i’m having an existential crisis
I am so sorry, but this is actually probably true. Plants co evolved to reward us for cultivating and propagating them. It’s called exorphin theory, and plants are pretty much just using us as their means of reproduction. That’s why humans show nearly every sign of species domestication. Have a good night, friend.
so is deforestization like breaking out of the matrix or
if you see those before and after puberty things and get bothered because you still think you look pretty gross, remember that some pokemon have two evolutions and some have three
this is the most inspirational thing i’ve heard all week
I originally planned for all the other incarnations to be flying around in their respective versions of the TARDIS (or at least 10 and the war doctor) but then I don’t know, the idea of the Doctor and Clara running in to Harry and Ron during that part in TDoTD came to mind and I couldn’t help myself.
I feel like Clara would just be kind of speechless because suddenly she’s finding out that Harry and Ron are apparently not fictional.
Harry, still being a wizarding noob at this stage, wouldn’t actually realise that a man semi-falling out of a flying police box isn’t a normal thing to see in the wizarding world (which is easy to understand seeing as it isn’t exactly uncommon for wizards to have unorthodox flying vehicles and bigger interiors vs exteriors) and would be all excited and stuff.
Ron is the complete opposite of Harry as he knows this isn’t normal and is general scared by the fact this random guy seems so calm when he’s dangling upside down and from this high in the air.
And finally, The Doctor is just his normal, happy-go-lucky self, completely not bothered by the entire situation and just thinking “good old J.K.”
THIS IS THE BEST CROSSOVER IN THE HISTORY OF FOREVER
“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.
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?
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.
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.
I continue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up.
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.
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.”
WHAT IF FOUR PEOPLE ALL BUMPED INTO EACH OTHER AT THE SAME TIME AND HAD TO FIGURE OUT WHAT THE RIGHT PAIRINGS WERE
I’m just saying, I had a perfect evil plot twist for this.
The time is counting down, down, down. I grow excited, knowing there’s only seconds left. My breath catches in my throat; I’m going to meet her at long last. As the clock runs to zero, everything around me disappears and I lose all awareness of my surroundings. Suddenly I turn to look behind me. But there’s no soft brown, reader’s eyes looking back at me, no tumble of long, curly brown hair, no ready smile twisted in a joking smirk. It was a countdown after all, but it isn’t what I thought at all.
The bus is on me and it’s too late to run.
The beeping was what I remembered first. It was dark and I was cold, and my body felt limp with drugs and lack of use. It felt hard to breath, tiring even. I try to move and feel nothing but pain, and my attempt at yelling for someone comes out as nothing more than a gasp. The beeping increases. That damn beeping. But something else stirs, something to my side. Taking a few breaths, I attempt to open my eyes. The lights are blinding and my sight is blurry, but I blink it away.
And there she is. Hands fumbling, eyes glistening, face flushed red. There’s a marker in her hands, the same color as the doodled turtles and stick figures on my cast, the cast that ends abruptly at my knee. Her shaking hand tucks her messy hair behind her ear.
She smiles awkwardly. “I, uhh…I guess it was a pretty bad day to take the bus.”
Wild Night Furies
How much work would it take to have this photo accepted as proof of some sort of crypto-zoological discovery…? :->
You’ll never find another love like my love.
(Been meaning to make Spirited Away art for ages because I absolutely adore this film. I’ll be debuting this as a 12x18 print at Sakuracon this weekend!)
Yet another one of those true stories that didn’t need embellishment to have a punchline.