trickymaniac

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whoreisawhoreisawinchester:

iguanamouth:

i think its funny how there are some actors who played a role for so long that its almost impossible for me to see them as anything else

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and then there are some actors who’ve done so many roles i dont even see them as actors anymore it’s just them as themselves in another movie

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and then there are actors who you’re not quite sure what they really look like

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#johnny depp the best cosplayer

trickymaniac

xweetox:

If you refuse to raise a male child in the future, you are the problem.

If you say “die cis scum” instead of making an effort for actual equality, you are the problem.

If you refuse to listen to a doctor, someone who has years of medical training, about your health situation because they are ‘fat shaming’ you, you are the problem.

If you choose to disrespect someone else due to the bullshit excuse of ‘privilege’, you are the problem.

trickymaniac
dunebat:

coldswarkids:

edwardspoonhands:

thelegendofkungjew:

doxian:

d-dinosaur:

rknjl:

newvagabond:

NO “TELEPHONES”. TALK TO EACH OTHER. FACE TO FACE ONLY. WRITE A LETTER. SEND A TELEGRAM TO YOUR MOM. PRETEND IT’S 1860. LIVE.

NO ‘WRITING’… TALK TO EACH OTHER. THROW A ROCK AT YOUR MOM. PRETEND IT’S 10,000 BCE.  LIVE.

URGGA. ROU GRAAURH. RUH.
<SMACKS HANDS ON WALL WITH PAINT.>

NO ‘HIGHER BRAIN FUNCTIONS’ …USE YOUR REPTILIAN BRAIN
EAT YOUR MOM’S CORPSE SHE DIED TO PROVIDE YOU WITH SUSTENANCE
PRETEND YOU HAVE JUST AROSE FROM THE SEA
SURVIVE

NO “MULTICELLULAR TRAITS”….. USE YOUR SYMBIOTIC MITOCHONDRIA
REPRODUCE ASEXUALLY, YOU’RE YOUR OWN PARENT
PRETEND IT’S 2BYA
EVOLVE

NO “LIFE.” USE FUNDAMENTAL PHYSICAL FORCES TO FORM SPHERICAL OBJECTS REVOLVING AROUND ONE ANOTHER IN SPACE. 
FUSE HYDROGEN INTO HELIUM USING GRAVITATIONAL PRESSURE TO PRODUCE HEAT AND LIGHT. 
PRETEND IT’S 4.5BYA.
STABILIZE INTO EQUILIBRIA

NO “MATTER”.  EXIST IN THE VOID WITHOUT PURPOSE OR MEANING.
THERE IS NO “YOU”, ONLY THE VAST CONCEPT OF NOTHING.
TIME DOES NOT EXIST.
BE.

Wow.

dunebat:

coldswarkids:

edwardspoonhands:

thelegendofkungjew:

doxian:

d-dinosaur:

rknjl:

newvagabond:

NO “TELEPHONES”. TALK TO EACH OTHER. FACE TO FACE ONLY. WRITE A LETTER. SEND A TELEGRAM TO YOUR MOM. PRETEND IT’S 1860. LIVE.

NO ‘WRITING’… TALK TO EACH OTHER. THROW A ROCK AT YOUR MOM. PRETEND IT’S 10,000 BCE.  LIVE.

URGGA. ROU GRAAURH. RUH.

<SMACKS HANDS ON WALL WITH PAINT.>

NO ‘HIGHER BRAIN FUNCTIONS’ …USE YOUR REPTILIAN BRAIN

EAT YOUR MOM’S CORPSE SHE DIED TO PROVIDE YOU WITH SUSTENANCE

PRETEND YOU HAVE JUST AROSE FROM THE SEA

SURVIVE

NO “MULTICELLULAR TRAITS”….. USE YOUR SYMBIOTIC MITOCHONDRIA

REPRODUCE ASEXUALLY, YOU’RE YOUR OWN PARENT

PRETEND IT’S 2BYA

EVOLVE

NO “LIFE.” USE FUNDAMENTAL PHYSICAL FORCES TO FORM SPHERICAL OBJECTS REVOLVING AROUND ONE ANOTHER IN SPACE. 

