not my tweet but you know

[TRANS] Shinee’s Key about Shinee’s Jonghyun

In what is perhaps not a shocking turn of events, Key reveals that Jonghyun indeed cried while watching Titanic, and not just once, either. More important, Key adds that Jonghyun also has a “secret” shrine dedicated to young Leonardo DiCaprio, to which (Key says with a bit of annoyance), he plays a heartwrenching rendition of Celine Dion’s My Heart Will Go On every night on his specialty, the kazoo. Key also reveals that he and Jonghyun are, indeed, married and going on their honeymoon, which is why they don’t have the time nor the desire to join top Korean songwriter Ryan Jhun’s lineup for the ideal Korean boygroup. Key mentions something about how the two of them would do better as a subunit anyway, but chooses not to elaborate on the topic.

cr. storyoptwo

iwillneverletgoipromise  asked:

Sorry to bother you again, but since we need to focus on our battle here, I think we could find a way to contact the cast and convince them to make another live chat all together, something like for fans and have them sing What'sUP for us; it would be a way to let them know we're still very much invested and it may be a good promotion, I don't know:D I just need to seem together


I want all of my wonderful followers to know that they are NEVER bothering me! You guys are fam <3 so send me asks all you want!

I think people have been contacting the cast via Twitter but we haven’t heard a single peep from any of them except for when Brian released his statement (and a few other supportive tweets, but no direct statements about anything specific). 

I know there are several “What’s Up” singalongs happening already and some even got Paul Ogola (Jela) and Lwanda Jawar (SuperPower) to get in on the videos. I’m not sure if you’re a member of the Sense8 Fan Group on Facebook, but it is an amazing place for campaign ideas like this.

If you are not a member, you can request to join here [x]

Tumblr is a great spot for GIFs and theories, but Facebook & Twitter are probably the best social media platforms to campaign, with Twitter probably being the absolute best way to do it. Hashtags are key!

But August 8th is coming up and I think it would be amazing if the cast did something for the fans. They have for the past 3 years, but who knows if they will this year. I need to see them all together too, it hasn’t even been a month since the cancellation and I miss them so much my heart hurts. The only thing we can really do is tweet them, which I have done in the past and I see others doing to this day :) so keep it up!

That ‘morninggg’ tweet is like the times when I was a kid and my dad came home whistling innocently, you’d know something was up. He’d either make you unload all the firewood from the truck or he bought you a bike, but it was *something*.

anonymous asked:

i'm so done with the evak stans honestly like you would expect them to be kind and the less judgy people but idk is sad i really don't understand why they feel the need to criticize every little thing all the time it kinda ruins that ship for me bc i see them and i think of their stans and it's like a no for me :( i'm sorry i'm rambling on your ask lol. I love your blog!

I know, I feel you on that. I made a tweet the other day and ended up having to block 40 evak accounts. 40! That’s insane and should never happen. They got so crazed and angry over me saying that noorhelm and chriseva IMO had the best development. 

I ship evak. I love both isak and even. The difference here is that I don’t find it necessary to pin characters or ships against each other in order to prop up my favorites. I don’t go out of my lane to attack people who think evak is gods gift to us all. I can admit when my favorites fuck up and talk about their flaws without excusing them. The people who constantly spend their time doing that and bashing them must be miserable. Who wants to spend their time worrying about things they don’t like? Talk about the things you love. Sadly, that fandom can’t relate. 

So I’m tired. I’m tired of having to be wary about loving my favorites. Im at the point that I wish I never got another scene of Even or Isak again. When half of a fandom feels like that, I think its time to step back and look at their behavior. Unfortunately, they find nothing wrong with how they act. 

Never feel sorry! I love talking and discussing Skam. THANK YOU! much love xo

⚠ARTISTS ALL OVER THE WORLD I NEED YOUR HELP⚠

I found this sketchbook in a restaurant and It may be impossible but I want to find the author.

The sketchbook was found in El Albaicín, Granada, Spain and I think the artist isn’t Spanish, maybe a Chinese tourist or someone who are learning Chinese but who knows u_u

In the drawings you can see some monuments of differents sites of Spain, that’s why I think she/he could be a tourist D:

I already tweeted it and a lot of people are sharing (all my love for you guys<3) but I want to try to find him/her here too


F.A.Q:

Did you ask the restaurant staff if they know it?: I’m the restaurant staff, I work there and we can’t remember who is the owner, sorry

- Did you use the reverse image search in Google?: Yes, I do and got nothing u_u

- Can you check the CCTV?: Em… no…  We don’t have it in the terrace and my boss would never let me see them

What you could do is put a note at the door of the restaurant saying ‘have you lost…?’ : I’m the only one in the restautrant who cares about this and again my boss would never let me do that.


