Simultaneous

i hope even becomes friends with isak’s friends because imagine how great

- even and magnus sitting together and talking about anything and everything; magnus being so lighthearted and joking about stuff even has never known how to and helping even to look at and process things differently

- jonas telling even all the stupid things isak has said and done in the past and even thinking it’s simultaneously endearing and incredibly ridiculous

- even tragically ruining waffles for mahdi by repeating the toast debacle with him

- noora and eskild somehow getting ahold of baby photos and showing every single one to even. periodically. one a day. just as isak thinks that’s the last of them there is another

- even and sana !!! what a power duo honestly. remember the time even called out emma? remember the time sana called out;;; everyone? a perfect match

- even being so care free and happy around them, and feeling so loved by the people that love isak the most
important things in life
  • ice skaters
  • russian ice skaters
  • young, talented, and hard working russian ice skaters
  • ice skaters who are all beauty and grace on the ice but will not hesitate to fight you off the ice
  • ice skaters who are simultaneously known as the ‘russian fairy’ and ‘the russian punk’
  • ice skaters who are 15 and act exactly like a typical teenager should
  • ice skaters who has a love and adoration for all kinds of cats
  • ice skaters who go from “there’s no room for two yuris on ice” to “it’s almost your birthday, here’s some pirozhki my grandfather painstakingly googled and made’
  • ice skaters that have a burning annoyance regarding a certain canadian skater
  • ice skaters who love their grandfather so much
  • it’s yuri plisetsky
  • yuri plisetsky is important
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December 7th 1965: Catholic-Orthodox Joint Declaration

On this day in 1965, Pope Paul VI and Patriarch Athenagoras I issued the Catholic-Orthodox Joint Declaration. The Declaration simultaneously revoked the mutual excommunications made by the Holy See and the Ecumenical Patriarchate of Constantinople in 1054. These excommunications were known as the Great Schism and contributed to the medieval separation of the Eastern and Western Christian churches, the former being Greek and the latter Latin. The Declaration represented an important moment in the reconciliation of the two churches, with both being represented by their respective leaders.

Happy December, friends! How are we already in the last month of 2016? December likes to play the field and has three birthstones: Tanzanite, Zircon, and Turquoise.

TANZANITE
Tanzanite is named after the country of Tanzania in Sub-Saharan Africa. It was found near Mt. Kilimanjaro in 1967. The stone is simultaneously three colors, brown, blue and violet. Exposure to heat increases the blue and violet colors. The Tanzanite mineral was named the new birthstone for December by the American Gem Trade Association in 2002.

ZIRCON
Zircon is a yellowish stone found all throughout the earth’s crust (however blue Zircon is used for December’s birthstone). There can be radioactive elements in it including, uranium and thorium. If these radioactive elements break down to a certain degree it creates a color change in the Zircon. Often Zircon is heat treated to purposely enhance its color and transparency. The stone is considered safe to handle. The name comes from a Persian word which means “golden colored.“

TURQUOISE
A highly prized stone by many ancient cultures, Turquoise’s color comes from copper in its chemical composition. The word Turquoise is actually connected to the word Turkish because the stone was imported from Turkey into France. The stone is famous for its use by Native Tribes of the Desert Southwestern United States in jewelry.

www.mineraliety.com

This is why the newspaper in the time vault changed. The byline, this is why it’s not Iris. This is, Iris didn’t write that story anymore eight years from now because, she’s dead. I just watched her die. I saw myself try to save her but I wasn’t fast enough. Jay, tell me this isn’t my destiny.
—  Barry Allen, once again making everyone simultaneously start sobbing
@Bawson/Pitch Fam:

My absolute favourite part of being a member of this Pitch fandom/Bawson fam is how we claim to be innocent. Meanswhile, we’re writing /creating /prompting more and more…..everything (fics, gifs, videos, smut, filth, trash, drabbles etc.)

“I’m a good person, I pay my taxes”
“I’m a good person, I eat my veggies”
“I don’t deserve any of this”
“I have done nothing to deserve this”
“I have done nothing wrong”

BAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH

@lawofavgs @magicinhermadness @gosselaars @darlinginmyway @tacos @oddlyfamiliar @ginnyspitch @ginny-lawson (there are SOOO many more)

yes this is a call-out post. #sorrynotsorry

*sigh* this fandom is simultaneously the best and worst thing that’s every happened to me

Note: While I may complain that you’re all gonna be my cause of death (and yes you most definitely will be), I gotta say, if I’m gonna go out, I don’t mind going out because of Pitch fanfic

Originally posted by ohmydisney

i love you pitches <3

It’s really hard talking to anyone from home about anything political since all anyone cares about is coal. Saving coal, being a friend of coal, bringing our jobs back… it breaks my heart seeing people invest so much into a lost cause instead of putting that energy toward building a future that, inevitably, will not include a coal revival. I come from a coal family, too. I’ve watched places I love wither and die, both because coal was there, and because it wasn’t. Trump isn’t bringing coal back. No one is bringing coal back how it was. Appalachians have a simultaneous reputation for self-reliance and strong community… we need to be living up to that now not resigning our future to a damn black rock.

