In a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they’ll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muses reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.

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xindemnis murmured:
00:00:00

hiding-inside-my-mind:

This was the freaking day, he couldn’t believe it, he would lock up his heart with that special man or woman, his soulmate, today Thursday.

00:00:10

What if it was a he? What if he was straight? What if his soulmate didn’t like him and left him alone? Or maybe the girl was a lesbian, and did not love him?

00:00:05

He was really nervous, tapping and looking everywhere in the party, it could be anyone, ANYONE.

00:00:04
00:00:03
00:00:02
00:00:01


He felt a hand crippling on his waist when the clock hit zero “Hi?” He felt himself blush by looking at the smaller girl.

The girl was nervous, to say the absolute least. She hated parties with a passion, but her best friend dragged her out to this one claiming that it would be fun. Whatever! Social gatherings were always hell for her, with all those people and noises.

But Dahlia said that it would be perfect since Iris was supposed to meet her soulmate that night, and she couldn’t do that sitting in her room. Iris eventually gave in and let Dahlia dress her up and do her hair and everything because she’d never forgive her if she didn’t.

The timer on her wrist was ticking away. 00:04:49 when they got there. Iris absolutely begged Dahlia not to leave her alone, but she insisted that Iris could handle herself.

For a few minutes, Iris searched for an empty corner to hide in because Lord knew she needed it. Someone bumped into her and shouted an apology, and Iris stumbled and grabbed onto — well, someone — so she wouldn’t face plant. “I’m sorry!” she said quickly, her cheeks blazing red as she stared up at the stranger.

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xindemnis murmured:
00:00:00 ((hello friend!!))

local-lavamancer:

00:03:00

Alan had been out when he checked his arm. He had needed to grab some things from the local grocery store, and ended up glancing at the inside of his forearm as he went to look for his wallet.

00:02:45

No… Here!?! Of all the places that his timer would hit Zero, it was going to be here! He cursed quietly and immediately started looking around, the amount of people in the store at that time of day already a bit scarce. Fuck he needed to find them soon! He rushed up and down the rows of isles, looking frantically for the person with the same expression as him, looking down in a panic at their arm, but no one seemed as worried as he did.

00:01:13

Damn… no one in the store! Where could they be? The clock wouldn’t count down and leave him with no one would it?! It couldn’t do that. Everyone met someone else. It was never heard of to not meet the other person with the same clock! But where were they?! Maybe outside! They must be outside. So he ran, past the people in the lines, the clerks and carts, to stand outside and look for someone, anyone, in the parking lot that was doing the same as him. But where could they be?

00:00:38

Where were they?! It wasn’t her! Or him! Damn this was horrible! He was going to be the first person without someone when the clock hit zero!

00:00:00

Alan walked headlong into the other person, too deep in his thoughts and worries to notice them, eyes now only focused on his arm as the timer finally hit zero. As he looked up he saw the girl standing in front of him, a look of bewilderment on her face that must have been somewhat similar to his, the impact jarring him from his thoughts. He looked from her down to the flashing numbers on his forearm then back to her before finally speaking.

"Hey… You must be the one I was looking for then."

Iris had been somewhat panicking all day — according to the timer on her wrist, she was supposed to meet her soulmate a little bit past six. She had a history lecture at noon and an audition at four, but she’d surely be done with everything by six.

Around 5:45, Iris was walking home (her audition had gone brilliantly) when she remembered — she’d ran out of tea! She sighed and turned around, heading to the grocery store. She couldn’t check her timer because the blazer she wore covered it up, but she didn’t think there was much time left. Maybe half an hour at the most.

When she walked out of the store, the girl pushed her sleeve up for a moment. 00:02:24. Hardly any time at all before she would meet her soulmate! Pushing her long hair back out of her face, she took a deep sigh and continued walking, her shoes clacking against the sidewalk with every step until she walked straight into someone.

"I’m sorry!" she apologized immediately, biting the corner of her lip slightly before nodding her head. "I — I suppose I am. My name is Iris…"

queerhawkeye:

you can insult me however you like but don’t you ever dare call me a gryffindor

thislstherealryanross:

real nostalgia.

all the songs that got you through your seventh grade emo phase.

[listen]

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xindemnis:

xindemnis:

i have a metric shit ton of homework due tomorrow but i need to go to sleep soon and i’ve only done half of it

i’m bout to start panicking bc it’s 8 and i need to be asleep by 9:30 and it takes me at least an hour to get to sleep

but what do i do this is a legitimate problem sigh

fuck it i’ll take the points off

i’ve got good grades in all those classes anyway i’ll be fine with a few late assignments

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castielismycherrypie:

dubsexplicit:

wet—kitty:

no one will ever understand the deep fucking connection I have with this film

For real though

Ok guys I need to talk about this movie.

