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I’ve been playing so many RPG-Maker games lately so I’m gonna make a little recommendation post for my own reference, and for anyone who’s interested.
- Flesh Child - It’s an exploration-based game in the very early stages of development so there’s only two areas accessible, but…
A Partial Dictionary Of The 21st Century
Tony/Steve, NC-17, 10,000 words
Steve is adapting well to the new millennium, and he has the dictionary to prove it.
I give it a 3.75 out of 5
Thought I’d do something besides supernatural for awhile.
This fic is disgustingly cute, as many stony fics go, but it was a good cute and just so perfect and beautiful. I prefer more heartbreak in my fics though.
“If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?”
omg yes
lol yes, so then i can shave.
Yes.
reblog it everytime, cause it’s so stunning.
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.”That was brilliant.
reblogged this again for the story above.
The story.God<3
so i have so many things i need to do but i couldn’t resist anymore
this
beautiful
fic
silence of the lambs crossover… serial killer sherlock… it’s a wip but it updated recently and it’s almost done…. aufidaufdhfifhggff
d-did someone say
serial killer sherlock
WhoooooaaaaahhhhWhhaaat?
yeah you! no
no wait dont fucking scroll past this you little shit
ANYWAYS
if you haven’t already go drink a glass of water
or eat if you haven’t in the past 3 hours
straighten your back, maybe stretch a little
move those arms!
yeah
now keep on truckin lil internet warrior
There is a petition on Whitehouse.gov that will restrict congressmen and senators salaries to $75,000 a year for the next THREE YEARS to pay off the deficit! It needs 20,919 signatures, And it’s still under 5,000
HELP GET THIS DONE!
SIGNAL FUCKING BOOST
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