You Are All Little Pieces Of The Universe. Just Look At Your Body!

Anomaly #???

Y’know I’ve been thinking…

On July 13th some major shit went down.

Cry For Help and shit hitting the fan with Pearl

A Tale Of Two Stans and shit hitting the fan with Stanford and Stanley

Five Nights At Freddy’s 4 and shit hitting the fan WITH EVERYTHING

AND PLUTO FOR SOME REASON?????

NOT TO MENTION THE PROBE THAT FLEW BY PLUTO LOOKS LIKE BILL. IM NOT EVEN KIDDING ALEX HIRSCH EVEN MADE A TWITTER POST ABOUT IT JUST LOOK

ITS ALL ONE BIG CONSPIRACY I JUST KNOW IT

dealing with the worst case scenario

your condom breaks

you feel a lump on your breast

your friends are ignoring you

you’re stranded on an island 

you got rejected by a crush

you get into a car accident

you got stung by a bee/wasp

you got fired from your job

you’re in an earthquake

your tattoo gets infected

your house is on fire

you’re lost in the woods

you get arrested abroad

you get robbed

your partner cheated on you

you’re on a ship that’s sinking

you fall into ice

you’re stuck in an elevator

you hit a deer with your car

you have food poisoning

your pet passed away

you fall off of a horse

you or your friend has alcohol poisoning

you have toxic shock syndrome

your house has a gas leak

how did jk manage to write ootp and not come to the conclusion that the only career w any true meaning for harry james potter was as a goddamn professor at hogwarts like how do u write the da scenes and say “nah he’d want to be a wizard cop”

Hey guys, remember that one time, in that one Japanese-inspired show with a color-coded team, where the zen-guy with a 6th sense sacrificed himself with a smile to stop the ultimate evil in the season finale?

And then the new season starts, and rest of the team started to break apart, and the responsible one keeps arguing with the wisecraker, but they didn’t realize that his spirit had entered another vessel and he was still alive? 

But eventually they travel to a jungle and find him, now in a silver, fully robotic body with new powers and junk?

…

…

WAIT A SECOND.

Modern Avatar crews

gojo, or as the mortals called him, hades, had a problem.

he’s had no issues with women, none whatsoever. being part of the big three meant that with his title (and riches) people flocked to get his attention.

and sure, years ago he didn’t care about who’s attention he was on the receiving end of. he had no feelings attached when it came to this sort of thing.

but he feels helpless now.

and he knows he can’t do anything to solve it.

the meadows were warm with a breeze summer could bring. the gods were known for their temperament, so the humans cherished what they could.

your mother was known for bringing their harvest and crops, and you watched from the fields with your nymph friends as the flowers bloomed and blossomed.

gojo watched from afar as you laughed with your girls, your head tilting back as you covered your mouth.

you were perfect and unattainable.

and not because he was the certain god of death that everyone feared, or because you were a devout follower of artemis. but because your mother swarmed off any man who dared approach you. and gojo understood, men were vile and filthy creatures.

but he was no man.

you look up suddenly, to where he was, eyes scrunching as you look from across the field, squinting to see if there was a certain sense of difference around there.

“my lady? what’s wrong?” one of the nymphs asked worriedly after you went silent.

you purse your lips, seeing nothing near the trees, just rows and rows of flowers.

you shrug, looking back at them as if nothing happened.

“nothings wrong,” you wave off, smiling, “must’ve been the wind.”

you look back to the flowers, some yellow, some pink, but one lone red that swayed with the breeze.

strange, you thought, that wasn’t there before.

you go back to talking, laughing along with their stories as you try not to think about the flower,

and gojo, the god of the underworld, tries not to think about you.

why commit murder when you can have one of these

come on guys 

Feelin like I missed the Good Decades, aw well. To the future we go. Taken 6/24/15 Gulf of Mexico. (at Gulf Of Mexico) https://www.instagram.com/p/BuJOmLnhv9H/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=bph9sat12o4s

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