Full temporal simultaneity. All time happening at once. All time, all seasons, all days. On a patch of warped vortex, a crumbling outcrop overlooking the sluggish, polluted flow of the timestream, a blue box stands, caked in ash and burning fragments of canonicity. In its open doorway, a man looks out at it all in sheer, incredulous horror.
—  Seasons Of War, by Declan May
The Treehouse

Request: Can you do #4 with Wonho? I just loooove your writing ❤❤❤

4) “I might be annoying, but at least my lock screen isn’t a selfie.”

Member: Monsta X’s Wonho x Y/N

Type: Fluff/angstish?


I set my chin against my palm as I gazed down at what had to have been my favorite view. I felt like a bird as my eyes glided over treetops and houses, pictures of fields and mountains in the distance. It was simultaneously calming and terrifying being this high in the air, but I trusted my father’s hands, his wood work and effort. My childhood treehouse hadn’t aged a day, when I had aged too many. 

“Are you going to throw the ladder down or do I have to stand here all day?” a familiar voice called from the ground. 

I heaved a sigh as I shuffled in the small space. Crossing the approximately six feet of floor, I leaned out of the opposite window and looked down at my next door neighbor, Hoseok. 

Or Wonho as the kids called him these days. 

“Password!” I shouted, trying to hide my smile. 

He crossed his arms. “You know how annoying you are right now?”

“I might be annoying, but at least my lock screen isn’t a selfie!” I called down to him, my smile growing by the minute. 

“I value art,” he smiled back up at me. “Now throw down the damn ladder!”

“Fine!” I groaned. “You big old baby.”

I leaned over, taking the aged rope ladder into my hands and throwing it over the side. The wind caught it, aiding me in my toss. Hoseok waited for it to quit jumping before he caught it with his own fingers, steadying the rocking before he hoisted himself up. 

I slid across the planks of wood and leaned against the wall. After a few minutes, Hoseok’s head appeared in the small entryway of the treehouse and he winced as he glanced at me. 

“I’m out of shape,” he groaned, making the final push into the small building and collapsing onto the floor. He heaved a deep breath, one after the next, closing his eyes. 

“The man, the myth, the abs had a hard time climbing into my treehouse?” I chuckled, looking at the man before me. Hoseok and I had grown up beside each other since his parents moved into the neighborhood when we were five. We became quick friends, both interested in singing and dancing. When Hoseok was a teenager, he decided he wanted to become a trainee for an entertainment company. He wanted to become an idol. 

I remember being so angry at him. We had plans to go to college together, to get an apartment together in Seoul. I thought he was selfish. 

I would see him once a year after that until he debuted, and even then I wouldn’t see him as much as I used to. 

His looks had completely changed even since the last time we had been together. His hair was a greyish blond, the tips drowning in a dark blue. His ears were covered in piercings and a loose sweater hung limply from his body. He had always been handsome, but I didn’t have to tell him that. He already knew. 

My eyes moved up his body, drinking in his figure. My breath caught in my throat as I finally looked to his face. He had been carefully watching me as I openly stared at him. I rolled my eyes, looking out of one of the many windows to avoid his cocky smile. 

“You don’t think this thing is going to fall, do you?” Hoseok hummed, leaning up from his laying position and almost hitting his head on the rafters. 

“Ye of little faith,” I chuckled, still not daring to look at him. My face was submerged in the heat of embaressment. 

“Hey, I know your dad was good at building stuff, but it’s been like…over fifteen years,” Wonho sighed. He gently rolled around, placing his knee against the floorboard and crawling over to where I sat. He angled his back against the open tree going through the middle of the house and directed his gaze out of the same window I was looking out of. 

“How have you been?” I said quietly. This whole thing was bizarre. A man I grew up with, I now mostly saw on the television or internet. 

“Good,” he nodded, a small smile on his face. “We won an award at MAMA 2016. Did you watch?”

Of course I had. “I caught bits and pieces,” I lied, biting my lip. “I didn’t see you’re win though, I apologize.” 

Hoseok nodded, looking down at his hands with a sad smile. “I saw you graduated in your top ten at university.”

