#IT’S NOT A WEIRD THING!!!! GRAH!

[ollyou]

Every time I draw a shirtless/naked person in my free time but want to actually post the art to social media, I just slap the most low effort skin-tight undershirt on them and call it a day

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

you said Adams lore has changed in the lab world…instantly curious-

okay so.

Back when the au was first made and before it went on its long hiatus, I said Adam was taken as a child and used as the first test subject for MBT, being the child of Lynn and Jude Murray, who worked at MBT.

Now, he still is. technically the child of Lynn and Jude, but. he was never born. he was grown.

Using DNA from Lynn, Jude, some from Gabriel, and whatever other DNA could fill in the gaps, Gabriel grew a human (mostly) specimen in a tube. being Adam. Took a few months for him to grow to a point where he could be let out of the tube (and sense his growing was accelerated while in the tube, he was aged to like. young toddler at this point.) However, after another few years, Lynn had grown attached to her "son", and wanted him to leave the facility, so she sabotaged the equipment, and let Adam out of the facility to flee into town. Due to this, she was killed, and Jude, who was meant to be looking after Adam, was. met with a worse fate.

So TLDR: Adam was grown in a lab tube and escaped a few years later, meaning he was never fully human in the first place and never knew he wasn't until he was recaptured in 2007.

[loveless-arobee]

Just heard someone on TikTok state that "platonic love is the purest form of love" and I just want to vomit now.

Fuck off with that bullshit. Don’t say crap like this.

Grah. Can’t even word. What the fuck makes people say shit like this and believe they’re actually right??? And that they’re somehow helping aros with it???

(It was a TikTok talking about (queer-)platonic relationships, and started off already weird with bullshit about how if you don’t love your friends you’ve "done something wrong in life", but it just got worse and worse from there………)

Just a fucking reminder that loveless people exist. Aplatonic people exist. And that no form of love is """purer""" than another. Just… how do people think this is an even remotely okay thing to say?

Fuck amatonormativity. Fuck platonormativity. And above all, fuck love.

[urfavnegronerd]

Any general or romantic headcanons for Miles G? Sorry if this is too vague >_<

AHHH I LOVE FEEDING OUR DELUSIONS

like i said in the last hc i wrote, miles g is essentially a really old bodega cat who sleeps in sunny spots and observes on the top of shelves. yall know EXACTLY what im talking about.

when yall first met (imma say yall met in ap art cus i like art) he tried to be a grah grah boom ass nigga who was only taking the class for credit

he's a hell of an actor

but eventually you see he's genuinely talented

obviously its ap art

anyway

when yall are still getting to know each other he doesn't call u ma/mami/mama yet to keep you comfortable

he gets really panicky around you for some reason

but also like scarily calm

he loves ur presence sm

he ends up asking aaron (who is literally no help) for advice on asking you out

he suggests the shoulder touch

miles actually believes him and tries it on you

you laugh your ass off but buy him lunch and watch older episodes of inkmasters (i fucking love inkmasters) on ur laptop during ur lunch period

you think the shoulder touch was a joke

and then like a month later (baby was embarrassed as hell) he asked you out w flowers

not basic ass roses, like stargazer lilies, babys breath, willow, wisteria, that type shit

he panics on planning the first date

and because the shoulder touch didn't work he goes to aaron to figure out what not to do

aaron advises to go see a movie and then ice cream

miles goes the complete opposite and takes u ice skating at the rockerfeller

neither of you know how to ice skate

its a mess

but it eases the air between you too

laughing your way off the ice he takes you to a coffee shop and orders tea (this man LOVES tea especially jamaica (jamaica is cold but he loves herbal tea) you can argue w the wall)

he walks you home

the air is awkward as fuck because he wants to hold your hand but is too afraid to ask

so you ask him if he can hold something for you and give lace your hands together

his hands are shaky

like really shaky

mans is losing his shit

he's literally just a baby

when you get to his stoop he pushes the buzzer and clears his throat

he obviously wants to kiss you but is also too nervous

so you cover the camera on the buzzer thingy (the thing that has buzzers to each apartment + the residents name and that really weird security camera. that thing) and kiss him on the cheek

MANS IS STUTTERING

"get home safe miles" uhhhhhh.... y-yeah, you too

he makes sure that ur safely in the building and dramatically flops on the stoop and sighs

mans is having a main character moment

every year on ur anniversary he takes yall ice skating at the rockerfeller and the gets the two of you herbal tea at the same coffee house

mans is such a sap omg

hehehehe

i luh yalllll

xoxo,

rae <3

[according2thelore]

That anon who said they dean being jealous of himself is SO right. I'm LOVING the angsty jealous dynamics you've been feeding us. I'm partial to "young Sam is jealous of old Sam" myself because it's soooo cute and sad. Like yes! Make Sam pout! Make him value himself less! Make him glare daggers at LS!Sam and ES!Dean!!! Make him think he's the odd one out and not wanted! The angst! I'm also dying for ES!Dean to comfort ES!Sam once(if) he realizes that he feels left out. Just UGH. ES!SAM FEELING LIKE THE LAST CHOICE! SO good. I love coming to your blog just to see what you post lol, you just hit every right button for me.

