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allthethoughtsandstuff · 4 months

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“when we were in boston it was like we wake up and we would be the only people we would know, and then when we came back to la i was miserable. andrew has a girlfriend here and so he wouldn't spend every minute with me” are you fucking kidding me jesse eisenberg you are a gift to the world

#i’m screaming #if you haven’t watched the little behind the scenes documentary for the social network plz do yourself a favor and go watch it rn #I stg everything he says in these interviews is priceless #he’s an icon fr #there’s a timeline somewhere out there where Jesse eisenberg and Andrew Garfield are a couple #the social network 2010 #the social network #jesse eisenberg #andrew garfield #david fincher #David fincher movies #how did they ever make a movie of Facebook #aaron sorkin

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mondlevan · 2 years

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oiii, você pode fazer messy headers do andrew garfield pra esse icon, por favor??

sure! here bestie, hope u like <3

#andrew garfield #andrew garfield headers #messy #messy headers #messy icons #spiderman #spider-man #the social network #peter parker #marvel #marveledit #headers #layouts #twitter headers #moodboard #meme

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mrsrobertfloyd5 · 1 year

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Many years ago my mom got on a plane and watched a silly little show about magicians and now I am madly in love with the bird from Rio how-

#jesse eisenberg #now you see me #j daniel atlas #jesse eisenberg my beloved #the social network #i am working through his imdb as we speak #fleishman is in trouble #he is an icon #zoloft

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thelilylav · 2 years

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I will never be over Erica’s rant to Mark at the beginning of tsn like yes girl queen pussy boss break up with your boyfriend be my girlfriend instead

#you're gonna go through life thinking girls don't like you bc you're a nerd #and i want you to know from the bottom of my heart that that's not true #it'll be bc you're an asshole #iconic.#slayed #marry me #the social network #erica albright

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hungryfacesart · 25 days

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Capturing Life's Essence with the Bar Stories at Camera Campari Photography Exhibition

As someone who cherishes the simple moments of life, I’ve always been drawn to the vibrant energy and camaraderie found within the walls of a bar. It’s a place where friendships are forged, stories are shared, and memories are made. So, when I heard about the Camera Campari photography exhibition in Milan, I knew I had to experience it for myself Как человек, который ценит простые моменты жизни,…

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mdshohagdesigner · 4 months

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Are you looking for a graphic designer Facebook cover photo designer or Facebook post designer for your Facebook profile? I'm Here please message me

#graphic design #business logo #creative logo #logo design #logo maker #flyerdesign #icons #poster design #design #logo #facebook #facebookpost #social networks #whatsapp #account #linkedin #influencers

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themovementgeneration · 5 months

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Im dead lol. this isnt paella at all...

Shout to my Jews asalamilakeem #Baptism #Alley Oops!

I got that sweettootj forreal mhhm sugarcane and coffee in the morning makes me feel like the adam bomb mhmm. my favorite type of writer

See jew soon

Record of Ragnarok was intense yo. violen-t.

Wait a minute/scratch that, i thoughts jews dont eat pork. even at my loise...lane im still...a family guy.

Thanksgiving was PH-enom-enal Looks like im still the King of Queens...2B or not 2B ham or turkey i still put mayo mhmmm

I remember it like it was fyaesterday me boi...mhmm skrillex marshmellows. make a nigga want to dub-step

I remember it like it was yaesterday- The Beatles

a pb&j is a pb&j no matter how you frame the scene #King of Queens Im gettin hungry again... and i need a bev

#Sophia Di MArtino doesnt dance guys >.< sorry not sorry "Tyler the Creator". Shes more of a exntension cord

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coffeeworldsasaki · 8 months

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I think that every one that now has to redo a packaging because Elon musk decides to change Twitter's icon should kill him

#the highlighters box in front of me has social networks icons...... i would be so annoyed by having to change the stupid icon on that

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makshu · 10 months

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After a thousand years I'm posting art again, and surprising is a self portrait

I was trying a different art style and in the end I liked the result, I'm using it to draw more often since I feel a little freer with it. I'm still doing tests and seeing how I like this way of drawing, it's been a nice experience :)

#if you look carefully you can see that the background is the colors of the non-binary flag :)#I made this drawing to be an icon for a social network of mine #I'm drawing a lot with a tablet now and this has helped me a lot #(and has also streamlined the process)#I will post more arts like this soon #art #drawing #digital art

