#a sock puppet for The Bit

[attractthecrows]

ill be honest i find my gender/sexuality complex Very fun. im having fun with it. am i a boy? am i a girl? no i am a phreaque. a weirdough. an enigma. a faggot. do i fuck? no that's weird. I study fucking like im studying fish mating. i am enlightened. i like prissy little men. i like big beefy men. i like big women. i like dirty greasy sweaty women who hate you. i like tiny women who cannot be comfortably called "civilized". i like fucked up country folk who hunt and eat raw meat and dig ditches and chop logs. IM JUST HAVING FUN WIDDIT

[edgycrouton]

@punkwyrm and i decided to have some fun on discord [ part two ]

[mtsodie]

i forgot to put them here .... fucked up

[yarn-chicken]

@twiggies-draws's Brad... as a sock. I had a lot of fun with this attack!

[androdetective]

Montaña Bazofia spoilers

Tulio Triviño is one of the most popular 31 minutos characters. Which, of course he is, he's the main main character. He gets talked about a lot but what I don't see as much is people discussing his upbringing and Why He's Like That when his family is so different. We learn more about his family in the comic, Montaña Bazofia. Particularly his father, who is a bit infamous with people who are aware of him. I'll get to him soon enough. From the show, we know his mom is very supportive of him. She praised him very much. He is a mothers boy. We know she was one of the first watchers of the show. He seems to have a decent relationship with him. Although constant appraisal of her child could've influenced his ego, although there are many factors to a dysfunctional ego. One of which is having a dysfunctional upbringing. Which brings me to the topic of his dad. Tulios dad is terrifying, straight up. He is emotionally stunted and seems to have some anger issues. When Tulio went to visit him, to some extent, his anger towards Tulio was fair. Tulio abandoned his family and father to go get rich and have a news show. It was shown that ever since Tulio left, he has spent most of his time in his despacho. (Idk how to say it in English sorry) The way he showed his anger, was however honestly kinda cruel. When Tulio walked up to him (with great hesitation) he said that he hopes he leaves soon and never calls him his father again. He even told him he's dead to him and has disinheritited him. He didn't believe Tulio came back with wholesome intentions (Although he was right about that) he literally said "tell me why you're here or I'll kill you". After that Tulio soon asks him why he never accepted him. Tulio then tries to remember good times he's had with his father, only to come up with nothing. Which either implies he legimately did not have any good moments with him, or that he just doesn't remember. And neither are great options. Tulio isn't a great person. He's done shitty things to everyone, including his dad. But his dad has been doing shitty things to him for a long time. At the end of the comic, he reveals that he's watched all his shows and interviews. And has actually supported his career. He has a heartfelt moment (heartfelt in heavy quotation marks) where he reveals that during Tulios childhood, whenever he made fun of him, ignored him, critiqued him, and even pulled his chair often when he was about to sit, he did it because he loved Tulio the most. He even admits that it probably wasn't the best way to show it. And the thing is, Tulio was the only child he did this to apparently. (Jesus christ no wonder Tulios fucked) This treatment would just ruin a child's self esteem, no matter what. He had no reason to do any of those things. It didn't make Tulio stronger or anything, it just gave him issues. Combine a father that was mean and critical vs a mom that was super nice, I only wonder if that was what caused his ego dysfunctionality. In a flashback to kid Tulio in the movie, he was showing signs of a high ego. It happens in real life and yeah I'm aware I'm looking too deep into this, but the implications are hard to ignore. Tulios' father did love him, he was just not great at showing it by any means. He was hurt by Tulio's not so great actions but he's also done many not good things to Tulio. His dad does want to be there for him. I think he just needs to find way better ways of it. Tulio could've had a naturally high ego of course, but I think his childhood affected it even more. The back and forth between the two parenting methods seems overwhelming idk. This genuinely is fascinating to me and I wish there was more discussion on Tulio's father. Neither of them are the best people, but both in different ways. I think they'll have a rocky relationship for a long while more.

[agarafile]

actually?? lizzie's two minute whale (is it a whale? who knows) is really up there in the collection of lil guys mcyt has been giving me recently

[nenoname]

would stan o war stories mean that stan would finally make some friends.....

