#first poll woop

[keibea]

hello lovelies! i did my first stream back in a while! i think it went well and thank you to all who showed up :) im just doing a poll to know what times i can offer that would suit the most amount of people, because i think i would like to continue streaming! also what days are most people around?

hopefully one of these works for some people! i also left the VOD up on my twitch if you would like to watch back! i dont know how interesting it was...but might be good for background noise :) hopefully i also got the time conversions right...but its easy enough to convert to your own time anyway!

[haveyouheardthiskpopgroup]

Final verdict: Yes, most people have heard BTS & like their music!!

Song you might know: Dynamite

[hotvintagepoll]

The Three Stooges (Turn Back the Clock, Meet the Baron)—They. Were. The. Blueprint. All scrungly guys who came after owe their "whoop whoop whoop woop!" to the Stooges [editor's note: the Three Stooges were submitted as a group but two of their members were also submitted separately, so I've condensed them into a unit and included the propaganda submitted for Larry and Shemp below the cut.]

Peter Lorre (The Maltese Falcon, Arsenic and Old Lace, Casablanca)—to me he DEFINES scrungle hes the first person i think of every time the term comes up! i want to fold him up like a paper accordion and put him in my pocket. guy that spawned a million voice artists and impersonators. they made a ghost version of him for halloween cereal staple boo berry. bewitched by his nervous mania and tooth gap <3 (for the purposes of propaganda im linking a photo from his extremely short appearance in muscle beach party bc ive been obsessed w it for years and i couldnt find any video for it :/ anyway imagine youre frankie avalon spending the whole movie battling a bodybuilder faction thats taking over your beach and your girl and then you find out this fucking guy is their mastermind mystery leader and hes stronger than all the bodybuilders combined. like Huh. What.)

This is round 2 of the contest. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. If you're confused on what a scrungle is, or any of the rules of the contest, click here.

[additional submitted propaganda + scrungly videos under the cut]

The Three Stooges:

The rest of the Stooges can pass as normalish guys, (until they open their mouths,) but between his trademark hair, very distinctive voice, and ridiculously reactive face, Larry is the Scrungly Stooge. If he isn't taking a slap, poke, or yank to the hair, he's flinching and twitching to some cartoonish violence along with the audience. And occasionally being an absolute one-liner lunatic that reaffirms why he's one of the Three Stooges. He gives off strong "Possum Spotted By Neighbors' Trash Cans" energy, but a chill possum, not one that's going to hiss or run away. A friendly possum that perhaps has limited survival instinct, but you admire him for his optimism. (Worth mentioning: In real life, Larry let Moe Howard handle most of the business aspects of The Three Stooges, because the one time Larry signed a contract by himself, it was to a completely different studio than his partners. He was also absolutely devoted to his wife, Mabel, having met her in vaudeville as teenagers. It was said that if Mabel wanted Chinese food in the middle of the night, Larry would go out and find some. Due in part to Mabel's dislike of housekeeping, and Larry either having a penchant for gambling or having very poor money-management, the Fines tended to live out of hotels. Regardless, when partner Curly suffered a career-ending stroke in the 40s, Larry still contributed part of his paycheck towards Curly's care. Spendthrift or not, Larry was a very generous soul to the end.)

Shemp is just the best at playing the curmudgeonly jackass and come on, who has a scrunglier face than he does?

[cw for disability slur]

Peter Lorre:

he's pretty much the archetype of the scrungly little guy. the blueprint. the example by which all other scrungly little guys are judged

The entire point of his iconic role in Casablanca (apart from introducing the central plot mcguffin) was to be LITTLE and SCRUNGLY to make Bogie look even cooler. And Maggot in Corpse Bride - the littlest scrungliest guy in that film - was a parody of him.

Between his big eyes, wheezy laugh, short stature, and expressive faces, Peter Lorre achieved icon status as the scrungliest, littlest guy in Hollywood. His scrungly little guy energy was often contrasted with the more typical masculinity of the leading man, but whether this contrast was meant to make him seem especially sinister, comedic, or pathetic, it always left an unforgettable impression!

The perfect sniveling character actor, “scrungly” is the first word that comes to mind when I think of him.

I'm sure somebody else has already submitted him (if not then ???) but he's a cute kind of scrungly little guy. He's got a distinctive nasal voice with an accent that is instantly recognizable and often imitated. His later horror movies are so much fun, especially when he's playing off of Vincent Price. He's so good at being unhinged, creepy, or manic, but also pathetic and sympathetic.

