#whimsy georg

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If you want to know how I'm doing lately well, My professor thirst blog is so active that I had to start putting posts into a queue

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Thirsty post, technically clean but still thirsty? Like, very vague.

I was very very thirsty for an actual psychopath doctor/mad scientist for a few weeks because he sounded delicious and his design is beautiful

but I got absolutely derailed for a very sweet, awkward, broken old mad scientist instead which is definitely healthier than that yandere nonsense (I mean. Still thirsty, but like, I like this sweet man more)

except for how much I am projecting my favorite professor onto this sweet old man, the one that is inviting me to a bookshop coffee date, but it's going to be fine, I think, I can separate reality from fiction and behave accordingly

I just hope he doesn't like. Dress up or anything. God, I still remember that time he actually wore like, a suit and tie to class once, and 1. My jaw dropped and he SAW my jaw drop and he KNOWS. 2. All I could think about that day was pulling him by his tie down to my short height and growling in his face about how hot he was and how DARE he

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A record of how I have become consumed by Sigma (Overwatch) in the last 24 hrs because if I'm going to return to tumblr, I'm to return to tumblr in a glorious, thirsty blaze of desperation, apparently.

Okay actually I saw him for the first time a few months ago and thought briefly to myself... "I think if I look too closely at this man, I will fall desperately in love, as I did with the last man that gave me this vibe", and looked away during the period of time in which I could at least still think, "no, this is not Hot Old Man, this is just old man"

That SPECIFIC vibe is the same vibe I got from my music history professor but at the start of that class, for me, my only thoughts [at the tender age of 20] over the course of that first week of class was: "I hope this keeps me more awake than my last attempt at music history class." "Oh, he's funny, strict, demanding, intelligent, and loves what he does." "That is... actually a really nice voice." "Oh no."

Fun fact it's been 7 years [I chased him through classes for 4 of those years] and I still love him, I need to send him an email, I understand he's just finished a book.

Then somehow. I don't know where. [it was the daddy tumblr.] I caught glimpse of Sigma's Maestro skin, and I went, "WHOOOOO IS THAT", with the big gray hair and glasses and honkin torso and suit, musical elements swaying me quite a bit for a person who only began to love music about 6 years ago [specifically because of aforementioned music history professor, as well as a few other influences including a very hot orchestral conductor and a very hot drumset professor]

What a honkin man, anyway, come to find out, that's a Sigma skin. My Overwatch experience is pretty minimal, I played the original game maybe a total of 3-5 different days on which I'd play several hours at a time and otherwise never touch it because I'm generally... I don't usually like PvP at all ever, so long long before Overwatch 2, but because I had some time in the original game, I was given access to all of the heroes anyway, so I'm not sure if I would have had to unlock Sigma, but yeah that's convenient

and suitably hunky voice. yeah.

after staring at his maestro skin for a while I realized this man's face was incredibly familiar, actually

and yup, he has the exact facial structure as the aforementioned music history professor, the jawline especially, but the age lines and glasses match too. Sigma's normal hair also is an 85% match, even though the Maestro hair is hotter. upon realizing this, it made more sense that I fell as hard and fast as I did because of nostalgia, I haven't seen that beautiful face in years [since COVID, really, as I graduated in the midst of that]

incidentally, I also have a LOOOONG track history of having a predilection for mad scientists so.

this man's kind of. made for me.

too bad he's pixels.

but at least he's single.

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I know this isn’t my professor thirst blog, but

I got word from the hot music librarian that he and the hot music history professor have some important staff meeting over in the main library [which is about a 10 minute walk from the performance hall] that runs until 5 on the day of my recital [which supposedly starts at 5] so they are literally going to try to get out of the meeting early to make it

as a self-aware attention hog honestly it doesn’t get better than this

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I mean the worst part of break is not hearing my music history professor’s wonderful mischievous voice??

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I’ve been able to pinpoint [again] that all I actually want from my music history professor is some lengthy conversations about nothing in particular, as we have been, or for him to just talk at me, that’d honestly be perfectly awesome because it’s all about that wonderfully optimistically glowing baritone voice and every time he expresses an ounce of caring and concern for my well being because of a homework assignment’s collapsed grade and suddenly poor performance i want to crumple in tears and i still don’t understand why concern about my well being has such a drastically different effect on me from figures of authority than it has from friends who regularly care enormously about my well being

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I’m slightly less interested in doing the homework than I am in doing the professor

But I do use the latter as an unrealistic and subconscious motivator for the former and it works out

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My university’s faculty is on strike and it’s kind of awkward but it’s come up with golden moments like one of my classmates greeting my piano professor at the picket line and his very Russian response, holding a picket sign, “kill them all!”