AHHH! THANK YOU!

let's discuss!

SO much of ES!Sam's life up to that point is feeling like the odd one out!

when it's just dean and sam, i think sam doesn't feel like he has to try to fit in as hard. when dean's trying to impress/ingratiate himself with dad? for sure. those awkward few hunts after stanford? 100%

but when it's just dean and sam, they might fight and get snippy, but sam doesn't have to put up a front. he doesn't have to put on airs. in fact, we see a couple times in the show that when sam's trying to be something he's not with dean, it's to protect him/protect his feelings.

so for ES!Sam, to have that safe space (lol pardon the phrase) GONE--sam's only completely authentic space (bc even with jess, he had to hide huge parts of himself)--

it would definitely put him off-balance. to sam, dean is choosing a different, better version of sam. ES!Sam felt safe being his own bitchy self with dean, but to have ES!Dean so clearly prefer a version of sam with all that removed, i wouldn't be surprised if ES!Sam felt the pressure to change to meet ES!Dean's new preferences.

which of course he resents! sam spent so much of his life being told to change: by dad, by dean, by other hunters, by himself.

to find out that your only true safe place to land can, does, and will prefer a seemingly faultless version of yourself?? bro. immediately confusing and devastating.

and even outside of the meta-dynamic of their relationship, ES!Sam is confused! and scared!

because he's also in love with dean. so to be usurped so easily both platonically and romantically?? GRAH! it drives sam crazy!

because he's not even sure which parts he's "allowed" to be mad about. he's not sure if glaring at the space where LS!Sam has his knee pressed against ES!Dean's in the car is an "acceptable" platonic jealousy, or if it's part of his sick-wrong-bad possessiveness that ES!Dean is his.

he's not sure if wanting to rip off LS!Sam's face for making ES!Dean laugh like that is annoyance that ES!Sam's superpower is communal or fury that ES!Dean is capable of belonging to someone else.

he's afraid of coming out and saying a lot of it, because what if it's too revealing?? what if he missteps and ES!Dean recognizes that ES!Sam's agonized ire is because he wants to suck his cock until he can't see straight?

he's annoyed and he's mad and he's upset, but bottling it up is all ES!Sam really knows how to do unless he wants to bring their house of cards down!

as for comfort, i think ES!Dean at first would not recognize this at all, lmao. for all ES!Dean's attentiveness to the changes in ES!Sam's moods and needs, he thinks he's just being a little bitch about the whole thing (his regrettable choice of words, not mine).

like c'mon, we're both weirded-out by this whole thing. we're in this together! and being rude to LS!Sam&Dean is not going to change our situation. dean does not take slights to sam lightly, even if the person slighting LS!Sam is ES!Sam.

i think it would take something stronger for ES!Dean to realize that ES!Sam's feelings are genuinely hurt--or at least confused--about the whole thing. ES!Sam avoids him like the plague, and these men do not sit down to talk about feelings, lmao.

maybe ES!Dean stumbles in on LS!Dean & ES!Sam talking, and LS!Dean is obviously comforting him, hand on the back of his neck, and ES!Sam's got a pink nose and shiny eyes and ES!Dean kind of blows up, because what the fuck did you say to him? what's going on in here?

LS!Dean rolls his eyes and shoves him off like go talk to your kid. i'm not here to mediate your bitchfits.

maybe it finally comes out later, ES!Sam not really able to look dean in the eyes, that he's sick of dean being so whipped for LS!Sam, and since when did dean need other brothers?

ES!Dean doesn't know how to express the fact that he's so taken with LS!Sam because this is a brother that wants him back! that needs him back! LS!Sam loves the hunt and he loves dean, and he's not shy about either of those things! if LS!Sam has free time, he spends it with dean. if LS!Sam is bored, he goes to look for dean. ES!Dean is thrilled by the promise of that future, of a sam who is gorgeous and strong and sexy as fuck and wants dean!!!

so he fumbles his way through it like "c'mon, sammy. he's you."

"is he, though? he's...i don't know. it's hard to recognize myself in him. he's...different....than i thought he would be. i guess."

ES!Sam doesn't know how to say that out of the four of them, he's the only one that feels Other. he wants to be part of this, but they don't make it easy.

ES!Sam doesn't know how to navigate on the outside of the Sam&Dean dynamic. he is the Sam in the Sam&Dean dynamic--he's realizing how strange and alienating it is to be not Sam or Dean in that, and he hates it.

"you think i'd put up with some guy that wasn't you?" dean scoffs, and they both kind of stare at each other for a second, because that was dangerously close to the truth.

"listen," ES!Dean follows up quickly, because he's not willing to let those words sit in the air too long, for the off-chance that ES!Sam will have time to process them. "you're my sam, okay? my pain in the ass little brother. this guy is sam, but he's that dean's sam. so. y'know. they're not us. or ours, or...whatever. you're still the little shit i'm gonna bug first."

it's tense for a long moment, unsure if that was too honest, too revealing. ES!Sam's still breathing a little fast, and ES!Dean keeps shifting on his feet.

