31 minute

i’m at a bar and it’s close to midnight and i want to find someone to kiss but i don’t really care about anything but x-files so i’m like screw small talk i’m drunk and i yell “scullayyy” and i shit you not this girl yells “mulderrrrr” from the dance floor and we scream back and forth until we meet in the middle and her name is sarah or sara i’m not sure how she spells it and she doesn’t know it yet but i’m gonna kiss her and tell her the world didn’t end in 31 minutes and then i’m gonna marry her

It never occurred to me that straight people generally don’t spend a lot of time questioning their sexuality.

1 Year. 12 Months. 365 Days.

1 year.

12 months.

365 days.

8,760 hours.

525,600 minutes.

31,536,000 seconds.

It didn’t matter how Y/N thought of it, it had been too long. And those numbers would only continue to increase, because he was never coming back. Because he was gone. And now she was alone.

She made her way through the maze of wet dirt, cement, and grass. The cold rain pouring from the sky, the world crying around her. But she was numb. Had been for the past eight thousand, seven hundred and sixty hours.

Her eyes didn’t see anything else; they didn’t need to look where she was walking, because her body knew. It had taken this path many times over the past twelve months. And it would continue to take this path for many years to come, she knew that.

When she arrived at her destination, she didn’t look down. Not yet.

Although what she would see was already engraved into her mind. But first, she looked up to the sky, letting the rain hit her cheeks. Y/N let the rain be her tears for a moment, letting it run under her jacket and down her skin, soaking her.

She’d probably wake up with a cold tomorrow. But during that moment, she didn’t care.

Closing her eyes, she let the cold drops stab at her skin, wanting to feel something, but nothing. They bounced off her skin, leaving no mark behind.

Deciding she had put it off long enough, she tilted her head forward, slowly lowering it to stare at the marker in front of her.

Joseph Graham Sugg

Y/N stopped before rereading the dates, because then it would remind her that it had been three hundred and sixty five long, cruel days since he had been taken from her. Instead she stared at the name, and even when it blurred, she stared. That name should not be engraved onto the stone.

He should be at home, his arms around her while the two lay on the couch, bickering about what movie to watch because it’s raining outside… Y/N thought bitterly. But instead, he’s here. Beneath her feet.

Her fingers clenched into a fist, the buttons on the edges of her sleeves digging into her skin.

She wanted to scream. She wanted to laugh. She wanted to kick something. She wanted to cry.

But most of all, she wanted Joe back with her.

Although it had been one year, it still felt as if she had just lost him. Not a day went by that something didn’t remind Y/N of Joe, of the man that she still loved so desperately, the man that was taken from her far too soon.

“Do you know what next month is?” She spoke aloud, ignoring the break in her voice. “Our wedding would have been amazing, you now that right? All our friends and family gathered. Martha and Nala bringing the rings up the aisle while everyone laughs. And I would walk through those doors, and our eyes would meet. You were going to cry. I told you that, you tried to brush it off, act all manly. But Joe, you would have cried. Because we were going to be so happy. We were going to spend the rest of our lives together. Just you and me.” A sob escapes her lips, surprising her.

Y/N hadn’t cried in almost a year. For the first month following his death, she had done nothing but cry. And then it had just stopped.

But now, standing in front of his grave, it all came pouring out. That first sob was followed by another, and then another. Before she knew it, her whole body was shaking, and the tears were flowing down her cheeks, mixing with the rain still falling from the sky.

Y/N collapsed to her knees, the wet grass instantly soaking through the material of her pants, but she paid no attention as she let all the pain out.

The ring that had previously been on her finger but now lived on a chain around her neck fell forward as she bent over her legs, hitting her in the face.

“WHY?!“ She screamed, her voice breaking on that one word. “Why did you leave me!”

Unable to say any more, she continue to cry, barely breathing in-between the sobs that racked her body.

Someone wrapped their arms around her, and she turned into the warm chest, grasping the fabric of their jacket in her hands. She cried until she couldn’t breathe any more.

The two bodies remained there until her sobs turned into small hiccups, until the chill finally found its way into her body.

Y/N pulled back to look up at the face of her comforter, seeing Jim’s sad eyes staring back at her.

“Why did he leave me?” She asked, her voice hoarse.

“I don’t know, Y/N.” He replied, sighing. He turned to look at the tombstone of his close friend, ignoring the prickling feeling of his own tears.

Jim been waiting at the cafe nearby, he and Y/N were to meet up, so he could check in on her. But when she hadn’t arrived twenty minutes past their scheduled time, he grew worried. Knowing that the cemetery was nearby, he had ventured out into the rain, only to discover her broken down in front of the grave.

It pained him to see Y/N still grieving so hard, she had always been close with him, she was like a little sister to Jim. He hadn’t known what else to do at that moment, except sit beside her and let her cry.

“I miss him.” She said, leaning her head against his chest as they both stared at the name on the stone.

“I miss him too.”

They stayed like that for a while longer, neither saying anything as the rain continued to fall from the sky around them.