If they are a tourist and you just found it recently, they are probably still travelling and might not check their social media as often: Yes, I know, but maybe someone can recognize his/her style or something 


Please, just share and help me to find him/her ;_;

Thank you!

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There’s a big Google Docs email scam going around. Here’s what to do if you received it.

  • Many people — namely individuals in media — are reporting that they’ve received emails that appear to be sent from someone they know, addressed to “hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh@mailinator.com” with a link to a Google Doc and the recipients blocked, according to Motherboard.
  • If you received a similar suspicious email, someone you know has been been phished, my friend!
  • If you receive an email like the aforementioned (or any suspicious email or text ever), do not click the link. I repeat: Do not click the link.
  • Before deleting the message, you should first report the phishing scam to Google, as EFF’s Director of Cybersecurity Eva Galperin tweeted.
  • You should also check authorized apps in your email account, as well as enable two-factor authentication, as ACLU technology fellow Leigh Honeywell tweeted. Read more (5/3/17)

follow @the-future-now

  • Yuuri: *reading a tweet* "Victor Nikiforov seen last night with a dashingly handsome man! Unfaithful to Katsuki?!"
  • Victor: what on EARTH these tabloids are getting out of hand I swear I'll get to the bot-
  • Yuuri: *shows Victor a photo of the two of them from their anniversary dinner the night before* I guess they couldn't recognize,,
  • Victor: D-darling you know these people are just out to get money! I'm sure they meant nothi–
  • Yuuri: it's just. me. dressed in the suit you bought me. and my hair styled differently. but. it's me.
NHL!Bitty, Part IX - ‘Loose Lips Sink Ships’

(Alright, you guys voted for #2, so enjoy!)

Eric gets hit on in a hotel bar during All-Star weekend. For the first time in a long time, it’s not because he’s a famous hockey player.

It would be very flattering, except the man trying to seduce him works for Jack’s PR firm, and bro is playing fast and loose with some seriously confidential information. 

NHL!Bitty Masterpost!


It’s been a long, exhausting day. Between the flight, check-in, the press junket, the photo ops, all Eric wants is to get a little bit drunk with the guys, grab some dinner, and fool around in Jack’s hotel room. Hopefully in that order, but he’s open to fooling around whenever.

He must have a dopey smile on his face thinking about the debauchery he’s been looking forward to all week when he realizes someone is watching him from across the bar. 

Tall, nice hair, professional, and he’s looking at Eric, no, at the empty chair next to him. And he’s walking over. 

“Is this seat taken?”

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Anyway, I hope you understand. And to those with my phone number, I’d appreciate it if you told me how you got it so I can stop it (11)

from happening again in the future. To be clear, I won’t be reacting to or reading any more Katie related tweets. Sorry, but that’s (12)

The way it has to be. And to the girl who texted me, Just to reiterate, message me again and I’ll put your name here. #NotJoking (13)

And to all the brill fans who know the difference between reality and television, take care and thanks for the nice chats. #ByeBye (14) -Rudhraigh McGrath (Katie’s brother) (x)

Slight Changes || Park Jimin

Originally posted by lonastic

Word Count: 1.9k

Genre: Angst/Fluff


“You can’t be serious Y/N, it wasn’t even my fault.” You ignored Jimin’s voice as you stormed away from him and walked into the kitchen. The only thing you wanted to do right now was get away from him, but it seemed that no matter how far you got from him he would just appear right behind you again.

“Yes, Jimin, I am serious. What would make you think otherwise?” Your tone was bitter, anger flooding through you and exiting in the form of words. There was no other way for you to release it so you just had to deal with trying your best to stay calm and not completely flip out on your boyfriend. Jimin sighed loudly before speaking again, causing you to turn around and look at him.

“She was just a fan, fan’s get close. It’s not my fault.” He argued. You rolled your eyes, feeling more anger rise at the fact that he was trying to defend himself over this. The picture had been all over twitter and it seemed that ARMY’s were going crazy over it. They had been tweeting it at you, waiting for some kind of reaction, but you held back until the moment he got home and you could confront him about it.

