長月 (Nagatsuki) "September" (archaic)

RIP dana scully you would have loved kamalanominon

You're just a mammal. Let yourself act like it. Your brain needs enrichment. Your body needs rest. You feel hunger and grow hair. You need to pack bond with other sentient things so you don't become unsocialized and neurotic. You are biologically inclined to seek dopamine and become sick when chronically stressed. Outrage about hedonism is made up to place moral value on taking pleasure in sensory experiences. I am telling you that if you don't let yourself be a fucking mammal, as you were made, you will suffer and go insane. No grindset no diets no trying to be above your drive for connection. Pursue what makes you feel good and practice radical rejection of the constructs meant to turn you into a machine. You're a mammal.

Essek was seated on the couch in the living room. Caleb stepped up behind him and, wrapping his arms around his shoulders, leaned his brow against the crown of Essek’s head. Essek made a small noise of greeting and raised a hand to rest at the nape of Caleb’s neck. His fingers worked their way underneath Caleb’s ponytail and scratched gently at his scalp. Caleb sighed, a haze of contentment settling over him at the touch. Essek tilted his head back, running his nose along the length of Caleb’s. “Hello, dear,” he said. “Hallo.”

An illustration of one of my favorite moments from my fic How to Rest! I love the wizards and I love when they are soft!!!

jesus christ could you get any gayer

This just in: the boi is Having A Time

Feat: putting your wizard dex to use when your anxiety lowers your int by five

Kaffeepause in the study

Caleb and Essek from Critical Role C2

Just remembered that Will Graham was canonically a professor and-

What was that even LIKE???

Picture the scene: youre a bright-eyed prospective FBI agent who needs to take this class for a credit and you roll up to see a man who looks like he slept in a dumpster teaching your class.

Ok fine you can deal with that.

Next thing you learn is that he has the social skills of a ground-nesting chipmunk and the class has realized he tolerates you all only because you sit fifty feet away from him.

Fine. Cool. Sure.

Maybe the class starts trying to win him over. Maybe they leave him an apple as a joke and he goes on a fifteen minute rant about how many apples will kill you. The class realizes they can get him to talk about certain things:

Government Officials (Derogatory), Dogs, Knives, Dogs, Guns, Dogs, Kraft Mac and Cheese, Silly String (Derogatory)…

They get him a murder mystery book for his birthday and he spends the next class period talking about why it was wrong and who REALLY did it.

The class does some research, apparently he’s wired up in a weirder way than the class thought. That’s fine, you all like him in a “teacher who hates everyone kind of way”

Then he starts rambling about murders as if he WAS THERE AND DID IT, zones out, regularly gets interrupted by random people and then vanishes off the face of the earth only to reappear as a “murder husband” a few months later.

Good for him, you all knew only a bisexual could be that much of a flaming wreak.

The class is Professor Grahams biggest supporters, they cheer when he gets out of prison and keep up with the news as best they can.

Because goddamnit he’s their WEIRDO and good fucking batshit crazy teachers are SO hard to find

Hannibal def uses he/they pronouns since he probably has at least one to two people in his digestive system at any given point