i can't read the text on the photo

Giving up on this factory refurbished replacement phone that’s < 2 months old and already crashing. That’s the second LG phone (Nexus 5X) that’s failed me. I give up. :’(

Switching over to the company that (I hope still) thinks different.

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John: J
Photography: R
Costume design: blackoutballad

Some more photos from the other day! Everyone we asked about taking photos in the library and at the observatory was super helpful! It was funny getting stares from all the tourists in LA though. R and I joked about whether or not they thought this was normal American clothing…

@summon-the-stars replied to your photo:YOI Future!Verse ABO AU, Visual Headcanon Web Charts #01  

  Note to self, remember to be on meds to control the ADHD next time I see one of these.

I hope it wasn’t too hard to read! >.<; I included the text-only part under the cut specifically for people who may struggle to read the sloppy visual web (which tbh includes myself), and the text under the cut honestly includes double the information because there’s no text limit and I tend to elaborate too much ^ ^; I actually almost scrapped the web charts entirely when I realized how impractical they were, but decided it doesn’t hurt to also post it because I hoped it would be fun for some people ^ ^;

Imagine Person A sending Person B a picture of a couple from something they read/watch and captioning it “They look like us”.

anonymous asked:

Can I ask why you add descriptive captions to photos?? I don't follow you but I've seen them on my dash a few times and looking through your blog you've even done it on a selfie and I don't fully understand what the point is. They can't be for the visually impaired because anyone with a disability could see a photo as easily as they could read your text so I'm not... really sure what the purpose of it is? Am I missing something? Thanks in advance for the clarification! :-)

That is a good question, thank you for asking.

There are a couple of ways that people who are blind or visually impaired can interact with the internet.  One is by using screenreader software.  There are a variety of programs that do this, the only one I know off the top of my head is called JAWS and you can Google it up if you want some details.  Screenreader software is pretty self-explanatory really.  It reads out text audibly.

A second way is a braille display.  A braille display takes text from the screen and converts it to braille.  If you are an Marvel fan you can see Matt Murdock using one of these in a few episodes of Daredevil.

So someone who is blind or visually impaired actually can read the text even if they can’t see the image. Its also helpful for people with bad internet connections who have trouble loading pictures, as a bonus.

What both of these have in common is that they only work on text.  So pictures are invisible to them, and that includes screencaps of text (they can’t interact with any audio or image files basically).  So if you rely on a screen reader you can’t see any sort of videos or images, but if there is a caption then that can be read out or converted into braille and you’ll still know what the image is and you can interact with it.  Which isn’t perfect, but is pretty important on an image heavy website like Tumblr.

Captioning can be tricky and sometimes time consuming so my delightful friend has made some helpful guidelines:  In general, captioning where you can is great because every captioned image makes Tumblr a bit more accessible, but you should definitely caption something if it is about visually impaired people or characters, or is an image of braille writing, because making images about blind people the blind people can’t access is quite rude.

Here are some posts about how to write good captions:

http://becauseoftheshame.tumblr.com/post/130077197889/could-u-explain-how-to-caption-things-what-would

http://becauseoftheshame.tumblr.com/post/130929348204/what-do-you-think-are-the-most-important-details

But, captioning can be hard and time-consuming.  So if you don’t have the time/energy/desire to caption everything you can also tag images #captioned #uncaptioned to make them easy to find or blacklist respectively, for screen-reader users.

Stop, I’m At Work

A/N: A much requested teasing-phil-at-work smut!

Phil’s job at Radio 1 was the coolest thing ever, you would openly admit that. But it didn’t make you any less bored on the nights he was working. True, his on-air time was much less these days, but it was 15 minutes into his show and you were counting the minutes until he would be back. 

‘I miss youuuuu’ You texted him, and a minute later you watched him pull his phone out of his pocket and smile a little.

'Miss you too. I’ll be home in an hour or two <3" You pouted at the screen. Two hours was a long, long time. 

'Babe, what am i supposed to do without you for that long? I’m boooored’ you sent back, and you had to wait until they started another song for a reply.