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robpegoraro · 1 year

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Weekly output: lunar construction, Verizon 5G goals, Twitter trust-and-safety warning, 1Password upgrade, Comcast rate hikes, Google Messages encryption

My week has an unusual road trip coming up–to Wallops Island, Va., where Rocket Lab plans to conduct the first U.S. launch of its Electron rocket Friday evening. This is a much smaller vehicle than the others I’ve been privileged to see lift off, but driving to the Eastern Shore’s Mid-Atlantic Regional Spaceport is also a lot simpler than traveling to the Kennedy Space Center. In addition to the…

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heich0e · 10 months

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Touya's not usually one to check his text messages.

Never has been, ever since he got his first cellphone when he was 13. He finds it more of a nuisance than anything, the way people always want to get ahold of him. Always expect a response from him over the most mundane shit. He barely likes talking to anyone as is, let alone during his private time—therefore, as a general rule, he doesn't respond to texts.

Especially not ones that pop up on his phone on a lazy Saturday afternoon with the contact name 'Bird Brain' listed as the sender.

But when these particular message previews appear, rudely interrupting him in the middle of watching a cake decorating video while he lays sprawled across the couch, Touya can't help but click through to the conversation to give them the response that they deserve.

His response is about as succinct and unamused as he is.

Three telltale dots appear at the bottom of the conversation before Touya can click away, and he finds himself waiting to see what Keigo comes back with—for reasons not even he quite understands.

Touya pushes himself up off the couch in an instant, stomping into your bedroom.

He finds himself hesitating once he makes it to the doorway, his body having moved relatively of its own accord, realizing only once he's standing at the threshold that he's not even really sure what he's going to say.

You're laying across the bottom of your bed on your tummy with your sock-clad feet lifted in the air behind you. You have one headphone in your ear and your laptop propped in front of you with that stupid romantic drama you like so much playing—the one Touya pretends he hates but always gets a little pouty when you watch an episode without him. You turn when you spot him in your peripheral vision, popping your headphone out of your ear and hitting the spacebar to pause your show.

"I'm almost done," you tell him, glancing back to your screen where the male lead is paused mid-confession—his mouth still open in the middle of his ardent monologue. You peer back at him again over your shoulder with a slightly smug look. "If you hadn't watched ahead without me we could be watching it together, y'know."

"That was an accident," Touya grumbles, sniffing a little indignantly. "It started playin' automatically when I turned the TV on."

"Sure, sure," you chirp, turning back to your laptop. When you realize Touya's still lingering there, you face him again, this time pushing yourself up on your elbow so you can twist around to look at him more fully. Your brow furrows. "What's wrong?"

Touya sucks in a breath of air and holds it in his cheeks, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"Can I see your phone for a sec?" he asks.

The pinch of your brow slackens as one of them lifts in surprise.

"Yeah," you say, though your tone is still a little wary. You nod towards your bedside table at the head of the bed. "It's plugged in."

Touya shuffles towards you, rounding the end of your bed frame and approaching the device in question. He sit down at the edge of the mattress, and it dips under his weight. Beside him, you shuffle a bit closer to him as you resume watching your show, one of your feet brushing gently against his back as you kick them idly back and forth.

Touya knows your passcode, just like you know his, so it's no effort to unlock the device once he has it in hand. Finding the app in question is another story entirely.

He turns to you.

"Which one of these is Instagram?" he asks, holding the device in front of your face with the home screen open.

You pause your show again.

"This one," you say, pointing to one particular app icon, but your voice is notably perplexed.

Touya's never had any interest in social media. He had a couple of accounts when he was a teenager but hasn't properly logged in for years. As new social networking sites have risen and fallen, he's never bothered to even sign up, seeing no need in signing away his personal data to a platform he'll never use anyway.

Touya taps his thumb against the icon that you pointed out, waiting for the application to launch. His leg jiggles impatiently while he waits for it to load.

Beside him, you don't unpause your show.

When the screen finally loads, Touya is immediately accosted by an unfamiliar interface. There's some photo of a girl he doesn't know taking up most of the screen, and a few bubbles in the upper right hand corner that he can only assume are notifications you haven't checked. Touya may not use social media, but he's not an idiot either, so after clicking around the screen for long enough he finally manages to pull up what he recognizes as your personal profile.

