Swifthead

[swifthead]

Man Supernatural looks scary

[swifthead]

Ive only watched at most three episodes. Fuck off.

[swifthead]

10 posts! Yay! I think?

[phantomrose96]

Fic idea where a lonely person sells their soul to Satan to be their friend. And Satan just rolls with it until he realizes at the time of their death he genuinely likes them.

Since he can’t renege on the contract he takes them to Hell and puts them in a high position of power. Demons hardened by millenia of torture now have to answer to a shy, self-conscious, quiet, depressed, lonely person who has unintentionally become Satan’s #1

[swifthead]

"Satan sat there, his mind wandering. Cherabeth, a female highschooler when he first met her, was now dying. He had to do something. He had already Gaven her things to make her live longer, but she refused to take the!, always, ALWAYS with that stupid, yet beautiful smile... He had been with her when she was a high schooler, and had gotten herself into a fight unintentionally. He had been there, disguised, and had sent those boys and girls packing, leaving the quiet girl shaking, bloody from her beating. He looked at her, and smiled happily. Blood always made things better. He had meant to turn around and leave, but just as he was leaving, she whispered pitifully 'P-please help me...' Against his own dark judgement... The Prince of Darkness... Helped her. He at first always hated being around her, but, increasingly, had came to... Well... Like this quiet, studious girl. He became protective of her, always helping her in tight spots, until she was about 35 human years old. She... Had contracted Leukemia, and was given a negative chance of living. The Dark Lord had found this out, and, for the first time, grew sad. He helped her all the time after that, visiting her with his elixirs and concoctions... But she refused them. Then one day, he came to visit, and she was nowhere to be seen in her room. He ran out, and demanded a nurse to tell him where she was, barely retaining his human characteristics. She told him, his face falling, as she told him she had died in the night. He had returned to his Hell, before, surprised, he found a young girl, looking much like Cherabeth did in High School, who noticed him, despite his demonic appearances, she knew his smell, a smoky, pungant smell, and ran into him, hugging him tightly. Everyone around him tightened up, before he hugged back. '...Cherabeth... Why are you here?..' She shook her head, crying slightly. 'I thought I had lost you... But when I died... An odd, Angelic man loomed over me, before sentencing me here... I'm so glad I didn't lose you...' And he took her in. That's where he was now, with her, in some kind of clerical glasses, looking through the files of people's lives who came to Hell, and him, sitting there, remembering everything."

[a-spoon-is-born]

Cutthroat Kitchen> Chopped

[ghostmullet]

@sailorleo

[clumsythumbs-blog]

Watch Chopped if you want to see legitimate dishes being made.

Watch Cutthroat Kitchen if you want to see legitimate culinary professionals try to create corn dogs while packed into a clown car.

[hokuto-ju-no-ken]

Cutthroat Kitchen is more or less the Mario Party of competitive cooking shows.

[swifthead]

Cutthroat kitchen is literally the best thing. Imagine if they made a kids Cutthroat Kitchen. Cutthroat Kitchen: Junior!

[swifthead]

Leafens Pataponian Adventures! The start of the beginning!