Classic scrungly hollywood golden age little guy who was friends with Humphrey Bogart and still played some of the wettest most sniveling characters ever committed to celluloid (complimentary) there is a deep despair and darkness in many of his characters that enhances his scrungly

To be clear, I am one of those people who will argue that Lorre is one of the most underrated film actors, but the POINT is that he's also just a scrungly delight. A delightfully pocket-sized man. Somehow endearing even when he is being actively amoral (see esp. Casablanca. "I found myself much more reasonable!") The faces he makes while doing the Russian cossack dance with a butter knife between his teeth in Silk Stockings make me laugh just thinking about them.

Wikipedia described his typical characters as "timidly devious", lots of weird little villains and evil sidekicks that are pretty horrifying but still manage to be sort of pathetic and the very definition of "poor little meow meow". His look and voice and mannerisms are so iconic they're still imitated

Cartoons for the next century have and will continue to include Peter Lorre-esque characters when needed to up the scrunge factor (see Bugs Bunny and so many more).

Youtube link for characters inspired by Lorre [editor's note: I'm not actually sure how many of these characters are directly, verifiably influenced by Peter Lorre, so take with a grain of salt. tw for suicide depiction.]

I think Arsenic and Old Lace is his quintessential "scrungly" performance. He's so put-upon and tired...all he wants is sleep and some schnapps! I love the way his shoulders fall slowly when he thinks he's caught (he looks like a sad puppy!), only to gleefully sprint out the door when he realizes how dumb those police officers are.

[magiccatbus]

Sometimes, I really want to wear a bikini. Like top and bottom (you know, basic normal as 2 piece bikini (who am I kidding any womens swimwear would be fucking great)). And go swimming. or to the beach. or whatever. But like, I have to make a choice about that. Like:

Option 1 is just do it. Have fun. Fuck the world and its norms, oops there's a bulge. In a bikini bottom. Big woop.

Option 2 I could tuck. But like, that shits just gonna come undone and maybe you'rn't supposed to do physical activities like swimming while tucked?

Option 3 I could make a compromise and wear swim trunks or a swim skirt mabey?

Option 4 I could stay inside, safe from the deadly laser.

Now of course, Option 4 is the default. I do that everyday. Option 1 is verrry tempting, but like, is that even allowed? like that matters I don't think i would actually be comfortable doing that without getting bottom surgery first. Even if I am to be bold enough to do that, I think I'm'a wait for my boobs to get bigger first(they are still growing right? gods I hope they are). Option 2 sounds uncomfortable. Option 3 is probably the smart choice, but it's just not what I fluffing want!

it ocours to me I can just, make a poll? Like, I doubt anyone will see this read through, and answer, but why not slap this in

I wish that the poll duration could be indefinate, oh well.

I should sleep now.(or four or five hours ago but now's fiiiinne)

[hihhasotherfixations]

Wedded - Dragon! John Price x Reader | Chapter 1

When you are mistaken by a dragon as his promised bride, you unexpectedly need to learn how to live with your new husband. After all, the dragon made a deal, and he wants his end of the bargain - you.

Current | Next Chapter

The results of the poll were clear. Dragon Price is first to come up and be written. This was also the only option who’s fic had multiple chapters sooo, woop woop! Hope you all enjoy :3

CW: f!reader, dragon Price, violence in future chapters

Word Count: 3028

Walking into the town, your eyes curiously looked around, an excitement blooming inside you – one you always found yourself in any time you got to a new part of the land, finding cities and villages you never knew existed.

This time, you’d made it to a village just south of the roaring mountains. A range that spanned the border of the land near the east. It was a relatively small village, and as you walked through to the marketplace, you immediately became aware of how close-knit the community was, as everyone seemed to know everyone.

Making you stick out like a sore thumb.

Still, your travels hadn’t gotten you this far if that was something that scared you off. And without further thought, you stepped up to one of the market brokers. The man was a botanist, obviously, selling herbs and wildflowers, your keen eyes curiously scanning around.

“Hello, madam!” The vendor perked up, giving you a once over, noting the large bag slung over your shoulder, as well as the leather-wrapped stick you were leaning on. “New to town?”