“Really?” I whispered, a shiver going down my spine. 

“Yeah, I saw it in the newspaper,” he said, his eyes meeting mine. “Plus my mom called and told me. She keeps me updated on all things Y/N.”

“That’s very sweet of her,” I nodded. Hoseok nodded as well. An awkward silence covered us like a scratchy blanket in summer. Eventually Hoseok cleared his throat, his nervous fingers pulling at the holes in his jeans. 

“You don’t really respond to my texts anymore,” he whispered. I couldn’t help it as my neck snapped up at attention, immediately searching his face. I could see the hurt hidden behind his kind eyes and placid smile. My heart ached. 

“I just thought…you were always busy,” I mumbled. “I figured I’d save you the time…I didn’t want you to feel obligated to keep up with your nosy neighbor.”

“If I didn’t want to talk to you, I wouldn’t have texted in the first place,” he laughed, his eyes wide. 

I nodded, biting at my lip again. I’ll admit that I actively ignored Hoseok’s texts. I was scared he had changed into someone I wouldn’t recognize anymore. I was scared of getting rejected, of getting hurt. 

I guess that was what happened when you harbored a love for your childhood friend for ten years. 

“Why don’t you want to talk to me?” he sighed, scrubbing a hand through his multicolored hair. 

“Why do you want to?” I chuckled, trying to lighten the heavy mood that had infiltrated my humble treehouse. 

“Because I miss you,” he said simply. “I thought…maybe you missed me too. I know you’re out being this amazing student and super successful, but don’t you have time for old Hosoek?”

“I’m being amazing and super successful?” I croaked. “Are you joking? You’re Wonho. THE Wonho of Monsta X.”

He shook his head quickly, a shy smile on his lips. “I’m Shin Hoseok. The same old guy I’ve always been.”

I was glad for that. I was scared that the fame would change him. I was scared that he had grown into a man I didn’t know. 

“I think about you a lot,” he continued, pulling his phone from his jeans. He quickly unlocked it (with his lock screen a very handsome selfie) and threw it toward me. I looked down to his background, my breath stuttering out of my mouth. Before my eyes glowed a photo of Hoseok and I, not much older than seven or eight, with our arms wrapped around each other. I looked up at him, swallowing the lump that had appeared in my throat. 

“I think about you more than a lot,” he admitted, looking up. His eyes were glassed over with thought. “When I think about home…I think about you…”

“Hoseok-” I whispered, unsure if I could finish my thought. He slid over, scooting his back into the small area of wall next to me. He drew his knees up to knock against mine, setting a casual hand on my thigh. 

“I’m not saying I want you to run off into the sunset with me,” he said, his voice barely louder than a breath. “I’m just saying…that I hope you miss me as much. And I hope you start talking to me again.”

“I’m sorry,” I whimpered, shaking my head. “I’m sorry I haven’t been there.”

I looked up just in time to see a smile tug on the corner of his lips. “Life isn’t easy Y/N. I don’t blame you for losing touch. I just want to find you again.”

I sat quietly, staring at the boy I had known so long ago and the man I was really only just getting to know now. He smile grew by the moment as his face leaned toward me. His lips hovered over mine before pressing softly against them. Hoseok’s hand slid up, cupping my jaw gently as his mouth remained pressed in place. I felt my body fill completely with warmth and the butterflies in my stomach turned vicious. Years of waiting had released emotions I never knew I had. Just when I thought I could die in the moment, he pulled away, lids heavy and breathing ragged. 

“So are you going to start texting me back?” he whispered, his cocky grin reappearing on his face. 

I smiled, lacing my fingers in his. “I guess if I have to.”

Originally posted by mybabyoppa

Feeling way too many emotions rn and I have so much to say to you while simultaneously having nothing to say to you. But it doesn’t matter because I’ve decided to give up on lost causes and from day one that’s what you’ve been. I just hope you find what you could never find in me, in someone else. And I hope you’re happy.

I really want Trump to invite Vince McMahon on stage for inauguration day, just so that they can both simultaneously tell Obama “YOU’RE FIRED” at the end.

Alas, it’ll probably never happen.

vimeo

SOME FUCKER ON REDDIT MADE A MASHUP OF LET IT GO AND THE THEME FROM SPACE JAM AND THEN MADE A MUSIC VIDEO

edit: i did NOT expect this to actually get notes but to clear up some things, do note that “some fucker on reddit” is meant affectionately as i too am a fucker from reddit

source goes to /u/btown_brony on /r/comeonandslam

link is here

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So I’ve got a bunch of predictions/theories on what’s gonna go down in the upcoming Nightmare Hospital, but of all the things that could happen, what I want the most is something like this