"you're an asshole." ES!Sam finally says, exhaling, looking genuinely un-strung for the first time in weeks, and ES!Dean practically slumps forward in relief.

"aw, sammy. you sure know how to make a girl blush." he coos, and ES!Sam swats him away, all it's sam, you know it's sam.

and ES!Dean is smiling and rolling his eyes and his hands are still shaking under the table like yeah, yeah, whatever you say.

GAH!!!!!!!!!!!! jealous sam! devastated sam!!! isolated sam!!!

YOU GET IT!!!!!!! YOU UNDERSTAND THE VISION!!!!!!!!!

thank you for this ask!!! and for your kind words!!! mwah, mwah, mwah! <3

-lizzy

[risewriter]

Good day ! Is it possible to have some comfort with Raphie and Donnie aka the Brains and the Brawn duo 💜❤️ ?

ROTTMNT: Smart

Tot Raph and Donnie sit together in the play room. Surrounded by toys, they each found their own thing to be occupied with.

However, the serenity didn’t take long.

Tick, tick, tick, tick!

Little Donnie feels his eye twitching. With a loud thud he places his rubrics cube on the ground.

“Can you be quiet?!” The soft shell turns to his big brother.

“It’s too hard!” Raphael shouts, smashing the puzzle piece in the wrong spot, forcing it to fit.

Feeling his frustration turning to pity, the soft shell does a double take to the puzzle and the puzzle piece.

Donnie gently takes the piece out. “Now see, this one goes here.” He says as he puts it in the correct spot.

“GRAH!” Raphael sets the puzzle flying across the room.

Dodging some of the pieces, Donnie blows a fuse as well.

“What was that for?! I even helped you!”

“Of course, is there anything ya can’t do?! The smart guy always solves anything before anyone else!” Raphael crosses his arms in a pout. “What’s the point of even tryin’..”

“I..” Donnie falls silent. He feels powerless. Even though he’s the smart turtle, this is one of the issues he doesn’t know how to fix.

“What was it that Master Splinter said?” The soft shell thinks to himself. His eyes widen. “Oh.”

Hesitantly putting his hand on his big brother’s shoulder. He shyly mumbles. “Y-You’re smart in your own way.” He bring up a small smile. “You just use your head differently.”

“I do..?” With watery eyes, the snapping turtle looks at Donnie. Though, he soon is distracted by some blocks next to him.

Raph brings them in close, picks the square block and puts it on the circle opening. Not giving it a second of thought, Raphael smashes his head on the block. Due to the force, it goes through.

“Ha! Take that, you weird block!”

Laughing victorious, Raph glances back at Don. He’s met with a gentle grin.

“Wanna do the puzzle together, Raph?” Donnie extends his hand.

Raphael takes hold of the hand. “Yeah!”

[howlingday]

Jaune's Shampoo

Sabyr

"DAMMIT, NORA!" Jaune opened his shower door. As he exited, he noticed his body had drastically changed. Using a mixture of his shampoo and experimental goo found at the fiendish Dr. Merlot's laboratory, Nora had unwittingly created a mutagen just to prank her team leader.

Jaune fumbled around for the shower door, the thick steam blinding him to his environment. The damp air hung with the scent of blood orange and, well, steam. As he stepped out from the formerly dripping faucet, the cold tile of the bathroom floor seemed less discomforting to him. In fact, aside from not feeling cold, it was like he couldn't feel the slick tile at all. This thought was pulled away from him as he heard someone approach the door.

"Jaune?" Pyrrha called to him. "Is everything okay in there?"

"Uh, yeah, eryhing's fahn!" Eryhing? Jaune brought a hand to his face, noting that something had changed, not only with his face, but his hand, too! "Or, uh, maybe not?"

"Jaune?"

"Uh, could you, uh..." Ugh, his words sounded so weird! "Could you... grah... mah scroh?"

"Your... scroll?" Pyrrha asked.

"Yeah!" He replied, sounding not like himself.

The footsteps softened, then got louder again as Pyrrha left and returned. Jaune got to the door and grabbed the door handle. Surprisingly, he could still use his hands! Even if they were starting to look less like hands the more the fog around him became clearer. His fingers became fatter and shorter, with his fingernails gone inside the thick fur and replaced by claws.

"Py-a! Hu-ee!" He slurred out. The door clicked open as he swung the door open.

The first thing he heard was Pyrrha scream. The first thing he saw was her elbow smashing into his face from the side. The door slammed shut on him, sending him falling backwards into the floor. He groaned as the world spun around in his vision. He rolled off his back, making his way to his now weirdly shaped feet, which extended too about where his calves used to be, then arched up like his was wearing some kind of weird, all-black stilts. On his hips were bony white plates splattered over.

Before he could ask anything, he was met with a shout and another strike to his head. Then another. He rolled away, towards the door, finding Pyrrha had returned with two wooden clubs in her hands. Jaune held up his hands, but she leapt for him again. This time, though, he was ready, and jumped out of the way and into the dorm room. He slammed the door shut on her, making her do a triple backflip in the bathroom.

