this feels like doomsday

sometimes I get really paranoid in the middle of the night and think things like “what if a meteor comes outta nowhere and destroys earth” or “what if a black hole just fucking happens. like, it just kinda pops up near earth. scientists dont know a whole lot about black holes so we dont know if that could happen. and we’d be powerless to stop one if it did”

and then i think, like

the world has been around for something like 4-and-a-half billions years, right?

and humans have only been around for like 200,000 years, right?

and civilization as we know it has only been around for 6,000 years RIGHT?

so like

if something like that was gonna happen, I feel like it would have happened already.

the odds of a non-human doomsday level event happening, or at least the odds of it happening within my lifetime, are pretty low.

and if it’s a human-created doomsday event, we would at least have the power to stop it. if it’s made by mankind, it can be stopped (or at least minimized) by mankind.

that puts my mind at ease, and i wanted to share that way of thinking with you all because it’s easy to let your mind wander to worst-case-scenario lines of thinking at night, even if nothing really prompts it.

The Foxhole Court as Weather.com Headlines

Because no matter what, the homepage of weather.com will make you feel like it’s the end of days.

Wymack: Doomsday Clock Moved Closer to Midnight

Dan: Will This Helicopter Pilot Make It?

Allison: Racing for Glory in Toy Barbie Jeeps

Renee: Girls Jump in Shark Pool, Regret It

Matt: Man Rescues Little Penguin From Drain

Seth: Big Bird Finally Nabbed

Andrew: Small Sinkhole Causes Big Problem

Aaron: Man on Mountain Throws Rocks at Drone

Nicky: ‘Glory Hole’ Roaring Once Again

Neil: Bull Flees Slaughterhouse, Then This…

Kevin: This 2-year-old Might Ski Better than You

Jeremy: Stunning Indoor Rainbow Appears in Museum

Katelyn: Watch: Big Tornado in Her Backyard

Riko: Japan’s Monster Sinkhole Sinks Again

The Ravens: Little Do They Know… Disaster is About to Strike

BONUS! Andriel: Elusive Miniature Horses Flee Police

  • Sith Warrior: So here's who's on the list so far - Vemrin. That one might not even count because that's what acolytes DO. Am I right, Lana?
  • Lana:
  • Sith Warrior:
  • Sith Warrior: Anyway...Nomen Karr, Lord Draagh, Darth Baras, Quinn - shoutout to my boy Quinn for surviving that!
  • Quinn: Thank you, my lord!
  • Sith Warrior: You're welcome, buddy! Don't make me regret it!
  • Quinn: I won't, my lord!
  • Sith Warrior: Then we have Darth Malgus, Darth Arkous, The Hand, and the Sith Emperor. Revan doesn't really count, but he was a massive pain in the ass so he's on here.
  • Quinn: The caliber of the people on the list...I'm impressed, to say the least!
  • Sith Warrior: A man is measured by his enemies, damn right, Quinn! Stop interrupting me.
  • Quinn: Apologies, my lord.
  • Sith Warrior: Moving on. Then there's Arcann, Senya-
  • Senya: Hey, that's not fair! I shouldn't be on the list! I just wanted to save my son!
  • Sith Warrior:
  • Sith Warrior: ...Ssssssenya, Koth, Saresh, and Valkorion again. Definitely not surprising. And lastly - Empress Acina, probably the Scions, and whoever the asshole is that tried to fry me on a doomsday chair.
  • Sith Warrior: SO, does anyone else feel like betraying me? I'd really like to know beforehand because I'm getting too old for this shit and I'm only 30. Just let me know now.
  • Theron: I'd like to-
  • Sith Warrior: SIT!
  • Theron:
  • Sith Warrior:
  • Theron:
  • Sith Warrior: DOWN!

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SWITCH PRONOUNS / DESCRIPTORS AS NECESSARY. SENTENCES FROM SEASON ONE; NO SPOILERS. 125 SENTENCES TOTAL.
  • People people are all just people, right? When it gets down to it, everyone’s the same.
  • I have to be crazy because that didn’t just happen, right?
  • I’m exhausted with this world.
  • I want you to be where you belong, here with me.
  • They’re following me and they’re probably following you too.
  • I really don’t want to talk about this right now.
  • I’m okay with it being awkward between us.
  • Look in the mirror. See that badass bitch? That’s the only person you should ever worry about.
  • Think about it. If you died, would anyone care? Would they really care? Yeah, maybe they’d cry for a day, but let’s be honest. No one would give a shit.
  • I don’t know what your grand plan is, but I need to, and you’re going to tell me.
  • Don’t stay mad at him too long, kiddo.
  • Look at me. Look at this person who loves you so much he would die a happy man right now just ‘cause he had this.
  • I think this is a perfect fucking volume!
  • Please, you don’t have to be angry at yourself any more.
  • Trust me, I need you now more than ever.
  • Can I kiss you?
  • I’m gonna have to let him hug me, aren’t I?
  • I mean, you say it all the time yourself, there’s casualties in every revolution.
  • Do you want to get high and watch your favorite movie?
  • We need to clean up and get the hell out of here.