“Good morning.” You smiled politely. “Yes I am. It’s very nice.” You said, though as you looked around, it was evident that a scuffle had recently taken place. Broken wood and scorch marks riddling the buildings around.

“Can I help you find anything?” He asked, that typical salesman smile on his face.

Giving a small smile back, you shook your head. “No, I’m just looking for now.” You declined.

As you perused, you recognised most of the man’s wares. Within your own bag that was currently slung over your shoulder, you kept several exact specimens like the ones laid out before you.

After all, you’d been collecting them.

For the last three years, you’d been scouring the land, finding and testing herbs and wildflowers for their potencies and effects. What was once a hobby had become your life, with you abandoning your old one in the process. Yet not a day passed where you regretted your newfound freedom.

“Say, you seem very knowledgeable in this.” The vendor suddenly spoke up and you glanced at him, tilting your head in curiosity. Seeing that, the man explained. “Your eyes zero in on the rarer plants and skip over the common ones. Not many know them like I do.” He complimented.

“Oh, yes.” You smile. “I’m… well, a researcher. I’m writing a field guide on the plants of this continent and their effects.” You said, slight pride in your voice. Though it wasn’t a secret per se, saying it out loud was not something you often did. But giving the man’s profession, you figured it was worth a shot. “I’m looking for some rarer plants and I must ask, what is this one?” You questioned, pointing at a flower to the right. It had white, pointed petals that slowly turned blue the closer it got to the core, yellow spore marking the centre while the stem and leaves itself were green. Nothing like you’d ever seen before.

“That? Oh, that is a mountainscale lily.” He smiled, picking up the dried specimen. “Very rare. Found only in caves high up in the mountains.” As he said that, he turned and pointed to the looming mountain behind the village.

“I’ve never seen them before.” You mused, leaning in to get a better look.

“They’re native to this region. Only grow under very specific circumstances.” He explained and you nodded, curious.

“Is this in a place I could reach?” You questioned, making the vendor frown.

“I would not advise-“ “Ah! Hold on!” A woman suddenly interrupted, sliding in beside the merchant, her hand on his arm. The man looked a little startled, glancing at her in confusion, to which the woman nudged her head in your direction with an easy smile. “Look at the lady, she’s well equipped! Don’t be underestimating her now.” She teased, bumping her hip into his before squeezing his arm to get his attention and sending him a pointed stare, one you felt you shouldn’t be witnessing. At it, the man glanced from her to you – who was standing there confused – before grunting as he looked away from you, muttering under his breath.

Confused, you turned to the woman who turned to face you while smiling wide.

“Sorry about that. I couldn’t help but overhear.”

“That’s… okay.” You hummed, shifting your hiking stick to your other hand, a little put off by her sudden appearance. “So, am I correct in saying you think I could get to where the flowers grow?” You questioned, the woman seeming to light up.

“I am positive! In fact, I would like to ask to make a deal with you. Hire you, if you will.”

That was both intriguing and concerning at the same time. Anyone could take one glance at you and see you weren’t exactly a mercenary for hire.

“Darla, no-“ The man started, placing his hand on her shoulder, but the woman just shrugged it off.

“Hush now, I’m sure it will be no problem.” She smiled, keeping her eyes on you, to which the man grabbed her elbow, forcefully turning her to face him.

“Don’t. This is our problem. We must bear the consequences.” He said pointedly, but Darla scoffed and yanked her arm free.

“We have a perfectly capable young woman here.” She spoke, glaring at him.

“I’m sorry, what’s going on?” You asked, confused and before the man could say anything, Darla stepped in.

“These flowers. They have a healing capability. About a month ago, our village was raided and our supply stolen.” She spoke, a resentment sounding in her voice. “It was supposed to last us through the winter but now new flowers need to be plucked. The problem is that gathering them requires skill and knowledge. No one but my husband can do it, but he injured his leg during the raid and hasn’t been able to make the trip.” She said while gesturing to him.

“Oh. I’m sorry to hear.” You frowned in sympathy, looking at the vendor who had a defeated look, sitting down on his stool behind his stall. When looking around at the village, the evidence of a scuffle was clear. And not a small one. Not only were there the ruins and scorch marks around you, some houses were even burned down on the outskirts – which you’d seen when coming into town.

“Listen.” The man spoke up, catching your attention again. “The mountains aren’t easy to traverse, especially with an injury. It’s not a safe road. Think about this.” He warned, looking at his plants, avoiding your eyes.

