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Person A: Surprise me.
random things my professors have said (starters)
Just a bunch of random quotes from my professors during my first semester of college. Enjoy and feel free to make any changes !
“The heart is a dramatic organ. The bowels are also pretty dramatic.”
“I don’t remember why I put that picture of a water slide there.”
“By that time, you’ll have figured out my brain. I haven’t yet.”
“Woah, you have big shoes.”
“Zero is hero.”
“Make sure you don’t take my picture. I’m copyrighted.”
“We don’t really know what it’s like to be a rat or a pigeon.”
“Hello. Welcome to the planet.”
“I set you up.”
“You wouldn’t be able to tell if your toe fell off in the middle of the night.”
“I know you are a millionaire. I don’t want to talk to you.”
“You don’t have a clue.”
“I’ve taught you to see the fun in pain.”
“Get rid of the dog mask.”
“I actually think nasty things when I smile.”
“I know you don’t want to see me. I don’t want to see you too.”
“I’m just making stuff up.”
“The other day, someone called me nurturing. I was like, ‘you’re ruining my reputation’!”
“I said the exam is NEXT Thursday. Don’t scare people.”
“I wasn’t drunk, but I was acting like it.”
“Are you glaring at me?”
“I profoundly believe that humans are absurd creatures.”
“It’s my job to embarrass you.”
“When I was young–I’m still young, right?”
“Uh oh. [grunt] I’m okay.”
“If you solve this, I’ll buy you lunch.”
“I’m going to tell you a story about farts.”
“I know a lot about corn.”
“Wow, you are super. *high fives*”
“I didn’t do that!”
“I saw you walking past the library, and you looked as though you were lost in thought.”
“I’m glad to see that you’ve decided to stay.”
“In the game, you can die many times. In life, you can die one time.”
“This is just dessert. There’s a banquet coming.”
“What do you call it? A ‘snake’, right?”
“Don’t yell at me.”
“Impossible means ‘I am possible’.”
“You’re completely aroused.”
“There’s a stop sign. You have to stop.”
“I like sleep.”
“No one likes to feel pain. Actually–never mind, I don’t want to ask.”
“Do I sound cynical? I’m trying to be nice.”
“Dude, you wanna compete with Jimmy Hendrix? Fuck you.”
“I don’t want to talk to most people. It’s not a gender thing, please just go away.”
“We’re making tortillas now.”
“I’m not very nice.”
“Be careful, somebody might beat you up.”
“I can say nice things, but if you remind me, I’ll deny it.”
“The world’s fucked.”
since Vday is coming up, this post is an official announcement that you have my permission to send me horrible, inappropriate, and outright hilarious tumblr valentines
i get these violent urges and moods where i just want to fight and bleed it’s like an ache in my chest
A VERY DESCRIPTIVE & DETAILED PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE. Repost with the information of your muse, including head canons, etc. If you fail to answer some of the facts, add some other of your own. When you’re done, tag 15 other people to do the same.
NAME: Dr Alan Redding Watson AGE: 66 SPECIES: Human GENDER: Male ORIENTATION: Heterosexual INTERESTS: People-watching, researching, history, art, ancient Rome, Italy, ancient Egypt, feeding ducks, culture, language, the countryside, reading, old films, Bette Davis, a nice pair of oxfords, summer storms, a glass of wine after a long day. PROFESSION: Professor of Psychology at the University of Sydney BODY TYPE: Tall, lean, some might argue lanky; a bit soft with age. EYES: Green HAIR: Grey now, was black once. SKIN: Medium-fair, freckled, tans easily. HEIGHT: 1.85m
COMPANIONS: Nothing but the sound of the wind and sea. ANTAGONISTS: His children, the board of directors (always on his arse), his ex-wife, God. SMELLS: Cigarettes, red wine, cinnamon spice, vanilla. FRUITS: Pomegranate, fig, honey-crisp apple. DRINKS: Red wine, white wine, eau-de-vie. ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES? A glass of wine a day. SMOKES? A half-pack a day. DRUGS? No DRIVERS LICENSE? Yes
RANDOM HEADCANON
Alan is one of the rare few who actually regrets having children. If he could go back in time and prevent himself from marrying Gayle, he wouldn’t think twice. His relationship with Marc and Paige is not so much strained as it is barely existent, and while they all “love” each other there is very little connection there, and absolutely no loyalty.
Tagged by: Oh, a bunch of people, like six or seven. Can’t be arsed to remember them all. Tagging: @ofmusingsxandmayhem @dangerous-smoll @wpkowalski @pargeneticae @adoredlife @piracys @zoocox @drdumaurier @woolfcried @carolinecrybabyjackson @intoxicatiing Whoever else is bored.
me: i should message my mutuals, i want them to know i want to be friends
me: actually im just gonna like a post they reblogged and hope they get the hint
reblog this if you want a LONG (or short) anonymous message saying what they think of you.
