plastic little covers

INTP-ISTJ They’re Not /Completely/ Broken Yet

ISTJ: Have you found a new pair of headphones yet?

INTP: Huh?

ISTJ: You told me you were going to pick out a new pair to replace the ones you’re using now.

ISTJ: You told me that months ago.

INTP: Oh, that’s right.

INTP: Well. No, I haven’t, but–

ISTJ: Let me see the brand you have.

ISTJ: *Takes INTP’s headphones*

ISTJ: Okay. I’m going to order you some new ones.

INTP: Why?

ISTJ: Because the ones you’re using have been completely destroyed and are a mangled mess.

ISTJ: And because if I don’t do it, you’re going to have those awful things for the rest of your life.

ISTJ: It’s getting ridiculous, INTP. You need a new pair.

INTP: They still work, though.

ISTJ: They are a mess and need to be replaced.

INTP: But they sound fine!


About covering up mic and camera

If someone has them taped over, please do not ridicule them.

First of all, several people who know a lot on the subject agree that it’s a good idea. Mark Zuckerberg and Bill Gates both have their cameras taped over. The American military as well as the CIA use computers that have a little plastic cover for the camera when it’s not in use.
I personally don’t feel alarmed regarding my laptop since I tend to have it closed unless I’m sitting motionless in front of it. Not much useful information there.

But it’s just as easy to hack a phone camera and microphone, both front and back.

Second of all; even if you think this is ridiculous, you don’t know their situation.
This person could
• be hiding from an abuser
• have incredibly controlling/strict parents
• be an immigrant without all their papers in order right now
• have a history of being stalked
• have a mental illness that causes them to worry or feel like they’re being followed or watched
• you literally don’t need to know their reasons in order to respect their choices

anonymous asked:

Yay mini prompt!! The missus shaving Harry's peach fuzz in her tiny apartment :)

Harry was sleepy. Stumbling, mumbling, words like honey, extra cuddly, sleepy. Bags dropped by the front door, shoes kicked off soon after that. Six weeks away and he was finally back where he was meant to be.

“You know, we can go home to your house, if you want?” you said, locking the front door and hanging up your keys.

Harry threw himself down on your bed stomach first, immediately with a grunt muffled by the pillows.

“Ahhh. A real bed,” he lisped, snuggling down. “This is home. Your blankets smell good.” A few more moments, and he would be asleep, he knew it.

“C’mon, big boy. We’ve gotta take your pants off.” You heard a snicker into the pillow and you slapped a palm across his bum teasingly. “Not for that, you big goofball. You’re not awake enough for that. It could end badly.”

“Hey!” he yipped. “I could…wake up a little. Gimme a minute.”

“Turn over,” you coaxed, squeezing his little love handles until he giggles and rolls over onto his back. You reached up to undo the button of his jeans, lips setting into a hard line when all you’re met with his skin and the beginnings of coarse hair below the waist. “You’re not wearing underwear, you cheeky bastard.”

Harry snickered. “There’s no room,” he slurred with a smirk.  

“I’m sure,” you mumbled, yanking his pants down to his thighs and pulling them all the way off, tossing them behind you. “I should be used to it by now.” You crawled up the bed to curled up next to him. “At least now you’re letting everything breathe. I was thinking about maybe having kids someday, so I need them to work.”

“Hey,” he drawled, peeking over at you. “With me?”

You shrugged, and he put an arm around your shoulders. “I’m considering you, yes.”

“Thanks,” he mumbled, nudging his chin against your cheek.

“Do they not have razors on tour?” you teased, feeling the brush of fine, slightly whiskery hair rubbing against your cheek.

“Took me a long time to grow this,” Harry pouted, running his fingers over his chin. “Suppose I should shave it.”

“I’ll do it,” you offered. “We could do it in the morning, but I can do it.”

Harry raised a suspicious eyebrow. “You can do it? You wanna shave my face?”

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Written In The Trees (Requested)

It would be an understatement to say that you had been less than thrilled when Jordan Parrish, your sexy deputy boyfriend, had woken you up this morning at the ass crack of dawn to go hiking. You knew he loved it, and you really didn’t mind it… You just really liked your sleep. Why couldn’t you hike after 10 AM? That’s all you were asking.

But, you loved the guy, and you wanted to make him happy. So, you had gotten out of bed, changed into some cute, yet comfortable and durable, clothes, and brushed your teeth. That had been two hours ago. Now, your stomach was making awful noises, begging for you to feed it. Damn Jordan for rushing you out of the house, thereby making you skip breakfast. “Babe, I need food.” You deadpan look at him.

Jordan lets out a small smile, which still seemed to light up his entire face and make his eyes twinkle as if there were a thousand starts in each. “Don’t worry. I’ve got you covered.” This man knew how much food meant to you. He was perfect.

Jordan slides his backpack off his back and unzips it. He reaches in and pulls out a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. He throws the little plastic baggie covered sandwich your way. “Oh, grape jelly! You really do love me.” You gush while taking a bite of the sandwich after removing it from the bag.

Jordan just laughs while looking around. “Hey, have you ever had your initials carved in a tree?” He asks, reaching in his pocket and grabbing his pocketknife out.

“Can’t say that I have.” You look over at him as he approaches a tree. You just chuckle at his cuteness. He was always doing little things like this to show you how much he cared. Did you really need your initials in a tree? No. Then again, Jordan had made it known that he planned to give you everything he possibly could, even if it was just a carving in a tree.

