8760 hours

So I sometimes do random math when i can’t sleep and I just calculated how long it would have taken Lucius Malfoy and the death eaters to go back two years (since during evil plans they say that is the day after hp kills voldy) in avps

So I was going off the assumption that since Starkid used the book 3 time turner (the one with the hour glass), that it goes back the same amount of time: 15 minutes per press of the side button.
Okay so the death eaters want to go back to before hp’s first year. There are 8760 hours in a year. You multiply that by two to find the number of hours in 2 years: 17520 hours. Then you multiply that by four to find the number of 15 minute time periods in two years: 70080. That is also the number of times that Lucius needs to press the button on the time turner. Let’s say that Lucius takes his sweet time and presses the button 1 time per second. You use this info and convert seconds into days (for the easiest way to read it):
Lucius needs to press the button for 48.666666 (repeating) days straight; so picture this:
The death eaters finish their fab musical number and they’re all ready for Lucy to take em back, but they have to sit there with their hands resting on him for almost 7 weeks.
What dedication.

One year ago, I was in a very dark place. Actually, it was the darkest and lowest point of my life. I was extremely mentally unstable and could not go one minute without wanting to die. I saw no point in life or the future. I was recovering from a very hectic break-up and lots of lost relationships that I believed were friendships. Every single thing that occurred through my day seemed dark, negative, and horrible. I would never get out of bed. I would never shower. I wouldn’t brush my teeth. I wouldn’t eat. I neglected my grades. I made risky decisions and put my health at risk, and I also hurt many people who cared about me in the process. I saw life as a game that I was losing at. I thought my existence had no meaning. I judged everyone. I hated everyone and everything, and mostly myself. Words could never begin to express how filthy I felt about life… And I saw a post on tumblr about someone who made a note in their wallet that they would live and how it helped them to carry on. Some small ounce of hope in me at the awful time decided to do the same thing. So on August 5th, 2014 I used a purple piece of paper with flowers on it to promise myself that I would live and make it through what I was going through. I forgot about the note. A few minutes ago, I decided to switch wallets and found the note I had made for myself. One year later, 365 days later, 8760 hours later…. I am still alive. The thing is that I’m not just alive. I am living. I wake up every day at 5:30 to go for a jog and eat a healthy breakfast. I start my junior year in a few days, I have begun my female-to-male physical transition, I have a steady workout plan, I have a loving family, I have happiness. Every one of my days is full of ambition, light, guidance, help, sunshine, and fulfillment. I go to bed every night eager for the next day. I live every moment excited for the future and excited for all the world is going to bring me. I look in the mirror and see a beautiful person who I am proud of. I look in the mirror and see the person who I dreamed of being my entire life. I am confident that nothing and nobody could ever get in the way of the amazing life I’m destined to live. If someone had told me one year ago that the happy life I live now was possible, I would have told them to go away. If there is someone you dream of being, open your eyes and be that person. Every single time I believed “I can’t do this”… I did it. I made it every single time. I now know that I am capable of anything. There’s a whole world out there waiting for you, full of great cities and art and music… and genuine beauty. And you can have all of it. Everything you are going through right now is preparing you for everything you have ever wanted. Life does get better, so make sure you stick around to see it. I’m glad I did.

365 days. 8760 hours. (Request)