Or that's what he thought, since 1, he couldn't see her, and B, she's Pyrrha freakin' Nikos! The only thing that stood ever a remote chance against her was a... was a...

Jaune caught a glimpse of himself for the first time in the dorm room mirror. In it stood a tall, black creature with white bony plates, including thing lines that looked like ribs, finishing in the head where a white skull with two obscenely large fangs poked from it's face. His face, he realized, as he brought a hang- paw to his face.

"What the-"

"HEE-YAH!" Jaune turned his attention away from himself and to the red-haired huntress-in-training that was trying to kill him. She made another leap at him, but this time Jaune caught her by both arms, leaving him towering over her as she struggled beneath him. "Let go of me!"

"Okeh, hurr." Jaune dumbly slurred as he stupidly let go of her like an idiot. He was rewarded for his brainlessness by having her deliver a spinning kick into his torso. He slammed into the closet door. As he regained his sense, he found her making another leap at him from a broken chair on the ground. So that's where her twin stick came fro-

THWACK!

How many times was this idiot going to learn that she's trying to kill him? Hopefully, this was the last time, as Jaune bit down on the leg of the broken chair, shattering it into splinters. Down one weapon and almost a hand, Pyrrha stepped back in retreat. In her haste, though, she tripped over the chair she mutilated and fell on her back. She was now at the mercy of the black beast.

Did her life flash before her eyes? Did she regret her years of training not being used to easily dispatch this easily killable Grimm thing? Jaune didn't know, but what he did know was that his partner fell down and she needed help. Just like he always did.

Jaune reached down. Pyrrha flinched, then stared for a while at the open paw on display at her. He couldn't blame her, so he waited until she finally reached up and grabbed his paw. He slowly, tenderly, closed his paw and pulled her up.

"Uh, thanks?" Pyrrha said, stepping back.

"Ee-" He thought for a moment. "Uh-" He narrowed his eyes. Throwing up his hands, accidentally his partner on the defensive again, he reached for a pen and paper and wrote down what he wanted to say. Or, well, write down what he could with his big, meaty paws. And with his big, meaty paws, he wrote:

UR WLCM

He had limited skill and limited brain for the task at hand- paw, okay?

Pyrrha was quiet for a moment, then looked to him. "Jaune?" Deciding words weren't good enough any more, he nodded. "What... What happened to you?" He put a claw to his chin, then pointed to a bed. The one at the far end of the room. "Nora?" He nodded, and she sighed. "I thought she was too quiet today. Oh, uh, not that I meant anything bad by that!"

Jaune walked over to his bed, then sat down, making the whole thing creak and bend under his newly gained weight. Pyrrha, unsure of what to do to help him, did the only thing she did know that could. She sat down next to him and talked to him.

"So, um, are you sure it's Nora?"

Jaune narrowed his eyes, not out of anger, but of thought, and then nodded. Then shook his head. Then he made a wavy motion with his paw.

"I guess it is hard to tell without any evidence." She leaned in, smelling him. "At least you smell nice."

Jaune wasn't sure how to respond to this. Not just because he couldn't actually say words to her, but because his partner, who is a girl, complimented on his smell. This was a complex scenario that couldn't be answered with a yes or no reply. So he leaned down and smelled her, too.

"Oh!" She blushed. "Um, do I smell good?"

At this, he nodded, making her even more flushed.

"Aw, look at them, Renny~!" Nora cooed from the door. "I toldja I could get them together~!"

"It was never a matter of if, Nora." Her partner replied, watching the couple from the door as well. "Only when."

[marcys-garbage-bunker00]

My bad for being on Tiktok but like

The ampunt if ableism towards cluster bs, specially NPD is jusy fucming horrifying

Someone was sharing their personal experiences dating their NPD bf and how they are amazing and none at all how they are shown in media and the replies? Everyone depseratedly trying to twist them as a victim, that their bf is probably cheating or abusing them, gaslighting them, figting tooth and nail to tell the person that they should live their bf qnd that they were in danger and whatever they soad was because of abusve and manipualtion

like

holy crap

Can you IMAGINE if they had said their bf had autism instead?

You wouldn't get it because Autusm is one of the "normal weird ones"

People FLIP the switch if anything else

They are SO caught up on media and internet culture they forget that there are billions more popele than the ones theyll ever meet irl or on the internet

They have this horribke concept

Like, my god

they were calling for literal genocide and imprisoment of all people woth NPD once the person managed to have them admit NPD is a medical condition

I was fucking mortified

How come Tumblr has been the only place ive seen people with NPD (and other Ckuster Bs, or hell, any of the "evil" mental disorders like DID, Schizohrenia, Sociopaths, etc) be able to peacefully exist, form communities and talk about struggles and other people can chime in and want to respectufkly kearn

The other day i got curious and looked it up on Quora and yup

more people demonziig

from calling them "irreparably evil", "inhertly manipulators and abusers", "souless and demon influenced", and of course, the usual "they should all be inprisoned/killed off for the sake of humanity"

I never seen such horrible dmeobizatiob of people with any sort of discapacity

i KNOW we all have suffered or stil lsuffer these and its not exclusive to NOD

but this was the first time i saw it with my own eyes just how abohrrrent this can look like and how wideslread and accept this is

I wanna cry genuinely, how people think "yes this is conpeltly nornal and reasonable, tresting people like thos surely won't resukt in anything bad"

God

rucjujg

Grah

Can we for once stop automatically labelling people born with things as demons, inhert evil or whatever??? please? I'm tired

i'm tired

[silly-ehggy]

Why did I draw spamton the way I did early last year....

