are nail-painting-distance apart from Lardo’s face.

           “You’re really beautiful,” Nursey finds himself saying sometime after Lardo has moved on to talking about other nail art products. She likes nail art, Nursey knows, because it’s so temporary and so tiny, in the scheme of things and physically, but she gets to carry it around with her wherever she goes, and, when she does it right- when she likes it- it reminds her that she is talented, even just with this, and that, Nursey knows, is so important. It’s not unlike when he writes down a line or two on his hands and looking at it for the rest of the day not only helps him to think about the concept more, but it brings a smile to his face when it’s something really good. He wears it like pride, he thinks, when he doesn’t have enough on his own.

           Lardo flushes, a tiny thing, but there nonetheless, and Nursey’s always held an appreciation for the things that might as well be inconsequential but stubbornly stick themselves down and make other acknowledge them. She stammers for a moment before just shaking her head and ignoring him completely, going on to talk about something called nail art decals, and Nursey listens with the attentiveness of a church goer at mass.

           When Lardo is done, she insists that Nursey sits down on her bed and waits, because she won’t have him ruining her hard work by running off and touching things. Nursey does as she says and waits, and Lardo puts on some standup routine off Netflix and they sit, quietly, for a long time. It’s not oppressive or empty, and Nursey’s nails look damn beautiful. He tells her this, and she blushes again, but she’s smiling widely because this she can take credit for.

anonymous asked:

Pickles in the jar by courtney barnett - coldflash?

Song link

Leonard Snart gets under his skin. 

Barry’s sure he’d meant to; that’s his M.O., after all. 

If Snart’s obsessed with The Flash, Barry Allen is obsessed with Leonard Snart. 

It’s the whole at odds thing. They’re so different: Barry is all speed and lightning, Snart is cold and slow-talking and his voice just makes Barry want to curl up and take a nap and–he’s getting off topic here. 

The point is, they have nothing in common. Plus, there’s that whole age gap thing. Barry doesn’t know how old Snart is, but the gray hair, even if it’s premature, is a sure sign that he’s a good chunk older than Barry’s 26 years. 

Again, Barry, off-topic, he tells himself. You’re not allowed to have a crush on your arch-nemesis, he reminds himself, not even if he’s smooth-talking mastermind Leonard Snart. Not even that. 

So, really, there’s nothing in common. Except for the adrenaline rush of stopping a heist, in Barry’s case, or pulling off a heist, in Snart’s. Except for that. 

Except that Barry can’t get Leonard Snart, or his stupid voice, out of his head. So, you know, there’s that. Opposites attract, Barry tells himself, before he remembers that he shouldn’t be attracted to Snart, that they’re nemeses, that Snart is a thief and a super-villain and a jerk

Except that Barry looks into Snart’s eyes and doesn’t see evil, he sees quiet contemplation. He sees intelligence, not viciousness. He sees a spark, and it gives him hope, that maybe, just maybe, Leonard Snart doesn’t have to always be a criminal. 

Maybe, just maybe, he and Leonard Snart can be something else, something other than enemies. 

“So I should be a hero like you, Barry?”

And the answer is always yes. Be a hero, come into the light, fight by my side, Barry wants to say. “It’s just a matter of time,” he says instead, and hopes that it’s true.

And when it comes true, well, it’s not at all what he’d wanted. 

Thank you! I’m not sure if I like how this one turned out, the song didn’t really do it for me, even if the lyrics fit, so idk! I hope you like it! 

Send me a song and a pairing and I’ll write a ficlet (coldatom, timehex, and samaya are my preferred ships btw)