“I think I’m ready to go.” Y/N finally spoke, so softly Jim almost didn’t hear it. But he had, so he nodded and stood, helping her to stand, too. He noticed her shiver, and wrapped an arm around her as the followed the path away from the grave and towards the exit.

They didn’t speak until they both arrived back at Jim and Tanya’s home, where Y/N changed into dry clothes while Jim made them both a cup of hot cocoa.

After that, they curled up on the couch together, rewatching some of Joe’s old videos, sharing some of their fondest memories.

1 year.

12 months.

365 days.

8,762 hours.

525,720 minutes.

31,543,200 seconds.

Time continued on.

  • a timer appears on everyone’s wrist the moment they turn 12 that counts down to the moment they meet their soulmate
  • why 12? bc I like the number 12 no one knows
  • some people’s timers show up as 0 meaning they’ve already met their soulmate
  • others have a few days until they meet their soulmate
  • but in most cases there are years of waiting left until the soulmates meet
  • when Seungkwan turned 12, he was greeted by a long string of number that read 6:9:12:23:31:38
  • 6 years, 9 months, 12 days, 23 hours, 31 minutes, and 38 seconds until he’d meet you
  • some basic calculations told him that he’d meet his soulmate during October of his freshman year of college
  • if he made it right after hs
  • knowing this, he chilled his way through middle and high school
  • didn’t have to worry about what his soulmate would say and was the life of every party
  • no seungkwan? no party.
  • however, he still thought about his soulmate a lot
  • what would you be like?
  • how would the two of you meet?
  • how would you take his noisy sides?
  • were you anything like his “ideal type”?
  • the years flew by and he ended up a transfer student in the US for his freshman year of college
  • moved into the dorms in Sept, super excited to start school and meet his soulmate in a few weeks
  • as the time counted down, started making up scenarios in his head about how you two would meet
  • scenarios like Vernon suddenly announcing his marriage and him flying back to Korea and meeting his soulmate while getting fitted for a suit bc he’s Vernon’s best man
  • or running into his soulmate at his favorite Chinese place in front of school when a waiter trips his soulmate and he dramatically saves them from falling
  • yes he’s a sappy romantic
  • so what?
  • *josh as a shrug emoji*
  • anyways
  • as the date got closer, so did midterms and he was forced to stop spending so much time daydreaming and snap back to reality a little
  • started to focus on his study and realized that he wasn’t going to have some ridiculous escapade where he meets his soulmate unless he failed midterms and he couldn’t really afford that as an international student
  • didn’t like studying too much and came up with a method catered specifically to him to make it through
  • he’d study for his calc midterm for an hour or so then
  • BLAST TUNES for 10
  • (minutes not hours)
  • then he’d study English for an hour then 
  • then he’d study his Chinese for an hour ish and
  • roommate!dk studied chem for an hour?
  • by blasting tunes, I mean BLASTING them
  • you could hear it from across the floor 
  • even in from upstairs
  • his blasting of music was not approved by most people on the floor
  • lots and lots of noise complaints from fellow residents
  • RA got complaints for everyone about Seungkwan’s study habits on a daily basis
  • everyone except you
  • you’d initially complained as well, but then you found that the system was actually pretty regular and that his choice of music was pretty similar to yours
  • you started studying the BSK (boo seungkwan) way
  • studied for an hour then jammed to seungkwan’s tunes for ten minutes
  • you’d never met the source of the music, but you found yourself growing increasingly grateful for them
  • you’d never really met anyone in your dorm bc you never went to floor gatherings
  • sometimes you were busy
  • sometimes you forgot
  • other times you were just plain lazy
  • since you never went to these things, you had no clue who the heck was fueling your study with some lit tunes, but you thanked them nonetheless
  • you had a timer on your wrist as well, and you’d discovered that you would be meeting your soulmate on the day before your biology midterm
  • despite having been excited about meeting your soulmate, you completely forgot about the countdown happening as you panicked over midterms
  • how the heck did professors magically sync all their tests and assignments to all be due in the same week?
  • you didn’t have the time for this!
  • the day before your bio midterm arrived faster than you’d anticipated
  • the timer on your wrist reading 7:32:14 (7 hours, 32 minutes, 14 seconds) was the least of your worries with a bio midterm (worth 20% of your grade) countdown of about 23 hours
  • the day started off like all the other days during testing weeks
  • you went to class, went to grab food with friends to panic about midterms together, then headed back to your dorm to study
  • you started studying when you got back, pulling out the brick of a textbook and trying to recall what the difference between the two photosystems were and why the heck photosystem II came before photsystem I
  • or did it?
  • midterm struggles are real
  • you were dying, but kept pushing through, waiting for your jam session to start
  • but then, something weird happened
  • there was no music
  • you’d been studying (emphasis on the dying) for over an hour, but there was no music
  • the silence was uber distracting to you
  • even though you would’ve taken a break at this time anyways, you couldn’t really let loose and kept feeling anxious, meaning you weren’t as ready to get back into study mode after 10 minutes
  • the break in routine was getting to you
  • you’d grown dependent on music blasty person for your studying abilities
  • dang it.
  • while you were struggling with your studies, BSK was dying for a completely different reason
  • he was freaking out in his dorm bc HE’S DONE WITH MIDTERMS
  • !!
  • !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • the boy was a little excited
  • just a little
  • that’s why he’d shaken roommate!dk awake by the shoulders at 8AM in the morning to spazz despite not having to be up until 2pm for a 2:30 class
  • didn’t really know what to do with himself
  • should he go out?
  • should he stay in his dorm?
  • should he dress up nicely?
  • he was struggling
  • he eventually headed off to his 2:30 class (Calc), still spazzing and DK kicking him out so he’d go to class
  • you were debating whether or not it’d be worth having complaints filed against you for blasting music the way that music blasty person did to study for your midterm
  • you couldn’t concentrate bc your study rhythm was broken
  • rip you
  • your thoughts kept drifting to the abnormal noise level in your dorm
  • ugh
  • you decided you’d try studying at a café bc nothing was getting done in your dorm and headed out
  • the timer on your wrist read 2:17:51 (2 hours,  17 minutes, 51 seconds)
  • not that you noticed
  • you need to get a good grade on that midterm!!!!
  • studying at the café did not help much
  • yes there was music, but it was constant
  • you couldn’t work with that
  • not after getting used to silence followed by a freaking turnt party
  • you gave up on the  café and decided to head back to the dorm, seriously considering the pros and cons of blasting music yourself
  • however, when you walked back into the dorm, you were greeted by the familiar sound of IOI’s “Whatta Man” blasting at 500% full volume 
  • relieved that the system was back in place, you headed into your room
  • maybe they’d just slept in today and started studying later
  • you relaxed and jammed to the song, waiting for the music to stop so you could study
  • but it didn’t
  • tune after tune
  • song after song
  • twenty minutes passed
  • didn’t stop
  • even worse for studying than the silence
  • why must they be so cruel?
  • you decided you’ve had enough
  • you got yourself together and marched to the source of the noise
  • meanwhile, BSK was partying it up in his dorm, excited to be meeting his soulmate in a few minutes
  • didn’t really know what was going to happen
  • but he was excited
  • tbh when is he not?
  • you found yourself standing in front of room 317, completely oblivious to the timer on your wrist counting down its last seconds
  • you knocked on the door and while you couldn’t see it, seungkwan froze 
  • he froze, then looked down at his timer that was at 23 seconds
  • roommate!dk saw seungkwan wasn’t moving, but noticed him glancing at his timer and pushed him to the door
  • Seungkwan snapped out of it and opened the door, timer counting down quickly to zero…
  • only to be greeted by a very grumpy looking you
  • that didn’t scare seungkwan though
  • he barely noticed your expression and engulfed you in a hug
  • you pushed him off you like
  • ?????
  • what the heck?
  • “You’re my soulmate!”
  • you were confused bc you hadn’t thought about your soulmate for a while but then you realized 
  • you looked down at your wrist
  • sure enough, your timer was at 0
  • to say you were shocked would be an understatement
  • you didn’t have time to process everything before seungkwan dragged you inside and bombarded you with questions about yourself
  • you tried your best to keep up and answer his questions, brain still kind of elsewhere
  • when he asked what classes you were taking, you remembered why you came
  • you told him why you’d come and he agreed to follow his normal studying schedule with his music despite being done with midterms himself
  • on the condition that the two of you could go get boba together after your bio exam
  • you agreed
  • who says no to free bubble tea anyways?
  • that was the start of a new page in your life with booeun boi as your partner and newest study buddy
  • yey!

