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Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood,
Shingeki no Kyojin, Free!, Naruto, Assassin's Creed, you name it, I probably am a geek over it.














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.

Has anyone written a book about this yet? I think it’d be interesting!!!!!!

     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.”


i think youre gonna write the book i nominate you you have no choice go get writing now

(I’d like to play what would happen in the ultimate plot twist)

“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.

I always hated meeting new people. They’d always treat me different and say sorry when they’d glance at my wrist, curiosity getting the best of them. My wrist was blank, no days, hours, minutes, or seconds counting down. I wasn’t meant to find a true love. 

Perhaps I was at some point though; there were numbers when I was little. When I first learned to read, I remember the numbers scaring me; they were so big and the time to meet my soulmate was so far away. When I was seven, I felt a horrible pain in my heart and then my numbers were suddenly gone. I’d never heard of something like that happening before and I begged my mother to take me to the doctor. I recall crying for days when she explained to me that the person I was destined to meet had died.

I’m just a teenager now, but I’ve come to terms with my lonely future; that’s what was meant to be, right? I wonder sometimes who my soulmate was supposed to be. With something that’s so exciting for so many other people, I like to be wistful about it. I like to imagine that he would be quiet and shy like I was and when we met, we’d blossom into each other. But then I’m thrown back into reality with the knowledge that such a thing could never happen. 

Day in, day out, I’d live life in an infinite, lonely cycle. My job was across town, so every day, I had to take the bus. I greeted the driver by name; I would see him every day, so I might as well have gotten acquainted. There was a couple on the bus that stood out against the usual people who rode at this time. She was very pretty and, judging by the ink on his hands and the sketchbook he held, he was an artist. They had that look of excitement and joy that I’d seen countless times before; they were soul mates that had just met. I quickly looked away, I could already feel the jealousy seeping in. I walked towards the back of the bus, ready to take my usual seat near the back, but someone was already there. 

When she glanced up at me, I felt an ungodly pain ripping through my chest and into my wrist. I howled and shouted and I faintly heard someone screaming along with me. When the pain subsided, I lifted my hand to see my once blank meter flash and frantically change numbers again and again until it finally stopped on one second. It froze on that number and, even when several seconds passed, it did not move. I shakily lifted my head to meet the eyes of the girl in my usual seat, then glanced at my counter again to see it at zero. Realizing what had just transpired, but still completely confused by it, I looked at her and smiled. She smiled back at me, tears welling up in her eyes.

It seemed that destinies could be rewritten and that I wasn’t as lonely as I had thought.

With this post as inspiration. Here’s a little comic for you guys.

Blinding yourself with false hope of love will only hinder you further. Find the one who you truly need.

just thought my followers here should see this 

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WTNV Episode 48
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i apologize for many things






what the fuck is this bullshit



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This is not enough!!

but it will have to do—

Erwin Smith and Hanji Zoe Official Art

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shoutout to me for still not having my driver’s license

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a list of emotions i feel frequently

  • no
  • fall out boy
  • 4 am
  • lying face down on the floor
  • no shirt
  • what

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I’d quite like to play kingdom hearts 3 before I die of old age.


look at all these games i have to buy with the money i dont have

Kaoru Wada
Dearly Beloved
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stone cold princess

baby: dd d dde..dd-da
dad: daddy? :)
baby: desu
dad: its a fucking weeb