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Had the fantastic rollercoaster of evacuating for a hurricane in traffic that took several more hours than anticipated whilst growing horribly dizzy, to get taken to urgent care and told it’s bppv, to then suffer the car ride home so bad I was out of commission aka bedridden, to then call a doctor and get told it’s an ear infection
Thank god my antibiotics are pretty or something
I present to you.. .. . .. . Scenelander
I madenanorher
WARNING: *major* Twitter data breach...
…Whoopee. See the full thread here for details. (Also here.) Tl:dr; The data of some 400,000,000 Twitter users has been leaked and is being more or less held for ransom. (See the image above, in which Musk is invited to buy the data to take it out of possible circulation and thereby save himself huge GDPR fines.)
Granted, there are some imponderables about this—such as: does the breach-advertiser above really have all the data they say they do? But their published examples have apparently been verified as genuine. …In any case, though, if you’re using SMS for your 2FA with Twitter, probably your best protection is to contact your phone provider and get them to create a PIN for your number, so as to prevent your phone being simjacked by someone who’s bought your data. (It’s not a bad idea to do this anyway, if you’re at risk from this kind of thing… but the current issue adds some urgency. I’ve been using it myself, and would have changed it recently except that, in the wake of the mass firings at Twitter, the app that handled their 2FA went down. Must confirm whether it’s back up again so that I can at the very least change my password, or move my 2FA to Google Authenticator or similar.)
Particularly at risk in this attack: old-style “blue check” users. …So if by chance you’re one of these: please take note, and take action to protect yourself. No telling what’s going to wind up happening to this data in even the medium term.
(ETA: I note in passing—since I was just going over to take a look at it—that paste.ee has removed one of the “example” files of leaked names as a violation of its TOS. Not really a surprise, I guess…)
Ok but like i keep wanting to text this girl i lowkey have a crush on but every time im like "hmm i wanna text her this" i realize that its fucking 3 AM and some people actually sleep at night
fml I binged I am a failure, a disappointment, a fat bitch and I disgust myself.
I guess I will just liquid fast until sunday now
hating life again
best friend is moving 2 hours away
fml
HI GUYS
SO GUESS WHO DROPPED THEIR PHONE IN THE SINK AND CAN'T COMMUNICATE AT ALL BESIDES USING THIS SHITTY OLD LAPTOP AND BROWSER VERSIONS OF DISCORD AND TUMBLR?
Yeah, uh... with any luck I can get it fixed soon but for now I am resorting to primal methods of communication because I am DESPERATE
*Monet’s FML office meeting*
Jessica: So do you have any kinks?
Hannah: What?! No!
Alex: you totally do
Hannah: shut up Alex, I don’t
Jessica: you seem like the type that would be into nicknames
Alex: yeah, like calling someone ‘kitten’ or ‘daddy’
Hannah: ‘daddy’?
Clay, from a few tables over: yes?
13 Reasons Why drawings by me! If you want one, message me! I’ll make another one of these (or a custom one) for free and ship it to you! All you have to do is give me a shoutout. From top to bottom: “13 Reasons Why” on a cassette tape “2 hot chocolates and whatever the hell Alex was drinking against the world” on a Monet’s cup (Inspired by the FML group, Hannah, Jessica, and Alex) “Love is Love” on two boxing gloves. (Inspired by Caleb and Tony, I love them a lot)
And that is why I never like coloring my drawings I prefer detailed and messy sketches with pencil and pen and such. So if I do colored one... I've tried.
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SPOILERS FOR MW3
Nothing is stated but hinted at sorta
I looked on YouTube for the mw3 cutscenes since I don’t play the game.
I was spoiled big time and now I’m upset bc I can’t even get the whole story or guess if *na* is ok or not
AHHHHHHHHHBHBG
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Update: I watched the two min clip and now I’m crying in Starbucks instead of studying
Ow
At first I thought they faked it or something but then realized in the original they didn’t and just killed everyone but I denied it for the three minutes that I had before watching the clip
Broken Spirit Namjoon Imagine
Pairing: Namjoon x Reader
Word count: 2.9k
Genre: slight angst, soulmates! au Idol! Namjoon
Description: Everyone is born with their soulmates same on their arm. What happens when the name of one the members from the biggest kpop group in the country is imprinted on your arm.
a.n: UNEDITED BEWARE
Everyone in the world is born with their soulmate's name imprinted somewhere on their body. It was a fucked up system that somehow came into play about 200 years ago. At first it wasn't taken seriously, as there was no way to ensure that the name that was imprinted on you even belonged to a real person. Now? People are obsessive. The rich spend thousands of dollars on detectives and hackers to try and find the one. They acted like they could only ever love their destined soulmates, like the rest of the people in the world didn't matter. That any feelings could be cast aside because one day, you would find the the person whose name was engraved into you. It gave people a sense of hope, of purpose, that things were going to get better once they found their destined love. People believed that finding their soulmate would solve all of their problems. But not you.
