Tumblr should really give you a warning when you’re about to hit the post limit. Like a little pop-up that says “Hey, slow down there, soldier! You’ve been blogging a fuckton! You’re (20) posts away from exceeding your daily post limit! Maybe it’s time to go outside and play.”
If people don’t stop reblogging this I’m going to throw myself off Mt. Everest.
I can see it now:
We live in an age where everyone has a camera on them one way or another and information is spread around the globe at the speed of light and the degree at which we apply and regard security is at an all time high….
…. and somehow a two hundred feet long, three hundred thousand pound aircraft carrying two hundred and thirty-nine souls has completely vanished.
Our tiny blue marble has become frighteningly huge in the worst way possible
Dean shuffles awkwardly on his feet as his lips stretch into a smile that’s quickly making his flushed cheeks numb. He looks up at the guy in front of him- messy dark hair sticking up in all sorts of directions, grinning at the cameraman to their right and the woman standing next to him.
"Are you filming this?", he asks, with a voice much deeper than Dean expected, and the woman giggles and says that yes, they are, and that they’re free to take their time and get comfortable.