"Awaken, O Great Patapon... Your journey shall not stop here..." a small circle of light appears in front of a Young man in a bed. The man had been stabbed multiple times in his sleep. He was in his bedroom, with modern bedroom appliances and such. The dark red blood was seeping into the crisp, white linen.The man looked at the light. "Ar-Arceus?... Are you showing me the way home?..." The man asked the light. It responded. "No. But, come with me, Great one. The patapons need you...." The light asks, as suddenly the man is transported into a black caval abyss. "Wh-What am I doing here?" he asked. suddenly, a paper flies down into his hand, along with a magical pen. "First, what is your name?" It said for the first line. The man used the quill to write in "Leafen". The marking burned itself into the paper. Then, another thing appeared. "I Promise to Help the Patapons reach Earthend, and then... the final Frontier. I hereby Choose to accept this. And as such, I will be given a new form." It said. Leafen nodded and wrote his name again. Then it disappeared, and he was in a white room. There was one item to be chosen that consisted of three weapons. A sword and shield, a bow, and a Spear. and in front of those was a mask. It was a Dark, emerald green mask.These things suddenly attached themselves to him, along with a bag. He took out the Bow first, and looked at himself. He was now just looking like a ninja with a knights faceplate that didn't move and had a black visor. That's when a strange melody appeared from nowhere. A womans voice appeared, crisp and clean. "O Mmighty Patapon.. The patapons need you more than ever... You cannot forsake them now... Please... Help us. The Karmens have joined forces with some other tribe while we were on our way to Earthend... We need your help... O, Mighty Patapon... will you help us?" Leafen looked at himself, and fixed an arrow on his bow. "Yes. I am ready. I will help save the Patapons!" He says, as a bright light enveloped him. Hello, guys! Swifthead here, and do I have a question for you! Do you want to see this go on? Do YOU want to see what this 'Final Frontier' is? Well, all I need is your alls's opinions on this. Thank you. This is Swifthead, signing off.

[swifthead]

So adorbs. so adorbs.

[illness-and-instruments-blog]

[vickified]

“If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?”

lol yes, so then i can shave.

[livingmywayeveryday]

     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.       54 seconds.      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?      30 seconds.      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.      25 seconds.      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.      20 seconds.      I continue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up.      19. Faster.      18. Quicker.      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.      10 seconds.      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.”

[tiptreecrossing]

“Thats weird…” I checked my wrist, the clock had just hit the 30 second mark but I looked around and there was no one there. I was a worrisome guy overall but I felt justified, I mean today was the day I was meeting my soul mate. Not that I expected my dream girl to be in the storage closet at work but still I was nervous. 

Walking out with a box the boss had requested I walked back to my cash register setting it on the shelf. My wrist hit the 20 second mark

19 seconds

18 seconds

Where was she? I could not help but get worried that an error would pop up or that she was gone and my timer would run out with no response. I panicked, I’d change my own fate if I had to. Running out of time I hurried through the back door. There was a park outside and maybe I was supposed to be there to find my soul mate. 

10 seconds

9 seconds

A faint ding of the doorbell hit my ear. Wait was that it?? She was here! I turned around running back to the counter. “Don’t worry I’m just in the back!”

I ran out looking at my wrist as it hit zero. Out of breath “Hi I’m Matt!” Sticking out my hand for a handshake it was met by a firm hand. Meeting my soulmate’s eyes for the first time they spoke. 

“I’m Steven.” The man gave a smile “It’s nice to meet you.” 

 I watch my friend carefully. Her excitement is glowing all over her pretty face. Exactly 2 minutes left, she tells me. We’re waiting at the bus stop and the bus is coming in two minutes. I think she hoped she’d meet them on a beach at sunset or something.  ”I mean that’s ok - these things can’t always be romantic I mean my mum met dad when he was working at the book store and it’s not like you can plan it to be romantic I just hoped, I mean everyone hopes don’t they-” she breaks off, looking at me awkwardly. “Sorry. It’s just a big day for me you know.” Yes I do know. You’ve been going on about it for the past year. I smile at her.  ”Don’t worry. You nervous? You’ll be ok, you always are,” I grin, determined not to ruin this for her. It’s selfish of me to be moody. This is her future being determined. Right here. In now, precisely 1 minute 30 seconds.  She smiles at me, but it isn’t quite reaching her eyes. She’s restless and keeps tapping her foot. Her eyes are wide with.. fear? Excitement? Nerves? Probably all of them and a thousand more things I can’t imagine. She keeps checking her wrist. So do I. The bus comes around the corner. 1 minute 10 seconds.  ”Hey. I’ll leave you alone now ok? The bus is here. I’ll sit a couple of seats away, and be there if you need me,” I say, squeezing her arm reassuringly. “Good luck.” I hope it sounded sincere.  The bus pulls up and I climb on first, taking a quick glance at her while I give the driver my ticket. She’s shaking and looks a little green. I want to give her a hug but know I shouldn’t interrupt now. I look at the passengers and it’s full of pensioners. My heart starts beating frantically. What? I can’t see anyone else at the bus stop. But she’s only 18, she can’t end up with a 80 year old.   I turn around and look at her - she’s breathing hard. The bus driver asks if she’s ok but she ignores him. Her eyebrows are creased and her face is flushed. Oh. Oh no. Stay calm. Someone is probably late. I give her a thumbs up and try to smile reassuringly. I think it’s more of a grimace.  I take a seat near the back. Look at my watch. 25 seconds. She sits down a few seats away.