[skhardwarevers1]

me when I let my five co-existing universes interact

I don’t give a shit that they all take place in wildly different worlds and time periods it’s funny to me

[snail-cascade-of-snails]

I'm unfortunately really bad at posting updates ever cuz I always forget but a few things happened since the last time I posted. It was my birthday on the 12th so I went to go see wicked the musical. I also convinced my dad to get me Disco Elysium and I played around 55 hrs in like a week. I'm playing that shit like it's my full time job. So yeah. Discoposting

[vulpinesaint]

need u all to be in my replies or my asks telling me what you fr think ab me/the impression you get from me. huge week for me finding out that people do NOT see me as the slightly awkward bookish dork that my childhood self is still very convinced that he is and i need to reassess the situation here

[theminecraftbee]

If Cleo hadn’t known Joe for longer than either of them have known Hermitcraft, she might be concerned about Joe having an argument with himself about which of his six contingency boltholes to hide the two of them in and discuss plans. She might be even more concerned about how blatantly questionable several of them are—she didn’t even know Etho had an attic, let alone one Joe knew how to break into and had hidden a bed in. However, Cleo’s known Joe since longer than either of them have known Hermitcraft, and frankly this is an impressively minimal amount of bafflingly designed anxiety-induced disaster prep for him, so she just lets him guide him into the room and sits cross-legged on the floor.

“No one ever remembers that the overworld smells different,” she says with a sigh.

“For example, here it smells like Etho’s socks,” Joe responds. “Why does he keep socks in the attic, Cleo? I still haven’t figured it out!”

Cleo snorts. “He’s a very strange little man.”

Joe shakes his head. “No, no, if he were a strange little man, I’d know. That’s what I am!”

“No, you’re a strange little puppet these days. Entirely different.”

“Oh, right.”

The two of them sit in silence for a bit after that. Cleo just breathes. They are supposed to be dead or exiled, and they are not. “Supposed to be dead but they’re not” is like, Cleo’s entire thing as a zombie, and Joe’s entire thing as a person, so that’s not what’s making Cleo’s heart race. Maybe Joe’s right; maybe it is the smell of socks. Maybe, though, it’s that the world is different colors. Everything isn’t the same awful grey and red, stretched out endlessly across the horizon.

A fuzzy puppet hand is placed on her own. Cleo looks down.

“Sorry I couldn’t talk to you the whole time. I was being hunted for sport,” Joe says.

“What? No, don’t answer that. Scar. That was obvious. Don’t know why I bothered asking.”

“Doc also kind of wanted to?” Joe says. “But as we both know, Doc’s really bad at making threats that are actually actionable. It’s sort of embarrassing. Cub, also, although Cub and I were mostly engaged in psychological warfare. It’s kind of a shame he exiled himself; who else has an appropriately complex relationship with fireworks and comic sans?”

Cleo snorts. “Never change, Joe.”

“I can’t promise that. To live is to change,” Joe says solemnly.

“Walked into that one,” Cleo says.

They both fall silent a little longer.

“The fact you called me at all, uh. Texted me. Kept me company. Fought a dragon? The drop shipping? I—”

“If my best friend goes mad from loneliness I’m not a very good friend,” Joe says.

“Still, thanks,” Cleo says. “Thank you. It was—thank you.”

“Anyone would have,” Joe says, and all at once Cleo is laughing and sobbing into their hands. Distantly, they can hear Joe panicking; he’s never been very good at other people’s emotions. It’s just—nothing, for days, and everything now, and the edges of their sleeves are still singed from Grian’s attempt to render it all pointless, and Joe’s right here, and Joe’s right here, saying:

“It’s alright, Cleo. I mean, it’s not, there’s an authoritarian government that isn’t letting me play Permitmaster. But it’s okay, for some definition of that, I think—”

“They really wouldn’t,” Cleo manages between choked breaths.

“What?” Joe says.

“You said it’s what anyone would do and they really wouldn’t,” Cleo says.

“…really?” Joe says, and he sounds so idiotically baffled and so exactly like Joe Hills, constant in Cleo’s life since before either of them knew what a Hermitcraft was, that she breaks down into sobs again. Distantly, she recognizes that this is a symptom of having ridden a horse across the nether roof for enough days in a row that her ability to emotionally regulate snapped a little. Immediately, though, she can’t stop thinking about how lucky she is.

Joe smiles, strangely kind for a puppet, and leans his entire felt body against her. He stops talking for the moment. Cleo knows it’s more that he’s probably panicking internally than out of any desire for silence, but…

She’s really, really lucky.

By some miracle stroke, they’re both left alone long enough for Cleo to pull herself together, and then, to the sound of distant fireworks and sirens, they escape Etho’s attic, laughing.