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swggity-switty-gimme-that-kitty  asked:

TWO HOURS AND 31 MINUTES INTO MARK'S LATEST STREAM ETHAN SAYS "You're ticklish aren't you? Tickle tickle!" AND IT REALLY CUTE Mark has a pic over his face tho is it's a lil weird but IT'S SO CUTE CAUSE THERE'S A LIL GIGGLING TOO AND AH


anonymous asked:

I follow you because I'm a target employee and I always go through your blog when I'm on my 31 minute meal

💙💙 It’s an honor to have your time on your off time! But make sure that you actually eat too!

red-boston-batter  asked:

I've been in such a bad mood lately and just seeing the countdown go down is making me feel so much better? Mark helped me always so much and now... 31 more minutes for me oh my GOD

i’m sorry you’re having a rough day, sweetheart! if you ever need to talk about something, you can always message me! but yes, focus on mark and the hype surrounding him. it’s a great distraction! 💛


(Don´t Fear) The Reaper is a 1976 song by the american rock band Blue Öyster Cult and that HIM transformed in a heavy, dark, gothic 6:31 minute song for their first album, Greatest Love Songs Vol. 666.

I am a huge fan of the original, though I never really understood why the 70´s bands enjoyed making happy songs with dark lyrics (Hotel California, I am looking right at you. And funny enough, both came out in the same year).

So, yeah, I had tears of joy when I first listened to HIM´s version. It was everything I missed in the song: male and female vocals, the passion in the male voice - which Ville delivered spectacularly -, a matching female voice that transmitted the love and readiness the character showed her partner in the story -  Sanna-June Hyde is the name to be praised here -  and a  heavy atmosphere.

Enjoy the song!