FUSE HYDROGEN INTO HELIUM USING GRAVITATIONAL PRESSURE TO PRODUCE HEAT AND LIGHT. 

PRETEND IT’S 4.5BYA.

STABILIZE INTO EQUILIBRIA

NO “MATTER”.  EXIST IN THE VOID WITHOUT PURPOSE OR MEANING.

THERE IS NO “YOU”, ONLY THE VAST CONCEPT OF NOTHING.

TIME DOES NOT EXIST.

BE.

Wow.

nervousotter
pineapplegirl123:

mattfuckingespinosa:

matthewszayumbae:

hayesbae:

magconboyzx:

xxarcane:

youremybrandnewday:

sp0tlessmiind:

tiptreecrossing:


livingmywayeveryday:

vickified:


“If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?”

lol yes, so then i can shave.

     One minute, 37 seconds.     My legs are shaking. Holy cow, there is no way I can do this. None.     One minute, 29 secods.     I glance around at the faces surrounding the room. Of course my Meeting would take place in the gross, overcrowded cafeteria.     One minute, six seconds.     Somewhere within these four walls, someone has the exact same countdown on their wrist. They’re going through the exact same pressure as me.      54 seconds.     Mom said I should be excited, not nervous. Yet I still find myself wiping my sweaty palms on my dress. I can’t believe she talked me into wearing a dress. I mean, shouldn’t  my Soul Mate meet me as I normally am? All plain jeans, blah shirts, and wild brown curls?     30 seconds.     Something deep within me tells me to stand up. I do, drawing the attention of my tablemates. They all know too. They smile encouragingly up at me. I chew my lip nervously.     25 seconds.     That same feeling pulls me towards the center of the room. My stomach drops away from me as I take a step in that direction.     20 seconds.     I continue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up.     19. Faster.     18. Quicker.     17. More rapid.     16.  It’s racing.     Oh my god this is it. The moment my life changes forever.     My eyes search frantically around the cafeteria, searching for someone who looks as nervous as me. For someone who’s heading towards their future with no sense of direction like me.     10 seconds.     The feeling directs me slightly to the left. I turn to accomodate.     5. My heart has given up entirely.     4. I stop walking.     3. Just waiting left.     2. Everything is about to change.     1. Deep breath.
     0000 d 00 h  00 m  00 s
     Someone bumps my shoulder. I twirl around and my gray eyes meet blue, blue ones.     “Hello there, love. It appears as though we’re Soul Mates then, eh?”     As my words fail me, the only thing I can think is “I’m so glad I shaved this morning.”

“Thats weird…” I checked my wrist, the clock had just hit the 30 second mark but I looked around and there was no one there. I was a worrisome guy overall but I felt justified, I mean today was the day I was meeting my soul mate. Not that I expected my dream girl to be in the storage closet at work but still I was nervous. 
Walking out with a box the boss had requested I walked back to my cash register setting it on the shelf. My wrist hit the 20 second mark
19 seconds
18 seconds
Where was she? I could not help but get worried that an error would pop up or that she was gone and my timer would run out with no response. I panicked, I’d change my own fate if I had to. Running out of time I hurried through the back door. There was a park outside and maybe I was supposed to be there to find my soul mate. 
10 seconds
9 seconds
A faint ding of the doorbell hit my ear. Wait was that it?? She was here! I turned around running back to the counter. “Don’t worry I’m just in the back!”
I ran out looking at my wrist as it hit zero. Out of breath “Hi I’m Matt!” Sticking out my hand for a handshake it was met by a firm hand. Meeting my soulmate’s eyes for the first time they spoke. 
“I’m Steven.” The man gave a smile “It’s nice to meet you.” 

