* GENIUS !

you've got a warm heart, you've got a beautiful brain.

[baugenius-old]

most of my followers remain on this blog, so i’m popping in to say i’m back! catch me @baugenius

[leememes]

GRAVITY   FALLS   SENTENCE   STARTERS ,   PART   ONE  .

“   my   wisdom   is   both   a   blessing   and   a   curse  .   ” “   i   am   needed   elsewhere  .   ” “   you   could   be   in   trouble  .   ” “   trust   no   one  .   ” “   guess   again  .   ” “   i’m   not   joking  !   it   all   adds   up  !   ” “   i   am   not   gonna   let   you   ruin   this   with   one   of   your   crazy   conspiracies  !   ” “   you   always   know   what   to   say  .   ” “   finally ,   we’re   alone  .   ” “   try   not   to   hit   any   pedestrians  .   ” “   better   safe   than   sorry  .   ” “   there’s   something   i   need   to   tell   you  .   ” “   you   can   tell   me   anything  .   ” “   don’t   freak   out  .   keep   an   open   mind  .   ” “   the   more   you   struggle ,   the   more   awkward   this   is   going   to   be   for   everybody  .   ” “   what   the   heck   is   going   on   here  ?!   ” “   you   have   no   idea   what   i’m   capable   of  .   ” “   seatbelt  !   ” “   no ,   no ,   no  !   ” “   it’s   getting   closer  !   ” “   i’ll   save   you ,   _____  !   ” “   thanks ,   _____  …   ” “   don’t   mention   it  .   ” “   look   out  !   ” “   stay   back ,   man  !   ” “   it’s   the   end   of   the   line ,   _____  !   ” “   there’s   gotta   be   a   way   out   of   this  !   ” “   just   this   once ,   trust   me  .   ” “   THAT’S   for   lying   to   me  !   and   THAT’S   for   breaking   my   heart  !   ” “   wanna   do   the   honours  ?   ” “   i’ll   get   you   back   for   this  .   ” “   my   arms   are   tired  …   ” “   i’m   sorry   for   ignoring   your   advice  .   you   were   just   looking   out   for   me  .   ” “   you   saved   our   butts   back   there  !   ” “   …   awkward   sibling   hug  ?   ” “   what’s   the   catch  ?   ” “   the   catch   is ,   do   it   before   i   change   my   mind  .   take   some  .   ” “   i   will   have   a   grappling   hook  !   ” “   wouldn’t   you   rather   have   a   doll   or   something  ?   ” “   there’s   nothing   strange   about   this   town  .   ” “   who   knows   what   other   secrets   this   town   holds  ?   ”

[dailymgg]

[baugenius-old]

you know it’s all bullshit, right? / elle

          he looks up from the glass in his hands, surprised. it’s all bullshit. the surprise isn’t that she feels that way— her blood had stained the walls of her own home, her stomach torn open, death surrounding her like a vice. the surprise is that she’d been through enough to say it. here, in her hotel room, with two glasses of whiskey shared between them. he can’t say he knows how she feels. maybe he never will. he’s still young and naive enough to believe that, that perhaps, this job could go on without truly eating at his soul, just as it had hers. that the good would soon overpower the nightmares that plague him. after all, he’s a genius. a profiler. he should know how to handle this. he should know how to handle himself. he puts his glass on the table between them, shaking his head, fingers tapping lightly against hard wood. how does he make this better? he thinks he should be able to. he thinks it’s on him. his responsibility. to see things. to know. that’ll haunt him one day. “elle— we save people. it’s not all bullshit. it doesn’t have to be.”

📓   —   (   it sentence starters   )  :   @livedforwards​.

[baugenius-old]

that looks like it hurts. / emily

          the skin on his cheek has reddened, pink and angry. at first, he’d barely noticed; adrenaline had kept the pain tamped down, and he’s had worse, worse enough that the solid slap! across his skin had barely registered, even as it had knocked him to his knees on spinning skates. that’s part of the problem; the adrenaline. it’s wearing off, and now the heavy, leaden feeling sinks familiarly into his stomach, and that’s worse than the slight sting that presses into the flesh of his cheek. that’s what really hurts. he raises a hand, brushing the irritated skin, and shakes his head, fingers falling then to his side. “you know, it— it could be worse. to be honest with you, i can’t really feel it. it’s, ah— it’s not really anything to worry about.”

📓   —   (   it sentence starters   )  :   @livedforwards​.

