you all know the museum

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On the night you were born, the moon smiled with such wonder, that the stars peeked in to see you” happy birthday @amazingphil ! 

anonymous asked:

May I please request "Bridge of Nose: Treasuring" from the kissing with meaning prompt you recently revolved with Leonard Snart? And thank you so much for everything you've written for us and all the love you show us. <33

Leonard is funny when it comes to affection. He doesn’t quite withhold it but he isn’t passing it out left and right, even to you. Receiving affection though, he is even worse with and knowing some of the things he’s been through, you don’t blame him.

You roll over, propping yourself up onto your elbows to stare up at him as he hunches over the blueprints for some museum. In all honesty, you didn’t want to know what he was planning. 

He scribbled on a pad of paper before huffing and crossing it out. Whatever he was planning obviously wasn’t going so well. He leans against the desk, pushing his head between his arms and tapping his foot.

“Len, you good?”

“Peachy.” He says, looking up at you with a scowl on his face.

Sighing, you manage to push yourself up from your awkward position and stand next to him, eyes scanning over the blueprints. You’d never quite had the knack for understanding them. 

“You’ll figure something out. You always do.” 

Leonard looks up at you from where he hangs his head, an uncharacteristically genuine smile across his lips. That makes you tilt your head and look at him in confusion. 

Before you can even ask why he is so happy, he presses a kiss to the tip of your nose and the bridge of it, making you wrinkle your nose and furrow your brows.

“What was that for?”

“What was what for?” He smirks at you, already jumping back to making his plans.

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I mean I KNOW you were all waiting for part two of my British Museum vlog…

The American Explorer (Part 2)

(Y/N: Ok, so, apparently the first part was well received. Hopefully the second isn’t terrible. Gotta build-up to the reader getting her sea-legs so to speak. First part can be found here:

Part 1

Warnings: Sass. Swearing.

Pairing: 1920′s!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2100 )

The next moments of your life were chaotic at best. Your attempts at screaming as you were pulled down further were masked by the water, water that was getting darker and colder as it pulled you under. Or maybe it was that thing with the glowing eyes.

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hell you know what, im gonna get all pretty and go to the art museum! hows that for carpe diem, the van is all fixed and admission is free, we could also check out some wicca stores finally