Joe’s arms wrapped around you as you rested your head onto his chest
“So, one year together babe” He mumbles into your ear and you smile
“I know! I’m surprised i lasted so long!” You joke and he nudges your side
“Hmm I think that’s the other way round” He chuckles
“Right how about a movie?” Caspar suggests
You were currently all at yours and Joe’s apartment with Jim, Tanya, Zoe, Alfie, Caspar and Marcus for a big sleepover
“Sounds good to me” Joe smiles
“Which one have you got?” Zoe asks, bringing in more food for you all and sitting down
“Just one that Joe brought” Caspar says, pushing in the CD and stepping back
The beginning of ‘Make You Mine’ came on and you frowned. This wasn’t a film
“What’s this Joe?” You turn to look at him and he just smiles, turning you back round
A clip of your first video with Joe appeared, “and this is my girlfriend” Joe’s voice spoke on the video and you smiled
The montage continued, showing pies being smashed into your face and water balloons bursting on your head. Showing q&as ending in laughter and read my diaries turning your face bright red
“Nahh you’ll be stuck with me for a little while longer” His voice trails out as the video fades into a black screen
Words appear- ‘365 days. 8760 hours. 525600 minutes and I couldn’t imagine spending them with anyone else’ and the video ends.
It was only then that you realised tears were building in your eyes
You looked over to see the same reaction from Zoe and Tanya.
“Joe that was…” You turn around, unable to fathom an ending to that sentence
He smiles and kisses you lightly, “Happy anniversary my love”
(Hope you like this guys!)

365 Days

Originally posted by bokdeongeori

Request: Wonwoo wedding imagine please!
Member: Wonwoo
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 887
A/N: @adorejinhao Hello Olivia :3 Here’s your imagine! Hope you like it~ -Admin Madi


365 days had passed.

8760 hours have slipped by since it happened. The day that changed everything.

You smiled lazily, resting your head into your palm as you leant against the counter. Stirring your tea and reminiscing, you hadn’t noticed the presence that made its way behind you. It wasn’t until two warm hands were placed on either side of your hips before you acknowledged his presence.

“Morning,” Laying your head back to rest against his shoulder, you looked up and laughed before adding, “Bedhead.”

“Hey! Watch it.” His tone was playful but there was far more than just amusement behind his gaze. Adoration filled his pupils and danced before his eyes, locked only onto you.

Tip toeing so you could reach his lips, he quickly pulled away, leaving the frigid air to wrap itself around you instead.

“Yah! What was that for? I was trying to kiss you..” Huffing as you brought the mug to your lips, you shivered.

Goosebumps raced across your skin, leaving you to curse out the man you were engaged to. The word tickled your tongue and you muttered the word fiance under your breath several times before shaking your head. The idea of being married to Wonwoo seemed odd yet, so awfully right at the same time. You were so young, yet no time other than now seemed so fitting.

Setting the cup down and tracing the edges with your finger, you lost yourself within your dreams.

You thought about the dress that hugged you in all the right ways, the cream colored veil that provided a sheer barrier between your future, and the way Wonwoo would look up at the alter. His hair would be gelled up and not a strand would be out of place, he simply wouldn’t allow it. His suit would be as black as his hair, and he would have his hands stuffed into his pockets due to the nerves. Everything would be perfect, and everything was only a few hours away.

Grinning from ear to ear as you poured the hot liquid down the drain, you raced towards your bedroom.

Wonwoo was sitting on your bed, fiddling with the sleeves of his baggy sweater.

“Need some help?” Not even waiting for his answer, you knelt before him. Bringing your hands to roll the fabric up to his wrists, you could feel his eyes examining your face. You gave him a glance before laughing, and stood to ruffle his hair.

“Is there something on my face or are you just being observant today?”

Shaking his head slowly and reaching to entwine your fingers, he pulled you onto his lap.

“I was just wondering how I got so lucky, babe.”

Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you nodded and pressed a kiss to hair.

“You did get pretty lucky, huh?”

You were tickled in return.

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☆·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.“You have thirteen hours

                                    in which to solve the labyrinth…”·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.

Has anyone ever thought about the implications of the thirteen hour clock? It is strange that Jareth says time is short, when in fact, in his world, time is much longer.

Perhaps it goes back to the “nothing is as it seems” quote. Or even hints as the theme of taking nothing for granted. Anyone would think thirteen hours meant the same measurement we’ve all known.

With thirteen hours on the clock, that would make a typical Underground day twenty-six hours. But not regular hours, oh no! Since there is an extra number, five additional minutes are added to each hour. AND, also, with that 13 comes five extra seconds in each of those minutes. 