Girl.... where are your organs...... .... (weird cat for formatting cuz that thing is grah)

He's so much awesomer now :3 look at that silly guy

And I'm just better at drawing

[jazzfordshire]

Can I just say, as an Irish person, it’s really funny to see people phonetically spelling McGrath as McGraw because to me (and other Irish people) we would pronounce it Mc Grah! I know it’s just an accent thing but it always tickles me. Same with the name Kara, traditionally Irish and Latin. We would say Car-ah, with a softer c and North Americans go for the harsher K and uh ending, like Kar-uh. Anyways hahaha have a good one!

Accents are weird!! As an Irish person pronouncing an Irish name yours is probably definitely correct though hahaha

[gerudospiriit]

[Just got reminded that, not only did the Eighth Heroine bs employ the male white savior of the Gerudo in this legend, but they had Link's experience in Gerudo Town in TotK literally parallels this from Riju NEEDING him to perfect her lightning strike technique to just...saving the town from the Gibdos because I guess they couldn't do it themselves? Even though iirc they figured out that they could put the fire and electric element things on weapons and arrows I THINK for themselves (which is still weird because Link did that through the special fusion technique Rauru's arm gave him so...).

GRAH. ANGY.]

[mrdrhenwardhykle]

INSERT 25¢ TO CONTINUE : Into the AudoScape- Level 4: "Attack of the Talking Heads!"

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To the common man, the evening host of the annual Thanksgiving dinner at the Silverman's flowed flawlessly. There was a slight dimming in the dining room, but the lovely warm theme to the meal was welcoming nonetheless. There were no visible quarrels. Aunts, uncles, a few cousins, and grandparents stomped off the cold frost of the winter with wide open arms welcoming the residential hosts.

Freddie usually got a pat on the back and a conversation about his football team. Allope either got a pat on the head, a smooch on the nose, or a high five from the younger relatives, and Rebecca unusually got a nod, the brief lift of a hand and tightened smile, or a simple and emotionless "hi." The three kids stuck together just out of separate reasons for keeping distance from others.

Freddie was easily exhausted of being framed as just the 'football' guy and hated having to play through the same conversations of pretending to like something he didn't. Relatives would kindly ask him what college he was planning to apply to, to which he would name off a few on his long list of research, but usually being faced with the same reply of "What? Why that one? That team is terrible".

Rebecca kept active for only a little while, but backed out as soon as she caught onto conversations about some unnamed 'distant and ungrateful freeloader,' that her aunt and uncle just couldn't stop gossiping about, other than some weird TV personality that everyone seemed to like.

As for Allope, she was sick to her stomach with the inconsistency that two girls on a commercial couldn't come close to acknowledging her existence, but the artificial man who could clip out of his own body could; even getting to the point where he could possibly see right through the screen. The time for curiosity was behind her; even the thought of walking in front of the TV was like stepping on a minefield. Too bad for Allope, the TV was on all evening,with crowding adults laughing at whatever it said when given the chance.

"Hey, Al. What's up, kiddo?" Reb bumped the kid with her elbow to pull her out of her current habit of spiraling in abstract forms of thought. Sunk deep into her chair, Allope was bursting at the seams of keeping the knowledge of another realm from all those who could listen. "GRAH!-It's that creepy guy on the TV! He's just watching me, I just know it!"

Reb just struck a look of concern while Freddie held in his laughter, "What guy, Allope?" she replied.

Allope performed her sign for the name she forgot, by making an 'm' with her fist and making a 'v' shape around her jawline. They both seemed amused at the charade, but Reb still didn't follow along. "Y'know! The one with the teeth that go-" she clicked her teeth together while making a snarling noise.

Laughter escaped from Fred as he made an attempt to cover his face, "She's talking about Max Headroom. It's these clips of a computer generated AI; basically an artificial person, like a robot. He sometimes shows up between music videos from Channel 4. Allope was sneaking around and got into some troubles with her new headset last night. She just got freaked out when she saw him on the TV right after taking the set off, that's all."

Allope glared at the opposer in the corner of her eye, lifting the brand new Max Headroom-brand dishware that their mother with 'classical taste' so happened to choose for this year. Not only that, but weighing alongside the fact that almost the only brands they chose to use for dinner had the face of Max Headroom in front of his distinctive, shifting background lines right on the cover alongside some corny pun or catchphrase here and there.

