American Derp

the other girls wont stop calling me a fat fuck

and other mean things

In a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they’ll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muses reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.

Looking down at his wrist for what seemed like the third time,he looked and saw the remaining time on the timer was roughly six minutes. Though,as he glanced around his surroundings,he became a bit confused since he wasn’t sure why anyone else would be around here at this time considering he was the only one here and it was quite late at night. So,how could he even meet someone here if there was no one?

Hearing footsteps coming from behind him proved that his thought had been wrong,there was indeed someone else here which made him turn to look and see who else was here,almost as if it was an instinct for him to. Head tilting slightly as he looked at the other,he didn’t even realize that the timer was out of time.

[Text:] A shame, really, as fireworks have the tendency to be quite beautiful.

[txt]: so what you planning to do after this again??

Well… Thanks. You’re a lot nicer than that other one of me, at least. He was a jerk. Convinced he was better looking-

*Yep he’s clearly just down in the dumps in general- cue the loud sigh.*

They get like that sometimes, the doubles I mean. All you got to do’s remember they’re not all us, though. I mean, you. Well you get what I’m saying—

[And he raises an eyebrow at this.]

Nah... It's just this whole day in general. Every year it's like this.

Their daring, nerve, and chivalry set Gryffindors apart.

Just taking attendance!

Slytherin click here

Ravenclaw x

[How odd indeed. He’ll offer him a curious look from the side.]