Your brows creased together in thought as you then looked at the woman. “So… what is it you want?”

Darla perked up, her eyes landing on you before turning pleading as she walked around the stall, grasping your hands and holding them up between you and her. “We will tell you how to find the flowers. And in return, I beg you to retrieve a satchel full of them for our village. We cannot survive winter without them.”

Blinking in surprise, you looked from her, down to the pressed flower laying on the wood of the stall. You’d never heard of a flower which had capabilities such as that. 

“I-“ You glanced up at her again. Her hand was holding yours tightly.

“You can take this one for free.” She then quickly spoke, grabbing the pressed flower and pushing it into your hand.

Frowning, you looked down at it, briefly studying the colours and make before sighing, looking at the vendor again, who was still looking down. While the thought of a flower having such potent capabilities was hard to believe - not without it having some sort of addicting feature – the opportunity to study it was too good to pass up. “Okay.”

At your simple word, Darla lit up, grinning wide, though it was almost scary as she then turned to her husband and hugged him. “We’re going to be alright!” Before you could say anything, she moved back over to you, gripping your shoulders. “You will save every young maiden in our village from a terrible and ill fate.”

Letting out a bit of a confused chuckle, you leaned back a bit. “Why, does the flower not affect men?”

At that, Darla cackled a laugh – a surprisingly pleasant sound.

“Come, let me give you a map and explain how to get there.” She smiled, placing her hand on your backpack, gently pushing you with her, leading you across the market.

And in the haste of her offering you a place to stay at her impressively lavish two-story house, food, a map into the mountains and all the instructions that came with it, you failed to realise that the herbal vendor never came to the house, nor that neither him or Darla wore wedding rings.

- - - -

Leaning on your stick, you paused at the edge of the trail, huffing and puffing.

Since the early hours of dawn you’d been walking, resting periodically to make sure you’d be fit to continue.

According to Darla, the hike to the nearest cave containing the wildflowers was ten hours – on top of the hour you’d already travelled by horse together with the woman.

She had been incredibly helpful, sticking close to you and repeatedly thanking you for being willing to do this. Hell, it almost felt like she was glued to your hip until the moment you reached the foot of the mountain, where she was all too eager to send you off on your way, taking the horses back home.

Not that you blamed her.

Walking over to the rocky face of the mountain, you leaned against it, staying away from the trail’s edge, not to keen to fall down it. Shifting down to sit, you pulled your backpack off your back, digging in to get your journal where you flicked to the most recent entry.

Opening the page, you carefully picked up the pressed mountainscale lily, turning it in your hand. Before parting ways with Darla, you’d asked her many questions about the flower’s properties. She’d seemed a little flustered, almost unwilling to talk about it.

Glancing down at your notes, you pulled out the charcoal pencil from the spine of your journal, drawing a line down from the drawing you made of the flower.

Hunching forward, you scribbled a single word before a loud thud suddenly echoed through the forest down below, making you snap your head up, looking over the sea of orange-leafed trees before you. Far in the distance, birds rose to the air, making you hum curiously.

Glancing back down at the journal, you placed the flower back between the pages before closing the book, getting back to your feet again, ready to pass the next few hours mulling over your new hypothesis, that one word echoing in your mind.

‘Addictive?’

- - - -

Pulling your coat tightly around yourself, you shivered, tying the strings directly under your chin. Even with the sun shining fully in the sky, the air was frigid – a cause of both the height you were walking at, as well as the nearing of winter.

You’d long since pulled out your woollen hat, keeping yourself as warm as possible, your hands feeling like ice.

Holding your map tight, your eyes glanced from the parchment and up the trail you were currently on. It was small, a goat’s path more than anything and one misstep would result in you plummeting down onto rocks far below.

Yet as you looked right, you couldn’t help but be in absolute awe by the view.

As far as your eyes could see, the forest stretched. Along the way, a wide river shimmered in the slowly setting sun, everything bathed in a gorgeous light, enhancing the golden leaves of the autumn trees. If you weren’t at threat of losing the light, you’d have sat down to draw it.

Looking back at the map, you breathed out, exhausted. Your feet hurt, every step making you question whether or not this was worth all the hassle. Yet as you grasped onto the brittle rock on your left and rounded the bend, you saw it.

A large opening sat in the side of the mountain, a plateau in front of it providing plenty of space. The cave opening alone must have been the size of nearly two houses beside each other.

