Hey Look, It's Me

Hey since science side of tumblr explained this can I get science side of tumblr to explain my vision

So I made this:

So like if I shut one of my eyes I see everything either in cooler or warmer colors and this is my best approximation, it's weird as hell and nobody can explain it to me (but I mean I haven't gone to a vision-color-eye-expert-person) and I'm not colorblind or anything I've checked

So science side of tumblr help please?

The human memory is so weird.

Example: every single time I smell a bar of dove soap, I think of this one kid I used to go to school with. Now, I can't tell you his age. I can't tell you his favorite color. I can hardly tell you his first name.

But I remember that he always smelled like dove soap.

No matter what. It's like he carried dove soap around in his pockets. Just plain old dove white soap. And it was so strong but not overpowering— like, it wasn't a dove deodorant or something, it was like straight-up smelling a bar of dove soap whenever you were near him.

So now every time I smell dove soap he pops into my mind.

Why?

I can hardly remember my tumblr password sometimes, I forgot my own age a bit ago and had to use a calculator to figure it out. But no matter what, I remember this kid from fifth grade always smelled like dove soap.

Science side of tumblr please explain

Remus thinks this is the funniest thing and keeps trying to wear revealing clothes to hear Logan say it again but nothing

Then one day he gives up and is wearing normal clothes

Logan, still straight-faced: Prude.

Remus:

Patton: (unbuttons polo one button more than usual because it's hot out)

Logan, completely straight-faced: Whore.

Patton:

Patton: (unbuttons the next button just to see what will happen)

THANK YOU! Now I need to load up Tumblr on a computer XD

Edit: I did!

Sides: *eating breakfast together*

School bus: *drives past*

Remus: *sees that it's empty*

Remus: This bus empty,

Remus, miming jerking a steering wheel to the side: SKEET

Remus: *continues eating breakfast*

Patton, the only one not used to this: ???

- get up early to use the bathroom

- pablo's waiting outside at the end of the hall

- I open the door

- he screams at me

- I'm worried and don't want him to wake anyone

- I run over to see what's wrong

- he just tricked me into a cuddle session

- I'm not even mad he's a clever little kitty

Q: What do you have to say about the queerbaiting accusations?

A: What do you mean?

Q: People are accusing you of pretending to be queer for your own personal gain.

A: I've never said I was queer.

Q: Well, no, but you flirt with your (same-gender) friends and joke about being in a relationship with them.

A: Those are just jokes; all my friends make those jokes, with all our friends, regardless of gender. Nobody gets mad at me when I make those jokes with my (not-same-gender) friends.

Q: That's different.

A: Why, because being straight is the "default"?

Q: ...

A: What I'm hearing here is that people speculated my sexuality, were wrong, and then got mad at me for it. I never pretended to be queer or said I was, I'm just comfortable joking around with my friends.

Reblog if you think it’s okay to platonically say “I Love You” to your friends

I yell about my hyperfixations into the void, and the void responds with

v @the-floral-skeleton

Skshdjs now I'm just imagining this and all the possibilities

Light sides: *solving some problem in the middle of the night*

Janus, smacking the roof with a broom handle: SHUT! UP! WE'RE TRYING! TO SLEEP!

Alternatively—

Logan, stomping on the floor:

I DIDN'T GET NO SLEEP CUZ OF Y'ALL

Y'ALL NOT GONNA GET NO SLEEP CUZ OF ME

(Remus, tired: Isn't he keeping up the light sides too?

Janus: I believe that's intentional. )

Remus: Just stepped out of the shower while Janus was playing piano, felt like I was in a very classy movie about to be murdered

Patton: Are you guys okay down there??

Remus, Janus, and Virgil: No.

Roman: More importantly, Remus, you shower?

Remus: Of course!

Janus: He rolls around in volcanic ash like a chinchilla.

Roman: Oh. Uh, why?

Remus: I'm allergic to soap! :D

Roman, Logan, Patton, Thomas: ...

Remus: :DDD

Patton, trying his best: That's nice kiddo

Virgil: (glances at Logan's computer that he left on)

A random google document:

Me: (stays in the bath for .7 seconds too long)

My fingertips: This is It, boys. We shall Revert Back to The Ways of underwater. We shall never see The Surface again.

Virgil: ...

Virgil: Hey Lo have you ever heard of Tumblr—

What would you even call the act of being an imposter? Imposting? Impostering? Imposticizing? Impostercizing?