Doctor Who 50th Anniversary Giveaway
1 will win any Doctor Who inspired print or accessory from Flirty Duets
Rules For This Giveaway:
Winner announced December 25th
-Only reblogs count
-Up to 10 reblogs
-We will ship worldwide and pay all postage fees
-You don’t have to be following our blog
-A random number generator will be used to find a winner
-Some sold out items are included.
「幸せなら手をたたこう」を歌うオカメインコ (by Ikoino Mori)
the happiest bird with a styrofoam tray for a hat
I feel so happy just watching it
I hardly post stuff, and it’s usually just reblogs, but thank you. I love you all
1. Book bed
2. Cabroilet Bed
3. Roller Coaster Bed
4. Millennium Falcon Bed
5. Net bed
6. Sofa-Bunk Bed
7. Bird’s Nest Bed
8. Morfeo Sofa Bed
9. Sandwich bed
10. Bath Bed
11. Beam bed
I love how the last doesn’t have anything.
EVERY one. Every last one.
This gave me fucking goosebumps.
This mallard is a friggin genius
“If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?”
One minute, 37 seconds.
My legs are shaking. Holy cow, there is no way I can do this. None.
One minute, 29 secods.
I glance around at the faces surrounding the room. Of course my Meeting would take place in the gross, overcrowded cafeteria.
One minute, six seconds.
Somewhere within these four walls, someone has the exact same countdown on their wrist. They’re going through the exact same pressure as me.
Mom said I should be excited, not nervous. Yet I still find myself wiping my sweaty palms on my dress. I can’t believe she talked me into wearing a dress. I mean, shouldn’t my Soul Mate meet me as I normally am? All plain jeans, blah shirts, and wild brown curls?
Something deep within me tells me to stand up. I do, drawing the attention of my tablemates. They all know too. They smile encouragingly up at me. I chew my lip nervously.
That same feeling pulls me towards the center of the room. My stomach drops away from me as I take a step in that direction.
I continue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up.
17. More rapid.
16. It’s racing.
Oh my god this is it. The moment my life changes forever.
My eyes search frantically around the cafeteria, searching for someone who looks as nervous as me. For someone who’s heading towards their future with no sense of direction like me.
The feeling directs me slightly to the left. I turn to accomodate.
5. My heart has given up entirely.
4. I stop walking.
3. Just waiting left.
2. Everything is about to change.
1. Deep breath.
0000 d 00 h 00 m 00 s
Someone bumps my shoulder. I twirl around and my gray eyes meet blue, blue ones.
“Hello there, love. It appears as though we’re Soul Mates then, eh?”
As my words fail me, the only thing I can think is “I’m so glad I shaved this morning.”
I’m sitting outside a cafe when it happens, sipping some cheap drink, pretending to enjoy the sunshine. The counter runs to zero, and there is an audible click, the tab deactivates, falls off. The clink of polyurethane to cobblestone floor is echoed a few feet ahead of me. I shake a proffed hand, look up at a disdainful face.
“This is all I get?”
It’s just a couple more weeks, now. I’ve been watching closely as the numbers tick steadily down. Just a couple more weeks, I keep telling myself. Out of my group of friends, I’m on what they like to call the “fast track,” people whose numbers start much lower than others.
Two weeks, six days, fifteen hours. The clock keeps ticking. Two weeks, one day, four hours.
The days are getting so close now I’m pretty sure my uncontrollable excitement is starting to seriously annoy everyone around me. My friends tease me incessantly about who they imagine my soul mate will be. Tall, short, fat, dimples, nail biter, foot tapper.
At one week, three days, and seven hours, the clock stops.
Instead of a soul mate I get condolences, a therapist, and a broken clock.
he had always tried to cover up his clock, it made him feel uneasy and he preferred not to know. He want the moment to be right because it feel right, not because the numbers on his wrist (however accurate they might be) said so.
Even so, He knew it is soon, the exact time slipped his mind but he knew that there were only hours left when he showered that morning. He had casually wondered what happens to the clock when it reaches zero…
And so, on this day, the most important day of his life, Sean made no unusual effort, the red scarf around his wrist stopped the nerves. And the board under his feet distracted his mind. Where was he going? Sean wasn’t sure. Fate knew.