[obi-juan-keno-bri]

I think my favorite thing about being engaged is when I ask my fiancé “Who’s my future husband” kind of in the same way you’d ask a dog who’s a good boy and he gets really excited and goes “ITS ME, I AM FUTURE HUSBAND”

[obi-juan-keno-bri]

News update we’ve been married for almost 6 months now (6 months in three days) and he still gets excited when I come home and say “Where is husband?” He’ll pop up from wherever he is or whatever he’s doing and say “HELLO ITS ME I AM HERE”

[fbiartist]

@baugenius​

[baugenius-old]

that looks like it hurts.

          his fingers graze the cut on his forehead, come away stained with blood. he only glances at it; call it high tolerance, call it adrenaline, it registers as a slight sting above his eyebrow. he’s had worse. a lot worse. he shakes his head, breathes out heavily. his brow furrows. his hands rifle through the first aid kit, in search of gauze, bandages, something. an ambulance would have been an overreaction, but his head still drips red. fingers fall upon softness, gauze, and he unrolls some, placing it over the blood pooling down his forehead, hoping it soaks up some of the concern, too, if the blood wasn’t enough. “actually, believe it or not, it’s not that bad. head wounds bleed significantly more than wounds inflicted on other parts of the body.”

📓   —   (   it sentence starters   )  :   @suprnovas.

[baugenius-old]

why do you have two fanny packs? / emily

          they’re going to the zoo. with morgan, of course, and hank. the details of this involve a day off, no plans, a resounding agreement that they do in fact miss derek morgan, and a day full of the shining sun. and if they’re going to the zoo, preparation must be involved. sunscreen, snacks, those little fans that spray water. and fanny packs. he looks down to the two in his hand, handing one out to her, looking innocent. “one’s for you.”

📓   —   (   it sentence starters   )  :   @livedforwards.

[baugenius-old]

i don’t think i can ever forget that.

          pensive, his gaze meets the agent’s. in their career, there’s a lot of things you don’t forgot. even without an eidetic memory, those things, those images, those people crying out— they stay with you. they weigh on your heart and mind and stomach like lead, until one day it’s too much. it had been too much for gideon, who’d dedicated his life to the bau. to elle, who’d so desperately fought for her place at the round table. eventually, the job eats away at parts of you, and maybe it’s not strength that keeps one going, but determination. resilience. the passion. once you lose that, it’s over. he looks to agent ford and sees in his eyes that as much as he can’t forget, that fire is still there. “truthfully, i don’t think any of us can.”

📓   —   (   it sentence starters   )  :   @egopath​.

[baugenius-old]

📓   —   (   prymerry   )   :   lila archer.

lila’s small hands dance delicately across the piano – it isn’t well done, but the attempt is made – a very butchered version of twinkle twinkle little star. still, she scans the room that is being set up for a party, her nerves getting the best of her. it had been coincidence that spencer and his team wound up in la when she was helping to host a huge after party from a new movie screening,

but, she’d been unable to hold back the thought of inviting one of her longest term friends to see her hard work. and, given he’d helped solve the case a day prior, she felt he deserved a break.

lila had since given up the spotlight to instead work behind the scenes – writing & edititing scripts. she still engaged with the elites of la, and was still every bit the swetheart she was before, though she was more… reserved of the limelight.

she stands, when she hears who she hopes is spencer, turning around to face him, smoothing down the suit she wore. “it’s so good to see you!” she excalimed, rushing in to give him a big hug.

@baugenius

          la is, as his memory serves, bright and shining as ever. hollywood lights and names written in the stars. of course, some memories are brighter than others. he’d been young, too young to realize what the years would bring, when lila archer had rocketed into his life, his picture blasted across the pages of tabloids. truthfully, he’d expected that to be it; to be forgotten once months and years had passed. transference, he remembers. how sure he’d been that was the case. she hasn’t forgotten, though. he hasn’t, either. and a case in the city of angels had so perfectly coincided with her screening, leading him here, to a familiar face and tumbling blonde hair. he’s not opposed; he thinks it will be nice, seeing her smile again.

          he walks in, hands stuffed in pockets, gazing around before his eyes land on her. he smiles, lifting a hand in a wave, not quite expecting the warm welcome of her arms around him. he accepts it nonetheless, welcoming her embrace.

          “oh, ah— lila! it’s good to see you, too.” he marvels at how everything has changed, and yet some things not at all. “it’s ... it’s been awhile.”

