[at emily's funeral]
rossi: i need a moment alone with her
bau: of course
rossi, leaning over the coffin: ok listen up you little shit i know you're not really dead
emily: yeah no shit
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Ok so if you've not lived in Britain at all this might be confusing. Let me explain why even this is getting my little republican heart excited.
So the former parasite is now lying in state in Westminster Hall; this 1000 year old hall in the parliamentary complex next to Big Ben. This is fairly standard for senior royals, prime ministers, and other such high status/high fame people in the UK.
What isn't fairly standard is for a huge queue sweeping through central London of people wanting to see the coffin lying in state.
But us Brits, we love to queue. Or at least, indulge the love side of a love/hate relationship with it on a regular basis. It keeps things in order for us, it helps us make sense of the big things and the small things in life. We have clear cut rules. We understand when it's appropriate to hold a space and when it's appropriate to cut in (only if your life depended on it). We would happily queue forever to get into heaven.
But look at this mother...
Look at that beast. It's the mother of all queues. The queue to end all queues. It's our Everest. As a nation, we've been training for this day. It's already about 5 miles long and I don't think they have capacity beyond 6.9 miles.
You can't cut in. You can't rejoin The Queue. You can only briefly leave The Queue for the loo or the water fountain at the designated refreshment zones which are very few and far between. You can't hold a spot for someone. It will continue 24/7. There are few places to sit or sleep. It will crawl at an impossibly slow but infuriatingly steady pace due to security at the finish line. You will be queueing for an estimated 30 hours. 30 hours of little food/drink/loo breaks/sleep.
The Queue is already a celebrity in its own right. Its volunteers will be lauded as heroes. They've been told to look out for people struggling and in need of medical help. This is NOT for the young, the old, the disabled, the pregnant, or the faint of heart.
And the prize? A couple of minutes looking at a (possibly empty) box containing the corpse of a 96 year old woman.
This is ludicrous and I am LIVING for it. The one good thing about this mess of a week. This so epic, so British high stakes/low impact sport.
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"do you think i care that you buried and left me, defiled my body?" uh yeah max, i do. especially considering you were going to kill steph in your revenge, who is neither nerdy nor a prude. the only way you want to be "defiled" is by sex. respect.
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How you manage to be on this hellsite 24/7 365 is beyond me
my account runs on a queue 90% of the time lol ive said it so many times
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victim: what does ssa stand for?
morgan: super sexy agent
reid: somewhat superior academically
jj: sanity slowly abating
emily: secret service assasin
hotch: please stop
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im considering the timeline and theres a strong chance that if wibar virgil comes home this scene could happen
friend, scarily casually: wow. you like.. perfectly missed the pandemic.
virgil: im sorry i missed the what
😭😭😭 earth is not beating the deathworld allegations
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Honestly one of the more damning but also funny aspects of the most obnoxious and harassment-prone im*dna shippers is that their blog will invariably have posts calling Percy/Vex or Fjord/Jester (or, both) miserable toxic trash and hoping they end in bitter divorce and then they'll be like "LAURA EVERY CAMPAIGN LIKE I WILL LOVE YOU NO MATTER WHAT! y'all are idiots for thinking Imogen and Laudna could ever break up! Laura only does loving, wholesome, and dedicated relationships and would never do that."
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