You saw it for what it really was, fucked up. It played with people's hearts and minds. When you were younger, you couldn't help but wonder, who the name on your arm belonged to, but things changed. In high school you accumulated a crush on one of the upperclassmen; Jae Park. He was gorgeous, and sweet, and talented. Everything you could ever ask for. When you confessed, he looked at you in disbelief. What he said to you stuck in your mind forever. “Do you really think I would ever go for someone like you? You don’t even care about your own soul mate.” He scoffed and walked away from you. Yes, you knew it could have been worse, but it still hurt. Last you heard of him, he had moved to Korea, and then you knew he was really gone.
Although you would never admit it, you memorized the name on your arm and thought about him constantly. Not necessarily good thoughts, but thoughts none the less. “Y/n?” you snapped out of your day dream to look up at your boss. “You can go home now, the cafe closed 15 minutes ago”.
You smiled at the older woman, before heading to the back room. You moved slowly as you put your apron and hat in the small locker the esablishment provided. You sighed as you caught a glimpse of the name on your arm. I need to forget about him.
The walk back to your small apartment was quiet, but you didn't mind. It gave you time to think. The first thing you did when you got home was plop down on the couch. Your phone buzzed reminding you to eat and log in your meal. It's 6:00, you thought.
Your hand grasped the remote, and you turned on the television. You mindlessly flipped through channels as you looked for something to watch. “Leader of BTS Rap Monster, also known as Kim Namjoon”. The words coming from the TV caught your attention. That name. You looked down at your arm, watching as his name changed from black ink, to gold. A sign that you have finally laid eyes on your soulmate.
“No, it can’t be him” you whispered to no one. A close up of his face popped up on screen. He was gorgeous. You gulped down the saliva you didn't realize had collected in your mouth. His face was well defined, but soft. When he smiled, the first thing you noticed was his dimples. It was adorable. You scanned his face, but when it disappeared from the screen you closed your eyes and tried to remember every feature of him.The right side of his face was more full than its counterpart, but you couldn't help but find it absolutely endearing. It made you feel better, seeing that he wasn't absolutely perfect made you believe that you might actually have a chance with him.
You pulled out your laptop and looked him up, desperate to know more. He was born September 12, 1994. Hey you thought He’s not that much older than me. He was born in Goyang, a satellite city in Seoul. You scoffed, how ironic, I managed to land a soulmate born in a city named Seoul.
Realization hit you like a brick, and you groaned. He’s famous. He’s got girls from all corners of the world after him. I have no chance. You let out the breath you hadn't realized you were holding. I need to forget about him, all he knows is my name, he doesn't know I exist.
One Month Later
Namjoon sat with the rest of the boys in an interview. Since the BBMA’s, their popularity has only grown. Despite all the beautiful armies he had met, he couldn't help wonder if you were a fan.
Namjoon was happy to be back in Korea, he didn’t have to worry about translating for the boys, and it meant that he had to answer less questions. The questions being directed at them flew in one ear, and out the other. Namjoon didn't realize a question was being directed at him until Jimin poked his arm. “Hyung, you good?” Namjoon smiled at the young boy in reassurance before speaking. “Sorry, what was that?” he smiled sheepishly. The interviewer waved away his apology as if it was no problem. “What I was going to ask was, are you ever going to reveal to us who your soulmate it”.
None of the other boys had given up that vital information yet, so why ask me he thought. “Well, eventually I will. My heart belongs to armies right now. I’m not going to reveal her name to the world yet, because quite frankly, I don't even know who she is yet.” He paused, “We have yet to meet. Also, I know there are some very well uh… devoted fans out there, and I don’t want my soulmate to get hurt. If she is such an important part of my life, I don't want something to happen to her before our lives inter cross”. The interviewer seemed content with Namjoon’s answer as they nodded, before turning to the other boys.
