week 8 of 52

The Final Countdown

Request: Hi!! I was wondering if you could do one with either Dan + Reader or Phil + Reader about that story that goes around tumblr about how you have timers on yourself (I think your wrist?) that count down the months, days, hours, and seconds until you meet your soulmate, maybe when they meet at a meet and greet?? Thanks!! :D 

Pairing: Dan x Reader (I might do a Phil one in the future based of this sort of request, but I’m already working on one for him so I figured I’d write one for Dan too :)

Warnings: Literally none, other than the fact that this is probably terrible writing. 

Fic:

47 days, 12 hours, 5 minutes, and 26 seconds. The arrangement of numbers blinked back at you from their place on your wrist. They were supposedly there to tell you how long it will be until you meet your soulmate, but in all honesty they were just stressing you out more than anything right then.

You pulled a baggy sweater on over your head, watching as the fabric ate away the little blinking numbers. And then you were just Y/N. Awkward, socially stunted, nerdy Y/N, minus all that soul mate business. Funny how a little chip of metal could start to alter all of that. 

You pushed a bagel down into the toaster, making a mental note to yourself to actually pull it out before it ended up burning like the last few ties. And then  moved on to your coffee, realizing way too late that you had ever so conveniently forgotten to pick up coffee rounds at the store (again) and were stuck with one of the little packs of instant coffee that you had saved specifically for this sort of occasion. You pulled your mug, the white one with little cat whiskers at the top of it, from the cupboard. 

After filling it with water and sticking it in the microwave for the right amount of time, you did what a good Samaritan, such as yourself, should have done and started to respond to emails- that is until a little notification popped up saying that Danisnotonfire had uploaded a new video. 

It’s not like you could actually be expected to do something productive when there was a brand new YouTube video to watch. And so that’s how you spent the next four minutes of your life (and also how you managed to burn your third bagel that week).

                                                          ~

10 days, 1 hours, 52 minutes, and 8 seconds. Over-sized hoodies, sweatshirts, and really just anything with long sleeves became your go-to outfits of choice . Your timer had gotten you panicked over the past few days, the continuously dropping numbers starting to make your anxiety rear its ugly head. 

You were grabbing groceries, your earbuds loudly playing Fall Out Boy as you went along, throwing bread, eggs, and Oreos in to your cart. on second thought you tossed in a pack of Mac N’ Cheese too. A dinner for champions, really. 

                                                           ~

5 days, 6 hours, 12 minutes, and 26 seconds. You’ve never been this stressed. Not even when you had to do speeches back in secondary school. Your fingers curled and uncurled around your mug of tea. It was probably cold now at that point, as it had been sitting on the table for a good twenty minutes, but you drank it anyhow. The TV played an old rerun of Friends, a marathon most likely, and you took a few deep breaths, trying to focus on the show.

                                                            ~

1 day, 4 hours, 20 minutes, 14 seconds. You were ecstatic, you had actually managed to briefly push the thought of soulmates out of your mind. You were meeting Dan and Phil tomorrow. The Dan and Phil. 

You quickly poured food in to your cat’s bowl, sitting down on the floor next to her as she ate. 

“It’s freaking tomorrow. Holy crap. I’m so nervous,” You said aloud to yourself. “Or maybe I’m excited. I have no idea.”

You purposely kept your wrist down, averting your eyes from the numbers. The last thing you needed was more reason to be anxious. 

                                                              ~

0 days, 0 hours, 10 minutes, 51 seconds. You were there. You were actually there. In the same building as Dan and Phil, surrounded by some of the most wonderful people you’d ever met. The entire idea of timers and soulmates was wiped from your head, and you let yourself laugh with the others in your group as a sweet girl named Eden made a joke. 

“What do you think they’re like? Dan and Phil I mean,”Kathrine, the girl standing next to you asked to no one in particular, looking around as she spoke. 

“Tall,” Another girl answered with a laugh, and a few others agreed. 

“Nerdy,” Someone from the back of the group quipped. 

“Nice, I’m sure,”Added the boy to your right, whom you’d helped draw whiskers on earlier. You nodded in agreement. They would be overly nice, surely.

                                                                ~

0 days, 0 hours, 0 minutes, 40 seconds. Dan and Phil gave you a matching a set of grins, and you smiled back so hard it hurt. You gave Phil a hug first. And told him you were doing very well when he asked you how you were. 

You gave Dan a hug next and before you could stress out about the fact that you were nearly crying on your favorite Youtubers, you heard a soft beeping and felt a strange tingling sensation in your wrist. 

He must’ve heard it too as he pulled away quickly, staring down at you with wide brown eyes as he gently pulled up his sleeve, his timer blinking up at the two of you. His blank timer blinking up at the two of you. 

You mirrored his actions, tugging your sleeve up far too slowly before coming coming face-to-face with dashes rather than numbers. Your heart beat ten times faster than normal and your stomach was filled with butterflies as you looked back up to him. 