"Yeah, that is a little weird", Reb agreed without either side fully catching on to who she believed the most, "Are you kidding? It's a robot. It's programmed to say all those things to please us. Maybe if they like it so much, it's just doing its job. It's in their name, ya know? They're supposed to serve man; we have souls and a consciousness, which always puts us on the top. But even when it comes to those things; we haven't gotten close enough to replicating life like this. It's likely just some guy in a,mask or clay or something-" Freddie argued.

"A-Ah. Yes; it's always just 'my life for you,' isn't it? I mean, what else was somebody like me made for?"

The group's attention turned towards the other room. Most adults were dogpiling on the chairs and couches facing the blaringly-loud TV. The dim lights included the living room as well; however the television emitted a bright, sickly, turquoise radiance that permeated through the darkness.

"A-A-As your entertainer, I serve nothing more than to-... well-[heh]... entertain. But also-But also-But also- as your entertainer, I should serve as a source to find happiness, should I not? [hm!] Th-is holiday season  might I suggest  helping out our sponsor by beating a bop by Big Burger Bobby's; back to bring a bright and brand-new smile to yo-yo-yo-your face!

Try now their new b-butter?Buh...

[[Oh N-N-N-NO! NO! You somehow managed to mess up the teleprompter, AGAIN! DAMMIT, MARTY!-

'Don't you just know the menu'  D-D-D-Does it look like I can eat? Aha-And I tell you if I could,-I wouldn't be at some greasy low-rate-]]

[Ah-hem], sorry about the  interruption ; it looks like there's technical difficulties. Bu-but don't worry! This old gun always has  a big shot left  to  fire!  [isn't that right, Marty?]"

He looked to the right glaring and smiling passive-aggressively as the intermission closed. The adults chattered and repeated the words everyone else heard as if they didn't, and as if it was their own joke, just before walking away when a music video started to play.

"Allope," Rebecca spoke in a hushed tone as she tugged on the kid's shirt. Freddie was far enough away not to hear them, as he was still distracted by the television.

"Yes?", Allope looked up at her cousin.

"Don't doubt the impossible when it comes to that stuff. You'll wish you knew better if you do," Rebecca allowed herself to reveal a layer of honesty through her hushed tone. Allope was haunted by this sudden change, but nodded and gave a little "okay" anyways. Rebecca propped herself in her chair in a lese tense manner, "Plus, I know we can't really get rid of that box, but Fred said it can change the channels without even touching the tv, right?"

"Right-"

"Right. And then maybe it's of use to us. Just... Be careful for now-with everything. At least until we know a little more about that device, and maybe even where it came from."

The three kids had no idea what to make of the tv's response, but took this as a good sign to stray away from the TV when it was turned on. The tactic worked enough for the afternoon to follow along smoothly once again as everyone decided to return to their houses.

Sleep was never a problem for Allope before, so why would it be now? Though always feeling as if she was not getting enough rest at night, she hardly broke her dream-state; wandering in and out between vivid images of static and collaged photos shifting on a colorful pattern. She would always take naps during the day, but was still absent at night. Her dreams felt almost exactly like the virtual world, but in so many different visual qualities and styles. Minnie accompanied Allope on her exploration across the electrical patterns. The more she dreamt, the more she suddenly learned about her set in real time; even to the point of noticing buttons and switches on her set that she had not noticed before. She at least assumed that these recurring situations were all a fantasy, as she felt like she was somebody much different. She was taller, a little braver, and broke the laws of physics by clipping through as many walls as she could. Unlike her real controls, in her dreams she could go blocks away from her house without climbing down the stairs or even opening a door; it was all through the lightbulb to her Rainbow Brite and Twink shooting-star-themed lamp.

Each dream, though different in location and adventure, would all end with her staring into a lone reflection left into a dark abyss, gazing upon the disfigured and indecisive face of somebody or something else; some nights appearing clearer than others. Allope had no clue of what it meant, but always took note of how odd it felt; as if she died and took the place of somebody from another planet-or even universe! But when she woke up, it always felt as if she was absent from her original state of skin and bones; as if she was resurrected. These dreams cost Allope sleep; daily dragging herself everywhere with one eye pried open more than the other. This feeling of fatigue wasn't natural in the slightest; it weighed like an anchor with the feeling as if her soul was being cut and broken away into little pieces like a pie. Each slice of energy was borrowed rather than eaten up, and would come back briefly in the evening.

Her mother attempted to drag her into shopping in the upper level of the mall during Black Friday. Allope stayed awake by focusing on little things like only jumping on the colored diamond-shaped floor tiles, attempting to make a tune out of the soft echoing speakers, as well as involving herself to whatever the elongated screens stuck onto the walls beneath and between the crosswalks on the upper floor said.

