Can you fucking imagine being one of the people in Will Graham’s class. He never looks at anyone in the eyes. He gets startled if you talk to him when he’s not expecting it. His introductory slideshow is “Hi I’m Will Graham. I used to work Homicide but now I Don’t. Welcome to your forensic profiling class.” And at first you’re like “Oh I guess he just wasn’t cut out for the homicide Work?” But then every class as one of his lectures he holds your hand through a murder step by step with complete explanation without batting an eye, so you think “if it wasn’t the brutality that got to him what WAS it?” And then Jack Crawford walks in one day after class to talk to him and then there’s an article going around about him being actually insane but you look at him and then at the article and you’re like. “This guy?? The guy who barely assigns homework because he’s tired??? That guy???? No way”
And then he gets arrested for 4 murders, you never see him teach that class again, no one knows the full scope of the situation and rumors are probably insane. Like girl what the fuck
sorry like i cannot get ofur the fact that dib and the tallest just hung out on call fur like a whole week.
like what the fuck are mew four doing. why are mew so happy dib. mewre nefur that happy. and the tallest are just putting up with this they try to get zim off the phone as quickly as pawssibly but this fucking fureak and the defective sir unit? oh nyeah keep calling that thang fur a week straight thats fine. ok. like how am i supposed to interpurret this ofur than "at worst the tallest tolerate dib more than zim"
who does this. who allowed this. is he some sort of jesterboy to them. i understand. hes so silly. what a fureak
So I just saw a post by a random personal blog that said “don’t follow me if we never even had a conversation before” and?????? Not to be rude but literally what the fuck??????????
I’ve had people (non-pornbots) try to strike conversation out of nowhere in my DMs recently, and now I’m wondering if they were doing that because they wanted to follow me and thought they needed to interact first. I feel compelled to say, just in case, that it’s totally okay to follow this blog (or my side blog, for that matter) even if we’ve never talked before.
Also, I’m legit confused. Is this how follow culture works right now? It was worded like it’s common sense but is that really a thing?
the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again
i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.
really love dynamics that are like 'it honestly doesn't matter if you view them as romantic or platonic, the point is that they love each other. the type of love is inconsequential, all that matters is that it's there'. gotta be one of my favorite genders.
not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing [what would happen between earth and the moon if the earth stopped spinning as illustrated by xkcd randall munroe]
the worst part about being an adult is thay its no longer socially acceptable to just roll down a really big hill and then run back up it and roll back down again. "oh is this a syphilis metaphor" passerby would ask. "is this for a tick tock". no i just wanna come home covered in dirt and scratches and bask in the the solace of childlike mirth