Together they really are going to be so annoyingly unstoppable.

[kale-of-the-forbidden-cities]

some relativity falls screenshot redraws!! in order of the ones i like most to the ones i like least

(but i still like all of them i just want you to see the good ones first)

and yes you get all my commentary on them

this is the most recent one i drew, i literally just finished it, but unlike the others, it took all day! more effort was put into it because i had to figure out the lighting, switch the pine tree for a six fingered hand, and replace the banner of Pacifica in the background (with fiddleford!)

this one is the second one i drew, and i think it's just so cute! i know it usually goes Mabel -> Stan and Dipper -> Ford but for me it really depends on the screenshot- this is the scene where they're watching the mystery shack after Gideon just took over, and I didn't really have to do much for the background, since there was a frame of these bushes before they popped out of them

This one I like not just because of them, but because of the background- see the parts i drew in? No? Good! That's the goal! But yeah Mabel's hair took up quite a bit of the background, as well as her sweater, so i had to make it blend in and look natural with what was already there.

This was the first one I did! This whole thing started because I'd just watched Sock Opera and i was being Normal about all of it, so here's a Bill-Ford and Stan! And the journal! Which i based off of the one from lost legends, sorta- I couldn't decide on a good color, and i'm not too good at color theory so yeah. Also, it's hard enough fitting one extra finger onto Dipper and Mabel's 4, but this stupid six fingered freak (/affectionate) made me cram two extra fingers on there.

also yes this implies that stan put on a puppet show or something. think The Duchess Approves fanfic

original scenes (plus the fiddleford banner thingy) under cut!

(this one doesn't have my username over it because much like fids i forgor but i trust that nobody's gonna steal it)

it could have been better, had i not combined the layers too early

[genericpuff]

I've been griping about the normalization of identity outing via social media for a while now. To put it simply, it's become almost some weird societal requirement that if you don't have every detail listed about yourself in your Twitter/FB/etc. bio, then it means you have "something to hide" or that you're not as "verifiable" because your account looks indistinct from that of a bot.

But that societal norm has really only benefited the people who profit off of that information in some way, whether it's through selling user data or through weaponizing details about a person against them.

I know that a lot of us love to use the fun little labels and acronyms in our bio that help others like us identify us as a 'safe person' or as someone who's in the same social/racial/identity groups as them. We're humans, we love to categorize things, it's in our nature (and it's fun!)

But if there's any time to start regulating that habit and challenging the norm that you're obligated to include all your personal info online - it's now.

There was a time when sock puppet accounts were expected and typical, not "suspicious".

There was a time when even age-sex-location was considered "too much information", but once it became the norm, we only EVER gave our personal information beyond generic ASL to people who we knew both online and in real life, or at the very least, people who we had known online for a significant enough amount of time that they had proved to be trustworthy (and even then, we didn't owe that information to anyone, ever; there are forum friends who I made online 10+ years ago and still talk to who do not know my personal information beyond broad strokes).

There was a time when simply being an avatar with a funny username was enough. And it still is enough, but massive platforms like Facebook and Twitter have been brainwashing us for years to believe that's not the case, under the guise of, "You wouldn't want to be dishonest, would you?" Through these same norms, we were led to believe that anime profile pictures are cringe, that having a fake online name is stupid, that the photos of you having fun at social events have to be taken JUST right otherwise you might imply to others that you're not actually having fun.

And considering how long these platforms have been around now, we have entire generations of children now who have been born and raised on that version of the ZuckMusk web, who have been taught that it "protects them" to express to everyone publicly their age, their school, their workplace, their family members, everything about themselves, because to not do so would be disingenuous.

None of this is to imply that the Internet was "safer" back in the day. I definitely should not have been on the Internet as much as I was when I was 13 in the late 2000's, it definitely did not benefit my brain development or my social skills. But the version of the Internet we currently exist in now is one that's been predicated on the false sense of security - the belief that if you're honest, everyone else has to be, too.

We've always had ways of identifying our safe people - by participating in the communities that we know are designed around our hobbies, our interests, our people. They might be small, they might not be as "cool" as the idea of netting yourself a big following of thousands of people, but they're also a lot safer and more genuine than that idealized following ever could be.