"Hello fellow foodologists, Nation-Wide trusted spokesman, Ma-Ma-Ma-Max Headroom here to inform you the importance of your child-child-child-child's  fundamental brain-development . Creativity. We can all agree that CREATIVITY is an important factor in your kid's transition to adulthood. Bu-u-u-u-u–u-u-u-u-ut answer me this; how-how-how-how can your child or a fine adult such as yourself be confined to the horribly bleak concept of minimalism? So why waste your time by  EXPOSING  you and your children to the con-con-con-con-confinement of boring circles and shapes in their everyday junk food, when they could have the wide open world of cheese crackers in the shape of ASTONISHING HISTORICAL ICONS [such as yours truly]  [hah~]  Buy now for the greater good [[unless you wish to doom your child to the latter]] Starting at the low-low price of only  $9.99  at your local food stores and outlets!"

Allope shrieked loudly, while maintaining eye contact with the disturbing computer man. She tried to run while dragging her mom behind. Her mother stood her ground to stop Allope, tugging her hand; "Allope, what is it, sweetheart? Do you see something you want?"

Allope tucked in her lips and widened her eyes; scanning each shop for an excuse to change their surroundings. A sparkling glimmer of starlight, sprinkles, rainbow, and forgotten children's hopes and dreams filled the coloring of her eyes when taking in the glorious view of a toy store with an endless shelf line of the brand-new 'Advanced' Limby Friends. "What are you looking at, Allope?" her mother asked.

"My Christmas list," she replied.

She barreled into the store with her mother following closely behind. To her relief, the enemy likely didn't catch sight of her presence. 

[fictionkinfessions]

My memories as Bonnie are very.. fuzzy you could say. Even worse when I was under the curse. I remember the basic things, building up my kingdom, having to deal with Ice King, etc. Then after the curse I remember barely anything really. Mostly just foggy memories of what my donked up brain thought was "love" if you could even call my obsession that. I don't remember really much after being saved from the curse, except for the fact I kissed Fionna. Oh I remember that. It's kind of weird, because in a way, yes I am Bonnie, yes I am different than Candy Queen, but I just still feel like her in some aspects. I still think about Winter King, as much as I am ashamed to admit it. Grah. Kinning is hard.

Sincerely,

Princess Bonnibel Bubblegum, Also known as The Candy Queen (#🍬👑❄)

Anonymous asked:

shoot last ask my tag is supposed to be #👑🍬❄ not 🍬 infront of 👑 sorry!!!

[ihokshop]

hmn project sekai scenario where all the teams end up meeting through their sekais through the sheer power of connection

Mizuki is the one who starts it. Mizuki starts most of the things they get up to, and today it's because they were bored.

It took everyone some goading — Ena was complaining almost the entire time, but quieted down when she got tired, muttering about something or other by the time they make it to a place unfamiliar.

They walk to the edge — Miku came with them.

Though they commented before that SEKAI seemed to go on forever, the space seemed to almost turn more blank than it already was, from grey, to white, shards of memories and feelings sparse until there was nothing at all.

Kanade was curious if there was an edge — Miku didn't seem too concerned, only observed.

At last, they reached a place they couldn't seem to press forward.

Mizuki excitedly pressed her hands on the invisible resistance, as if testing it.

Kanade tried joining them first, commenting on its strangeness; Mafuyu was called by Kanade to ask how it felt for her, and Ena was tricked into touching it too.

The moment Ena, despite her hesitation, touched the resistance, she seemed to fall through and disappear. Mizuki panicked and managed to grab Ena’s hand. Mafuyu, instinctually, tried to help Mizuki, and Kanade was still holding onto Mafuyu when she realized she had to help pull Ena back. Miku was helping pull Kanade, but too late, Mizuki stumbled, and they all came crashing through —

The wall. They were now on a street with graffiti.

Miku was nowhere to be found but —

“What kind of food have you been eating, dammit?”

“Shut up, Akito! Someone who didn’t want to share his pancakes with me shouldn’t be saying anything!”

“Grah! You shut up! Why the hell are you even here?”

“What! I should be asking… you… that…”

“You didn’t even notice we’re not in SEKAI anymore?” Mafuyu muttered. She made no attempt to lower her voice. Ena whirled around to snark back at her, but Akito retorted with, “Did you just say SEKAI?”

Mizuki had helped Kanade stand, though they didn’t look any worse for wear. "Hey, it's the little brother!"

"Mizuki," he started, when another voice called out, "Akito, something weird happened, Miku just— Mizuki?!"

An came running into view, and screeched to a stop upon seeing the group. "What's going on?"

"'Miku'...?" Ena repeated. She looked at Akito. "Don't tell me, you have a SEKAI?"

"Me?" Akito looked like he was ready to start another fight when An cut in and said, "Let's go to the cafe so we can talk this out?"

[adultswim2021]

Tim and Eric Awesome Show, Great Job! #3: “Cats” | February 25, 2007 - 11:45PM | S01E03

We start this one with a little ad for a restaurant called Gravy Robbers, an inane family dining restaurant where the gimmick is that their very dry meat will always require gravy, and during your meal you will have to occasionally defend yourself from a “gravy robber” who comes to your table to rob said gravy. This was a holdover idea from Tom Goes to the Mayor that was previously unused. Indeed, dumb theme restaurants was very much in the Tom Goes wheel house.