 I watch my friend carefully. Her excitement is glowing all over her pretty face. Exactly 2 minutes left, she tells me. We’re waiting at the bus stop and the bus is coming in two minutes. I think she hoped she’d meet them on a beach at sunset or something. ”I mean that’s ok - these things can’t always be romantic I mean my mum met dad when he was working at the book store and it’s not like you can plan it to be romantic I just hoped, I mean everyone hopes don’t they-” she breaks off, looking at me awkwardly. “Sorry. It’s just a big day for me you know.” Yes I do know. You’ve been going on about it for the past year. I smile at her. ”Don’t worry. You nervous? You’ll be ok, you always are,” I grin, determined not to ruin this for her. It’s selfish of me to be moody. This is her future being determined. Right here. In now, precisely 1 minute 30 seconds. She smiles at me, but it isn’t quite reaching her eyes. She’s restless and keeps tapping her foot. Her eyes are wide with.. fear? Excitement? Nerves? Probably all of them and a thousand more things I can’t imagine. She keeps checking her wrist. So do I. The bus comes around the corner. 1 minute 10 seconds. ”Hey. I’ll leave you alone now ok? The bus is here. I’ll sit a couple of seats away, and be there if you need me,” I say, squeezing her arm reassuringly. “Good luck.” I hope it sounded sincere. The bus pulls up and I climb on first, taking a quick glance at her while I give the driver my ticket. She’s shaking and looks a little green. I want to give her a hug but know I shouldn’t interrupt now. I look at the passengers and it’s full of pensioners. My heart starts beating frantically. What? I can’t see anyone else at the bus stop. But she’s only 18, she can’t end up with a 80 year old.  I turn around and look at her - she’s breathing hard. The bus driver asks if she’s ok but she ignores him. Her eyebrows are creased and her face is flushed. Oh. Oh no. Stay calm. Someone is probably late. I give her a thumbs up and try to smile reassuringly. I think it’s more of a grimace. I take a seat near the back. Look at my watch. 25 seconds. She sits down a few seats away.
 Suddenly a dark shape runs past my window and a boy jumps on the bus. He has that same frantic look in his eyes. I breathe out with relief. ”Yeah get on, we’re running late,” the driver says, taking his ticket. The boy looks around, carefully stepping towards the seats. He’s tall and handsome, holding a sketchbook. I smile slightly; my friend hates art. 4 seconds He spots her. 3 seconds His eyes widen as he walks closer, as if being pulled by an invisible rope. 2 seconds My friend stands up too, that same rope tying her to him. 1 second - ”I was worried the bus would leave. No way could I miss meeting my soul mate!” he jokes, though he looks just as nervous as she. They smile at each other as they both sit down together. I can’t hear what they’re talking about.
 I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Suddenly I’m crying. Hot tears dropping down my cheeks.
 I look at my wrist, scratching at it. Trying to get rid of it. 
 The numbers have never changed.
 They’ve always been at 0.

Oh my god that last one…. My heart… The feels….

AGH ALL OF YOU WRITE A BOOK THIS VERY INSTANT. PLEASE.

this is beautiful and everyone needs to read it

I tapped furiously at the timer on my left wrist. I didn’t choses for it to be like this, if I could pick I wouldn’t have one at all.
it seems wrong to know when I will meet her, I feel as if it should be a surprise, not something perfectly planned out since the day I was born.
I quickly rolled down my bracelets making sure to cover the timer, I didn’t like people knowing, maybe in some twisted way I thought they could manipulate me.
Today I was particularly upset by this system.
0000d 2hrs 27m 5s.
"Matt come on we have to head down to the venue now." I looked up at Nash standing at the doorway. He didn’t know. No one knew that today was the day I was going to meet my "soulmate" for the first time. No one but me.
I sighed and lazily sat up from my seat and headed out toward the elevator, grabbing my phone and room key on the way out.
We stood in silence back stage, waiting for all the boys before going out for the meet and greet.
Once we were all ready to begin the announcer began calling us up on stage on by one. we stood in our order, hearing the girls scream as each boy was called up.
"Matthew Espinosa!" my name was called and I ran up the stairs and onto the main stage. Cheers erupted from the crown and I looked around in awe at the amount of people here.
I stood in the back watching the rest of the boys called up and smiled to myself, I’m really lucky to be where I am.
For the next two hours we pretty much just jumped around acting like mental cases and meet a lot of fans.
I couldn’t help but glance at the timers on the wrists of each girl I meet, wondering if maybe they were the one but each time I did they didn’t match the one I hade hidden.
By this time the show was over and everyone had left.
0000d 00h  01m 34s
I walked across the stage, sitting at the edge and dangled my legs over the front staring out into the empty arena.
0000d 00h 00m 28s
There’s less then 30s left before I meet my soulmate and here I am, sitting on the edge of a stage, alone.
10 seconds.
I hear foot steps running down the hall and the faint sound of a girl talking.
8 seconds.
" I think I dropped my phone back here.." The girl said, her voice now louder then before.
5 seconds.
My palms begin to sweat and I feel my heart rate pick up.
3..
2..
1..
The door at the end of the room flew opened to reveal the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.
Her eyes quickly meet mine and she glanced down at the timer on her wrist and began to blush furiously. I smiled
" So do you need any help finding you phone? "
 

