ohmamadontyoucry:

ohmamadontyoucry:

so the other night i was with friend cop, and i went to give him a hug goodbye, and he turned off his radio (???) and i asked what was up and he said “last time we hugged your shoulder hit my radio and called dispatch” and i thought he meant like, the 911 dispatcher but NO i accidentally radioed every single other officer on shift and they all heard him say “i love you- oh shit my radio’s on”

just gonna add on that there’s a 0% chance the other officers on shift didn’t radio back “omg love you too!!!” or try to figure out who he was talking to and i fell down laughing at this and he sat there with a look on his face that said for the last two days he’d been dealing with a constant “[10 code]” “what’s up” “i love you”

amolecularmachine:

probablybadrpgideas:

Increasingly obscure lycanthropes with correspondingly obscure weaknesses. The wereocelot can only be slain by tungsten alloys. The wereokapi can only be slain by wood from a stage used to perform musical theater. The wereherring can only be slain by a hydraulic press.

fortunately, there’s not generally a lot of need to slay wereherrings.

owlmylove:

whenever i’m sad i like to imagine what possible crime Steve Irwin’s ancestor committed to warrant him being sent to Australia like some Victorian gentleman escorting a lady to the zoo past the crocodile enclosure and going “do you see that great wyrm sunning itself there? quite a striking creature, is it not? I do believe I shall engage it in fisticuffs.”