Later we see snippets of a Gravy Robbers training video, featuring Tairy Greene portrayed by Zach Galifianakis. He’s so funny. Goodness. One of the few comedy people that I feel like hasn’t let me down, EVER. I like when he says gravy “grah-vee”. Eventually we get to see bloopers which is such a funny, self-indulgent thing for an instructional video to do, gosh. Zach intoning “these are traaaaained military veterans” over and over just makes me so happy, because I’m choosing to interpret this as anti-troop. And who could forget his longform Shelly Berman-esque phone bit where he reacts to his friend’s niece being murdered as if he were being told about a friend winning the lottery.

The host stuff for this is: Tim has learned a magic trick where he can turn himself into an orange little kitty cat. Tim, however, finds it hard to turn himself back, and panic sets in. Eric eventually gives the cat away, before wistfully dreaming about better times he and Tim had playing around in a park. The smug way Tim drinks but then spits out the water fountain water is so funny, and the push in on Eric’s face, as if he’s saying to himself “I was always remember this and cherish this moment”. So funny. Tim comes back from cat-transformation at the moment that Eric is dropping him off to his forever home. He is nude, and the way he moans is so weird and funny. I love it so much. Behind-the-scenes note, Eric stated on the DVD commentary that they trained cat they got for the shoot was wonderful, except it smelled like shit. 

The first of the Kidz Break bits is in this one, and this might be the best one of all. “I Sit Down When I Pee” is a spirited rap whose aim is to de-stigmatize the act of sitting down to pee when you’re a boy. The song is very funny, and its purpose is murky. Is this an educational video? Infotainment? Could it simply be a hit song? The end throws up a caption reading “Paid for by Voter Initiative Prop 216” which raises more questions than answers (and this might be one of my favorite jokes of all time!). This is an absolute all-timer. 

There’s a shot-on-the-street segment where Tim offers free portraits for tourists walking around Hollywood. Pranky stuff like this would sorta fade out of the show, if I remember correctly. Tim does a bad job drawing and acts like a very weird guy. He also says things that don’t inspire confidence like: “you only have one mouth so I’ll just do one mouth”. A uh, borderline character if you know what I mean. Tim has some borderliners on this show for sure.

There’s the tender prime time drama “Kitty Cat Man”, where two big bros hug Michael Cera for fucking hours, and then he turns into a kitty cat just like Tim did. I wonder if this is actually intended to be a TV movie based on Tim’s real-life predicament. I guess it’s not a bad thing to have two sketches in the show that are basically the same. I like it! Hey dude, funny’s funny!

Speaking of that other sketch, the way it actually ends is Tim shows Eric how to make his legs very long. This is accomplished by having Tim & Eric act on a green screen and inserted into a cartoon land with cartoon legs. They stomp around with their new long legs, oblivious to the carnage they are creating below the clouds, where they are just crushing people up. Rude way to get laughs, but the moon approves so I do not know what to think. 

Another pretty great episode. I love the Tim & Eric program.

MAIL BAG

I have so many Mail Bags, OH MY GOD

Here's a new mail for the mailbag hot off the press: Tim and Eric are GAY for EACH OTHER. Print it and ship it. Goodbye!

b-dog bites the big one:

(muttering under my breath to a shrill techno dance beat) a-fuckin podcast. a-fucking podcast. a-fucking podcast.

Wouldn’t wanna meet potty mouths like this in a dark alley, I might gets sweared on!

I was hoping you'd say G4 because videogames are super cool 8-)

I never watched that shit it was too bad. And video games are bad. Sometimes they had people affiliated with Playboy on there, and even that would not get me to watch it.

My wife was so obsessed with That's My Bush that she met the guy who plays That's My Bush and got him to fuck her. He was married. She was dating me. But that's our man.

Thank you for a rare sexual Mail Bag... illuminating as usual! It is good to know that true love prevails

I was on an episode of Jonah Ray's Bar-B-Quay and he cooked pizza and burgers on the grill for everyone on the set for like two hours after filming wrapped. Nice guy. He even took selfies with his then new Samsung Propel. Unfortunately, Har Mar Superstar was there and that guys apparently a rapist. Otherwise a great night.

Har Mar Superstore may have gotten the last laugh, but I’m glad you had a fun night. If there were any girls there let me know. I love hearing about girls

[roetrolls]

I find myself very comfortable chatting with you, so honestly a lot of it is just- figuring out how to meet you more officially without being weird about it, or whatever since my main blog is… not fandom based like at all.

Also WHOA that must be nice! I am incapable of functioning in a home alone for very long I get hella anxious but I can imagine you must be having a great time

;o; ME??? COMFY TO CHAT WITH???? o(-< no one look at me im soft....

Honestly, I get you on the main blog thing. Although I use mine so infrequently I imagine it being full of like. Dust and cobwebs and stuff guhbkjn

ANYWAYS!!! I give my discord out pretty freely if you ever want to send me a message and get it :] Nothing weird about having a non-fandom main blog though (although i wish id made this my main since i NEVER USE MINE GRAH)