#rebloobing again

[ripjulie-gone]

Julie and whomst? WHOMST I SAY?

[bloodsalted]

beep beep how’s my portrayal ? i am sooooo glad you asked *cracks knuckles* dare i say BEYOND perfection??? every little response, even crack, i hear dean's voice. it's like watching dean come to life right before my screen in 3D form!! the way you write his mannerisms, ticks, and speech i just- BITCH. IT IS SO SPOT ON. even in your little headcanons when you rebloob gif sets to talk about how he felt in that moment??? WOW. every time i see you post, i run to read because it is like watching the show all over again. also I LOVE YOU BYE

beep beep how’s my portrayal ?

// me @ you rn. how am i even supposed to reply to THIS?! like seriously?? uhhhh. screaming, crying, throwing myself into the sun?!!?! yeah! i'm gonna do that! first. then idk what after. maybe run in circles til i pass out. honestly tho? this means a lot. dean's been important to me for so many years now. and i'm thrilled that i get such lovely, caring and talented people to write with like you and my homies. long as you guys love this nugget and i'm able to capture a lil bit of his voice and give it life while having fun doing so? that's all that matters! thanks for reading my lil snippets, etc. sometimes the thoughts are just so BIG i gotta get em out. knowing there's peeps that enjoy that? makes me wanna do it more often. cause.. er.. i get a lil shy sometimes. :X also.. LOVE YOU BACK! MWA!

[taintedpvct]

Rebloobed some memes so feel free to send me stuff.

I am stuck at the garage bc I got a flat tire AGAIN.

[snnynatural]

while drafting and queuing replies, i'm gonna annoy everyone again by rebloobing all my self promos krjbsgjke

[bizarreandjarring]

comic based off this post

[bijoumikhawal]

Honestly what is the point of a person pointing out an indigenous group did horrible things before or during colonization if they aren't 1) part of that group 2) affected by it

[lesbianashleywilliams]

see this is why they need to do preloads for this shit

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Benefit from the extra progesterone, testosterone and estrogen? They're just extra hormones your body produces during puberty! Tbh the emotions would probably have a harder time with them, since it'll trigger a lot of mood swings and changes... I just thought it would be fun to continue the whole puberty joke from the movie :))

(SORRY FOR PUTTING U ON BLAST AGAIN, BUT I CAN'T REPLY NORMALLY UNDER MY POSTS AND I GOTTA DO THIS EVERYTIME I WANT TO AJFNSJF)

What do emotions drink? Coffee? Tea? No. Brain chemicals.

My headcanon is that they drink whichever chemicals are necessary for their particular emotion, which are then retained within the emotion's particles. Within contact of the console, said chemicals are then transferred over from their body to Riley, causing a reaction.

Obviously, each emotions don't have a specific set of chemicals that trigger them, since a single neurotransmitting chemical can produce a lot of different reactions depending on where in the brain it happens, and how much of it... BUT, for the sake of the joke- let's just pretend <3

Fear: cortisol, noradrenaline (norepinephrine)

Anxiety: epinephrine

Anger: epinephrine, noradrenaline (norepinephrine)

Joy: dopamine, serotonin, endorphin, oxytocin

Sadness: dopamine, serotonin, norepinephrine (noradrenaline)

Ennui: boredom is a lower level of dopamine, so maybe she does the opposite? Like, she absorbs the dopamine from the console or smth? Idk

Embarrassment, Envy, and Disgust: ???

[the-kipsabian]

i have a dilemma where i wanna learn to do makeup and wear it but also i dont have money or time and effort in me to invest in products that my skin can really handle and that i would probably use like once and then never again so 🤷‍♀️

[trademarkhubris]

cw: sfw tmi, non descriptive medical talk

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i saw a dude talk about how the only treatment for pcos is oestrogen and oestrogen isn't an option for him as a man and im like. still not a man myself but also i dont want all the mess that goes with treating pcos the cis woman way. the androgen blockers and oestrogen based birth control...

my pcos is a blessing in many ways but it's "to keep an eye on" in many others (insulin resistance helloooooo) and ive been avoiding seeing my endocrinologist again bc she'll bring up the androgen blockers again and. i dont want to go into gender with her

but also she's the only endocrinologist in my region so she HAS to have some trans patients and so maybe have some notions of gender identities that arent binary man or binary woman

*disgruntled mumbling*

[pirateisabela]

Are you ever planning on making an OC page? I would love to learn more about them ^^ Love your blog!