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Summer Solstice

Originally posted by jypnior

Title : Summer Solstice

Pairing : Yugyeom x Reader

Genre : ANGST

Words : 1494

Summary : You are watching the fireworks with him. 

Part of the series Paradise Lost




“It looks like a palm tree”

“Do you think so? I’d say it looks like a rose.” You laugh when you hear the silly comment.

This summer festival is beautiful. It’s the first day of summer. The weather is hotter than what you both thought when you sat on this beach, cuddled against each other. The darkness of the night is working like a shield over you two, and the comfort of his chest is lulling you more than anything else.

He has a broad body which can circle you easily from any angle, no matter the moment of the day. It feels good to be in his arms, and the moment is perfect, with the sparkles in the sky and the soft wind against your bodies.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath.

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“Can I…?”
“I’m still just an image. No touch…”

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Neil Hilborn, “This is Not the End of the World”

I’ve been hearing that the world is ending.
I’ve heard it so much these days i can either completely ignore it or never leave my house again,
that is if I actually left my house for things that don’t directly enable me to keep my house, 
see
I’ve been thinking about driving nowhere. 
I’ve been thinking about becoming a box inside a locked room inside a dark house at the dark end of the street.
I want to go away until i’m gone
it takes so much less energy to not exist than it does to exist and get burned.
I’ve been burned so much i’m not me anymore, I’m a stupid puppet version of me 
I’ve got strings that lead to nowhere,
nothing is pulling on me
I wish someone would drag my hand out of hiding and sign my name on a dotted line
There are days that I cannot find the sun even though its right outside my goddamn window. 
when getting out of bed feels like the key in the doomsday machine,
so on those days this is what I tell myself:
Whatever you’re feeling right now there is a mathematical certainty that someone else is feeling that exact thing. 
This is not to say you’re not special
this is to say thank god you aren’t special
I have kissed no one good night
I have launched myself from tall places and hoped no one would catch me. 
I have ended relationships because suddenly I was also exposed
 Isolation is not safety, it is death. 
If no one knows you’re alive, you aren’t. 
If a tree falls in a forest and no one’s around to hear it, it does make a sound but then that sound is gone.
I’m not saying you will find the meaning of life in other people,
Im saying other people are the life to which you provide the meaning,
see we’re wrong when we say
I think therefore I am.
The more we say it the more it sounds like 
I think therefore I will be.
You cannot think yourself into a full table
You cannot think and make walls and a roof appear around you
I have thought
and thought myself into corners made of words and nightmares
and what has it gotten me,
but more thoughts.
a currency that only buys more currency,
so please
if you want to continue existing 
do something 
learn to make clouds using only your breath
build a house even if every wall leans to the left
love it anyway
just like a season
just like a child
love how you hate yourself sometimes because goddamn at least there’s still something to hate 
I know how easy it is to think and keep thinking until you’re the last person left on earth
until the entire world becomes no larger than the space between your bed and the light switch
but 
I hear the world is ending soon.
when we go, and we’re all going to go
I will be part of it.

Why no emotions?
             Because it hurts.

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this is not the end of the world / neil hilborn.

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You look like a ghost

She’s scared.  Another reminder that he’s as good as dead.

Hold on

He’s scared.  He can’t bear to see her eyes like that.

Can I t-

She wants to, just one more time if that’s all she’s allowed.

I’m still just an image.  No touch.

And she could, despite what he tells her; in that moment, at least.  His thumb brushed the controls of the sonic screwdriver just enough for him to come through completely as her hand reached up to him.  He could feel the warmth radiating off of her fingertips on his neck.  That was enough to run one more crack through his breaking hearts.  The universes could have shattered around them, bringing a reality to how he felt inside, but two seconds couldn’t hurt.  That’s all he’d allow himself.  

How long’ve we got?

This wasn’t exactly the reunion she was hoping for.  She wanted to go, or for him to stay.  Instead they stood in limbo.  

About two minutes.

It would’ve been longer had he not caved to feel her hand so near his skin.  He could hold her, one last time, but it would only be for a second.  He wanted to use his time another way, once he worked up the courage.

I love you.

His hearts stop and beat faster all at once.  Part of him knew, part of him hoped…But to hear the words from her lips, the lips he wished he could feel against his.

Quite right, too.

His palms are sweating.  He doesn’t know how much time he has left, but he knows it’s running out.  

And I suppose, if it’s my last chance to say it…

The words catch in his throat; the hardest goodbye he’s ever had to say.

Rose Tyler-

Her weeping face pixelates.  He watches as his pink and yellow human fades into the nothingness.  

He ran out of time.

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spock/kirk and "Could you repeat that?"

Spock slowly turned, his dark eyes fixating on the dilapidated starship barely holding a steady position on the forward view screen. Every muscle within his body became stiff at what he had just heard, and though he was sure he understood correctly, he sought for confirmation anyway.