I love and hate you all okay

My feels holy shit

I twirled my legs in the cool chlorine water. I looked up, my eyes flickering in the direction of my best friend. She paced around the deck side, still in the same spot I left her. She looked down at her wrist a lot and I saw her chest move quicker as she watched the numbers count down. Her feet took a hold of her fate leading her right into a tall handsome guy. She fell aimlessly into his arms; it’s like I was watching a romantic movie unfold in front of me.My eyes peeled away to look at my reflection in the crystal water. Suddenly I felt a tap to my clothed shoulder.I hadn’t turned around as the person began talking. “You’re by the pool and still wearing that hoodie.” She gave a fake laugh. “I wonder what you’re hiding” I looked back just in time to see the thin half naked girl act as though she was sawing at her arms. I rolled my eyes but kept an eye on the silver plate at her wrist. It read 3 months 6 days 2 hours 34 minutes and 34 second… 33… 32. I forced my eyes away as the girl and her friends laughed tauntingly and strutted away.I looked around to see anyone giving me a look. My looks caught no ones attention so I quickly pulled my sleeve up to reveal my own silver plate. My fingers out lined the five letter word that taunted my whole existence, Error.

The time was coming, it was so close. Only 10 minutes left until I met my soul mate and here I was, alone in my apartment. I had nothing to do, nowhere to be and I was starting to lose hope. I doubted it would even give me a number when I put the timer on. I’m going to experience the heartbreak. I’m not going to have anyone to spend my life with. I’ll be lonely and miserable for the rest of my life.
I looked down at my wrist, like it mattered that the number was getting closer to 0. The odds of me meeting my soul mate were slim. I was just waiting for it to faze out an say “Error” or something like that. It was always my luck anyway.
It was 4 minutes now. I was nervous. Why am I nervous? Nothing’s going to happen. Maybe I’m so nervous because I know that nothing’s going to happen when it finally hits 0.
I flopped on my couch lazily, not even bothering to check the number again. It was hopeless. I hadn’t even bothered to get dressed this morning. I was still in a big T-shirt and sleep shorts, my hair a complete mess. What was the point, right?
I picked up my cell phone and dialed my best friends number. She had already found her soul mate and they were planning to get married in a month. I was happy for her, but, in all honesty, it only made me feel like I would never find “The One”.
"Hey! What’s your timer at? Is it time?" She didn’t even bother with the "Hello", she knew why I was calling.
"Emma, I don’t know about this…" I trailed off. "I haven’t looked at it for a while. I don’t think anyone is going to come."
"So you’ve just given up?"
"Pretty much." I sighed, sadly.
"You can’t just give up!"
I opened my mouth to reply when I heard a knock at the door. “Hold on, someone’s at my door.”
I put down the phone and walked over to the door, pulling it open to find a tall, handsome man with striking blue eyes and dark brown hair in a brown uniform holding a package.
"Hi, I need you to sign for this, please." he smiled at me.
"Uh, I didn’t order anything. You must have the wrong address." I pointed out.
He looked down at the clipboard he was holding and then back at me, “Oh, it appears you’re right. My bad. Sorry to bother you.” he smiled again. He was pretty handsome.
Oh gosh. I quickly looked down at my timer.
0.
I looked back up at him and his big blue eyes went wide. He looked down at his timer as well and then he gave me a nervous smile.
I guess I was wrong after all.

pineapplegirl123:

mattfuckingespinosa:

matthewszayumbae:

hayesbae:

magconboyzx:

xxarcane:

youremybrandnewday:

sp0tlessmiind:

tiptreecrossing:

livingmywayeveryday:

vickified:

If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?

lol yes, so then i can shave.