'Bake brownies. Watch a movie. Occupy yourself. I can’t keep texting you when I’m on the air, you know that’ He must be getting a bit annoyed now. You weren’t sure why, but you decided to push him a little bit.

'Occupy myself? Whatever you say.’ You rummaged around in your nightstand and pulled out your favorite vibrator and snapped a quick photo, sending it along with the text. You watched with a smirk as he read the text, lips pursed. Dan peeked over at his screen and widened his eyes, and you laughed.

'I wish you were home right now’

'I want you to make me moan.’

'I’m so horny right now, I wish you could taste me, make me feel good like only you can’

You watched the screen, waiting for him to check his phone again. You saw him read each message, taking a deep breath. You hoped he was getting hard. Teasing was fun.

'Goddammit, Y/N. I’m at work.“ He texted back, trying to be discrete. You weren’t actually touching yourself, but you really were getting turned on by teasing him like this.

'Are you going to punish me when you get back?’

'Spank me?’

'Choke me?’

'Tease me to the edge and back?’ He was trying to ignore his phone, you could tell. But he hadn’t shut it off. Finally, nearly 15 minutes later, you got your satisfaction as his cheeks reddened after a quick glance to the screen.

'I love watching you squirm.’

'Is your cock hard yet?’

'I bet it is.’

'I want to taste it.’

The show was drawing to a close, and your heart was pounding, awaiting his response. He went off-air, and now you had no idea of his reactions. You were almost convinced he had forgotten about you, when finally your phone buzzed again.

'I expect to find you naked, blindfolded, on your knees, mouth open and tongue out.’ Just reading that your cheeks warmed, and you were nearly certain there was a puddle in your panties. You closed your bedroom door before stripping off your clothes. You retrieved a plain black tie from Phil’s wardrobe and tied it around your head before slipping it off again. There was nothing to do now but wait.

27 minutes later, you heard a key in the door. You hurried to slip the tie over your eyes again and assume the position on your knees, hands held behind your back, jaw wide open. Only one person entered the flat, heading towards the bedroom. Your heart was pounding in your ears. Your tongue was getting dry, although you were salivating with anticipation. Slowly, someone was getting closer to you, taking his damn sweet time.

"Good girl” Phil whispered, barely loud enough for you to hear him. He ran his hand over your hair before you felt the head of his hard cock hit your tongue. “No hands.” He ordered, just a moment after you started to move them. You swirled your tongue over the head, flicking at the underside before kissing and licking all over the shaft. He took hold of your head and guided you, taking in as much as you could before pulling back, slowly at first, but soon it felt as if he was fucking your mouth. You felt dirty, your clit was pounding and you ached to be touched. 

He pulled you off him without warning, and you heard him circle you, starting to remove pieces of his clothing. “So, you think it’s fun to tease me while I’m at work? Make me blush? Make me hard?” You held back a smirk, no idea what punishment he had in mind for you. “Well, now it’s my turn to tease you. On the bed." 

You stood and made your way blindly towards the bed. You lay down perfectly center on it, waiting for further instruction. Instead, you felt handcuffs around your left wrist. Warm, familiar fingers brought your arms above your head, securing the handcuffs on your other wrist. They were passed over the headboard, making you unable to lower your arms. He then wrapped something that could have been another tie around your ankle, tethering it somewhere before doing the same to your other leg. You now had both legs spread in a lewd display for Phil to enjoy.

Then he simply stood still.

You had no idea for how long, but he was just admiring you from the foot of the bed. You swear there hadn’t been a sound of his movement, but then you heard him near your ear. "I am going to drive you mad.”

He started tracing those long fingers along your arms, then around your torso, just meandering a curvy, winding path. Finally he decided it was time to touch your breasts, tracing the same swirling pattern with one finger all along one, then the other. He just barely brushed across your nipples and you let out the tiniest sigh. You wanted him to pull them, pinch them, suck them.

