I'm curious. Reblog this if you know how to cook

I don’t even care if it’s macaroni, ramen or those little bowls you stick in the microwave. Please, I need reassurance that most of the population on tumblr WOULDN’T STARVE TO DEATH if their parents couldn’t fix them food or they couldn’t go out to eat. 

reminder that coming up with some fake little dudes and creating intricate storylines in your head is a completely free and fun way to pass the time and the government can't stop you

on the one hand

what is the fucking point of flipping it you pulled it out of the sheath by the handle there’s no goddamn need for that

why even bother having a special spot easiy to reach in your black leather suit for knives if you’re just going to play with them when you take them out

but on the other hand

hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng 

you know what i'm gonna get sappy for a second bear with me

there are a lot of posts and memes for writers about how hard writing is and how annoying it can be and how dispiriting it can feel when we don't make progress the way we'd like to. and those are true, and relatable, and funny! i've been there!

but maybe it doesn't get said enough in the other direction, so I'm gonna say it: I love writing. i love the process of putting phrases together and testing them for cadence and flow; i love knowing that there is a word for exactly the thing I want to convey, even if I just can't think of it right now, and going onto a thesaurus and being like there she is, that's the one!

but more than anything, I love the ritual of constantly asking myself "okay, and then what happens?" and feeling the same sense of delighted surprise every single time when somehow, a part of me I wasn't consciously aware of knows the answer. that experience, where my brain provides me solutions I didn't know it was working on, feels like a miracle every time. and getting into a productivity groove where I keep knowing the answers is one of the best feelings on the planet.

and sure, sometimes I don't know the answer, and it's hard and unsatisfying and see above about how easy it is to joke about how writing's the pits, but... that just makes it even more special when I'm firing on all cylinders, you know?

anyway, yeah. w r i t i n g.

i think those plastic toy lightsabers should exist in Star Wars canon

writing is the most insane hobby it's like,

is it easy? no

is it fast? also no

but is it fun? well,

Being Hotch: try to avoid naming your child after a serial killer only to end up naming him after the most famous serial killer in the world

what if i just rest my eyes for a second

Fanfic writers are like crows. If you give them treats (comments) they will bring you shiny things (fanfic)

Emancipated duels. Photo by Pavel Kurmilev

Baroness Lubinska who presided over the famous duel between Princess Pauline Metternich and the Countess Kielmannsegg in 1892, insisted that the duelists remove their clothing above their waists to avoid infection in the event that a sword pushed clothing into the wound it caused. Being a doctor, the baroness had seen many instances of septic infection in soldiers for this very reason throughout her years of medical training.

oh shit, it's 3/21/23, 32123, palindrome day

My Roman Empire

Spencer being so hyped about Halloween that he is willing to meet his idol (Rossi) while wearing a mask on his head and a noose around his neck and being unafraid to fangirl in front of him. Is it a moment of confidence? Hyperfixation? Is Halloween>Rossi in Spencer’s mind? Does he suppose that Rossi should meet him as he is despite the impression that might make? It comes off as so unselfconscious which isn’t something we have seen from Spencer much at that time. And he doesn’t portray any embarrassment about it or get teased about it later. Like he’s clearly starstruck but also he treats Rossi like another person rather than a mythic figure which is very mature of him. Spencer’s removal of the Frankenstein mask isn’t for Rossi’s benefit, it’s for Hotch’s. Anti-masking king (pun not intended)

speechless. the pose. the expression. this should be a painting.

the "came back wrong" trope except like... they didnt. like this mad scientists wife died, and so he studied necromancy, brought her back, and she came back and it all worked. like she came back exactly the same as she was before with literally no difference. but the scientist guy is like "oh no... what have i done.... shes Different now!!!! she came back Wrong!!!!" and shes just like. chilling. reading a book. cooking dinner. shes just so so normal but in the guys mind hes like "oh shes soooo weird" but shes just normal

the nuisance of our language is stunning

i don't know who needs to hear this, but guilt, self-hatred and shame are not sustainable sources of growth and healing. you can't hate yourself into feeling better, or being better. you can't repeatedly punish yourself for your flawed humanity and expect wholesome results.