     One minute, 37 seconds.
     My legs are shaking. Holy cow, there is no way I can do this. None.
     One minute, 29 secods.
     I glance around at the faces surrounding the room. Of course my Meeting would take place in the gross, overcrowded cafeteria.
     One minute, six seconds.
     Somewhere within these four walls, someone has the exact same countdown on their wrist. They’re going through the exact same pressure as me.
      54 seconds.
     Mom said I should be excited, not nervous. Yet I still find myself wiping my sweaty palms on my dress. I can’t believe she talked me into wearing a dress. I mean, shouldn’t  my Soul Mate meet me as I normally am? All plain jeans, blah shirts, and wild brown curls?
     30 seconds.
     Something deep within me tells me to stand up. I do, drawing the attention of my tablemates. They all know too. They smile encouragingly up at me. I chew my lip nervously.
     25 seconds.
     That same feeling pulls me towards the center of the room. My stomach drops away from me as I take a step in that direction.
     20 seconds.
     I continue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up.
     19. Faster.
     18. Quicker.
     17. More rapid.
     16.  It’s racing.
     Oh my god this is it. The moment my life changes forever.
     My eyes search frantically around the cafeteria, searching for someone who looks as nervous as me. For someone who’s heading towards their future with no sense of direction like me.
     10 seconds.
     The feeling directs me slightly to the left. I turn to accomodate.
     5. My heart has given up entirely.
     4. I stop walking.
     3. Just waiting left.
     2. Everything is about to change.
     1. Deep breath.

     0000 d 00 h  00 m  00 s

     Someone bumps my shoulder. I twirl around and my gray eyes meet blue, blue ones.
     “Hello there, love. It appears as though we’re Soul Mates then, eh?”
     As my words fail me, the only thing I can think is “I’m so glad I shaved this morning.”

“Thats weird…” I checked my wrist, the clock had just hit the 30 second mark but I looked around and there was no one there. I was a worrisome guy overall but I felt justified, I mean today was the day I was meeting my soul mate. Not that I expected my dream girl to be in the storage closet at work but still I was nervous. 

Walking out with a box the boss had requested I walked back to my cash register setting it on the shelf. My wrist hit the 20 second mark

19 seconds

18 seconds

Where was she? I could not help but get worried that an error would pop up or that she was gone and my timer would run out with no response. I panicked, I’d change my own fate if I had to. Running out of time I hurried through the back door. There was a park outside and maybe I was supposed to be there to find my soul mate. 

10 seconds

9 seconds

A faint ding of the doorbell hit my ear. Wait was that it?? She was here! I turned around running back to the counter. “Don’t worry I’m just in the back!”

I ran out looking at my wrist as it hit zero. Out of breath “Hi I’m Matt!” Sticking out my hand for a handshake it was met by a firm hand. Meeting my soulmate’s eyes for the first time they spoke. 

“I’m Steven.” The man gave a smile “It’s nice to meet you.” 

 I watch my friend carefully. Her excitement is glowing all over her pretty face. Exactly 2 minutes left, she tells me. We’re waiting at the bus stop and the bus is coming in two minutes. I think she hoped she’d meet them on a beach at sunset or something.
 ”I mean that’s ok - these things can’t always be romantic I mean my mum met dad when he was working at the book store and it’s not like you can plan it to be romantic I just hoped, I mean everyone hopes don’t they-” she breaks off, looking at me awkwardly. “Sorry. It’s just a big day for me you know.” Yes I do know. You’ve been going on about it for the past year. I smile at her.
 ”Don’t worry. You nervous? You’ll be ok, you always are,” I grin, determined not to ruin this for her. It’s selfish of me to be moody. This is her future being determined. Right here. In now, precisely 1 minute 30 seconds.
 She smiles at me, but it isn’t quite reaching her eyes. She’s restless and keeps tapping her foot. Her eyes are wide with.. fear? Excitement? Nerves? Probably all of them and a thousand more things I can’t imagine. She keeps checking her wrist. So do I. The bus comes around the corner. 1 minute 10 seconds.
 ”Hey. I’ll leave you alone now ok? The bus is here. I’ll sit a couple of seats away, and be there if you need me,” I say, squeezing her arm reassuringly. “Good luck.” I hope it sounded sincere.

