Welcome To Derp

What I want to say: I’m really interested in what you are saying. As my friend, I support you. I want you to know I am still here, still listening, and still enjoying what we are sharing together. However as this is a topic I myself have no experience with, or little to say or offer, I’m unable to produce much in the way of input from my side. However trust that I still adore listening to you!

whom is to who as him is to he.  you use it if something is being done to the subject in question*–”I asked him” as opposed to “I asked he”.  similarly, “you asked whom?”

I am by no means saying everyone should use whom all the time, or that it’s not absolutely hilarious to see it intentionally used in weird and incorrect ways, but sometimes people want to use it seriously while writing fancy formal dialogue and there are issues.  so, some examples:

he kicked him

who kicked him?

he kicked whom?

who kicked whom?

ask not whom I kicked, ask me who deserved the kicking

whom did you kick?

Of whom are you speaking?

But it’s made me think….though I should probably point out anatomy and just in general how the body works is not my strong suit.

Preternatural or supernatural beings, do they get pins and needles? I mean they all have working nerve endings and blood…technically.

Vampires, for instance, are so often described as flushed and warm after drinking blood, but if their cells are absorbing it then wouldn’t they technically get pins and needles? Because they were originally hindering the flow of blood by not having any, and they’ve still got working nerves so the rush of blood should cause pins and needles, right?

Can you imagine a vampire drinking after a long abstinence, their sigh of relief when they feel the hot blood warm their body….then it begins. First in their fingertips, toes, and the tips of their nose and ears, and gradually it creeps through their entire body as their dormant cells come to life to absorb the blood. Nerve endings sparking randomly.

Imagine this dark creature of the night, sharp fangs bared, hissing out with copper tinged breath, “Fuck! Fucking pins and needles! I hate them so much!”

Imagine them flailing about, frantically rubbing at arms and legs to get the blood flowing properly. Once it finally stops, and they’re left panting, with that heavy warm feeling spreading through, they realise a human is standing there, staring at them wide eyed, mouth dropped open in an aborted attempt at a scream.

But last time I reblogged one ten/fifteen minutes later I got a call offering me a job

But I reblogged it because I was waiting on hearing back from the job. So there you go.

you know, the usual theories about him being a traitor/delinquent/of villain origins. Mostly just for the sake of angst, I’d say. And who knows, they may be right after all.

My son has perfectly lovable and practically flawless (his only flaw being that he sometimes wears crocs)

Human: the day i run a marathon is the day i die.

Alien: *makes note to keep human away from marathons*

Weeks later

Human: Just got back from a marathon!