The Slightly Boring Life as a ClocktowerThe Slightly Boring Life as a ClocktowerMore Like This
Time goes on endlessly, never stopping to wait for anyone but itself. I am the timekeeper of London and its inhabitants, reminding them every fifteen minutes that time goes on.
I have been alive and well since 1859, only having broken my arm twice in my existence.
The days had been passing slowly, like they usually did, but as the world moved around me I realized that one of my arms no longer moved! My heart stopped in fear at the thought of failing in my duties, but to my astonishment the humans did not get angry with me. They instead crawled up on their spindly floating floors to give me a new, lighter arm. This had been the first time that I had gotten to see the humans up close, and they were, odd... I did feel much better knowing that I could keep up my duties as before. Even though I am not perfect with my timekeeping and need assistance every now and then from the humans.
The oddest feeling though is when the humans crawl up my bel
Hackers every fucking where*This is NOT a joke. This hacker alert is actually REAL for once!!!*More Like This
Somehow, there's a hacker lurking around here who not only changes the name of users around here, but he also posts a journal entry claiming that you'll commit suicide, and he'll troll with the same journal entry by adding inappropriate comments! He'll even add insult to injury by writing naughty comments on your page, and add a crude drawing of a male's private parts! If he reads this, he'll probably think twice before hacking! Spread the word, and stop this evil hacker before you become his next victim!
Copy and paste this to your journal so that it doesn't happen to you!!!
If I DiedIf you don't care- stop readingMore Like This
If you would come to my funeral- fave this
If you would miss me- comment with a heart
Re-post this and see who your REAL friends are Another thing. I can;t stop listening to this -.-
Male!Belarus x Reader - ProtectMore Like This
If there had ever been a time in which Nikolai thought he’d hit the highest point of his anger, then what he felt now was – at the very least – double that.
“Ni-Nikolai? This is _-_____, I-I’m calling f-from the phone at w-work. Listen, N-Nikolai, I need you to call the police right now–”
“Why? _____, are you alri–”
“Just hurry, Nikolai! T-Tell them to go to my workplace, we-we’re having an emergency. Quick, th-they’re c-coming upstai– …”
“Hello? _____!? _____!”
A shiver ran through Nikolai’s body at the mere thought of your phone call from earlier, his blood boiling as he gripped the steering wheel so tightly that it squeaked under the pressure. Whatever speeding limit it was, Nikolai was certain he exceeded it by at least fifty percent; but for now, he didn’t care about the risk of a speeding ticket.
A low, almost animalistic grow