 The bus pulls up and I climb on first, taking a quick glance at her while I give the driver my ticket. She’s shaking and looks a little green. I want to give her a hug but know I shouldn’t interrupt now. I look at the passengers and it’s full of pensioners. My heart starts beating frantically. What? I can’t see anyone else at the bus stop. But she’s only 18, she can’t end up with a 80 year old. 
 I turn around and look at her - she’s breathing hard. The bus driver asks if she’s ok but she ignores him. Her eyebrows are creased and her face is flushed. Oh. Oh no. Stay calm. Someone is probably late. I give her a thumbs up and try to smile reassuringly. I think it’s more of a grimace.

 I take a seat near the back. Look at my watch. 25 seconds. She sits down a few seats away.

 Suddenly a dark shape runs past my window and a boy jumps on the bus. He has that same frantic look in his eyes. I breathe out with relief.
 ”Yeah get on, we’re running late,” the driver says, taking his ticket. The boy looks around, carefully stepping towards the seats. He’s tall and handsome, holding a sketchbook. I smile slightly; my friend hates art.
 4 seconds
 He spots her.
 3 seconds
 His eyes widen as he walks closer, as if being pulled by an invisible rope.
 2 seconds
 My friend stands up too, that same rope tying her to him.
 1 second -
 ”I was worried the bus would leave. No way could I miss meeting my soul mate!” he jokes, though he looks just as nervous as she. They smile at each other as they both sit down together. I can’t hear what they’re talking about.

 I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Suddenly I’m crying. Hot tears dropping down my cheeks.

 I look at my wrist, scratching at it. Trying to get rid of it. 

 The numbers have never changed.

 They’ve always been at 0.

Oh my god that last one…. My heart… The feels….

AGH ALL OF YOU WRITE A BOOK THIS VERY INSTANT. PLEASE.

this is beautiful and everyone needs to read it

I tapped furiously at the timer on my left wrist. I didn’t choses for it to be like this, if I could pick I wouldn’t have one at all.

it seems wrong to know when I will meet her, I feel as if it should be a surprise, not something perfectly planned out since the day I was born.

I quickly rolled down my bracelets making sure to cover the timer, I didn’t like people knowing, maybe in some twisted way I thought they could manipulate me.

Today I was particularly upset by this system.

0000d 2hrs 27m 5s.

"Matt come on we have to head down to the venue now." I looked up at Nash standing at the doorway. He didn’t know. No one knew that today was the day I was going to meet my "soulmate" for the first time. No one but me.

I sighed and lazily sat up from my seat and headed out toward the elevator, grabbing my phone and room key on the way out.

We stood in silence back stage, waiting for all the boys before going out for the meet and greet.

Once we were all ready to begin the announcer began calling us up on stage on by one. we stood in our order, hearing the girls scream as each boy was called up.

"Matthew Espinosa!" my name was called and I ran up the stairs and onto the main stage. Cheers erupted from the crown and I looked around in awe at the amount of people here.

I stood in the back watching the rest of the boys called up and smiled to myself, I’m really lucky to be where I am.

For the next two hours we pretty much just jumped around acting like mental cases and meet a lot of fans.

I couldn’t help but glance at the timers on the wrists of each girl I meet, wondering if maybe they were the one but each time I did they didn’t match the one I hade hidden.

By this time the show was over and everyone had left.

0000d 00h  01m 34s

I walked across the stage, sitting at the edge and dangled my legs over the front staring out into the empty arena.

0000d 00h 00m 28s

There’s less then 30s left before I meet my soulmate and here I am, sitting on the edge of a stage, alone.

10 seconds.

I hear foot steps running down the hall and the faint sound of a girl talking.

8 seconds.

