#jacob speaks

[valleysgeko]

one of my classmates got a hold of my computer when I wasn't paying attention

sorry about y=that @w0wwerz 💔

if u saw it idk but I think they sent t it idk I mentioned ONE thing to them dawg this school pmo 💔

[winterjays]

Always going insane over Oliver’s delivery during the whole “you can have my back” exchange

Like wtf was that??? What were his directions?? Yeah ok “flustered” I guess 🙄

But if they said “act like you’ve got a stupid little crush on him”? There would’ve been no difference! None!

[alwaysinmyheartweet]

harry styles has been asking me if i know who i am for the past three days and he needs to Stop

[rooksxandxpints]

@neko-mun-rp​ liked for a starter

‘Don’t mess around with that Jacob, we have no idea what it can do.’ 

That was what he had been told, but had he listened? No, of course not. Jacob rarely took these ‘Eden’ pieces seriously, and had been fiddling with their latest acquisition from the Templars that still inhabited London. It had resembled something like a small golden pocket watch, with a turn piece in it’s dead center. Without much care or thought, Jacob had turned the piece without thinking, and then was rewarded with an assault of a bright golden glow, blinding him. He had heard the shouts of his sister, but soon her voice faded as his body suddenly felt like it was weightless for a few moments...

Then he found himself crashing hard on the ground, face meeting dirt and grass as he wheezed, the Eden piece suddenly gone from his palm, and Jacob had found himself in a place far too sunny and warm to be his beloved London.

Which is how Jacob had found himself wandering around in search of anyone who could tell him exactly where he was. his first guess was that the pocket watch had simply teleported himself somewhere outside of London, although hopefully he was still in England.

Those hopes were slowly extinguishing themselves when he had found a group of people, waving them down and trying to ask for directions, only to be met with wary stares and a language he did not understand. He had tried explaining, and when that didn’t work, he tried articulating with gestures. Also didn’t work, but it had brought some laughter out of the two children that were present.

“Well....This is one hell of a predicament.” He grumbled to himself as one of the children was brave enough to approach him and start tugging at the end of his coat.

What was he going to do?

[urpuppybf]

u know wat. Maybe if I posted more on here rather then just rbs and stuff. U guys could actually get to know me more Lol

[jelly-phantom]

Sketches

[pretty-boys-mlm-blog]

if u tied your jacket around your waist as a kid congrats ur trans now

[minishmarbles]

Cursed knowledge I have to know so now you do too.

(Pic ids, two screenshots of google search results. One showing the birthday, and deathday of J r r Tolkein, author of The Lord of the Rings, the other showing the birthday and deathday of Pablo Picasso, abstract artist and pioneer of cubism and Collages. END ID)

Not only were Picasso and J RR Tolkien alive at the same time, they both saw the moon landing, the invention and normalization of the television, world war 1 and 2 and they died just short of the invention of the at home computer.

Tldr : History over laps in a lot of weird, incredibly cursed ways and I dont like it.