sixties clock


In the first film, sixty-three clocks can be seen, including one digital, and one that shows Harold Lloyd hanging from a clock tower from Safety Last, foreshadowing the events later in the film. Initially, they all read 7:53 a.m., just before Marty enters, except for the one closest to the box of plutonium that had the correct time of 8:18.

Run Away

Anonymous said: So I saw this quote today and I was wondering if you could do a Dean/reader oneshot based off it? “You don’t know you’ve fallen for someone until after it happens.”

Anonymous said: Hi! First off, I’m addicted to your writing, it’s so good! I was wondering if you could do one where the reader confesses her love to Dean and he doesn’t feel the same way, but after a few weeks/months he starts to fall for her? Whether or not the reader takes him at the end is up to you :) Thank you so much! <3

@-sidetracked- said: Can we make this like, a dean story please where like dean is in love with the reader and he isn’t supposed to be so he tried to forget like all the memories and stuff but she still comes around for Sam and cas and Charlie so he can’t and it’s really hard for him

A/N: I seriously loved these requests so much, thanks guys.

Word count: 4,538

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: swearing, angst.

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Theme Songs: Tracks in the Snow - The Civil Wars, Collapsing Inwards, A Game of Croquet, A Model of the Universe, The Dreams that Stuff is Made Of — Jóhann Jóhannsson, I Can’t Make You Love Me (Adele cover). Spotify Playlist

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Low Heavens (Part II) High Hells (Part III) Train Wreck (Part IV) Just Not Tonight (Part V)


“Anyhow, Sam still doesn’t know it was me who accidentally burned the hole in the carpet,” Dean smirked. “He thinks it was just the person that was there before us.”

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Sixty-Four - Genji x Mercy - Overwatch Fic

Mercy hasn’t heard from Genji in almost three days. She cannot sleep, think, and is sick with worry. At last, he returns. Or so she thinks.
Genji x Mercy

Sixty-four hours.

Sixty-four hours ago they had lost contact with Genji, his link to Overwatch severing, at his final words “It is done.”

Sixty-four hours of pacing, of a shred of fitful sleep, disturbed by the slightest of noise; by the whisper of a word, her eyes springing open in the hope that the words were his. That the noise were his steps. That it was him.

But it wasn’t.

Mercy awoke this time with a start, her dream a mess of vague images. It shadowed a recurring dream she suffered on and off from her years as a medical student in a community hospital. The hospital had been subjected to a terrorist attack simply for its values. She had tried to save everyone. Oh, she had tried. But she couldn’t. Lives were slipping away, beneath her fingers, and she had tried.

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I’ve been dying to write Famous!Peeta, so I decided to try writing a drabble. It got longer than expected.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Katniss glared at the parking attendant’s outstretched hand.She couldn’t believe she had to pay $10.

To park her car.

At a venue that had already swallowed up almost $300 fromher bank account.

And what about those extra bullshit fees that were tackedonto the cost of the concert tickets? Where did those dollars go? Apparently not to parking.

Katniss took a deep breath. She would not yell at this nice man. It was not his fault that she was hemorrhaging money just to see a boy band she had zero interest in. It was not his fault that her boss, Effie Trinket, had kept her an hour late, preventing her from arriving with Annie and Prim. (And apparently saving $10.) It was not his fault that she was exhausted and overworked and starving because she hadn’t had time to stop for dinner and that all she wanted was one night of not worrying, one night where her sister was happy and smiling and she could turn off her brain even if she had to listen to crappy music to do it.

It wasn’t anyone’s fault really.

And this nice man was just doing his job.

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some of you may have noticed that i have been particularly quiet lately with posting on various social media. this is due in part because finals are an absolute bitch as a university senior and as usual i am pretty busy in december… but also because i’ve used one of the finals for my classes to format sixty-four into an actual goddamn book! like that can be printed out! and touched! ITS SO COOL! 

seeing all of my work over the past few years and being able to physically handle and flip through it is absolutely indescribable and i just wanted to share with you how fucking over the moon i am right now :0 i chose to format and print it particularly so i could discuss it as part of my senior portfolio review, but since we’re drawing chapter three to a close, it feels like the damn right time to finally bring sixty-four to a tangible stage. thanks to everyone who’s seen me through this far! so exciting!

My head creates a scenario,
the one when I ask you where
you live and I come over,
sit still for a little longer,
bite my nails a little less.
I swallow a pint of water
when I have been thinking
all hours of the clock.
For sixty seconds my body
becomes focused on not
drowning. Maybe this is what
survival tastes like. My hands
shake and I tell myself this is
just the aftershock of waging
wars in-between rib cages and
out. Craving something more
than skin and clean teeth. It
is important you know that
you do not start wars in people.
I will not shiver in all your cold.
There’s art in peeling yourself
off of floor boards at 4 AM, feeling
heavy and tucking yourself in.
We are all soldiers out here.
—  For Jayne