Come on (Y/n), where are you? I need you in my life.
Two months later
You walked off the loading ramp. You had finally arrived in Korea, Gangnam to be precise. Thank god that long ass flight is finally over, you thought smiling all the while. No you weren't there to look for Namjoon, but instead for your best friends wedding. You finally got through customs and waited outside for the taxi your friend sent to pick you up. God dammit Lily, you couldn't have picked a worse fucking time to get married. It was August, and that was the hottest it would get this summer. You quietly thanked whatever higher being that was listening, that you had worn shorts and a tank top. Even then you were starting to feel the effects of the heat.The cool early morning air wasn't enough to cool you off. The taxi isn't going to be here for another 45 minutes, why not go back inside. You made your way back through the glass doors, luggage in tow.
You started towards the baggage area, when what sounded like hundreds of teenage girls assulted your eardrums . You glanced up from your phone to see that it was hundreds of teenage girls. “What the fuck”, you uttered as you were shoved to the ground by one of the girls. You stood up brushing yourself off before turning to the girls. They had formed a crowd around one of the doors. Place markers kept the girls from going to close. What are they looking at you questioned yourself.
You found yourself being pushed towards the place markers as another rush of girls came. Fuck, I’ve got to get out of here. And who the fuck is here at 2:00 am, anyway. The fuck? You ducked and weaved through the ever growing mass of hormonal teenagers, walking away, parallel to the door they all seemed so infatuated with. The place markers continued on for a while, as the girls thinned out. They all must want to be close to the door, so they get a good look at whomever comes out. Might as well see who comes out, I've got time to waste. You waited near one of the glass doors, and easy escape if things got out of hand. It was already pandemonium, it can't get any worse right?
After what felt like forever it was only 5 minutes the doors opened. You wouldn't have noticed if not for the screams of the girls getting 200% louder. You watched as a bunch of boys exited the double doors. You scanned the seven boys, all of which had masks over their faces, and hats pulled low over their eyes. They looked, dare I say familiar?
Your body had a reaction before your mind had caught up. The letters you were so used to on your arm started to burn and sizzle. You looked down at your arm, only to see that it was glowing, bright. Luckily only a few girls noticed before your hand slapped over the ink, trying to hide it. Little did you know, one of the boys also felt the burning sensation in his arm.
Namjoon walked though the blue double doors, Hoseok in front of him, and Yoongi behind. Namjoon had only taken a few steps before a searing pain shot up his arm. He pulled his sleeve up so fast and with so much ferocity, he was surprised it didn't rip. He looked down at his arm to see the text he was so fond of, glowing a brilliant blue. He stopped walking. His hand rubbing the letters on his arm. It read (Y/n) (L/n), a name Namjoon had memorized years ago. He didn't realize he had stopped, until a fan crossed the marker and grabbed at his arm forcefully. The girl shrieked, somehow catching everyone's attention. Before Namjoon could rip his arm away she screamed “THE NAME ON NAMJOON OPPA’S ARM IS GLOWING. THAT MEANS HIS SOULMATE IS HERE!”. Namjoon looked at her horrified, quickly ripping his arm away as security pulled the flailing girl away. Everyone’s eyes were on Namjoon. The fans started to get riled up. All of them screaming questions. Namjoon felt hands on his shoulders, he was ready to pull away, but it was just Yoongi and Jin. “Namjoon, I think we should get out of here before things get worse” Yoongi whispered in Namjoon’s ear. Jin must have read Namjoon’s facial expression because he added “Don’t worry, she will be fine. I promise”. Namjoon nodded as he let the two older boys pull him away.
You watched as Namjoon was pulled forward by a tall boy with brown hair, and a skinny boy with black hair. This was your chance, a chance you wouldn’t ever get again. But you couldn't move. You were frozen in the spot, the only things moving were your eyes following the tallest boy being pulled away by his elders.
Then, a miracle. Namjoon’s eyes met yours. The pain in both of your arms stopped as you made eye contact. His eyes widened, every fiber in his being telling him to run towards you, for he had finally found you. But he couldn't. The fans would know, and he couldn't risk you getting hurt. He had been looking to long, and he pulled his eyes away from you.
You couldn't help but feel upset. You were now in the back of a taxi, wallowing in self pity. He looked away was all you could think. Why did he look away. Hot tears threatened to spill, but you knew better. This was bound to happen, he's a celebrity. I’m no one.