So, in the labyrinth: 

  • 1 minute=65 seconds
  • 65 minutes= 1 hour
  • 26 hours=1 day (Or perhaps even 39 hours, since an extra revolution of the clock would not be that implausible)

For a short comparison:

Average Earth day= 1440 minutes

Average Earth year= 8760 hours

Underground Day= 1690 (Underground) minutes or 2,535 minutes (if 39 hours)

Underground Year= 9490 (Underground) Hours

So, what does this mean? For starters, it means Sarah had a good deal longer than thirteen hours in which to solve the labyrinth. In fact, she likely had around fifteen regular hours. Or she would have, if she had not made the “piece of cake” comment, which ended up costing her three of them.

This also implies that time moves very differently in Jareth’s world. Even without the Goblin King’s clock-spinning shenanigans.

Because of this I believe the glittery King finds the real world very disorienting. He also tends to believe less time has passed in the Aboveground because it does, in fact, move more slowly for him in his realm.

Just One Day (하루만) [pt.1]: Sun Rise

Pt. 1: Sun Rise / Pt. 2: Twilight 


“It was an odd, four letter word that Hoseok didn’t understand before, and he still couldn’t quite wrap his head around it now. All he knew was the knot in his stomach when you appeared in his line of sight. All he knew was the feeling of sweaty palms and racing hearts. All he knew was that he came the closest to fully comprehending that word when he was with you.”


Originally posted by hob-e



He wished, even if it was for just one day, that you could be his. He didn’t think it was too much to ask if you, for just one day, could lay your head on his shoulder, perhaps softly asleep, hair splayed out beneath your cheek. He prayed that for just one day, a short 24 hours, he could hold your hand, kiss you, to his heart’s content. But what he wished for the most was the ability to go back in time, to go back to when you were his, when you did all those things just as he hoped you would. Maybe if he could go back, he would knock some sense into himself and treasure the times he shared with you the way he should have. Maybe he could’ve made you stay.


It was all too late now.


To you, your story was not one of a tragic breakup, where both parties lose all joy and pleasures in life because they missed each other too much. They don’t eat, and can’t sleep without feeling the emphasized absence of their lover in the spot where they used to lay. Nope, it was not like that at all. In fact, when you guys broke up, he carried out his box of stuff from the two drawers you preserved for him with a bright smile, telling you he would call you later. And he did, for Hoseok was a man of his word.


To him, it was a story of regret.


It has been a year. 52 weeks, 365 days, 8760 hours, 525600 minutes is a long time for remorse to set in. He didn’t expect it; he didn’t expect to miss you. You guys did not even slip out of contact, in fact, that would defeat the whole point of your breakup.


“I don’t think this is going to work out. All your expectations, your goals, they all make sense and are perfectly fine. I just can’t meet up to those standards. I’m sorry. I tried. I tried taking you out on planned out dates where we would drive to a fancy restaurant, and have steak, and wash it down with champagne. I tried to arrange surprises for you, but those materialistic things just made our relationship lose its meaning.” He ran his hands across his face, his hair. When Hoseok finally looked up to meet your gaze, you saw in his eyes the stress you made him suffer through, and how his lids now appeared slightly puffy due to the tossing, turning, and practicing he did the previous night to make this confession.


“Let’s break up,” you said. “I think we should remain friends, just like how close we were before this whole mess started.”


“Okay.”


That was all it took for you guys to return to square one. Time felt as if it was repeating itself as the two of you chose one of your places to crash out in, to hold movie marathons in, to laugh until your stomachs ached in every Saturday night. You experienced déjà vu as you aided him in pranking his friends once again, and as he held tightly to your hand while running as fast as your legs could carry you when you guys got caught. Life continued the way it had before you guys decided to commit yourselves to a relationship that neither of you, but especially Hoseok, were ready nor mature enough to handle.