“It’s you,” He said, a massive grin on his face.

“we don’t need to raise minimum wage”

Someone working 40 hours a week on minimum wage nets about $290 a week before taxes.

That’s the equivalent weekly pay of the workers at the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory ($7-$12 per week in 1911 would be $171-$293 per week today), and if you can get a full-time job that’s considered lucky.

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[ 05.03.17 | 19:08 ] Week 8/9?? of @whycantistudyinpeace‘s 52-Week BuJo Challenge: Things you are Grateful For :3 I’ve been so late at uploading bc I literally am left with no more space every week 😥 

When all them green spreads for March and then I go for black and white 😂  Featuring Jung Soojung asdhsad baaaee

Today is 4/25

4 plus 2 plus 5 is 11

there are 3 numbers, 11 / 3 is 3.6

remove the decimal and you get 36

36 days forward into the year is May 31

May 31 is also known as 5/31

5 plus 31 is 36

36 / 3 is 12

there are 12 months in a year

There are 3 complete season on the Julian calendar (cause new year is halfway between winter)

12 / 3 is 4

There are 7 days in a week

4 x 7 is 28

There are 52 weeks in a year

52 / 28 is 1.8

round that up and you get 2

add one for the extra day in a leap year and you get 3

A triangle has 3 sides

Time and the calendars were created by the Illuminati confirmed

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Here’s day 52 of 365! I finished my Sapphire to match with this Ruby picture that I did some months ago! They were both done in pencil on cartridge paper.

Art by @msdanig-gem
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anonymous asked:

I may just be an idiot and maybe we live in different places, but I live in the US and it's 9pm so where the fuck is Chapter 13 on Bus Rides I've been waiting all week it's so goood😂💞

it’s 8:52 where i am right now and i always post at 10:00 it’s coming i promise

You’re lonely and alone and 
your knees knock together
like a door slamming shut.

It is autumn outside and
autumn inside, too - in your
bones, in your bed, in your
eyes. Your mouth is full of
dust and broken roots, your 
heart always falling, falling,
falling. You don’t bother to
pick it up, not anymore.

You’ve forgotten that you
don’t need to. You have
forgotten that you do not
need to be indestructible.
Even the tallest buildings
crumble to the ground,
but they can always be
built up again.

You can always be
built up again. Buy yourself
a new skin. Wear their
laughter like a scarf. Does
it feel like homecoming yet?

—  Darshana Suresh, week 8 of 52 - “regrowth”
Tonight I realized
You could never fall
In love
With me
And this is
Great; because
I like you way too much
To watch you fall
For something
So deficient
So vicious
So dead
—  s.b. (52 weeks/ 52 writings #8)

phantom--24601  asked:

Hello! I just wondered how you re-calculated to 524 shows after so long!?! It must be quite difficult to work out with holidays, days you were ill, extra matinees and so on haha! Congratulations on so many shows as Eponine though, that's a lot of 'On My Own's! So in that case, half a million people have seen you in Les Mis! Amazing Carrie! :D xxx

I actually got the 524 number wrong as I over calculated by an extra show and I forgot to add on how many shows I’ve done since I’ve been back since War of the Worlds!

But here’s how!

So…If I was to have done EVERY show between the 17th of June 2013 and the 16th of June 2014…that would be 52 weeks and 8 shows a week. That’s 416 shows. 

However, we all get 28 days holiday. Personally, my holidays equalled 37 shows. I was also ill with tonsillitis for 5 days, two of which were matinee days so thats 7 shows. So all in all I was off for 44 days. 

416-44=372

However, we had an extra show put in, in the February half term which equals 373! (We also had an extra show the week of New years 2013 but that was to make up for the show we lost on Christmas Day as the cast get that day off. So it was a 7 show week followed by a 9 show week which still totals as 16 shows in two weeks…as if we’d done two 8 show weeks). 

So that’s 373 shows in my first year at Les Mis!

Ya with me? (coz I can’t keep up myself!!)

Okay so from June 16th - November 10th this year was 21 weeks. 21 weeks at 8 shows a week is 168 shows. I’ve had 12 shows off for holiday and 6 shows off sick. 168-18=150. Then since I’ve been back at Les Mis I’ve done another 14 shows (including tonight’s show) which is 164 shows. 

So 373+164=537!

As of January 2nd 2015, I have done 537 shows as Eponine at Les Miserables in London!

PHEWF! 

:)

xxx

52 Books In 52 Weeks

Book 8: Divergent by: Veronica Roth

I picked this up on a whim this weekend. Okay, well not completely on a whim since it has been on my to-read list since it came out but I had no plans of reading it anytime soon. Then I was food shopping and walking by the book isle in Stop & Shop and there it was. I don’t know why, maybe I’m still not over the Hunger Games, but I suddenly wanted it.