One Week Later
It was the big day. Lily was getting married today. You couldn't help but feel sad, that you would never get this special day like she’s getting. Lily walked into the room. You swallowed your pride, and your jealousy.
“Lil” you smiled at the bride “You look so beautiful”. She beamed at you. Never once in your nine years of friendship have you seen her this confident. “You don't look to bad yourself, miss Maid of Honor”. She put extra emphasis on the last three words, and you couldn't help but giggle. “Come on Lil, it's time to go”. She sighed before linking arms with you. You would be walking her down the aisle, seeing that her own father had passed away. You walked her up to the podium, and then took your seat in the front row. As shy as Lily is, she didn't want anyone to steal the spotlight on her special day, so she had all the bridesmaids, and the grooms men sit in the front rows.
The whole ceremony was spoken in Korean, but you didn’t mind that much. Lily had been making you take language classes with her since she started dating Sejin two years ago. Some things that were said weren't clear to you, but all the other bridesmaids had no clue what was going on, so you didn't feel that bad.
The after party was the best part. The wedding was inside, to shield all the viewers from the heat of the unforgiving sun. After the ceremony, there was a change in venue. It was hosted at some fancy country club, facing the ocean.
The food was inside, but most of the congregating was happening outside. Large groups of people gathered on the balcony, or at the beach, which was only about 100 meters away. Your best friend newlywed, was pulling you around like a dog on a leash. She introduced you to countless people, giving them your life story each time. You needed a break, and possibly a drink. “Lil, I’m going to go inside and grab some food.” She just looked at you and smiled giddily. Her face was flushed, letting you know she had already downed a few drinks during the night. You kissed her forehead, and left her to her own devices.
You marveled at the arrangement of foods. Lily had cut no expense for this party. Her mother was loaded, so she could get away with it. The marking on your arm started to buzz, it wasn't unpleasant like last time, but soothing. Almost like letting you know that your soulmate was there for you, you thought. Wait, scratch that. That feeling means he’s here. Namjoon is here.
Your heart rate started to pick up as your eyes flew over the crowds of attendees. You started to move backwards, heels clacking as you backed away from the mass of people. You took one more step before you flew off balance, and your arm started to buzz with more intensity than ever before. You looked up and away from your arm to a beautiful man standing in front of you. “Namjoon” the word escaped your lips, barely a whisper. He smiled the most beautiful smile, dimples and all, before offering you a hand. “So I guess we’re soulmates” he said, cheeks tinged pink. “Yeah, I guess we are”
You and Namjoon hit it off. Both of you happier than words could express that you had found each other. “I mean, you’re famous… I didn't think I ever had a chance!” you exclaimed, still dumbfounded as to how this ended up. He grinned at you “ I’m so happy my soulmate is you, I would wait a hundred more lifetimes, if it meant ending up with you” he said, a giddy smile graced his features. You playfully hit his chest as you laughed at his cheesiness. “But wait, why are you here” you questioned looking up at him. His smile faltered “What do you mean?” he inquired. “I mean like at the wedding” you paused before speaking again “Are you friends with Lily?”. He smiled, relieved by your answer. “You do realize that Sejin is BTS’s manager right?” he said with a laugh. You face palmed “Ugh I’m such an idiot”. Namjoon smiled at your cuteness, “It’s okay, I wasn’t expecting you to be here either”.
The two of you sat on the beach, not caring if you got sandy. You sat in comfortable silence, just enjoying each others company. “You know… I didn’t believe in the whole ‘soulmates’ thing, until I saw you for the first time”. You did air quotes when you said the word “soulmates”. “But, now that I think about it, i’m really happy that the soulmates thing exists, because I don't know if i would have found someone as amazing as you.” He blushed, turning away hoping you couldn't see it. “I’m glad you feel that way” he started “Because I personally wouldn’t have it any other way.”
You turned towards each other, he slowly reached his hand up to your face. Brushing It softly with his fingers. “Can I kiss you?” He asked, looking you in the eyes. You nodded leaning in slightly. Your lips collided, not hard, but soft. Like a first kiss, except the both of you had a lot more experience. The marks on both of your arms started to glow pink. You pulled away to look at your arm. A tiny heart on either side of Namjoon’s name was now in your skin. He looked at his arm, and three tiny hearts surrounded your name. You looked away from your arms and smiled at each other. The rest is history.
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