The Breakfast Club came out in 1985 and to this day is, in my opinion, one of the greatest damn movies ever to barely even have a script.

During the famous “dance” scene, Molly Ringwald, who played the “princess” Claire, was supposed to a small little dance by herself, but she was shy so all of them did some dancing together, creating one of the most famous film scene’s to date. It was improvised.

During the scene in the film where the characters sat down and told why they were there, there was NO SCRIPT. John Hughes told the cast to sit there and improvise why they thought their characters were there, creating that heart wrenching scene everyone could relate to.

EVERYONE can relate to this movie and thats the best damn thing. 

On March 24, 1984, five students entered a detention room thinking it was just another Saturday. Before the day was over, they broke the rules, bared their souls, and touched each other in a way they never dreamed possible.

EVERYONE IN THE WORLD NEEDS TO SEE THE BREAKFAST CLUB.

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candycoatedcreepies:

glowcloud:

childservices:

who cares lmfao!!!!

What did they tell him!!! What can we tell him to make him cry harder

OKAY, HOLD THE FUCK UP.

THIS IS WHAT THE MEDIA DOES TO POSTS AND SUCH.

YOU PEOPLE ARE LAUGHING AT THIS MAN. WHY. BECAUSE HE WAS BROUGHT TO TEARS? I’M SURE IF THIS MAN WAS GAY, YOU’D BE ALL OVER IT.

YOU’RE NOT GETTING THE WHOLE STORY.

THIS MAN ASKED HIS FOLLOWERS ON SOCIAL MEDIA A QUESTION WHEN HE SAW THAT HE HAD QUITE A LOT OF LGBT FOLLOWERS. HE SAID, “IF YOU COULD CHOOSE WHETHER TO BE GAY OR STRAIGHT, WHICH WOULD YOU CHOOSE?”

AND THE RESPONSES MOVED HIM. THEY FUCKING MOVED HIM. THAT’S WHY HIS CRYING. I’M SORRY, BUT IF YOU PEOPLE ARE GOING TO SHIT ON HIM WITHOUT GETTING THE WHOLE STORY, I CAN’T TALK TO YOU.

HIS QUOTES ARE LITERALLY:

"Sorry, guys… It’s just… It’s sad."

"So, don’t take my word for any of this. Listen to them."

"And if you think being Gay is a choice, and you want to hide behind the Bible, show me the verse where God says being gay is a choice."

HERE IS THE ARTICLE

AND HERE IS THE VIDEO

I, AS A LESBIAN, AM FUCKING DISAPPOINTED IN YOU PEOPLE WHO ARE GIVING HIM SHIT.

IN THE VIDEO,

HE FUCKING SAYS “This video is about a kid who came out to his parents, and their… Their response was horrific.”

THIS MAN IS SOMEONE WHO CARES

AND THIS MAN IS SOMEONE YOU’RE HATING ON .

-

GET THE WHOLE FUCKING STORY BEFORE YOU DECIDE WHO YOU INSULT. AND, MOST OF ALL, JUST KEEP YOUR SHIT TO YOURSELF UNLESS YOU’RE 100% SURE YOU WANT TO SAY IT. 

/// rant over. 

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xindemnis:

i have a metric shit ton of homework due tomorrow but i need to go to sleep soon and i’ve only done half of it

i’m bout to start panicking bc it’s 8 and i need to be asleep by 9:30 and it takes me at least an hour to get to sleep

but what do i do this is a legitimate problem sigh

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In a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they’ll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muses reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.

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skippercifer:

its-sixteen-miles:

It’s time to try defying gravity-

               -Like a shooting star, I can go the distance-  

   -Kiss me goodbye I’m defying gravity- 

               -I will search the world, I will face its harms- 

    -I’m Flying high, I’m defying gravity-

                -I don’t care how far, I can go the distance-

    -And you won’t bring me down! And you won’t bring me down-

                                                                                 -‘Til I find my hero’s welcome right where I-

                                -And you won’t bring me…  

I forgot I had saved this- WoW what a good.

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save,

i have a metric shit ton of homework due tomorrow but i need to go to sleep soon and i’ve only done half of it

i’m bout to start panicking bc it’s 8 and i need to be asleep by 9:30 and it takes me at least an hour to get to sleep

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step 1: be straight

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failed step 1

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"I take great care of myself by carefully shutting myself away."

— Vincent Van Gogh, a letter to his brother, Theo.  (via christywilde)
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DTB