stuffing face

anonymous asked:

Long before I knew anything about people being able to see through your webcam, I just put a sticky note over it because I didn't like when I opened Skype or Facetime how the camera automatically started up and showed me, usually looking all kinds of ugly, staring at the screen. I recently switched out the sticky note for a smiley face sticker. Smile! -fixation anon

lmao god that happened to me so many times… Skype would just open the camera when I accidentally hit the wrong shortcut and there I would be, slouched on my bed with the laptop practically on my chest, probably stuffing my face with pizza, in all kinds of bad lighting… it wasn’t good fam

my current camera covering sticker is the NSA smiley – ˙ ͜ʟ˙! which I think adds a certain level of irony to the matter considering the whole reason we know what the NSA smiley looks like is thanks to the Snowden leaks. it’s a good conversation starter when I’m with a bunch of other nerds because all the ones interested in that kind of thing will recognise the face =P


It doesn’t matter if it’s just a stuffed animal, a banner or anything else. Do not throw anything on them. It’s understandable that you want them to find and play with your stuff but don’t aim at them. Throw them on stage when no one is around.
Chanyeol might have brushed it off today and acted all cute, but you don’t know what might happen in the future. Someone might get hurt so please stop aiming the idols/ throwing stuff on stage.


It’s finally here! Full pic plus already cropped one

Feel free to edit just don’t forget to credit

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It’s a [Tinder] Date! (Part 1/3)

Summary: Thinking he needs to find a date, Natasha signs Steve up to Tinder. In Queens, Peter Parker does the same to you. It’s a match! 

Word Count: 1,723

A/N: This is already planned out and written (in my head). I loved writing this.

Originally posted by imaginingbucky

Nat raised a brow, a mysterious curve to her smile. Steve was immediately suspicious. He felt his shoulders stiffen and his back straighten. He knew he looked like he had a stick up his ass, but he couldn’t help himself. Not when Natasha looked like the cat that had eaten the canary, and wanted to get caught.

“You left your phone on the coffee table,” she said. Her tone was relaxed, which made Steve more nervous.

His eyes narrowed. “What did you do, Romanoff?” he questioned, broad arms crossing over an equally-broad chest.

She merely shrugged before she turned her right-hand palm-up and relaxing it. Steve’s phone was revealed. “See for yourself.”

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