Grinding to a stop at a busy road, his eyes were drawn to a boy in a bright blue sweatshirt, carefully unwrapping a bright red scarf from his right wrist. He had his eyes closed, and appeared to be holding his breath.
Suddenly he opened his eyes, but before he looked at his wrist he glance upwards. Sean felt the thump of his heart stopping as their eyes met.
The boy in blue began to run to Sean, his face full of happiness and uncertainty, forgetting to watch traffic. Sean was too late. All he could do was shout.
Blue was becoming stained with red as Sean ran to the fallen boy, He lifted his right wrist to find the clock stopped at 0d 0h 0m 1s and with a haunting feeling he began to unwrap his own wrist, he didn’t know what to hope for.
Sean’s clock had stopped at 0d 0h 0m 1s.
I hope you know that I hate every last one .
No that’s okay guys, I didn’t need my heart
Reblogging again because i fucking can…. *cries*
My eyes went up around this cafe inside of a Barnes and nobel
What terrible schmuck would end up with me?
The clock was at 10 minutes and 20 seconds.
He was late, my eyes moved to the road outside when I felt a vibration in my pocket.
"Theodore?" I asked, when I heard his voice at the other end.
"I’m so sorry Nora, I’m running late, I just got caught in traffic, I hope it isn’t to much of a bother for you, I would understand if we rescheduled.
"Shh." I said on the other end.
"It’s no problem, I can look at books, how is Emily?" I asked, when I could feel a smile at the other end.
"I know me and her. We are going to be sole mates Nora. I mean my clock is getting down there, and I know her’s is running short, I know once she see’s me. She will know. We’ve only texted but I can tell she is the girl."
"You know we still haven’t met yet." I said on the other end.
"Yeah but we are meeting up today, I still have some time on my clock. What about you?"
I lied “i have quite a bit of time on my clock. ” I faked a smile, him breathing.
"That and you know where going to meet up toda-"
The line broke off, nothing but white noise at the other end.
"Theodore?" I asked, looking out of the window, seeing a blue car plummeted into a semi, right in front of my eyes. I looked down at my clock.
the clock was frozen, then started to tick again at 1 minute and 10 seconds.
"Theodore?" I screamed in the cafe, running out, still looking down at my clock. One minute and 2 seconds. I felt all the eyes on my back, wondering what was happening.
I ran and sprinted towards the accident.
I kept running
Why was this happening now? Why did it have to be this way, I just hoped he was lying about his clock too.
I found his body, lifeless in the car. Eyes shut when I felt my band hit the floor.
His clock was still on his wrist, ticking away. He was still alive.
I was in love with him.
But he wasn’t in love with me.
I covered my mouth, tears streaming down my face when I saw the time on his clock
One week away from meeting his love.
His eyes slid open and I wanted to shut them and keep them shut for a week longer. He saw my clock, on the floor. His eyes shut closed. A quivering sigh coming from him. He looked over at his own clock, still ticking away. His face bloodied and mangled and I heard one grunt come from him
"I’m… So sorry Nora."
I would love him all my life, while he would never reciprocate.
I GOT SO EXCITED YOU GUYS BUT THIS IS JUST NO
FUCKIN BEDS MAN
THIS ONE IS LIKE A FUCKIN EGG AND IT CAN LIGHT UP AND IT’S CUSHY
THIS ONE’S ALL SUSPENDED AND SCIENCE-Y
THIS ONE LOOKS NATURISH BUT THEN IT’S LIKE BAM AND HAS THESE LITTLE ICE PLASTIC SHIT GOIN ON IT’S SO COOL
THIS ONE HAS A FUCKING SNUGGLE CORNER UNDER THE STAIRS
BOING BOING MOTHERFUCKERS
SHIPPITY SHIP SHIP
HERES ONE WITH A FUCKIN NEST IF YOU LIKE THAT SHIT
Oh my heck can I just…