I am actually! I started working on it the other day. I’ll probably just do my Dragon Age OCs for now because I have them more developed, but I’ll try and get the pages up asap. Until then, my tagging system is not the best, but I do tag every oc in posts involving them, and I tag “my ocs” and “the slayer’s ocs” on any original posts with them. If you want to read any of my fanfiction (I only have fics for Jaras Lavellan, Venowen Tabris, and Xavia Hale rn), then I have an AO3 too, by the username of dragonsofarlathan! They are also on tumblr, though, and should be under the tag “the slayer writes”.

I’m so glad you’re interested in them, though! I do not post about them nearly enough tbh. If you (or anyone) ever have any questions about them, just send me another ask and I’ll happily answer it. I love talking about my ocs (or just dragon age in general). In the meantime, I’ll work on chugging out some oc pages x)

I hope you have a wonderful day, anon!

[dove-da-birb]

It's either the stone or your head, Crowley. Which would you rather?

Stone or head? :)

STONE OR HEAD?!

Yuu: (holding a magestone) do you think I could break one?

Grim: do it henchm-

Crowley: absolutely not! do you guys have any idea how expensive they are!? and it shouldn't even be possible for someone to destroy them

Yuu: (holding magestone pieces) the explanation took to long

Crowley: how strong are you!?

Yuu: I'm very angry and had to pretty much remodel the entire dorm myself

[nikxation]

“I can’t do this without you” with the stan twins

Stanclimbs out of the Diablo with a groan, his back aching and his knees popping ashe stands upright and slams the car door closed behind him. There’s not enoughstretching in the world that can fix being stuck in a car for almost 9 hoursstraight, but he still tries his damnedest, leaning back enough that his spinelets out a satisfying crack andgiving his neck a few rolls to get out some of the kinks. It helps ease theaches and pains a little, but he knows from experience that he’ll be prettysore for the next few days once he gets home.

Butit’s worth it.

Shermie’s house is still just asboring as ever. Same two-story villa painted the same boring tan color as therest of the houses on the block with the same manicured lawn and the samesteep-ass driveway leading up to the garage. It’s the picturesque suburbanhome, complete with the cul-de-sac of identical houses lining the perfect,pot-hole free road. The air smells slightly of dew and exhaust, one of thethings he still doesn’t miss about living in urban cities, and the ground iswet save for the dry patches underneath the four other cars in the driveway,meaning they probably just missed one of California’s infamous winter showers.

Stan buries his hands in thepockets of the Christmas sweater Mabel knitted him, trying to take the edge offthe slight chill in the air. A quick scan of the house’s windows shows nofluttering curtains or grinning faces, meaning they haven’t been spotted yet.He reaches a hand out of his pocket and gives the roof of the Diablo a quickrap.

“Come on Sixer, hurry it up,” hecalls, walking around to the front of the car. “We’re already runnin’ late, andShermie ain’t gonna appreciate us making the whole family wait even longer.” Hestops in front of the car, looking in at his brother sitting in the passengerseat, still nose-deep inside some book on integrated circuits. He pats the hoodof the car, making Ford jump and glare up at him. Stan waves at him and motionstowards the house, mouthing “let’s go” at the other man.

“I’ll be just a minute,” Ford says,his voice muffled, already sliding back behind his book. “Go in without me. Ineed to finish this chapter.”

“Nuh-uh. No you don’t,” Stan says,coming around to the passenger side of the car, unceremoniously yanking thedoor open, and grabbing the book out of the other man’s hands.

“Stanley! I was reading that!” Fordprotests, reaching to grab the book right as Stan moves it out of his reach.

“Not anymore, nerd,” Stan says, crackingthe back door just enough to drop the book on the back seat and close it again.“Book time’s over. Let’s go.”

“Just a few more minutes, I wasgetting to a really good part,” Ford says, turning in his seat to reach behindhim. Stan opens and slams the back door again, the warning having the intendedeffect as Ford freezes.