[trashmemes]

IT STARTER SENTENCES   —  quotes from the 2017 film. feel free to make alterations.

be careful.

i’m just messing with you.

don’t fucking touch me!

it’s summer. we’re supposed to be having fun.

i thought you said you wanted to get out of this town, too.

what are you afraid of?

i can’t do this.

you know it’s all bullshit, right?

i wanna go home.

let’s get the fuck outta here, come on.

i can barely breathe!

maybe i’ll see you around.

you shouldn’t have done that.

need some help?

no wonder you don’t have any friends.

you don’t know what you’re talking about.

this is your fault.

there is nothing we can do! nothing!

i want to run towards something, not away.

why do you have two fanny packs?

i’m not afraid of you.

your hair looks beautiful. [name].

where the fuck are you? we’re not playing hide and seek, dipshit.

we all know nobody else is going to do anything.

can we stop talking about this?

i was looking for you this whole time.

i don’t wanna die.

what took you so long?

just so you know, i never believed any of the rumors.

that looks like it hurts.

you went to the library? on purpose?

i know the difference between a bad dream and real life.

you’re the reason we’re in this situation.

i don’t think i can ever forget that.

get off me, get off me!

i thought i was dead.

we’re all afraid of something.

i never felt like a loser when i was with all of you.

none of this makes any sense.

[name], open the door!

you couldn’t save him, but you could still save yourself.

i thought that i might be crazy.

[bensonstablers]

Criminal Minds + Episodes Named After Members of the Team

bonus:

[baugenius-old]

📓   —   (   holykissed   )   :   jennifer jareau.

*             𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚  𝙘𝙪𝙥  𝙞𝙨  𝙨𝙚𝙩  𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣     on  his  desk  beside  stacks  of  files  –  it’s  been  a  long  week ,   and  cases  don’t  end  once  the  jet  lands .    “  i  figured  if  you’re  not  going   home   anytime  soon ,  what’s  the  use  in  being   miserable ?  ”    lips  tighten  into  a  smile ,   eyes  glancing  down  from  his  gaze  to  examine  the  workload .    “  need  a  hand ?  ”    all  jj  has  left  is  the  final  touches  to  her  report ,   and  she  knows  how   creepy   the  office  can  be  when  you’re  the  last  one  out .

                      𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑  !        @baugenius

          cases create a pile upon his desk, large and looming. his pen scrawls across paper, scratching the surface, every now and then tapping, softly, against oaken surface. the words seem to blur in front of him, and the office has cleared out, a steady trickle of agents making their exit through the door, leaving him behind. he sees her coffee cup before he sees her, eyes raising to lock onto her gaze. a smile turns up his lips. “yes. please.” he leans back in his chair, glad for the company. “you ever notice how, ah, weird the bullpen feels when you’re alone? like you’ve fallen into a parallel universe.”

[echoquery]

Come rescue me, I’ll be waiting I’m too young to fall asleep.

[baugenius-old]

hahaha

[baugenius-old]

livedforwards‌.

     it doesn’t take much convincing. emily’s hand is at his as he offers it, both hands wrapping around the one of his. right now it’s hard not to think about the boy he was and the man he is now. the angry, defensive person who turned his back on her a few months into her joining the team and the man who reaches for her hand now. she loves him: wholly, unstoppably, and in a way she knows most people would not understand the explanation for. she’d thought she’d lost him, but his hand is warm and real in both of hers, and that has to be enough. in this job, in this life, there are things that just have to be enough. “i’ll take you home with me, when they release you. if you want.” it’s an offer, not a command, though she’d prefer he went somewhere than home on his own. “dave misses you.” 

          her hand in his feels familiar. like home. it’s comforting among the wires and beeping machinery. softness in antiseptic-laden air. he knows how close he’d come. closer than ever before. close enough that his once love had been there to walk him over the line. he knows science, explanations for it all, but it had seemed so real, real as her arms around her and her hand in his. he’d come so close, but he’ll cherish those hours, those moments so near to the edge. he’d never been scared. he’d never felt doubt or worry. while his teammates had anguished and mourned the loss yet to come he’d felt peace, true peace. (tell me, what did you feel? peace.) those words echo through his mind, a chorus. he tightens his hand around hers and knows he’s made the right choice. a smile, then, because she needs it more than he does. she needs to know he’s real. he knows that, knows her. “if you’re sure, then i’d— yeah, i’d like that.” his apartment seems tainted, in a way. he wonders if the blood that had drip, drip, dripped from his nose still stains his carpet. he remembers that warmth, pooling under his lip. one of the last things he does remember, before the earth had shattered. “and if dave misses me ... i don’t think i have a choice.” smile widens and he shrugs. easy choice.

[dailymgg]