" I think I dropped my phone back here.." The girl said, her voice now louder then before.

5 seconds.

My palms begin to sweat and I feel my heart rate pick up.

3..

2..

1..

The door at the end of the room flew opened to reveal the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.

Her eyes quickly meet mine and she glanced down at the timer on her wrist and began to blush furiously. I smiled

" So do you need any help finding you phone? "

 

I love and hate you all okay

My feels holy shit

I twirled my legs in the cool chlorine water. I looked up, my eyes flickering in the direction of my best friend. She paced around the deck side, still in the same spot I left her. She looked down at her wrist a lot and I saw her chest move quicker as she watched the numbers count down. Her feet took a hold of her fate leading her right into a tall handsome guy. She fell aimlessly into his arms; it’s like I was watching a romantic movie unfold in front of me.
My eyes peeled away to look at my reflection in the crystal water. Suddenly I felt a tap to my clothed shoulder.
I hadn’t turned around as the person began talking. “You’re by the pool and still wearing that hoodie.” She gave a fake laugh. “I wonder what you’re hiding” I looked back just in time to see the thin half naked girl act as though she was sawing at her arms. I rolled my eyes but kept an eye on the silver plate at her wrist. It read 3 months 6 days 2 hours 34 minutes and 34 second… 33… 32. I forced my eyes away as the girl and her friends laughed tauntingly and strutted away.
I looked around to see anyone giving me a look. My looks caught no ones attention so I quickly pulled my sleeve up to reveal my own silver plate. My fingers out lined the five letter word that taunted my whole existence, Error.

The time was coming, it was so close. Only 10 minutes left until I met my soul mate and here I was, alone in my apartment. I had nothing to do, nowhere to be and I was starting to lose hope. I doubted it would even give me a number when I put the timer on. I’m going to experience the heartbreak. I’m not going to have anyone to spend my life with. I’ll be lonely and miserable for the rest of my life.

I looked down at my wrist, like it mattered that the number was getting closer to 0. The odds of me meeting my soul mate were slim. I was just waiting for it to faze out an say “Error” or something like that. It was always my luck anyway.

It was 4 minutes now. I was nervous. Why am I nervous? Nothing’s going to happen. Maybe I’m so nervous because I know that nothing’s going to happen when it finally hits 0.

I flopped on my couch lazily, not even bothering to check the number again. It was hopeless. I hadn’t even bothered to get dressed this morning. I was still in a big T-shirt and sleep shorts, my hair a complete mess. What was the point, right?

I picked up my cell phone and dialed my best friends number. She had already found her soul mate and they were planning to get married in a month. I was happy for her, but, in all honesty, it only made me feel like I would never find “The One”.

"Hey! What’s your timer at? Is it time?" She didn’t even bother with the "Hello", she knew why I was calling.

"Emma, I don’t know about this…" I trailed off. "I haven’t looked at it for a while. I don’t think anyone is going to come."

"So you’ve just given up?"

"Pretty much." I sighed, sadly.

"You can’t just give up!"

I opened my mouth to reply when I heard a knock at the door. “Hold on, someone’s at my door.”

I put down the phone and walked over to the door, pulling it open to find a tall, handsome man with striking blue eyes and dark brown hair in a brown uniform holding a package.

"Hi, I need you to sign for this, please." he smiled at me.

"Uh, I didn’t order anything. You must have the wrong address." I pointed out.

He looked down at the clipboard he was holding and then back at me, “Oh, it appears you’re right. My bad. Sorry to bother you.” he smiled again. He was pretty handsome.

Oh gosh. I quickly looked down at my timer.

0.

I looked back up at him and his big blue eyes went wide. He looked down at his timer as well and then he gave me a nervous smile.

I guess I was wrong after all.

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They’re selling homestuck shirts at hot topic, brace yourselves a storm is coming kiddos.

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There’s your proof, that was on my IG dash.

WHEN THE FUCK DO I GET THIS

the end is nigh

[[ Casually points out the whitewashing in hot topic’s version of the design

Original:

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Not cool, hot topic. not cool. ]]

[ ARE YOU FFUCK ING KIDDING ME ]