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“Bigger doesn’t always mean stronger.” Tim packs the gauze away again, sure he had a general idea of how much he had. He would recount late, when he didn’t have someone trying to poke fun at his stature. “You’re taller than me but I’m sure you couldn’t take me down without turning to low blows.”
He crosses his arms and settles back against the makeshift table, tilting his head. She didn’t seem annoyed or upset by his earlier sarcasm and he’s glad. “It’s a special amphibious reconnaissance corpsman. I’m trained to save lives in the water.” Tim can’t help a small smile. “Smaller form does mean a little less likely to get shot. ”
❝ yeah, you reckon? ❞ she’s not really gearing for a fight; in fact, maisie looks completely relaxed, as though she has this kind of conversation every day. not with americans, yeah, but it’s all just banter, innit? and that’s a good thing to have with fellow soldiers — it helps make all the tough parts of the job easier to get through. she knows some don’t agree ( corporal lane’s eyes are boring into her back, she can tell ) but it’s how maisie deals with it. nobody wants to be serious all the time. ❝ win’s a win, even if you gotta fight dirty. ❞
maisie considers this, chewing over the words. fucking military, always has to go for these fucked up acronyms. they’re the same, of course, but maisie knows what her ones stand for. ❝ so a medic, yeah? ❞ at least he’s more fun than lane — not that that’s a difficult achievement. he’s not yelling, for starters. ❝ so that’s why the big blokes go first. ❞ she’s smiling again, bouncing on the balls of her feet. ❝ ‘course, i’m the driver. they like to take me out so nobody can go nowhere. ❞
“Yeah, a medic.” It wasn’t a word he was used to using for himself. It was always corpsman and doc. It’s the Marines cockiness getting to him. “Though, that’s only used in the army.” Of course she’s a driver, Tim snorts his amusement. So many of their own drivers, even if they weren’t actually assigned, had a very specific way about them. Caffeine was likely to blame. He has half a mind to check that she’s being careful with anything the Marines may offer her.
“I’m sure they also think the big ones are more likely to be officers or manning the big weapons.” Lips quirk in to a small smile, amused. “Granted I feel as though the Iraqis are just aiming for whoever they can take out, best keep your head down.”
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Tim pauses in his count to look to the woman talking. He takes in her appearance and tries to place a name or even a rank to the face. They’d met, mostly in passing, introduced but not more than that. He straightens, not that it gave him much more height, and raises a brow. She was playing, he’s come to that conclusion, but as to on what or even why he’s not sure.
There were shorter, a certain Ray Person comes to mind, to bring up the issue of height with. “I’m a SARC not a PJ.” Tim snorts. “What does ‘big and strong’ have to do with shit? You’re here are you not?” Sarcasm tints his voice, no real heat. The woman in these forces have proven time and again that they deserve to be here. She wanted to poke at his height, he’ll poke right back. Eye for an eye or something along those lines.
it’s the most stupid way to start a conversation, especially since maisie’s pretty pleased to be working with the americans, to get to see how they do shit ( their captain seems like a right tosser; she might be in captain james’ bad books, but at least he’s a decent fella ) but maisie’s never gone for doing things the easy way. she doesn’t mean anything by it, anyway — like most things in her life, it’s just a bit of a laugh. you’ve gotta laugh, or all the bad shit comes rushing in.
❝ i’m bigger than you, genius. and i ain’t special forces, neither. ❞ he bites back, and maisie can’t even hold back the smile at that, because it’s nice; nobody likes it when people take things personally, and some people can just be so sensitive all the time. if she thought he was really saying that he can’t do this ‘cause she’s a woman, he’d be hearing about it. so would everyone in the vicinity. ❝ what’s a SARC? ❞
"Bigger doesn't always mean stronger." Tim packs the gauze away again, sure he had a general idea of how much he had. He would recount late, when he didn't have someone trying to poke fun at his stature. "You're taller than me but I'm sure you couldn't take me down without turning to low blows."
He crosses his arms and settles back against the makeshift table, tilting his head. She didn't seem annoyed or upset by his earlier sarcasm and he's glad. "It's a special amphibious reconnaissance corpsman. I'm trained to save lives in the water." Tim can't help a small smile. "Smaller form does mean a little less likely to get shot. "
i’m entirely capable of being a fucking nightmare.
hey you, yes you, we should rp.
this is a message to all of my mutuals, especially the ones that i have not yet interacted with !! we should get together and do a thing. i can look through your wishlist, or you can look at mine. or we can pants it. even just a small thing. or even a verse. i am open to many things. but really, let’s just do a thing. okay ? like this, or message me, or IM me– i like the IM thingy. c:
Rise. to prove: they couldn’t break you.
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