Don't feel pressured to include every bit of information about yourself in your bio. Even on Facebook, there's no rule that says you have to list your workplace, your school, your family members. There's no rule that says you have to list your personality type, queer labels, and neurodivergent disorders in your Twitter bio. There's no rule that you have to "prove" your life is real and fulfilled through the verification of photos, location tagging, and open-book sharing. If you share those photos, it should be because you genuinely want to share them, not because you feel some societal pressure to live up to others' expectations.

And I guarantee you, even your local mutuals on Facebook - your former classmates, family friends, distant relatives, coworkers, etc. - do not actually give that much of a damn about your personal life that they should be owed that much of a look into it on a daily basis. They've got their own shit going on, they literally do not need to know every detail about you.

I know it sounds scary. It also sounds kind of boring, when we've been used to a certain "way" of browsing and participating for years, that if we don't do so, it feels like being in the "out group" and that we're "breaking the rules". But I promise you, after spending over half my life online, those rules do not exist or benefit anyone who wouldn't profit off that information.

If you're wanting to learn how to branch off from major platforms like Facebook and Twitter and/or become more self-sufficient online, here are some guides to navigating the Internet like an old schooler that may help you!

FREE SITE BUILDER:

DIGITAL PIRACY 101:

(also in addition to everything mentioned here ^^^ they neglect to also mention Tor Browser which is a light and free-to-use browser software that allows you to browse anonymously; note that it's similar to a VPN in that it helps hide your identity online, HOWEVER it won't mask you from your ISP quite as effectively as a VPN, and if you sign into personal accounts with Tor, that's still going to obviously out you online lmao but I love using Tor for the odd time when I need to make a sock puppet for something and don't want it linked to my IP! and unlike a VPN, it's free to use!)

LEARN HOW TO USE RSS FEEDS:

People still use these! They're especially helpful for getting updates from your favorite pages and sites directly to your browser WITHOUT having to worry about stupid algorithm bullshit picking and choosing what you see. And many sites DO have RSS support once you know how to find it! (like adding in /rss at the end of a URL! Like this!)

FAKE EMAIL SERVICES:

LEARN HOW TO CODE IN HTML/CSS/JAVASCRIPT (AND MORE!):

DECENTRALIZED SOCIAL MEDIA PLATFORMS:

I hope this helps arm you with some new knowledge in how to navigate the Internet like a Certified Old Person™️(like meeee!) Make your secret alt blogs for besties! Make your formal Facebook accounts that are clean of personal information and present the most neutral, safe-for-work version of yourself and keep the fun stuff to the secret profiles and chat groups that are just for you and friends/family/etc!! It might be "inconvenient" to have multiple accounts for the same purpose, but it's also INCREDIBLY freeing and can make your online experience both safer and more enjoyable.

Being "less" of yourself online does not make you any less you. It is your identity - you do not owe any amount of it to anyone beyond yourself. And in times like these, your identity is your greatest asset. Protect it.

[stavromulabetaaa]

draw puppet drarry badly challenge

these sock puppets are a bit of a sequel to my drarry dolls. they were mostly made with the scraps i had from last year! i giggled uncontrollably while crafting these silly things.

thank you @julcheninred for hosting this absolute laugh riot! and thank you @getawayfox and @crazybutgood for encouraging my nonsense.

[howtonerdoutovereverything]

Moments from Episodes 1-4 of Season 5 of Phineas and Ferb that I just love a lot (in no particular order)

Irving's stand at the block party, particularly the leap from "kiss me" to "acknowledge my existence"...I feel you, man

The genuine concern when Linda vaporizes...the voice acting there MMM

And then Candace talking to the mom cloud and guiding her home, once again the voice acting is just MMM

AND THE ANIMATION THERE WAS SO PEAK

Doof acknowledging that his Vaporizer-Inator is a bit basic because I was thinking that and of course the writers are one step ahead of me

MONOGRAM AND CARL WITH THE FUCKING SOCK PUPPET FILTER, there were so many funny things in these episodes but this was the one that got an audible laugh out of me because oh my GOD

Buford and Isabella arguing because A. it was a fun moment and B. the animation was so smooth??? like out of nowhere it caught me so off guard and I loved it

The random pirate singer during the sub song being the oven maintenance guy

And hearing Swampy sing!!!

Candace's neurosis before her driving test because same girl

Including her staring at the instructor staring at her, as someone who's always worried people are giving me disapproving stares I felt very seen (no pun intended)

LICENSE TO BUST. THE FULL SONG. SUCH A BANGER.