And about ten meters in front of you, you saw it.

A mountainscale lily gently flowed back and forth in the breeze, the petals gently moving.

Firmly pushing off your stick, you began walking towards it, crouching beside the flower.

It was small, incomplete and evidently not growing in ideal circumstances, too exposed to the wind.

Leaving it where it was, you kept going. The cave sat about thirty meters ahead and your heart began thudding in excitement.

Every herb and wildflower you’d documented so far was one you either already knew, or had vaguely heard of. All of them were known, most likely researched, used in experiments until every purpose was exploited. But this one? You’d never heard of a flower like this. And the thought of you being the first to properly document it? It filled you with an eager excitement.

Reaching the cave, instantly you saw the lily’s on the edges of the opening, blooming in the dirt-like ground that littered the plateau you were standing on, the forest behind you and far below.

Taking off your backpack, you moved over the left, crouching by a cluster of the flowers. Digging into your pack, you pulled out your journal and knife, carefully starting to prod at and study the flower, carelessly scribbling anything of note down.

Your mind was only focused on a single thing, yet as you inspected the flower, you noted that even in its alive state, the colours were less bright than the pressed flower the vendor had given you. Even these flowers weren’t sufficiently growing.

“Is it the cave?” You mumbled to yourself, setting your items down and getting to your feet.

Slowly, you started to walk in through the massive opening, your body casting a tiny shadow in the large circle of light.

For a minute or so, you moved. Yet the further you went, the more you walked, a dread slowly started to settle in the pit of your stomach.

Something felt off.

Stalactites hung from the ceiling, ominous and casting shadows onto the top of the cavern.

The light from the entrance was pale, limited. And as you walked forward, you slowly got to the cap of it. Daylight reached into the cave in almost a halo. A safe circle of pale light, ending where you stood now, right at your feet.

Normally, you didn’t feel like this. Normally, you’d step into the shaded part of a cavern without trouble but in this moment? You couldn’t.

There was something about this place that wasn’t right. Unnatural.

…Warm.

The cave was warm.

It was subtle, not immediately noticeable until you focused on it, but still your eyes widened in realisation of that fact. Despite climbing high up, damn near into the mountains to get here. There was no frigid cold. The difference from the moderately chilly air outside and in here was noticeable. And it definitely didn’t come from the watery sun outside.

A breeze suddenly picked up, a gust of wind so fast you had to snap your hand up to hold onto your hat, your eyes closing on instinct as your clothes billowed and ruffled.

Clutching the strap of your bag with one hand and your hat with the other, you dared to peek an eye open. Yet as you did, your heart sunk, watching as the sun that had been shining on your back was blocked, a shadow sliding in and covering your body.

The gust of wind passed, your heartbeat thudding harshly in your chest as you could hear every breath you took, your eyes wide as you stared at the unnatural shadow currently cast over you. A shadow that shouldn’t be there. A shadow that wasn’t a second ago.

Slowly, as if a thousand weights hung on you, you turned your head around. And the clench of your jaw slackened as a terror fell over you.

Sitting there, sprawled  across the opening of the cave, hung a dragon.

With scales a deep green, its eyes were fixed on you, unblinking while it sat. Hanging on the rock, its massive form blocked out the sunlight, small slivers only escaping near the corners of the scaly creature, the light almost casting it in a halo. Or hellfire.

You’d never seen a dragon before, only heard stories of knights or travellers, regaling the terror and power they could wreak.

You didn’t dare blink or move, just stuck in a staring contest until for the first time, it made a noise as a billow of smoke escaped its maw, a rumble echoing through the cave as it shifted, muscle rippling and scales glistening in the light.

With a deliberate and slow movement, it flexed the joints of its wings, stretching them slightly and blocking out even that last bit of sunlight that was on your body, fully encasing you in its mighty shadow.

With barely anything else to do, you turned your body around to face it like your head was, and as if on cue, that made it move.

Slinking down from the large cave entrance, the dragon landed on the rocky ground, front paws thudding down before the rest of the body followed, moving towards you.

Terrified, you stumbled back, wanting to run, though your heel hooked behind the uneven ground of the cave, making you fall onto your back harshly.

With the wind knocked out of you, you’d barely opened your eyes before you found the dragon’s maw hanging right above you, an amusement dancing in the crinkle of its eyes.

“Please-“ You whispered, only for the dragon to not hear as it instead spoke.