 Suddenly a dark shape runs past my window and a boy jumps on the bus. He has that same frantic look in his eyes. I breathe out with relief.  ”Yeah get on, we’re running late,” the driver says, taking his ticket. The boy looks around, carefully stepping towards the seats. He’s tall and handsome, holding a sketchbook. I smile slightly; my friend hates art.  4 seconds  He spots her.  3 seconds  His eyes widen as he walks closer, as if being pulled by an invisible rope.  2 seconds  My friend stands up too, that same rope tying her to him.  1 second -  ”I was worried the bus would leave. No way could I miss meeting my soul mate!” he jokes, though he looks just as nervous as she. They smile at each other as they both sit down together. I can’t hear what they’re talking about.

 I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Suddenly I’m crying. Hot tears dropping down my cheeks.

 I look at my wrist, scratching at it. Trying to get rid of it. 

 The numbers have never changed.

 They’ve always been at 0.

[opalowy]

Oh my god that last one…. My heart… The feels….

[youremybrandnewday]

AGH ALL OF YOU WRITE A BOOK THIS VERY INSTANT. PLEASE.

[xxarcane]

this is beautiful and everyone needs to read it

[tranquilihty]

i hate you tumblr, fucking breaking my goddamn heart

[ghostsneverleave]

Then, one day, you’re having dinner with a friend you’ve known for as long as you can remember (or perhaps a friend of the family), and you finally talk to them about your counter. You’re crying, explaining that it’s always been at 0, and so you must not have a soul-mate.

Their eyes widen. Tears begin to form, and they throw their arms around you.

"Mine has always been at 0 too."

And that’s when you know…

[vonmunsterr-deactivated20260113]

10 seconds: the doorbell rings, i get out of my chair 5 seconds: i give the man my money 0 seconds: i open the box. it is the most glorious pizza i have ever seen in my life.

[reyislife]

Just imagine that when you’re just starting kindergarten and they teach you about the time on your wrist, and you raise your hand in confusion and say “Mine isn’t working.” and one other kid says “Mine too.” And it’s the first kid you met on the first day of school. And your teacher just smiles at you two and you just sit there, young and confused until it sinks in a bit later.

[drhamza-saleh]

This has got to be one of the best posts on tumblr. I’m writing a book. That’s final.

[ir-dr]

Day 1133  - 14 January  2014

I was talking to someone recently about how google keeps track of your searches and

.//projectTiGER

[amberrunning-deactivated2017091]

[swifthead]

Marriland RP Swifthead's Christmas Bash!

http://www.marriland.com/forums/pokemon/pokemon-fun/pokemon-roleplaying/467334-pmdes-swiftheads-christmas-bash-accepting-not Feel free to join! I can do this with your help, whoever sees this!

[swifthead]

Legend of Swifthead Sneak Peek

The two men in armor looked at Swift and laughed. They then put out their hands and Swift was paralyzed. “Do you know who we are?” asked one of the men.

“N-n-no…” Swift said

“We are The Gatekeepers. There are one more of us, but she is not here right now. Our names are, starting with me, UNIVerse, This guy’s name is HERTZ, and the one who is not here is quantum. WE are the protectors of the Plotholes. WE are reploids. WE shall stop you from messing with this.” Said UNIVerse

“YES. ALL THIS IS TRUE.” Said HERTZ “BUT DO NOT THINK YOU HAVE THE STRENGTH TO FIGHT US.”

Swift started to stand up, and he broke his paralysis. “I will never back down from a challenge.”

[swifthead]

WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?

.... I dunno. I forgot.