You didn’t blame him for the break up, not even a little bit, because it wasn’t his fault. In a strange sense, you even sort of saw it coming. You were perfectly aware that Hoseok was a little rough around the edges. You had known it for the past twenty years of your life that he occupied. It was a blessing, as well as a curse, that came with growing up with him since the date of your birth. You were familiar with his slight irresponsibility, his impatience, and his rash decision making skills. And you accepted it wholeheartedly; even when you knew from the moment he confessed his love to you that it was going to destroy your romantic relationship. You didn’t quite mind though, as you were a girl who just lived in the moment, firmly believing that what was destined to be yours will wind up in your arms eventually, and what didn’t simply didn’t belong to you in the first place.


That was one of the things about you that made him fall in love with you in the past, and was making him fall in love with you once again. And he hated that feeling. The feeling of his emotions spinning wildly out of control, the feeling of his heart dragging him by the ankles back to you, with him clinging and clawing on the other end. He absolutely despised it.


What pained him more was your oblivion.


He couldn’t quite place his finger on when exactly it started happening, when the friendly skinship and handholding couldn’t satisfy him anymore. Some time in the year since you guys got rid of your couple label, he began wishing the simple pushing and shoving of best friends, the clothes, bed, and secret sharing would develop into something more. But to you, he had long since embedded himself in your life as an irreplaceable figure that had gone past the possibility of a lover. You no longer felt anything more towards him, and he was aware of that. His respect for you was the only thing that kept him from getting down to his knees just like before, and telling you how much you meant to him, how much he loved you.


Love.


It was an odd, four letter word that Hoseok didn’t understand before, and he still couldn’t quite wrap his head around it now. All he knew was the knot in his stomach when you appeared in his line of sight. All he knew was the feeling of sweaty palms and racing hearts. All he knew was that he came the closest to fully comprehending that word when he was with you.


But none of that mattered anymore.


Hoseok paused for a moment to stare blankly at his half filled suitcase, clothes, toiletries lying as messily in the small, confined space as his thoughts in his head. Was he really going to do it? He caught himself right before his hesitation could talk him out of it. This was he was afraid of the most. He was terrified that he would back out of his plans like a discouraged child, only to end up regretting it later. He didn’t need more things to regret, you were enough.


The crisp autumn air stung his nostrils as he stepped out his small, yet cozy, apartment. He stood in the doorframe, a dark silhouette against the rising sun, as he eyed the place in which the two of you created countless memories, inside jokes, and failed recipes. Agony pulled at his heartstrings, pulled at him to come back in, to sit down on his soft, worn couch and think about what he was doing. But he didn’t succumb to the pain, he wouldn’t be Jung Hoseok if he did. Closing the door shut behind him, he took one last glance at the silent, sleeping street, and he could see himself chasing you down the empty road, your laughter harmonizing together with his. He squeezed his eyes shut, and shook his head violently to clear his thoughts. This was exactly why he had to leave. This place held too many memories.


Throwing his luggage on the backseat of his car, he planted himself behind the steering wheel and slid the key into its slot, igniting the engine. The drive to his destination was miserable, it was lonely, and all he could think about was your reaction when you found out he was gone. But he didn’t pause, because he knew that he needed to stop thinking about you and consider himself for once, despite how selfish. It’s only way, he thought, the pain would stop.


Hoseok parked his car in the empty spot where he promised his buyer the vehicle would be. He stepped out, suitcase in hand, and he gave the car a good pat. It was an old companion, he had received it from his dad as an eighteenth birthday present, and he could still remember the lingering scent of new paint on its ancient body, he could still feel the thrill of driving it for the first time, with you in the passenger seat placing a polaroid of his side profile in the glove compartment, the landscape rushing past your ears in a blur of color. He was thinking of you again, involuntarily, because you were everywhere, and in everything he remembers.


The airport was already a bustling commotion at this time of the day, and he walked in, picking a spot by the looming glass wall to sit down. He watched, unmoving, as a small plane took off, the roaring audible even through the glass. His phone buzzed in his jeans’ pocket, and he slipped it out. It displayed 6:45, along with your name and your grinning face as the contact profile picture.


“Hello?”