I finished it about 24 hours later. I just couldn’t put it down. Roth’s writing style is simple and flows so easily that before I knew it I was half way done. 

I have to say that I actually like Tris, which is unusual for female protagonists (especially in YA novels). I don’t know why, I’m just overly critical of them. I suppose Tris could have been called whinny at times, but given what she was going through and the fact that she was a 16 year old girl who until that point had been living a soft life, it’s not something that bothered me. 

And then there’s Four. I liked Four. I liked how complex he could be.

The only thing I can say I disliked about this book  (though it did little to impact my enjoyment) was how predictable it turned out to be. Not the whole story, but most of the little twists I could see coming from a mile away.

Oh in regards to people claiming that it’s a rip off of the Hunger Games, not even close. While I can see some similarities between the two, that can mostly be attributed to that fact that they are both dystopian young adult novels. Divergent is 100% it’s own story, and it’s a damn good one.

5/5 stars

A little talk for tumblr.

So my birthday is today and i want to give a huge shutout to my mom to my mom for CHOOSING LIFE.  Yep, that’s right.  You, see, I’m a twin and when my mom was pregnant with my sister and I, she did some tests at the hospital to see if she was having a boy or a girl.  At this time she didn’t know she was expecting twins.  So, the doctor took the test and the numbers were all askew because we were twins.  The doctor didn’t know we were twins either, so he matched up the numbers to this rare disease where your spine wasn’t formed completely, the skull was misshaped and the child would have severe mental problems.  He strongly suggested abortion.  But being the Catholic woman she was, my mom said no.  Why? Because this:

  • From the moment of conception, the baby has a completely different set of DNA from the mother, so the baby isn’t just another ‘organ’ or ‘tissue’
  • 18 DAYS into pregnancy, the baby has a BEATING HEART.  We associate a beating heart with LIFE, right?  So we can agree it is in fact, ALIVE
  • In 28 days, the baby has eyes, ears and a tongue.  These features are found on humans, so the baby must be human, right?
  • In 30 days, the child has blood flowing in her veins and a developing brain
  • In 42 days, the baby has reflexes
  • In 45 days, the baby can MOVE.  And can be SEEN as a small HUMAN 
  • In 52 days it can frown
  • In 8 ½ weeks, the fingerprints of the baby are forming
  • In 11 weeks, the baby learns to BREATH on it’s own and can SMILE
  • In 18 weeks, the baby can DREAM (REM sleep)
  • In 4 ½ months, the baby can hear her mother’s heart
  • In 5 months, the baby is sensitive to sound and will jump if anything is too loud.  She can also SUCK HER THUMB
  • In 26 weeks, the baby can recognize her mother’s voice

This is why my mom chose life, and because of this, there are two young women taking in the beauty of the world.  We have met so much people and intertwined ourselves into their lives, I can’t possibly fathom how it would be if we were not here.

There is Scientific Evidence that proves that a fetus is a living human.  They have so much potential to be future doctors or world leaders, yet we never give them a chance.  America contradicts  itself so many times:

  • In the Declaration of Independence there is the line that says “Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness” are our “inalienable rights.”  So the unborn children )which we have proved them to be in fact, human and alive) are not given these basic human rights?
  • When a pregnant women is killed, it is considered a ‘double homicide.’  So if we say ‘double homicide’ then the baby must be considered a human right?  and if it’s a human, then why are we slaughtering them?
  • Planned Parenthood has been caught red handed selling baby body parts for “research” labeling an arm or a leg, etc.  Selling baby body parts are illegal in the US, yet why are there no dramatic action taken on by the government or the people

My dad is a registered Democrat, my family is incredibly liberal, but we still hold onto these truths.

I am proud to be Catholic, by choice, and Pro-Life.  My voice, like, many others on this website have been squashed, but I speak for the 55 MILLION American children who will not be able to experience the world we live in due to abortion and modern feminism.

A third of my generation was taken because of abortion.  Gone are my classmates, teammates, neighbors and friends.

decided to do some math after seeing that last post. current net worth of bill gates is ~75B. to get that in years of working minimum wage you divide by 52 (weeks), then 40 (hours), then ~8 (pay rate). his current net worth is worth about four and a half million years of minimum wage labor. since the number is so hard to fathom I wanted to break it down and found the average retirement age is ~65, so lets say each of us has ~45 years of labor on average (probably more tbh). if we divide his total by that we get just above a hundred thousand lifetimes of labor.

bill gates currently owns the value of an entire lifetime’s worth of labor for 100,000 humans

but of course the workers microsoft employs in china are not making minimum wage they make about 50¢ an hour. a good portion of his wealth is the surplus value of those workers, so I redid the math. with the adjusted pay rate he instead owns the value of a lifetime’s worth of labor for 1.6 million humans. that is fucking outrageous.