random shit – Penhales

Y’all help me I don’t want to angry nap but I’m well on my way there

I angry napped anyway, but I woke up and got taken to fruit and hummus so like. no complaints

I honestly can’t BELIEVE i can con people into giving me good grades on papers like how the FUCK

wow AHS really came out and took a huge shit on ghost romance huh

a cold, stale take that I want to offer: if someone’s boyfriend killed people, he alone is responsible for that, dead or alive, and no matter how much they’re in love he’s always going to be a murderer.

a fresh, hot take that I’m pulling out of the oven right now: you can still enjoy watching that dynamic on screen without being automatically problematic as a person, because some of us just like vaguely icky or troubling content because it helps us negotiate our own ickiness or trauma.

finding a bunch of belly kink fic while taking a break and wondering what happened to you that you’re absolutely thrilled about it

am I supposed to be doing my global inequality research project? yeah. am I doing my treasure planet fic instead because I’m exhausted and I have 0 dignity? yeah.

i want to thank dr. grandpa personally for helping me have an actual passion for and interest in history classes because he likes to literally yell about asian early civilizations. i never in my life thought I’d hear a professor just belt out

“hWAH. SAMURAI.”

in the middle of lecture

Y’all today my dumb ass got so excited that someone viewed my profile on [unnamed social platform] that I enabled the free trial to find out if it was who I hoped it was and it was my goddamn stalker. Call me boo boo the fool from here on out.

are we gonna talk about the raw sexual tension between sierra burgess and that one shitty, mean girl

i know that we all talk a big game about novels needing to be Thique but like. also sometimes you only need to write what will further the plotline. pls don’t tell me about a cute conversation unless the conversation happens between people whose friendship actively furthers your story.

You can always tell the baby undergrads in the English dept from the grad students at my college because the grad students come down the hall 2 minutes into a 1:15pm class in a giant pack together while the undergrads keep their eyes low and nearly combust when they accidentally bump into each other while walking to class ten minutes early.