“Finally made the decision to show up, did we? You’re four hours late.”

-

I’ll try to get the next chapter out as soon as I can! Please let me know what you thought and if there is interest for a tag list for future chappies ❤️

[tricktack]

A list of (almost) everything MatPat got wrong about GenLoss:

"Generation Loss is an ARG." Generation Loss is actually quite transparent about not being an ARG. It has elements similar to an ARG, such as audience interaction, but there is a clear barrier between the story/characters and real life. One of the defining features of an ARG is the lack of this barrier.

"Ranboo is the Founder and orchestrated the entire show from start to finish."

"The teasers ask the audience to kill the Founder, and the finale ends with the audience voting to kill Ranboo, implying they are the same person." It was heavily foreshadowed that there are many generations to come, and also confirmed by cc!Ranboo several times. Killing the Founder in Generation 1 wouldn't make sense. That, and just because Ranboo died doesn't automatically prove that he's the Founder.

"Ranboo always makes choices that keep the performance on track." He is being controlled to do so. One of the very first details you can possibly notice in the series is that when the mask comes on, Ranboo is not in control of his actions.

"Ranboo doesn't participate in searching [in ep 2]." The Showfall announcement on twitter says that interactive elements are limited on episode 2, giving Ranboo no commands or agency of his own to actually help other than the limited audience polls. also the mask was reset in episode 2, placing him under even stricter control.

"Ranboo knows what is happening and will do anything to keep the show going." Since the very beginning teasers, Ranboo has been labeled The Hero. This name alone makes it obvious that Showfall has intended for Ranboo to be the protagonist, and thus the one that makes it to the end. Again, he's under control- even if he knows what's going to happen, none of his reactions or choices were truly his.

"Ranboo locked Sneeg in the basement, that's how he knows Sneeg was there for 6 months." There's no evidence that Sneeg actually was there for 6 months, given that the cabin is canonically just a set that they use. All we have to go on for this is a throwaway line (which GenLoss is full of throwaway lines). And Ranboo somehow "knowing" how long Sneeg was there isn't a direct implication of guilt, again considering that it's the set of a show.

"The Puzzler is scared of Ranboo." The Puzzler is the Bad-At-Being-A-Villain archetype. Him going "woops sorry" when he almost accidentally kills Ranboo is not him being "scared" of Ranboo. It's him being the goofy villain that Showfall wrote him to be. (Sidenote: Interesting that Matpat was implying that Jerma may have flubbed some lines, when the entire point of his character was to be as incompetent as possible. Saying the wrong thing was kind of... the point of the character.)

"Ranboo believes he is doing everything to help humanity." Yeah he lost me there. I don't even know what that's supposed to mean.

"Ranboo's death was staged" I'll give this one the benefit of the doubt. He may not have actually died, or he may have been brought back, but it's not because he was actually the one behind it all.

"The cooking show cutaways prove that Ranboo is still alive." The cooking show cutaways are obviously prerecorded, even in-universe. You have to consider that even in-universe this is still a live show. They would've had to have been prerecorded anyway. Even if these cutaways had been filmed after the fact for a prerecorded show, the cutaways still could've been recorded between episodes, as canonically there was a day in between each episode (where it's implied that characters go into an idle state).

Using cc!Ranboo's explaination about the rerecorded/remastered aspects of the Founder's Cut as evidence that gl!Ranboo is manipulating the footage. This would be a very interesting take on the idea and definition of Generation Loss as a concept, however cc!Ranboo has stated many times before that the Founder's Cut is solely to get past the limitations of the live setting. It also would not make sense that gl!Ranboo would be the one manipulating the footage, but we're too deep down the "Ranboo Is The Founder" rabbit hole to talk about that.

"The Founder's Cut will replace the original VODs, slowly changing the details until a distorted copy is left." Again, cool concept. But Ranboo has already confirmed that this is not the direction that the series is going. The VODs will still be up and the Founder's Cut is not meant to replace them, just make them easier to watch.

Conclusion: MatPat focuses too much on throwaway lines, in-universe jokes, and whiteboards, and ignores blatant visual clues such as the mask, morse code, and... just about everything really... for 16 minutes.

[guess-that-ship]

The contestants for S13: Badly Describe Your Ship are finally here!

64 ships, badly described, are competing for the title of best ship this time. Who will come out on top? Only time will tell. Round 1 will start tomorrow at 9 PM EDT, with each poll lasting a week.