Doof asking Perry not to throw his good china and handing him his bad china to throw instead

Perry being the one to reconnect the wires to save Linda because akldkfsjkdfhs I love him

I will be adding to this list, of course, once I am able to rewatch the episodes :) and there will be lists like this for future episodes

[livvymd]

Off Days & On Arms. | ChrisMD x Reader i dont know im just bored so i made this

You’d both had a weird week.

The kind that left you feeling slightly frayed at the edges — a little off, a little quieter than usual, a little like everything was just a bit heavier.

Chris had been filming almost non-stop. Training, editing, traveling, filming again - and you’d barely gotten more than a few late-night FaceTimes and half-awake voice notes from him. You hadn’t said anything. You knew what his job was like. You loved how passionate he got about it. But you missed him. And today, for some reason, that quiet ache weighed more than usual.

So when you opened your door that Friday afternoon expecting the takeaway driver, and instead found Chris - hoodie on, hair slightly messy, a bag in one hand and that familiar boyish grin on his face - you could’ve cried.

“Hi,” he said, and just like that, the weight cracked a little.

You stood there for a second, eyes blinking back the unexpected burn. Chris’s smile faltered slightly as he looked at you.

“Woah - hey,” he said gently, stepping forward, instantly serious. “You okay?”

You nodded too quickly, then shook your head. “I - yeah. Sorry. Just… bit of a crap week.”

Chris didn’t say anything else. He set the bag down, stepped right into your space, and wrapped his arms around you in that way only he could - solid, warm, chin resting lightly on your head, like his whole body was built to make you feel safe.

You sighed against his chest, hands fisting lightly in the back of his hoodie.

“Been thinking about you all week,” he murmured, voice low, sincere. “Missed you.”

You didn’t even care that he probably hadn’t showered yet. Or that his bag was still by the door. You just stayed there, tucked against him like if you let go, the weight would come crashing back.

After a minute, he gave you a little sway. “Still not gonna say hi to me properly?”

You laughed against his hoodie. “Hi, Chris.”

He pulled back just enough to see your face, brushing a thumb under your eye. “Hi, love.”

Your cheeks flushed.

Chris leaned in and kissed your temple gently. “C’mon. I brought snacks and a stupid movie. We’re staying in today.”

You nodded, already feeling a bit more human again.

—

An hour later, you were both on the couch. Chris had somehow gotten you to smile five times already - including a particularly dumb joke involving a sock puppet made out of his own sock. (“He has an accent. Please respect him.”)

But what really got you was the way he kept his arm around you the whole time. Not in a dramatic way. Just… there. Anchoring. Comforting.

At one point, you shifted to curl into his chest again, and he instinctively adjusted to wrap both arms around you. His hand found the back of your head, gently brushing your hair.

“You know you can tell me when you’re having a rough one, yeah?” he said quietly, almost like he was scared you’d shrug it off.

“I didn’t wanna bother you,” you murmured.

Chris tilted his head down to look at you, expression somewhere between soft and annoyed. “You’re never bothering me. Ever. Promise.”

You swallowed hard.

“And for the record,” he added, nudging your nose with his, “I kind of love being the one who gets to cheer you up.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling despite yourself. “That’s a bit sappy for you, isn’t it?”

Chris shrugged. “Not really. I’m kinda mad for you.”

You buried your face in his chest again, groaning dramatically. “You’re disgusting.”

“And you’re stuck with me,” he said cheerfully, kissing the top of your head again.

There was a long, comfortable pause.

Then -

“…Can I carry you to bed like a damsel in distress?”

You snorted. “Chris - ”

“C’mon. I’ll even do the little voice. ‘Oh no, my legs don’t work, Christopher, save me!’”

You broke into laughter, breath catching in your throat.

Chris grinned like a proud idiot and scooped you up bridal-style without warning, making you squeal.

“CHRIS - !”

He cackled. “Told you! You didn’t believe me!”

You gave up resisting and clung to his neck, head falling against his shoulder as your giggles turned into quiet little hums of comfort again.

The second he set you down on the bed, he wrapped you up in a warm duvet burrito and flopped in beside you, pulling you into his chest again.

And this time, when you sank into him, it wasn’t because the world was too heavy. It was because you felt safe. Cared for. Loved.

You whispered it before you could think twice: “I love you.”

Chris paused - then let out a soft breath.

“I love you too,” he whispered back, like it was the easiest thing in the world.

And maybe it was.

Because even when the week felt heavy, Chris never did.

He was your light. Your warmth.

And your safe place to land.