“It’s integrated circuits. There is no ‘good part’,” Stan deadpans. Fordis still frozen part-way turned around in his seat, one arm braced against theback of the seats. Stan nudges him with his knee. “Come on. Out of the car.” Forddoesn’t move, his face turned away from him, giving no indication oracknowledgement that Stan had spoken. Stan nudges him again. “Bro?” Ford whipsaround in his seat, facing him so suddenly that the movement makes Stan flinch.

“Are you sure Shermie said he didn’tneed us to pick up anything?” Ford asks, a certain tension in his voice. “I’msure we still have time to run to the—”

“Nope,” Stan says. “He told me notto bring anything. Man doesn’t trust me after the last time I brought food andeveryone that ate it got sick.”

“What about drinks?” Ford says,eyes glancing momentarily to the side and then down. “We could probably run andgrab another pack of Pitt Cola. I’m sure it wouldn’t hurt—”

“We’re not going to the store,Ford,” Stan says calmly, leaning forward so that arms are crossed on thedoorframe, resting his head down on them so that he’s looking in at Ford who isstill glancing around nervously.

“Did you remember to grab Mabel andDipper’s presents?” he asks.

“They’re in the trunk.”

“What about our suitcases?”

“With the presents in the trunk.”

“Do we have the anomaly detectionapparatus?”

“In your suitcase.”

“What about the back-up batteries?”

“In my suitcase.”

“Well… Maybe we should run by thegas station and fill up the Diablo really fast,” he tries. “It’s a bit warmerhere than in Oregon, and I know the seal on the gas cap has a bit of a leak, soaccounting for the humidity in the air and the extra heat absorbed by the car’spaint, the gasoline will evaporate out at a rate of approximately one hundred-thousandthof a cubic meter per hour, and I know you like to drive until it’s almost emptybut I think—”

“Ford…”

“Plus the weather is wonderful, soI think we should just sit out here and enjoy it a little—”

“Ford…”

“Actually, I think we left the ovenon, we better drive back and check.” He re-buckles his seatbelt, not meetingStan’s eye. “Wouldn’t want the Shack burning down. Let’s go. Right now. No timeto waste.”

Stan just stares down at him, andFord openly avoids looking at him, his eyes plastered straight ahead of him andout the front windshield, his entire body rigid, only moving to reach up andadjust his glasses before putting his hands back down in his lap.

Stan shrugs and shuts the car door,heading around to the driver’s side, hopping back in the front seat, andsticking the keys in the ignition. The car turns-over once before revving tolife, and he pretends not to notice Ford’s slack-jawed expression as the otherman stares at him.

“Really? Just like that?” Ford asks,absolutely incredulous.

“Just like that,” Stan confirms,throwing the car in reverse and inching back down the driveway. “You wanna goback home? Then we’ll go back home.”

“I didn’t say—”

“Sure, Shermie will be prettydisappointed, but he’ll get over it,” Stan says, foot still pressing lightly onthe brake, letting the car roll down the driveway inch by inch. “Mabel’ll probablybe upset for a few weeks. I know she’s been lookin’ forward to this. Dippertoo. But I’m sure they’ll understand. We don’t want the shack to burn downbecause we left the oven on, right?”

“Uh…”

“And I know Sue and Dave have been dying to finally meet the man the kidshave been raving about since the summer. But they can wait a little longer. Whocares if this is your first Christmas back in thirty years? There’ll be more,right? Maybe we can try again next year when you’re—”

“Stanley, stop the car,” Fordsighs. Stan obliges, the car lightly bumping to a halt halfway down thedriveway. Stan turns and raises and eyebrow at his brother.

“What? You finally remember turningoff the stove?”  he asks sarcastically.Ford buries his face in his hands, rubbing at his eyes under his glasses. “Ormaybe you thought of something we need to buy from the store?”

“Okay, okay, Iget it,” he sighs. “You can stop now.”

“Or maybe your mathwas wrong, and the gasoline is gonna evaporate out of the gas tank in sixtyhours instead of sixty-seven?” Ford snorts, his face still in his hands.

“Yeah, that wasa stretch,” he admits.

“You bet yourass it was,” Stan says, throwing the car in park, the thing jolting as he letsoff the brake and it settles on the steep incline of the driveway. “So, you wannatell me what all that stalling was about? Or do you wanna finish that fascinating chapter on the new dopingmethods of P-type semi-conductors?” Ford groans, running his hands down hisface and then tipping his head back against the headrest with a small smile.