Calmly, he requested, “Could you repeat that, Captain?”

Jim’s hand tightened on the communicator, hazel eyes full of determination as he stared at this thing–this, killer of worlds–which had extinguished an entire star system and left it utterly devoid of existence. …So much life wasted. Entire innocent civilizations and natural planetary developments, all destroyed for absolutely nothing–just like Matt Decker and his crew.

There was no excuse at all for such a catastrophic tragedy, and even if it was the last thing he ever did, James Kirk was going to make sure it went no further.

Without tearing his obsessive gaze from the Constellation’s crackling viewer, Jim wrenched forward slightly, a second lock of hair breaking free and brushing over his forehead as a rush of excited anticipation surged through his veins. “You heard me, Spock. I said I’m going to ram her right down that thing’s throat!”

Spock’s spine straightened, his face remaining stone-like. “Jim,” he spoke, his voice softening in the slightest at the utterance of his name, before very matter-of-factly continuing, “You will be killed. Just like Decker.”

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December in Phoenix looks like this: 55°F, barely-heated houses but for the stone fireplaces, the stucco, built into the wall. The holiday market every Sunday, half-tourist and half-genuine, where you buy Christmas tree ornaments for your grandparents shaped like lizards, or javelinas, or cactus wrens. The only snow here comes in a globe. Shake it and let it fall. 

December in Phoenix looks like shorts, maybe, but only for the bold – more like long sleeves you peel off when your forehead starts to shine. They say this is the darkest day of the year, when the equinox comes around, but you live in the sunniest city in America, and those extra minutes make a difference for the days that make the New Years’ countdown feel like another tick to doomsday. It’s the one guy who’s been Santa at the Paradise Valley mall since before you were born (hi, Frank) – and the one who’s always Santa at the Metrocenter, and the one who’s always Santa on the gum-blotted sidewalk corner down by Southern Avenue. 

If you’ve left recently, it’s a vacation, so start unpacking or stare at the boxes. 
If you’ve stuck around, it’s some time off work, and the comfort or dread of streets that know your shoe-soles. 

This December, Phoenix is a glass urn you’ve never actually touched before – canyon shadows on sand, a thin scar on your palm from a promise from another lifetime. The Mountains are calling, and you must go. Even the worst reunions are still stories to tell.

We are now open for interactions, starting with Day 1 of the trip! All 10 of us are getting together to meet up & camp out on the biggest mountain, where the range gets its name. This means carpooling, organizing, greetings both awkward and relieved. This is inevitably the most low-key day, and the one that can kick off however you feel most comfortable – self-paras or starters, the trip to Arizona or the trip to the mountain or the first hellos once you’ve already gotten there.

Have fun with it. 

We’re all safe (for now) (for today), though the killer is now among us ;)

I’ve been hearing that the world is ending.
I’ve heard it so much these days i can either completely ignore it or never leave my house again,
That is if I actually left my house for things that don’t directly enable me to keep my house.

See,
I’ve been thinking about driving nowhere. 

I’ve been thinking about becoming a box inside a locked room inside a dark house at the dark end of the street.
I want to go away until i’m gone
it takes so much less energy to not exist than it does to exist and get burned.

I’ve been burned so much i’m not me anymore, I’m a stupid puppet version of me 
I’ve got strings that lead to nowhere,
Nothing is pulling on me
I wish someone would drag my hand out of hiding and sign my name on a dotted line

There are days that I cannot find the sun even though its right outside my goddamn window. 
When getting out of bed feels like the key in the doomsday machine.

So on those days this is what I tell myself:

Whatever you’re feeling right now there is a mathematical certainty that someone else is feeling that exact thing. 

This is not to say you aren’t special.
This is to say thank God you aren’t special.

I have kissed no one good night
I have launched myself from tall places and hoped no one would catch me. 
I have ended relationships because suddenly I was also exposed

Isolation is not safety, it is death. 

If no one knows you’re alive, you aren’t.
If a tree falls in a forest and no one’s around to hear it, it does make a sound,
But then that sound is gone.

I’m not saying you will find the meaning of life in other people,
I’m saying other people are the life to which you provide the meaning.

See, we’re wrong when we say
‘I think therefore I am.’

The more we say it the more it sounds like 
‘I think therefore I will be.’

You cannot think yourself into a full table,
You cannot think and make walls and a roof appear around you
I have thought and thought myself into corners made of words and nightmares,
And what has it gotten me but more thoughts.

A currency that only buys more currency.

So please
If you want to continue existing,
do something.

Learn to make clouds using only your breath,
Build a house even if every wall leans to the left.
Love it anyway
Just like a season
Just like a child

Love how you hate yourself sometimes because, goddamn, at least there’s still something to hate
 
I know how easy it is to think and keep thinking until you’re the last person left on earth
Until the entire world becomes no larger than the space between your bed and the light switch

But,
I hear the world is ending soon.

When we go,

And we’re all going to go,

I will be part of it.

—  Neil Hilborn “This is Not the End of the World”