“Hoseok, where are you? I knocked on your door but no one answered. And the lights were off.” your familiar voice streamed through the earpiece.


“Go home.” his voice was cold, and he hated it.


“What? No, where are you so early in the morning? We were going to go jogging today, did you forget?” No, he did not forget. He couldn’t forget, for it was a routine you guys had built up throughout the years, one he grew so comfortable with it suddenly felt strange to be sitting here in a leather jacket and jeans instead of his usual hoodie and sweats.


“I’m at the airport.”


Your end of the line grew silent for a few seconds, and when your voice came through again it was softer, more insecure. “What are you doing there?”


“I’m leaving.”


“For where?”


“Korea. Seoul. I’m going back home.” He no longer thought of it as home though, not since he moved to Los Angeles with you.


“But you’re from Gwangju, what are you doing in Seoul?”


“I found a job.”


“Oh.”


He could feel you registering the information, even though you were silent. He knew you well enough to picture the confused, and a bit worried, look on your face.


“When are you coming back?” you asked, afraid of the answer he was going to give you.


Silence. He didn’t give you one, he couldn’t bear to give you one.


After a few minutes of pondering how to reply, he simply said, “I’m not.”


Your blood froze. “What? Wait, no, you can’t just leave like that. Talk to me, Hoseok, what’s wrong? Tell me, I’m your best friend.” Tears had begun streaming down your cheeks.


What’s wrong? Tell me, I’m your best friend. That was exactly what was wrong. You were his best friend, and will never be anything more than that.


You persisted when he didn’t answer, “When does your flight leave? You better stay right where you are, Jung Hoseok, or I will never forgive you.”


I don’t need you to forgive me, I can barely forgive myself for letting you go.


“8:15” was all he said before he hung up the phone.


You panicked when the beeping of the dead line rung in your ear. Rushing to your house, which was conveniently on the same street as his, you grabbed your car keys and ran out. Practically jumping in, you started the ignition with an almost angry force, and your car sputtered to life. The way to the airport was just as agonizing for you as it was for him, although for completely different reasons. You tried to suppress your tears with no avail, and your vision of the traffic was soon a blurry mess of headlights and stop signs. I can’t lose him, you thought, I can’t.


The moment you halted your car, you sped out, not even bothering to lock it. There were certainly more important things on your mind than to prevent your car from being stolen. You ran across the road to the airport without pausing to observe the traffic, thus causing a string of angry honks and curses to be thrown at you. But you didn’t care. Pushing past the door, you melted into a stream of people, and it dragged you all sorts of directions, making the ceiling spin above your head.


You finally broke free from the traveling crowd, and scanned the waiting areas frantically for a strand of chocolate brown hair. You couldn’t find him.


“Jung Hoseok!” you shouted into the crowd. Several people turned their heads your way to give you a dirty look for making such a big commotion, but you couldn’t care less.


“Jung Hoseok!” you screamed again, this time louder, more desperate.


He watched your frenzied figure turning left and right in the center of the waiting areas. He heard his name echo off the walls of the airport, but just sat and watched you disappear and reappear in the busy stream of people. He wanted to reply so badly. He wanted to abandon his luggage and sprint to you, hugging you close to his chest, while stroking your soft hair, whispering “shhhh, it’s okay, I’m here” into your ear. Yet he couldn’t, because he knew it was better for both of you in the long run. Or so he thought. He wasn’t aware of the sleepless nights you would later have to endure, his name a repeating sound on your lips in the darkness of your bedroom. He wasn’t aware of the large, deep void he would dig in your soul, as if he had taken your heart with him, leaving the spot where it was supposed to be empty, numb.


He didn’t know, and maybe if he did, he wouldn’t have stood up at the sound of the broadcaster’s voice telling him it was now time for him to start boarding. But he did stand, and he blended in with the other passengers going on the same flight, leaving you behind where you were a moment ago, lost, frantic, and despaired.