"Touya, what are you doing?" you ask, thoroughly bewildered now, having just watched your boyfriend visit just about every corner of the Instagram app.

He sucks in a sharp breath.

Slowly, he turns to look at you.

"Did you just post this?"

He doesn't really need to ask, considering the baggy t-shirt you're wearing in the photo—his t-shirt, he recognizes immediately—is the same one you currently have on as you lie stretched across your bed. It's all you have on, save for the frilly little socks on your feet and the edge of the panties he can see peeking out where your shirt's hem has ridden up.

The photo blessedly has left those out.

You clear your throat, almost like you're embarrassed, reaching out for your cellphone. "Yeah, a little while ago."

Touya holds the device out of your reach, and a little sound of indignation slips from your lips. He keeps scrolling.

Your profile is full of photos of you that are just as charming as the first one he'd seen. Some are of friends, or food, or places you've visited. Many are even of him, or the two of you together. The collection is like a series of little snapshots into your life—of all the moments you wanted to save or share. But every so often there will be a photo just of you.

You with your lips pursed coyly, or maybe quirked with the ghost of a smile. You wrapped in a skimpy little dress you bought for a special occasion that Touya is all too familiar with. You with your eyes bright, or maybe one where they're heavy lidded in a sultry expression that makes something possessive and primal scrape against Touya's ribs.

His face feels hot when he looks at those ones. Hotter still when he realizes other people have seen them too.

"I think you should delete your account," he says suddenly, turning to face you with a completely serious—and markedly insistent—expression.

"W-what? Touya!" You exclaim plaintively. You push yourself up onto your knees and scrabble for your phone. Touya doesn't fight back to any real degree. He lets you crawl into his lap and wrestle it out of his hands, though the two of you do go tumbling back across the bed in the process. Once you've safely tossed the phone down to the other end of the bed out of his reach, you turn back to him with an irritated pinch to your features.

Touya meets your gaze easily, like a man without guilt.

"What's gotten into you?" you ask him softly, still straddling his lap. Your hands rest over his sternum, fiddling idly with the strings of his hoodie.

Touya sighs, reaching up and tugging you down to his chest before snaking his arms around your waist to keep you pressed against him. You don't try and wiggle out of his grip like he thinks that you might, instead you let him hold you, nuzzling your face into the collar of his sweatshirt.

"You're being weird," you mumble.

"No, weird would be me asking you to throw your phone away and never leave the house again so I'm the only one who gets to look at you," Touya replies, his fingers dipping under the hem of your—his—shirt and creeping up along your spine. "I'm actually being pretty normal, all things considered."

You huff out a little laugh and Touya feels the warmth of it break against the skin of his throat. You lift your face so you can look at him, and Touya admires the view of you from so close up. The curve of your lips, the colour of your eyes, the tip of your nose. He could look at you all day, he realizes then. Every part of you. Every inch and dip and curve that makes you up. He could study them. Map them out with his eyes closed, long committed to memory.

You make him feel kind of insane, sometimes. More insane than usual, anyway. He worries that he likes you too much.

"What are you thinking about?" you ask him quietly.

You.

Touya purses his lips.

It wasn't his intended goal, but he's happy to accept the little kiss you press against them anyway, a laugh slipping out of his mouth and into yours before you pull away. He shuts his eyes, letting his head tip back against the bed again, letting out a long, exhausted breath.

"Wanna help me set up an instagram account?" he finally mutters after a long stretch of silence.

You push yourself up overtop of him, and when he cracks one eye open he finds you looking down at him excitedly.

"Really?" you ask him incredulously, but undeniably pleased by the prospect.

He nods a bit, pulling you back down against his chest. He lets his eyes shut once more.

If deleting your account is out of the question, he might as well have his own so at least he gets to admire it.

You wiggle comfortably in Touya's hold, your TV show long forgotten at the other end of the bed, content to just let your boyfriend trace lazy circles into your thigh as your legs tangle together with his.

Touya's eyes pop open again suddenly, an unpleasant and not-so distant memory rushing back to him.

Your gaze meets his own, a quiet concern swimming behind it.

He takes your face in his hand.

"How do you block someone on Instagram?"

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