“It’s your fault that you didn’t try to ask her to move, and it’s your fault that you didn’t mention me, you know, your girlfriend.” You said.

“God you always get like this.” Jimin’s tone surprised you, and you couldn’t help but feel a little taken aback by his words. There wasn’t anything about it that was very different, just a slight undertone of frustration that you weren’t used to. Jimin was always calm with you, even now while you were practically yelling at you he was keeping his normal tone.

“What do you mean I always get like this?” You asked.

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anonymous asked:

What do you think about an “i picked up your bag at the airport but i can’t find your number so i’m about to embark on the largest scavenger hunt of all time by using your strange belongings to track you down” au with charmer or nurseydex or zimbits or something??

Well, I don’t know if you expected three mini fics, and I didn’t fully follow the prompt, but here we are.

1. Charmer

Look, Chris knew it was dumb. He knew that everyone on earth had a plain black suitcase, he knew he should have double-checked the luggage tag, he knew it was important to be sure abut these things. But knowing what he should have done couldn’t help him when he finally got his suitcase home and opened it up to find mostly yoga pants and sundresses. 

Fuck.

He zipped the bag back up and flipped open the luggage tag. It was cute, pink with some metallic lettering saying “I’m outta here!” in a handwritten font. Chris blamed jetlag and the redeye flight for making him miss the fact that it wasn’t his Sharks tag. He blamed the bag’s owner for not filling out any of the information on the tag.

Dammit.

Well, sorry random girl, he thought. He opened the suitcase up again to try to see if he could find anything that would give him a clue as to who the suitcase owner was. He moved a makeup bag aside, and hit gold immediately. Well, Samwell red. A Women’s Volleyball tshirt– mystery suitcase girl had to be on the volleyball team.

“Hey Ransom!” he yelled. “You’re facebook friends with all the volleyball team right?”

“He’s friends with everyone on campus!” Holster yelled back.

“Ask their captain if anyone flew in from the Bay Area and lost their luggage!”

_X_

“Is Justin here? My captain said he’s got my suitcase.” Chris overheard her at the door. He grabbed the bag and started hauling it downstairs. As he set it down at the bottom and caught sight of the girl in the doorway, he froze. She was pretty. Like, really pretty. 

“Um, hi,” he said.

“So you’re Justin? Oh my god, I’m so glad it wasn’t some total rando who got my bag.” 

“I’m actually Chris, Justin was just the one who was friends with your captain. Um, I’m sorry, but I kind of had to look through your stuff? Your luggage tag wasn’t filled out.” The girl laughed.

“Yours wasn’t either! Me and my teammates were like one minute away from googling the record holder for most San Jose Sharks merch, but it totally makes sense that you’re on the hockey team.” 

“Since we both forgot to write our numbers down, maybe we should do that now?” Chris suggested. The girl grinned, grabbed his phone out of his hand, and opened up a new contact. She punched in a number, and when she handed it back he saw a text of several random emojis addressed to the new contact of “Caitlin Farmer” with a girl farmer emoji and a volleyball emoji.

“Text me sometime, and maybe we can get dinner?” she said, and she was gone with her suitcase. 

Chris collapsed on the couch, a dreamy look in his eyes.

“Chowder? You get your suitcase back?” Bitty called out from the kitchen.

“Yeah! and I think I’m in love now!”

2. Nurseydex

“Cheryl, I’m telling you, I had a ton of inspiration on the plane and I wrote some great stuff for act three. No. No, it wasn’t just me thinking it’s great because I popped some melatonin and got really sleepy. It’s like, legit. Yeah, I’ll send it over as soon as I get home and–”

Derek slammed into something. If he’d been holding his phone in his hand (bluetooth is a blessing when you drop stuff easily) it would have launched across the airport. As it was, his post-flight latte was soaking through the nice white shirt of the handsome stranger in front of him.

“Shit,” the stranger said, looking down to survey the damage.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have trusted myself to make a phone call and not be clumsy after such a long flight,” Derek said. He set his briefcase down and pulled a wad of napkins out of the outside pocket. The guy took a deep breath, going from murderous to calm in a few seconds. 

“I wasn’t looking where I was going either, it’s not your fault,” the guy said, setting down his own briefcase and accepting the napkins. He blotted at his shirt.

