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I'm posting Homestuck, Hetalia, Supernatural, Doctor Who and maaaaaaaany other fandoms and random stuff I think is funny or important

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vegraptor:

So there’s Marquise Spinneret Mindfang, right
The only name that seems kinda out of place there is Marquise
Well a marquise is the widow of a marquis, and a marquis is  a nobleman ranking next below a duke and above an earl or count.
Who was Mindfang in a black relationship with before she died? A Nobleman.

MINDFANG IS LITERALLY A BLACK WIDOW
HUSSIE IS BRILLIANT AT NAMING CHARACTERS

askthepiratequeen:


How is one allowed to 8e raised 8y a dragon in this era? Let alone one of such middling 8lood, the sickly hue of a gutless civil servant. Those of her caste are typically pleased to mount a sluggish choler8ear, or some 8rainless squawking spleenfowl during petty expeditions to plaster seizure…

lolzman87:

faggotsandcupcakes:

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

Countdown: many different short stories all about the same thing, the count down to your souls mate

70

It’s been 70 years since I got my bracelet.

Our teachers told us to be happy, that this bracelet was a gift, a window to our own souls and desires.

Others shamed it, called it witchcraft and for those to be torn off and burnt to a crisp.

Many of us wondered where they came from anyways. One company said it was theres, while others say it was a work of God.

Me? I don’t care who or what it was that gave it to us, I just wanted it gone.

Mine expired years ago.

All of my friends always held parties for their findings of theirs, and they kept asking me when mine was. I never told them it said 0.

I grew old, tired, angry.

Everyone got to live such happy lives with the one they truly loved, but where was mine?

They always seemed to find them on their 22nd birthday as if all of those things were set to the same dates. Every birthday that passed for me I was left with coupled friends and happy smiles.

All I could do was pray and wait.

I passed by a bridge every day during my walks. It was a grand bridge built many, many years before I was born, but I’ve never tread it, fearing of what I would do.

But today was different.

Today was my 71st birthday.

No one really bothered to come though, for everyone else was celebrating their anniversaries. They don’t want a sad old man to ruin that for them.

So I decided, today was the day.

I climbed the steps, tears flowing as my breath shortened from the steep hills and stairs. I almost wanted to stop and turn around, but I kept getting pushed forward by something.

I finally reached the top, and looked down over the murky green water. I saw a post where their used to be call boxes for a suicide hotline, but everyone figured that no one would need them with everyone being so perfectly paired. So this was it, no more turns, no last calls.

This day was my last.

I looked at my wrists, and tore off my bracelet in a fit of rage. The thought of it disgusted me.

I trampled the blasted machine underfoot and smashed it to tiny pieces.

It was a reliving experience, liek somehow I finally felt done with all of my hangups.

I was ready to fall.

As I took my last step, I felt something grab my wrist.

An old hag pulled me over and scolded me for being so recklesss. She thought I was senile.

She looked at my wrist, where a pale white mark was all that was left of my band.

"Won’t your other half miss you? They must be worried sick!" she yelled.

"Blast those damn things anyways! I don’t have another half of me. Mine was broken from the start!" I screamed back.

"Yeah? Well that didn’t stop me!" She yelled again.

"What do you mean?" I asked, now more confused than anything.

She showed me her wrist and said, “Mine was broken too, ever since I got it, it’s been counting up! Like I already found them!”

Then I saw her number, -49y 0D 0M 0S

(Source: illness-and-instruments, via thesketchymuffin)

tori-the-awesome:

tori-the-awesome:

         TORI-THE-AWESOME’S 654 FOLLOWER GIVEAWAY!! :D!!!

What you can win!

-Several Customized Kandi Bracelets! Limit of 6 and 2 Kandi necklaces!
-A Short Orange Wig + Any Wig Of Your Choice Under 20$ !
-If you’re a Homestuck fan I will make you a set of horns! (except Tavros!)
-A Homestuck Shirt,!
-A Makeup Palette! :D
-3 lipsticks of any color!
-An SNK Necklace!
-A Hand sewn Plushie!
-A flower crown made by yours truly! If you want specific flowers, do tell C:
-One Pair Of Eye Contacts!
+
ANYTHING YOU WANT OFF OF EBAY/AMAZON THAT IS UNDER 25$!


WooOO Rules!
-You Must Be following Me!
-You can start following me while the giveaway is going then win, but you must be following me even if you reblogged by the time it ends.
-Likes & Reblogs count! You may reblog more than once!
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-HAVE FUN GUYS!!!! :DDDD

-ALSO EDIT! THIS WILL END MAY 31ST!!!!-

!!!!!!EDIT IM MAKING THIS END JULY 31ST DUE TO PERSONAL ISSUES THAN YOU!!!!

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fefairi:

more process for this picture 

i’m hoping to have it done by tomorrow maybe ` w `;;

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godzillacat:

silohouettes:

This is actually disgusting. Forcing a child who doesn’t know any better to do something just because you believe in it. No child should be made to wear Crocs in public please stop this.

I was about to get angry

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before-time:

livindavidaloki:

wallsoffragility:

thefuuuucomics:

you:

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omfg

Reblogging because I did the thing.

lol omg I did it tooo

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are you fucking kidding me

girlwholovesdragons:

zanetheaiden:

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Heh, I play the cello, I’ll bet this is an interesting article.

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tru

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Jesus fucking christ dont get me started on moving the damn thing

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Pretty much…

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They cause die

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Yeah thats

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Me. Thats me.

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Motherfucker you wanna play

(x)

IT GOT BETTER

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ludmeister:

explosivekawaii:

when fandoms collide

youre fucking welcome

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132,973 plays

maid-of-space04:

kananniemammary:

turncoatrunaround:

homocity:

iatethelastofthecorn:

dachaubound:

so I accidentally made this and it is now my headcanon for the Mirthful Messiahs forever

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YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH I NEED THIS

PLEASE SOMEONE TELL ME HOW TO GET THIS AS AN MP3

PLS

Here’s a download link

ITS LIKE SKELTONS ARE DANCING IN Y BRAINS

this is NOT WHAT I WAS EXPECTING

but wow. yes please.

whats the song called?

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