The list is pretty long, so I'll put it under the cut:

(note: any ship with * means the title was modified due to the original title containing identifying details)

He's Just Like Me Fr (derogatory)

Duet

Pandoras Awful little box

02/29

Haunted

Don’t pull the string

Apple Scruffs

Subterfuge

bisexual ex-cops

three and a half horns

Hateful Rivals

omg get a job

Awakened to Death

Gay (Straight) Robots

Ying and Yang

Torment Nexus Furries

Saxophone

well-thought out solution for a problem that is definitely real

35/46

World's chillest guy x serial overthinker

Is it gay to call your boss king?

wheat field under the summer sky

Family first, the world can burn

Forever Means Forever

Lemon Candy

Black and White

Goddess and Man

Royal Wanderings

Cannibalism as a metaphor for eating people

when the man-eating monsters are the least of your problems

Overalls

Pit trap partners

Sunrise Potato

Bouquet #51

Where's the pizza deliver guy?(in a homoerotic relationship)

Snuggle Bugs

They should NOT be at the club

New in Town

ghost fuckers 3

Cogs in the Wheel

world tour*

Mindfulness

Besties Around the Clock

Summer School and Illness

Coworkers With Detriments

weirdly neon

The Blue One and The Red One

Burning Stars

109*

LESBIANS IN LOVE

Heart's garden

Woops, accidental fucking

Jared 19 never learnt how to read

Autism in Space!

Gay Roommates*

Daddy Issues

Gay and gayer

human punching bags

I want to impress you/You already impressed me

Scary & Sweet

Birds of Paradise

Refrigerator Magnet

stop holding grudges challenge (difficulty impossible)

Golden

[walks-the-ages]

[excluding 'Elphie' (2025) as it is a prequel/in-between-quel]

Vote for your reading progress as of the time you first see this poll :)

I have finished the whole original Wicked Years series and am about 75% done reading my library copy of The Brides of Maracoor, with a large print physical copy I found on ebay on the way 💚

Edit: woops I think I listed the titles for Another Day out of order 🤫

[ephemerabanter]

Let's Fix Tumblr - ROUND TWO

Here are the survivors from our first round. I removed several with the lowest percentages (and one or two redundant) and added a few I'd forgotten (woops). In this round, the option(s) with the least number of votes will be eliminated in the next round in a new poll each week.

*for instance, if #apples is the 20th tag on a post, it should not appear as a "Top" post for the #apples tag before something where #apples is the first tag (and likely the primary focus of the post).

@staff

[cyazurai]

Was so busy putting together the first Ward heir poll yesterday that I completely forgot I had to fill my queue. Woops. Regular posts return tomorrow. 😂

[madame-fear]

I have enough inspiration to, perhaps, write something for Fran Romero. I don’t know what to write first though ahshfhj so you guys will choose !! I have more requests for him on my drafts, but chose these few for the poll. 💕

note; on the third option, I meant scratch marks*** in plural, woops

[agam-shel-barvadim]

just saw a (non i/p related, for once) poll that made me go:

it's complicated. how complicated? well, most people have one definition for the term used in the question, i could give 3 different definitions, all of which i feel very uncomfortable with, and for each one, my answer would change. and actually, it's not just three definitions but rather three binary factors from which i can construct the definition. but the third one is unlikely to have the positive option (or at least so i'd like to think). so this leaves us with 4 likely definitions, two of which get the same answer, and then the other two get a different answer each (which is also different from the first one). most people would go with the definition where all three factors are negative, but this definition fails to consider nuance in my personal experience. then it made me think, all of this is just when im considering myself, would these three factors necessarily suffice for defining the question for every individual? and the answer was obviously no so clearly a better definition is required...

is. is this the secular version of Talmudic discourse. did i just made a Talmudic discourse in my own brain over a tumblr poll. help

edit: i just re-read this and it makes zero sense by how much i tried to stay safe and not reveal information, woops

[gaasublarb]

The top 6 results from the first poll of 11 options (5th place tied(Fungus and Bug)).

Plus I forgot to put Octopus and stuff last time so they get a seeded placement woops.

Combined Reptile and Dinosaur so I wouldn't split any Dragon votes

Round 3

[hotvintagepoll]

i love seeing sll the propaganda it’s incredibly funny to me bc sometime there will be a very convincing picture to vote one way but woops. i voted on every poll the very first second i saw them posted. oh well ahaha. thanks for hosting this its so fun.