“God, I don’teven remember the last fifty pages of whatever I was reading about,” he says,snorting as he shakes his head, his hair mussing against the seat-back. “I’msuch a wreck.”

“I’d beconcerned if you weren’t,” Stan says, turning in his seat to face him. “It has been thirty years, Sixer.” Ford justshakes his head, his eyes closed and a sad little smile on his lips.

“Thirty years,”he muses, breathing in a deep breath through his nose before letting it out witha chuckle. “Feels like it was all a lifetime ago.”

“I’d say,” Stanagrees. “You try spending that time trying to convince everyone I’m you, andthen we can talk.” Ford laughs, but it’s a small, sardonic thing, no real mirthin the noise, just a sad acknowledgement of the series of events that madetheir lives what they are today, of all the time they lost, not just after hefell in the portal.

“Hey,” Stan says,getting Ford’s attention with a gentle hand on his shoulder. Ford rolls his headto the side to look at him, the back of his hand still pressed against the headrest.“If you’re not ready to go in there yet, I totally understand. It’s a lot, andI get that it seems real overwhelming, ‘specially right now. Everyone’s gonnahave questions, and there’re gonna be a lot of difficult conversations to behad, and it’s not gonna be all sunshine and rainbows contrary to what Mabelwould have us believe.” That earns him a small, genuine smile, Ford’s eyesgrowing momentarily distant, probably thinking about the kids if Stan had toventure a guess. He knows they really grew on Ford in the short time they weretogether over the summer, and they were both looking forward to getting to seethem again. He gives Ford’s shoulder a light squeeze, pulling him back. “I can’t do this without you, bro. Notagain.” He remembers those first few years, after the portal incident, when hehad to walk into family dinners like this one alone and afraid. Afraid that someonewould find him out, afraid that he’d slip up, afraid that he’d say somethingstupid, afraid that he’d have to explain that he once again managed to ruin hisbrother’s life, and that this time he wasn’t sure if there was any way to saveit. The first few years were so hard, having to look at his Ma and pretendeverything was okay, having to watch them cry at his own funeral, having to alwayswear six-fingered gloves until he faked the surgery, always having to lie cuz Lord knows that’s what he seemsto do best—

“Stan?” Fordsays softly. It snaps him back to the present, his mind going through momentarywhiplash as he forces himself to remember that he’s not alone anymore, that hedoesn’t have to lie anymore, that everything is alright now, and Ford is home where he belongs.

“If ya don’t wannago in there, we can leave right now,” Stan says, holding his brother’s gaze. “I’llfigure out somethin’ to tell Shermie and the kids; they’ll live. I just don’twant you doin’ anything you’re not quite comfortable with yet. I’ll beperfectly happy either way. It’s all up to you. Whatever you want to do.”

Ford stares athim for a moment, his eyes searching Stan’s own, before he turns and glances atthe house ahead of them, his expression perfectly neutral, practiced. Stan putshis foot on the brake and his hand on the gear stick, ready for whatever Forddecides.

It seems like along while, though in reality it was probably only a minute or two, before Fordfinally speaks, his voice stronger, more determined than Stan would haveexpected.

“Wherever we go,”he says, almost seemingly to himself, “we go together.” He turns to Stan, givinghim one more searching look, before nodding his head. “I’m ready.”

Stan smiles,throwing the car back into drive and coasting back up the driveway, Fordlooking more determined than he thinks he’s ever seen him. Stan can’t help butfeel a little proud of him.

He puts the carinto park and looks up at the living room window just in time to see two setsof identical eyes disappear behind rustling curtains, the front door barreling openonly moments later.

[ask-the-rockruffians]

Eyy meet whats-his-name! But pixelated!!

[allosaurus-fragilis]

reblogging for kulinday

Two Kulindadromeus.  I chose the colors based on the red breasted goose.

[mencnfire]

if you receive this, you make somebody happy! go on and send this to ten of your followers who makes you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. if you get one back, even better! ♡

(( love ya, friend! thank you for this - ! you're always a pleasure to see on my dash & i always appreciate how kind you are! i'm not the type to send these things out but i'll make up for my lack of team-player-ness by sending out some anon love or rebloobing another graphic thing or something!

thank you again, friend <3 ))