you can't do that sir

Hold On I

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x Reader 

Warnings: Mentions of a car accident, super sad and stressed Shawn and Aaliyah (yes that’s a warning), my horrible attempt at angst (but to be fair I kinda teared up when writing this but I would have full on cried if I was alone), tooth rotting fluff (i.e. my forte). I know a lot of Shawn stans don’t like Camila Cabello, so I’m considering it a warning cause she’s nice in the fic.

Summary: When Shawn finds out that you got into a car accident, he’s too stressed to do anything but write a song. The only thing that calms his nerves, other than you.

Word Count: 1.4 k 

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A/N: So Shawn and Y/N aren’t a couple in the beginning, but they both want to be. And I bet you would never be able to guess what song gave me this idea (sarcasm). This is also kinda very teensy weensy bit based on the James Corden interview

I apologize in advance for the usage of google translate. 

Juro por Dios que te estrangularé = I swear to God I will strangle you

“There’s no way you haven’t made out, you totally have! I don’t believe you!” James said, his face turning red with the anticipation of a new story.

“Well, I don’t care.” Shawn replied, pissed off at the rumors that never left him be. The entire audience went crazy at his sass, and for good reason. 

“Well, why not? Why aren’t you a couple I mean? What’s stopping you?” James replied, coming down from his laughing fit.

“He’s got his eye on someone.” Camila whispered into her mic. 

What?! Me?! No!” Shawn gasped sarcastically, but his grin betrayed his words. 

“Look at that face! Who is it?” James was practically jumping now.

“I’ll only give you a hint.” Shawn said very calmly, even though his face was bright red thinking about you. 

He lifted his pinky finger and wiggled it.

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anonymous asked:

The Devil went down to Georgia/ he was lookin' fer a soul to steal/ he was in a bind/ he was way behind/ He was willin' ta make a deal/ "Sir we stopped selling this item in 1985, I can't give you a return." "Can't you do somethin' fer little ol' me?" "No, sir, company policy."

God the degree to which Bail Organa can Get It is honestly very distracting to me right now, and I imagine the Rebellion felt the same considering their vastly improved success rate after he died, which was, don’t get them, a tragedy, a heinous grief that helped fuel them, but also like……have you seen Jimmy Smits. Look at him. Now you can’t think thoughts, and I’m sorry, but now there’s no thinking room. How are you supposed to plan a rebellion

anonymous asked:

"sir, that's impossible, you can't do that" "IS THAT A FUCKING CHALLENGE?" w/ Sirius, please

Sir, that’s impossible, you can’t do that.” Y/N groaned. When she had taken this job at the Leaky Cauldron over the summer, she honestly had not expected it to be this much trouble.

IS THAT A FUCKING CHALLENGE?” Sirius slurred as he got up and drew his wand. He swayed and Y/N went to his side and helped him stand. 

“It was more of a request.” She muttered as she helped him up the stairs. He was mumbling incoherently about how pretty she was and how nice her hair smelled. She laid him out on a bed and he immediately passed out. “I don’t know whether it is a blessing or a curse your friends weren’t here to help you.” She said as she pulled the blankets over him. 

(900 follower celebration)

anonymous asked:

Does the Arkham Knight read #onlyingotham? Because this is that Fashion student from before and I got a quick question for him. Who do you think you are sir?! You can't just take my Red Hood helmet design, turned it black and blue, and just slap some ears on it! You ruined the aesthetic! #NotCool #ThatwasmeantfortheRedHood! #Rude At least credit me or something...


Agent Carter - Modern AU:  Spies from Opposing Organizations.

Where Agent Thompson is waiting for new instructions -about what to do with the package he just recovered from Leviathan- when he meet a beautiful brunette in the hotel bar. Red dress. Red lips. High heels. 

Where the brunette is eager to go to his room after share only a glass of bourbon with him. And Jack doesn’t think about it twice. Red dress.

Where the brunette makes him smile. She is playful. She is beautiful. He feels happy. And she kiss him. Red lips.

Where Thompson can taste the chemical on his lips a second before fainting. And she leaves. His room. The hotel. Almost running. High heels.

Where Jack didn’t know what Peggy is capable of. Where Jack learns it. Where Jack sometimes still dreams about the woman in the red dress.

Where Agent Carter has to recover a package from another spy and how a mission has never been so bloody easy.

  • what she says: im fine
  • what she means: Sure, I can talk about Commander Shepard. Big topic. There's been a lot written about the Commander, but most of it isn't true. People are quick to judge. They don't know the whole story. I don't even know the whole story. But I know the woman. Worked with her, fought with her. Trust her with my life. Shepard's had some rough patches. Who of us hasn't. She's been forced to fight a lot of battles alone. God only knows how she got out of some of that. Makes your head spin. Thing is, you never heard a complaint. Never once got "No, sir. I can't do that." She never hesitated. Few people know what Shepard's been through. I'd like to think I come pretty close. And I worry sometimes she forgets: there's a whole bunch of people who lose sleep over her getting back home. Maybe it doesn't need to be said. Maybe we're too dumb to say it.
  • Soldiers like the Commander are rare. Women like Shepard... even more rare.