As you continue to eat your sandwich, you look around you. The view from this trail was actually pretty amazing, especially with the sunlight the way that it was. You glance over at Jordan, and you can’t help but smile. Maybe you could admit that you were glad that he had dragged you out of bed for this. After another ten minutes or so, and long after you had finished your sandwich, Jordan is still working on the carving in the tree. “Are you sure that you know what you’re doing?” You turn to look at him, but you don’t see him standing there anymore. “Jordan?” You look around and don’t see him anywhere. You do see that the carving in the tree is done however. You stand up and walk over to the tree after something sparkly catches your eye. As you get closer, your hand automatically moves to cover your mouth, small tears forming in your eyes.

Before you can reach out to pick up the gorgeous ring that Jordan had gotten you, he steps out from behind the tree, an anxious smile on his face. Once beside you, Jordan reaches over and grabs the ring before getting down on one knee. He looks up at you, and he holds out his empty hand for yours. You reach your left hand out to him.

“Y/N… Baby, you are my best friend, and I can’t imagine my life without you in it. I want to wake up with you every morning, fall asleep with you every night, and come home to you every evening.” He pauses, getting a little choked up. “I want to have as many babies with you as you want, and I want every adventure I ever go on to be spent with you. I want always. I want forever, and I want all of it with you, only you.” You’re still looking down at Jordan, silent, happy tears falling from your eyes. “I love you… Baby, will you please marry me?” He finally asks, a giant smile on his face. He was nervous as all hell, but there was a part of him that absolutely knew what your answer was going to be.

You first start nodding your head, not sure if you can even speak. “Yes. Yes, of course.” You finally tell him, the words coming out somewhere between a whisper and your normal voice.

Jordan slips the ring on your finger quickly before standing up and wrapping his arms around you tightly. “God, I love you.” He tells you pulling away, and for the first time, you see that he has tears in his eyes, too. He kisses your lips quickly.

“I love you, too.” You tell him while hugging him again. Your eyes wander back towards the tree Jordan had carved. “I love my carving, too.” You tell Jordan as you reread it: Marry Me

Blood Bank
Bon Iver
Blood Bank

Well I met you at the blood bank
We were looking at the bags
Wondering if any of the colors
Matched any of the names we knew on the tags

You said “see look that’s yours!
Stacked on top with your brother’s
See how they resemble one another
Even in their plastic little covers”

And I said I know it well

That secret that you knew
But don’t know how to tell
It fucks with your honor
And it teases your head
But you know that its good girl
‘Cos its running you with red

Then the snow started falling
We were stuck out in your car
You were rubbing both of my hands
Chewing on a candy bar

You said “Ain’t this just like the present
To be showing up like this”
AS a moon waned to crescent
We started to kiss

And I said I know it well

That secret that we know
That we don’t know how to tell
I’m in love with your honor
I’m in love with your cheeks
What’s that noise up the stairs babe?
Is that Christmas morning creaks?

And I said I know it well
I know it well
And I said I know it well
I know it well
And I said I know it well
I know it well


Summary: One-shot. Sara finds a Captain Cold action figure. 


There was something in her voice that made him nervous.

“Lance…” Len turned to face her – and his heart dropped.

There, clutched in her petite but strong hand, was a Captain Cold action figure.

The little plastic figure was no more than the length of Sara’s forearm, the little plastic hood pulled up, and little plastic goggles covering the figure’s eyes. Its little plastic hand was outstretched but missing the little plastic cold gun. The gun was probably somewhere in the bag.

Len knew just from looking at it that this was the version that made noise when you pressed the button in the back. It was supposed to be the noise of the cold gun but they hadn’t replicated it correctly so mostly it just sounded like a low-pitched laser gun.

“Snart…” she repeated. “Why do you have an action figure of yourself in your backpack?”

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anonymous asked:

I'm in love with your bookshelf but I there's one thing bugging me. I can't imagine how your shelves actually look like. It's not one really tall shelf isn't it? Because that's how I'm picturing it.

I would need a really high ceiling if that’s the case ;p

It looks like this (click if you want a bigger image)

anonymous asked:

I get that declawing is bad, but what about just filing down the point of the claw so it's not as sharp. not make it completely round, but make it so that your cat can't decide to eviscerate you so easily?

That’s fine, though I would recommend using a regular old nail clippers and cutting a bit off the end so it’s more dull. As long as you’re careful not to cut too far, nail trimming is fine, and I would even recommend doing it, though cats will groom their own nails. You can also use nail caps that are little plastic covers for the claws that dull them up a bit.

  • Fini-mun: People seem to be enamoured with the idea that Sonic will live alone adventuring for the rest of his life before dying an old man in a kayak going over a waterfall
  • Fini-mun: EVEN EVAN
  • Fini-mun: "Oh please yes I am so down for a rafting/kayaking Sonic AU."
  • Sally-mun: XDDDD
  • Sally-mun: you know
  • Sally-mun: row crews have to have EXTREMELY powerful legs
  • Sally-mun: i could see him as a rower if not a kayaker
  • Fini-mun: well maybe for most of his life but when he's old and just going "fuck it"
  • Sally-mun: *snerk* yes
  • Sally-mun: Sonic: *just lays down completely in the kayak and lets the little plastic cover close up* take me where you'll take me, nature
  • Fini-mun: pdjuiofhbawuht
  • Sally-mun: Sonic: I SHALL DIE, AS I LIVED
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  • Fini-mun: beautiful