“Let me pay for the dry cleaning. Or a replacement,” Derek offered. The man shook his head.

“It’s fine, it probably needed to go to the cleaners anyways.” He checked his watch. “If I run, I can probably get a new one before my meeting.” He wadded the napkins into one big ball, picked up his briefcase, and walked towards the exit with a terse nod. Derek, feeling terrible about the whole thing, picked up his own briefcase and walked to baggage claim.

By the time he was reunited with his home office, a cozy bookshelf-lined room in his brownstone, he had almost forgotten about the coffee incident. He was focused on sending the manuscript to Cheryl. Unfortunately, that was going to be difficult, considering he pulled a PC laptop out of the bag instead of his Mac.

Derek stared at the computer for a full minute. He almost couldn’t believe that this was happening to him. Hesitantly, he opened the laptop. On one side of the keyboard there was a weird thing that a few seconds of phone googling told him was a fingerprint scanner. Shit. He hit the space bar experimentally. Something flashed on the screen, and then was replaced with just a plain black screen with red text: ACCESS DENIED

Derek swore. He started to look through the rest of what was in the briefcase, but was disappointed to find it empty except for the laptop’s charger, three packs of gum, and receipts from a lobster shack in Maine. Shit. Nothing in here would tell him anything about the redhead he’d launched a latte at. 

He closed the laptop dejectedly, ignored his editor’s text messages, and went into the kitchen to make himself lunch and feel sorry for himself. This was the universe punishing him for covering a cute guy with coffee. If he had just kept his focus and waited to call his editor later, he could have sent the draft along and saved it and not be desperately trying to remember his inspiration.

Just as the self-pity spiral was really taking off, the doorbell rang. Derek sighed, put down his tea, and walked to the door. When he opened it, it wasn’t Girl Scouts or Jehovah’s Witnesses, but the guy from the airport.

“Cancel whatever you’re doing today, I need to teach you the most basic principles of digital security,” the guy said, pushing past Derek into the dining room. He shoved a stack of papers onto a chair and pulled Derek’s laptop out.

“I’m Will, by the way, I make software that’s hopefully a step ahead of viruses.”

“Is the draft still there?”

“The draft of what?” The guy looked confused.

“My third act breakthrough. I’m a novelist, I need to get it to my editor and I couldn’t remember if I saved it,” Derek explained.

“You know you can set up an auto-save every five minutes or so, right?” Will asked.

“This might be surprising to you, but I’ve never had a cute guy storm into my house and yell at me about computers before.” Will looked up from Derek’s computer, blushing.

“I haven’t had a cute guy dump a gallon of coffee all over me and steal my laptop before, either, but here we are.”

“Maybe you can yell about computers over lunch with me?”

3. Zimbits

Button downs. Tank tops. Slacks. Shorts. Three rolling pins. A pie tin. A half-emptied multipack of sharpies.

No lucky puck. No clothes in his size. No jerseys.

Jack sighed. It would just be too much to ask for anything to go well today. He picked up his phone to call someone with the Falconers, in the hope that they could talk to the airline and sort all this out. At the same time, his phone lit up with Tater’s face.

“Zimmboni! Look on twitter. Small internet baker has your suitcase!” Tater hung up before he could reply, so Jack just opened twitter instead. 

omgcheckplease: A bunch of pucks, some dirty jerseys, and a history textbook. Either I’m back in college or this isn’t my suitcase.

omgcheckplease: .@falcsofficial please tell your #1 player to DM me and come get his shit

omgcheckplease: and @falcsofficial tell him to give me my shit back. my hockey days are in the past, I need rolling pins, not a mouthguard

Jack smiled and laughed in the way a person laughs when they’re alone, just blowing more air than normal out of his nose. He looked through the twitter for a minute– the guy, Eric Bittle, was a Providence-based chef, whose latest tweets were mostly greetings to the various cities he’d been visiting on tour. Jack clicked the media tab on the account, and looked through the pictures. Bittle was cute. He wrote a reply.

zimmboni: .@omgcheckplease how do I send u a DM

omgcheckplease: .@zimmboni you don’t deserve to be verified, oh my god #verifybittle2k17

A few seconds later another notification popped up, and he tapped it to be brought to a DM window.

omgcheckplease: hey! sorry about the mixup. I can only imagine how confused you were to find all my book tour stuff.

zimmboni: Probably as confused as you were finding hockey stuff?

