yess you are

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NCT 127 cheering during Onew’s acceptance speech

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I love the beautiful story they paint here. 

Karasuno taunting Oikawa. 

Iwa-chan like “huh?! another team making fun of Oikawa?? heck no. Only we can make fun of him.

gurlnextd00r  asked:

Headcanon that Yuri asked his grandfather to try and find halal beef to put in the pirozkis because he knows it's important for a Muslim (still assuming Beka is one) and Beka, ready to decline the food because he thinks it's got pork in it is lost for words when he finds out the lengths grandpa went to be able to let him enjoy it too, he falls for Yuri again for something so simple but so darn incredibly considerate.

fam, i’m about ready to fall in love with yuri again after this headcanon

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○● DOWNLOAD ●○
NIGHTVISION + HORUS + CANDY

- 36 colors
- HQ textures
- hat category

credits: @leahlillith@pooklet.

I do not own these meshes. They belong to Leahlilith and you can download the original hairs here: Nightvision, Horus, Candy.
And again thank you to Leah for letting me publish the bangs. <3

ps: Yess, you can retexture them, I even encourage doing so! 

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Johny Kwony offered to give Mark the mic, but Mark encouraged him to go on first since he picked it before him! 
He also offered to advertise himself on their full performance video
He is just too cute! Protect these kids!

Are you filming me? // SHAWN MENDES

Overview: Can you do one where y/n is driving and Shawn is in the car too and another driver did something and y/n was just angry and swearing and Shawn laughs and records her. I find this really funny.

Authors note: I laughed while writing this and if no one else finds this funny I need to get my humor checked bahah

Requested: yess


“Did you see that?” I exclaim, turning to look over my shoulder for a split second, my expression one of utter disbelief.

“What hun?” Shawn murmurs, looking up from his phone.

“That cow just came out right in front of me!” I clench the wheel between my fingertips angrily. 

“An actual cow or?” Shawn smirks and I shoot him a glare.

“A driver Shawn,” I mutter.

“And now she’s driving like 40 under the freaking speed limit!” my voice raises and I can feel the anger churning in my stomach. “Can I honk her? Shawn, let me honk her… please!” I beg him, looking at him quickly and he’s grinning, eyes alight with happiness.

“Baby, don’t you dare,”

“I’m going to honk her,” the car stops and I press on the break quickly, jolting us forward in our seats.

“DON’T JUST STOP!” I press hard on the horn, anger written all over my face.

Shawn’s cackling beside me, struggling to get air in his lungs.

“What the fuck is she doing, no no no, don’t put on your indicator- fuck she put on her indicator,” I bite my lip, turning my indicator on as well.

“If she’s going to the same place we are, I’m going to flipping loose it,”

“I think you’ve already lost it Y/n,” Shawn gasps. Out of the corner of my eye I see him raising his phone up.

“Are you filming me? Wait, yes- film this… this monstrosity,” I gesture to the car in front of me that’s slowly starting to move into the middle of the road.

“She’s going to get her self killed, and then, she’s going to get us killed,” I say, one hand raising to tug my seat belt tighter. 

“I believe in your driving skills baby,” Shawn chuckles.

“Not the time to laugh Shawn, have you been to church lately?” 

“No,”

“I would get worried, we’re about to be seeing God soon,”

His laugh fills the car and I can’t help but crack a smile until the car stops again. I slam my hand on the horn.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” The red mazda slowly swings around until it’s completed a U turn.

“It’s doing a U turn! Yes Shawn this is what we’ve been waiting for!” The car passes us and I turn to stare at the driver, an older lady in her mid 50′s behind the wheel. She smiles at me and I put on a fake smile back.

“What an idiot,” I say, the smile stays plastered on my face until she’s gone, Shawn currently still laughing as I put my foot on the gas, speeding up to the correct speed until the car is a speck in the rear view mirror.

“Well Shawn,” I turn to him and he smirks at me.

“Yes Y/n,” 

“What we did just there, that was what you call cheating death,”