wouldnt it be fucking scary if you had a clock that counted down until the moment you die. like what if it could be altered too like one day it says 70 years left but then you do something and it says 10 minutes left and youre like what the fuck i fucked up i fucked up i fucked up
what if you got on a plane and then as soon as it took off everybodys clock changed to 20 minutes
PETITION TO MAKE THIS INTO A MOVIE
GET A KICKSTARTER STARTED!
The US activist-journalist faces 100 years in prison for posting hyperlink to site containing hacked material in chat room
Post a hyperlink - Possibly go to jail for 100 years
Kill an African American kid - Get off free.
My husband’s psychology research and dissertation is on the phenomenology of slash fiction. It will be looked at through a queer and feminist perspective. He is looking for people (18 and over) who enjoy slash who might be interested in being interviewed (completely anonymously) via skype (voice only). The interviews will be 10 minutes long and everyone who participates will receive a copy of the report upon completion. He’s very friendly, and I’m sure it will be a lot of fun.
I could be interested in this.
Broadway + revolutionaries
I’ll just remind you all that this is legitimate dialogue from the show.
Orlando: I myself am often surprised at life’s little quirks. You see, what I told you before about saying “please” was true. It intrigued Trollando, as did my descriptions of your beauty. Finally, Trollando decided something. He said, “All right, Orlando, I’ve never had a ghost writer. You can try it for tonight. I’ll most likely kill you in the morning.” Three years he said that. “Good night, Orlando. Good work. Sleep well. I’ll most likely kill you in the morning.” It was a fine time for me. I was learning to fangirl, squee, anything anyone would teach me. And Trollando and I eventually became friends. And then it happened.
Orlando’s Wife: What? Go on.
Orlando: Well, Trollando had grown so infamous, he wanted to retire. So he took me to his cabin and told me his secret. “I am not the Dread Fangirl Trollando,” he said. “My name is Mos Def. I inherited this blog from the previous Dread Fangirl Trollando, just as you will inherit it from me. The man I inherited it from was not the real Dread Fangirl Trollando, either. His name was Jeff Goldblum. The real Trollando has been retired fifteen years and living like a king in Fan-tasia.” Then he explained the name was the important thing for inspiring the necessary fear. You see, no one would surrender to the Dread Fangirl Orlando.
Is everything clear to you?
I just made the most inhuman noise
WHEN IT REALIZES THE PERSON IS STILL THERE AND GOES BACK TO BEING ‘DEAD’oh my god