You called his cell phone one more time, and little did you know that your previous conversation was the last time you would hear his voice in a long, long time. You were met with a fast paced beeping noise, alerting you that his phone was now off. You couldn’t reach him. You heard the announcer’s message one more time, saying it’s now time for the 8:15 flight’s passengers to start boarding, and you bent down, hugged your knees to your chest and cried.


He was really gone.

Originally posted by jhopies


A/N: WAHHH ITS SO ANGSTY LOL. god i love writing angsty stuff. i really hope you guys enjoy this! it’s an original work, meaning i just kinda sat down and wrote it without a request ahaha [im actually quite proud on this one tbh]. i hope you aren’t disappointed with the unsatisfying ending, but if you are, you can always go read the sequel, link on the top of the post (;

June. This month marks 1 whole year since you’ve been gone, 365 days since I kissed your lips, 52 weeks since I looked into those beautiful hazel eyes, 525,600 minutes since the last time you told me you loved me without having to think twice about it, 31,536,000 seconds since you walked away from me never to look back, 12 months since you told me you were with someone new and you wanted to cut all contact with me forever. 8760 hours since you left me stranded crying to my mother to make it stop unable to breathe while you were busy kissing her lips without a thought of me on your mind.
—  B.L letters I never sent
2016

Dear Friends,

365 days have past since the start of 2015 and a lot has changed, somethings have stayed the same, and so many lessons have been learned.

In this year I have learned more about myself and those surrounding me then I’ve ever known before. It’s an unfortunate realization that in life we will have to face dark times, that’s inevitable. However, it’s these sad moments that make us stronger, they shape us to truly appreciate those almost inconspicuous precious moments of joy we sometimes take for granted each day.

The greatest lesson learned this year is to never allow people to strip away your dignity, pride or happiness. If you’ve been hurt by someone - make them aware, as they shouldn’t be able to dictate whether or not they did or didn’t. Our emotions are our most valuable asset and must never be overlooked. As human beings we all will feel an abundance of inexplicable reactions that tend to consume our mindset. But it’s never fair to put all the blame on other people, our emotions are a part of us and therefore can be ours to control and maintain.

I use to believe to be happy I had to be around people/someone that makes me feel that way, and although this is true to an extent, it’s more important to realize that we have to find it in ourselves to be that someone that makes us happy.

It’s very cliche to make a new years resolution as I’ve learned because goals can and should be acknowledged and accomplished throughout many parts of our life. But I also know that New Years is a healthy time for everyone to set aside a moment to reflect on the previous 365 days, 12 months, 52 weeks, and 8760 hours.

In 2016 I want to better my mindset and exercise my emotions in order for me to learn to be that someone that makes me happy. I will try with great strength to not allow other peoples criticism, actions, or words comprise my ecstatic delight for this upcoming year and for years to come.

To anyone who reads this I hope you find your everyday joy in 2016 and learn to make yourself happy.

Love Always,

M

1 year, 12 months, 365 days, 8760 hours, 525,600 minutes, 31,536,00 seconds

It’s been 1 year since you left us and I still miss your goofy face. I still don’t understand why god could take such a beautiful human being away. You were humble, compassionate and you had an amazing heart and with that your legacy will live on!

Miss you forever, Cory!

#Got1YearWithGOT7!

I can’t believe it’s been one year, twelve months, 52 weeks, 365 days, 8760 hours, 525600 minutes, 31536000 seconds since seven special boys debuted in JYP.

Over the past year, we were blessed with three eras, a load of songs, tons of airport fashion, thousands of fancams/fantakens, two real got7s, variety show appearances, meet&greets (on and offline), three ASC shows, ASC markson aftershow, an official fandom name, award nominees, and the rookie of the year award to top it all off. We were able to see seven boys grow on and off of the stage.

Thank you Mark Tuan, Im Jaebum, Jackson Wang, Park Jinyoung, Choi Youngjae, Kunpimook Bhuwakul, and Kim Yoogyeom for everything you’ve done! iGOT7’s cannot wait to see what you have in store for us for 2015. Here’s too many more years with GOT7!

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