Thank you! The propaganda in the reblogs has been so fun to read. Keep it coming!

[pennielane]

actually, the wilburys got that many votes because they’re a good band with two fun and enjoyable albums that have a lot of songs that reflect the various styles of the artists who are in the band- who also have a lot of fans that crossover with Beatles fandom. it’s hurtful that this narrative of “bitter George stans” is being suggested when for the most part it was wings fans pretty aggressively putting down the idea that people like the wilburys in the tags of the poll. is it unbelievable that people could genuinely enjoy them? wings and the wilburys have very different musical styles, and don’t people have different musical tastes?

oh woops, i think this was your first message to me. i answered the other one first

if we're getting pedantic, a review of the tags demonstrates that the TW fans were the "provocateurs"; they put down wings first and the wings fans only swooped in bearing arms when they felt the need to defend wings lmfao

also it's very much not unbelievable that people would like TW, they're an epic band. just not as good as wings imo :)

[kirbee-hd]

And that's it

(Well it was a while ago but stuff came up)

I would like to start this off by congratulating everyone, even if you didn't get it right you still tried and that's all that matters

Now on to the correct answer, yes?

Now you see dear Hermitcraft viewers, I've noticed a large amount of confusion regarding this poll. As many of you pointed out, all of these are cannon to hermitcraft, that is true. However "which one of these is not cannon to Hermitcraft" was not the name of the poll was it?

For you see...

Minecraft YouTuber Docm77 got his arm ripped off by Minecraft Developer Dinnerbone (basically a God) long before he joined Hermitcraft

Therefore this was the event that did not happen on the Hermitcraft server

thanks for voting, all the answers will be under the cut

"Someone feeds a dead body to an alien in front of said dead body's friend" was actually kind of wrong (sorry, I'm only human). What happened was that while Scar showed Doc his pet alien during the Area 77 arc in season 6. It is heavily implied that Scar fead Etho to said alien. This happens around 1:53-4:40

"A war started over what type of dirt should be added to the shopping district" was a story arch in season 7. In this arch Grian tries to keep the mycelium shopping district. However Scar, who was the mayor, wanted it to be changed to grass.

"Herobrine shows up after some time travel shenanigans" is also something that was technically incorrect (woops). Herobrine actually showed up during said time travel shenanigans. This happened during the Area 77 arc, when the Hippies got Grian's time machine back and accidentally got transported to an earlier version of Minecraft. This happens around 8:49-10:00

"A hippie finds a hyperdrive under a giant plant and proceeds to travel space" is a reference to renbob. Scar used a hyperdrive to travel to hermitville, but it crashed and mutated a plant into becoming Scara. Later on Renbob steals the hyperdrive and spends the rest of Hermitcraft traveling space. This happens around 0:00-2:13

"One guy has the power to turn into a ghost whenever he gets paid enough" is a reference to a gimmick that Joe Hills has for his Hermitcraft streams. When given enough donations she expands his face cam to the point where it fills up the entire screen. Once that happens if you continue donating they'll start to lower the "Joepacity" face cam, this state is called "The Jhost". He does this in a lot of streams but I'll link one example, it happens around 1:49:41-1:50:49

"Someone defeats their evil clone in a rap battle" is a reference to WelsKnight and HelsKnight (I'm surprised how many people didn't know about this). WelsKnight makes a clone of himself that gets possessed by the embodiment of his dark side from an alternative dimension who wants to take over Hermitcraft. How does Wels deal with him? Through a rap battle of course. This happens from 18:54-21:54

"An unknown object fell from the sky and made everyone switch their bases" was another one that I got technically wrong (my bad). In reality only the people what signed up got to swap their bases. What happened was a mysterious object with a timer fell from the sky and dispensed the message "HCBBS". This device asked for people to give their names to it so they can be "part of the change over". In reality, "HCBBS" stood for "HermitCraft Big Base Swap" and everyone who submitted their names swapped their houses with a random Hermit who also signed up.

The last option was meant to be a "see results" option. Unfortunately I didn't convey it correctly.

I often get told by friends that, whenever I explain Hermitcraft lore to them, it just sounds weird. Like, some stuff you would make up while on crack. Ans considering how popular these types of polls are getting I decided to try something