omgcheckplease: I wasn’t joking in my tweets, I did play hockey before I got into the whole cookbook/food show thing

zimmboni: Exactly, I did a book tour last year in the off-season :-)

omgcheckplease: oh my gosh, isn’t it the best and the worst?

zimmboni: I know. It’s great to meet people and talk about your work, but it’s exhausting.

omgcheckplease: that’s why I’m so excited to be back in Providence! at least until the next cookbook.

zimmboni: Well we should probably meet up to trade suitcases. Want to meet somewhere for dinner?

omgcheckplease: don’t trust me to learn where your house is?

zimmboni: I mean, if dinner goes well enough…

omgcheckplease: OH. okay, then, Mr. Zimmermann, it’s a date.

Jack smiled to himself, and got ready for his date.

Hey guys! I know this isn’t supergirl related but if you guys could go to my twitter @arabellacast and like my pinned tweet that would be great!! Or if you even could retweet it and tag Lido. I’m trying to get him to go to formal with me lmfao.

Miraculous Headcanon

Warning: i have been adding to this headcanon for nearly a month so it is pretty long xD OOPS SORRY NOT SORRY (i did put a cut though, so, yeah) NO REGRETS

  • Marinette is a youtuber
  • Her channel consists of mostly sped up videos of her drawing designs and making her designs. Some have voice over, some have soothing and relaxing music.
  • Her channel blew up
  • Partially because, wow, she’s really talented for only being in high school
  • And people just really enjoyed watching her work, it’s very unique
  • Sometimes she’ll do simple tutorials on how to make a simple skirt, or get started on designing, but those are more rare videos
  • She has a second channel that is less professional than her main, where she posts a bunch of random vlogs that her and Alya take whenever they do something interesting, or even some random challenges. Most of these videos involve Alya, since she got Marinette to make a second channel for fun vlogs
  • Her international followers (#subtitles) find it very interesting anytime she talks about Ladybug and Chat Noir because there are legit superheroes in Paris and no other part of the world has seen that.
  • They vlog all sorts of things
    • going to the craft store for new fabrics, buttons, patterns, literally anything Marinette needs for her next project (or they’re just bored)
    • They record random things they see around Paris, cosplayers of LB and CN, pigeons being weird, aesthetics
    • Alya and Marinette have a weekly “review” which includes Alya buying something for Marinette to review- mostly themed around her favorite heroes
    • Sometimes just walking around the mall. Nino is spotted in many vlogs as well, but Adrien is rarely seen since he is already around so many cameras in his normal life Marinette is respecting his privacy
  • A lot more below the cut because I have been working on this headcanon for nearly a month!

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Said During D&D Starter Meme
  • Wine isn’t flammable enough. You need vodka or something.
  • Am I allowed to dance on her grave?
  • Look, I’m all for destroying things, but…
  • Are you still on the ceiling?
  • Are you /more/ or /less/ undead than [name]?
  • If you’re still alive by then, go ahead.
  • I will explain nothing. You must discover.
  • I know it was rude, okay?
  • I’m not happy about this, okay? I don’t like hurting people!
  • How many miles per hour is that?
  • There’s blood everywhere!
  • What’s a good song for this situation?
  • Will you seek revenge?
  • This is a family-friendly establishment, sir.
  • This is the third time you’ve run away over the course of this fight, if you’re keeping track.
  • That doesn’t count as a costume, it’s just a hat.
  • He’s all talk. He’s never actually killed you.
  • Wait, do you not have any money?
  • Well, maybe the demon has devoured multiple people.
  • He is not a scaredy cat.
  • None of us came here to fight a vampire.
  • What happened? Where are you?
  • Who did she get murdered by?
  • The vampire killed her, but not with his mouth.
  • You killed her! You set the fire she died in!
  • Doesn’t he know that tweets can be 140 characters?
  • Are there any other figures of authority?
  • This entire town wants to kill me, so I owe them nothing.
  • Wolves aren’t necessarily considered townsfolk. Can they vote?
  • Who do you report to?
  • These people don’t like us.
  • I don’t know what we can even do to help them.
  • That’s not my name and you know it.
  • This is by far the worst contract I have ever been on.
  • Now everybody wants to steal!
  • I’m not a thief, I’m a lady. And an arsonist.
  • It’s a bonfire.
  • Is the frog a good guy or a bad guy?
  • I feel like we’ve accomplished nothing.