As if reading your mind, you felt his tongue flick over one, then he suckled on it, just for a moment. He repeated on the other side before going back to his hands, trailing down to travel across your legs, all the way to your toes, then coming back up to circle all around your thighs.

He seemed to have his fill of using his hands, and moved to lips. He started at the top again, kissing all over your arms, the occasional lick or nibble. As he attacked your neck, you moaned. If he wanted to drive you mad, he was certainly getting there. He continued just as he had before, spending a bit more time worshiping your nipples. By the time he was nipping at your thighs, you were writhing.

“See? It’s no fun to be teased.”

You gasped as his tongue hit home, licking between your wet folds. Then it was gone. Then another lick. Another pause. He did this, ten, maybe fifteen times. Each time the pleasure felt doubled. Your breath was getting faster, you never imagined you could get so hot from so few touches.

You felt your legs be released, one at a time, and now you were certain what would come next. Phil lifted your legs up, kneeling over you before sliding into your throbbing cunt. You let out a load moan, finally full. He thrust into you slowly, sighing in pleasure. He moaned a fuck under his breath before upping his pace, slamming into you hard.

“I don’t think I’m going to last that long. Getting you hot and bothered got me pretty close.” He breathed out. Another minute or two, and he let out a slew of grunts accompanied by a “God, Y/N!” as he came.

“Please make me cum.” Since your hands were still secured, you had no way to complete the task yourself. 

“Of course.” Back to his usual softy self, he kissed all over your pussy, using two fingers to rub your g-spot. Your breath quickened, and he sucked and flicked your clit, increasing the pace of his fingers. 

“Fuck!” Your hips bucked as your long-awaited orgasm came, body-slamming into your clit and radiating all over your body. Phil undid the handcuffs, and you took the blindfold off to find his familiar goofy smile. “Thank you.”

anonymous asked:

Asian Anon here, hugs and =3= dear Ballsy, m on the phone now can't send links, search Hadley_ in weibo, theres a photo of Martin and AmA, I think they r probably several seats left of xoxo

Ballsy:  Thanks AA!   I can’t read the text, hoping this is the one:

Luke drama makes me pissed.
  • Okay, I honestly don't know where to start just now. But if you can't handle the real hard truth then you better stop reading.
  • Okay, I promised myself that I wouldn't ever get involved in all of this Luke and Arzaylea drama, but here I am today, writing this text post which honestly, I'm quite pissed that I am having to say this.
  • First off, stop with the fucking Luke shade and hate. Like honestly, we have no idea how old those pictures are. They could be before he met A, A could've sent them out, HIM AND A WERE NEVER CONFIRMED.
  • Second of all, stop calling him a fucking cheater. Like honest to fucking God. Nothing in those photos say/prove/show that he's cheating. All that person is doing is holding his God damn face, I do it to my close guy friends all of the time it doesn't mean any thing at all.
  • And just to remind you guys it wasn't no more than a couple of hours ago youse were throwing shade at Arzaylea and calling her shit.
  • Why all of a sudden start throwing shade to someone who is meant to be one of your idols, someone you look up to and are meant to protect. Bare in mind this is still the exact same Luke Hemmings who dedicated songs to us, the 5sosFAMILY!!! Because we help him and the guys every single day. Need I remind you of Where ever you are and Jet Black Heart? Literally, Jet Black Heart came out nine hours ago. Luke tries to do everything in his power to make sure we feel loved and appreciated and now in the time when he probably needs us the most some of you have the disrespect to call him a liar and a cheater.
  • You guys probably have no idea how much he's probably going through right now. It's a week before Christmas, he's NINETEEN and thousands of miles away from his family, doing what he loves for us, to make us happy. He never gets a minute alone to himself and it's really annoying me because you guys are acting towards him like he's not our Luke.
  • The Luke who helps us each and every day, the Luke who started the YouTube channel, the Luke who helps write amazing songs and gives his absolute everything into performing. At the end of the day, stop treating him like he's still not that guy and like he's a jerk, because he's not and he's still a kid. He's still the same guy who loves us and we're meant to love him.