Origin: Ann Arbor, Michigan, USA (most specifically the University of Michigan campus)
Meaning: “It means we’re starting things late. I don’t know how this official practice started, but supposedly some classes didn’t really start until 10 minutes after the time listed in the catalog. A 9 am class actually started at 9:10, etc. There may be an official story as to how and when this started but I don’t know it.. Now it can be applied to any class, meeting, or event on campus. People might look at the clock, see that it’s 5 minutes past meeting time but an expected person isn’t there yet, and inevitably someone will say, “oh, maybe he’s on Michigan time” and there will be some smiles and laughs and everyone relaxes. For some events, starting 10 minutes later really is an accepted, normal thing, but “We’re on Michigan time” is also sometimes trotted out as an excuse (or forgiveness) for being late.”
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And I will give you all my heart, so we can start it all over again
apparently it’s cards for humanity online
aaaand i wanna check it out so will y’all come join pls
i’m Linds the password is holla
oh btw guess who has a job now this girl \o/
Let me tell you about book!Enjolras. When one of the revolutionaries got drunk and shot an unarmed citizen, Enjolras grabbed the man by his hair, forced him to his knees, and gave him one minute to say his prayers. He stood calmly timing him on his watch as the man screamed and begged at his feet, then put a pistol to his head and shot him. Then “he thrust the body aside with his foot and said, ‘Get rid of that.’” Enjolras had no problem giving Gavroche a gun. Enjolras stayed at the back of the barricade because he knew that he had to stay alive to give orders. Enjolras killed the young National Guard who was loading the cannon even though it pained him to do so— he shed single tear, called him “brother” and shot him to buy a few precious minutes. Enjolras instructed the revolutionaries to keep a stack of several paving stones on the first floor of the cafe, and when the National Guard attacked, they threw them on the soldiers below and crushed them. Enjolras found several bottles of wine in the back of the cafe; he placed them on the first floor, too, so that when they inevitably ran out of bullets they could use the bottles as clubs. When he was finally pinned down, surrounded by the bodies of his friends and and facing twenty members of the National Guard, Enjolras threw away his gun, offered them his chest, and said, “shoot me.” He refused a blindfold.
Enjolras is vicious. Enjolras is angry. And above all, Enjolras is an idealist; and there is absolutely nothing more dangerous.
Idk if one direction has been notified, but it’s not very big news to go on a world tour when you are currently on a fucking world tour.