OTP: *would literally die for each other*
Me: Aw, cute.
Person A of my OTP: *literally dies for Person B*
Me: JUST BECAUSE YOU COULD DO IT DOESN’T MEAN YOU SHOULD DO IT

I always see that Tumblr post where people talk about having a timer that counts down until you meet your soul mate. But to be honest if I were to have something that leads me to my soul mate I don’t think id want a timer i’d want a compass.

alienjoyful:

I like the idea of being able to see the needle of the compass move around as my soul mate goes to the grocery store maybe thousands of miles away.

I like the idea of people taking a year off work to follow the little needle hoping that if they keep going they can find there other half.

Imagine widows whose compass needles are grey and broken and spin around and around continuously looking for there other half.

Imagine aromantic’s whose needle points at themselves or don’t have one at all or maybe they do but its blue and points at there friends when there close by.

Imagine polyamourous people with 2 or 3 needles on there compass and there big decision is trying to figure out which one to follow first.

Imagine parents worriedly looking at there childs compass that spins around day in and day out and they breathe a sigh of relief the day it stops spinning and starts pointing with determination to some hospital somewhere.

Imagine people going to shake hands and realizing that there needles are pointing diligently at each other and just laughing and smiling awkwardly at each other.

Imagine a being able to watch your needle move and follow someone who you love, who you never met, who you vow to one day meet.

actual stages of shipping

stage 1: aww hey theyd be cute together mannn what if they kissed that would be so rad ///u///
stage 2: what if they….. maDE OUT. what if they FUCKED
stage 4: ok but what if they talked about their feelings? what if one of them got hurt and the other one got worried and THEN they fucked wouldn’t that be grand
stage 5: aw shit can u imagine them getting married aw shit good shit gOOD SHIT
stage 6: kill them. kill one of them. kill the other one. give one of them permanent amnesia. make one have to kill the other. have them fuck and then feel horrible about it. have them ONLY fuck and nothing else. give one of them alzheimer’s. muRD E R TH EM
stage 7: wouldnt *sniff* wouldnt it be nice to *snuffle* to see them *blows into a tissue* see them h a p p y
stage 8: *watches any movie* where the fuck is the au with my otp?

uhuraaa:

apparently yelling “JUST KISS ALREADY” at your computer doesn’t make your OTP canon

applesun202:

Finding your OTP is a lot like finding the love of your life. You cant sleep and all the songs on the radio make sense.