#that’s totally why they all come out weird

[risibledeer]

so you know that feeling when your parents go through your procreate randomly so you don't have time to hide any questionable stuff and its full of fanart of these minecraft youtubers and animes and particularly this one guy who your account is practically a fanpage for, and they look at you weirdly because they have seen a lotta artwork which totally makes sense with context of the videos but seems completely out of left field without it, for example why is there a fish guy holding a book, what is all this blood for, why is there a giant fish lady next to a small ugly guy which you have captioned fish frickers, snails??? plus purple haired guy eating - what is that? what's a coffee jelly? and is that a blond guy in a maid dress? what is the dog-guy doing eating icecream with a blond guy? also why are there references to neck kisses? and also should i be worried about the concerning amount of times you've drawn this one guy in this one single piece of fanart (27 times btw lol) and wow your art is actually kinda good and i didn't know cause the last time you showed me your art was of your underdeveloped oc and bnha which was a year and a half ago. plus if that wasn't weird enough you've got artwork you uploaded to your tumblr signed with your username which you have not told your parents about so now you're worried they're gonna search up your tumblr and maybe see more of the said fanart and even worse your captions but also what have they seen already because i didn't turn of the layers on all my sketches so there's some wild shit on there and also cuss words (yes ik frickers is not exactly the worst cuss word out there, but it is in this economy) and your mom saw you doing your homework on your computer and was like oh are you fanboying again which like wth where did that come from but also mom i've seen some questionable shit on your phone and your dad who isn't exactly familiar with gayish stuff because we're from a pretty conservative country is like oh yeah homophobia bad all of a sudden in the middle of a random conversation about genetics of all things and geezus did i just solve homophobia and also apparently fishphobia in my family with fanart of anime people kissing and minecraft?

*deep breath* yeah....i dunno that feeling either........

draw fanart of anime and minecraft and change the world everybody, one maid dress and fish-person at a time. i love my parents lol

ps i might delete this soon lol

[foxaftershocks]

First off I wanna say I love your writing!

So basically the read would of had been haunted by the ghost of their childhood best friend after the had accidentally coursed their house to catch on fire (they would been 5 when this happened) and every since they have been trying to find a way to help them move on, especially since the friend does not understand that the fire was an accident. they have by some miracle kept this a secret from everyone but after they get called to a abandoned wearhouse the secret is revealed, the friends ghost tries to hurt the reader after separating them from the group but lars manages to save them and fianlly they come clean about it all.

I hope how I've formatted this makes sense:)

Thank you!!!! It made total sense and I really hope you like what I did with it.

Fog was rolling across the huge expanse of the floor. It didn’t feel real, like a movie set with the shadows and the fog and the swinging chains as you passed. Your heart was hammering in your chest, loud in your ears. Your breaths were unsteady and you could feel yourself tremble in the cold air. Gripping your proton gun harder, you took a hesitant step forward.

“Careful,” Lars said, a large hand closing over your shoulder.

“This isn’t my fist rodeo,” you said, glancing at him over your shoulder.

He was staring at something in the distance, squinting behind his glasses. You tried to see what he was looking at but it was all roiling shadows and darkness reaching out. Or maybe that was what he was looking at so intently.

“Alright, you guys take upstairs and we’ll sweep down here,” Callie said, turning her head as she took in the whole abandoned warehouse.

On quiet footsteps, you and the younger Spenglers made your way up to the upper levels of the warehouse, peering down into the wide expanse below you. The teenagers peeled off, leaving you with Lars to prowl through the offices.

You’d been with the Ghostbusters for a few months now, having shown up on their doorstep one day demanding a job. Your experience with ghosts got you through the door, your refusal to say no keeping you. And yet guilt dogged your every step.

You hadn’t told anyone why you were so desperate to work with them. Your late nights were less about your passion for the Ghostbusters and more about your need to find answers. Answers you thought only they would have.

Lars’ shoulder brushed against yours, walking beside you towards the first door. Maybe there was another reason you wanted to stick around too.

“Ladies first,” he said, motioning to the door for you.

“Coward.” You smirked at him.

You pushed the door open, gun raised, sweeping the room. He followed behind, watching your back, calculating gaze investigating the shadows. Checking under the desk, you let out a relieved breath.

The call had come in the middle of the night. Weird noises and ghostly spectres in the warehouse. Loud noises had been scaring the night watchmen in the area, a few even quitting after being chased from the building. Being awoke in the night, groggy and unsure, Callie telling you to gear up, was hardly normal and yet it was hard to hate it. Excitement around every corner and all that.

“Clear,” you said.

You straightened, taking a step back from how close he was. You hadn’t been expecting it, thinking he was on the other side of the room. A hand shot out, grasping your elbow before you could lose your balance.

“Next room?” he asked.

“Sure.”

You only got a few steps before you heard something shifting in the darkness at the end of the hall. A flash of a familiar face faded into the shadows. Your heart stumbled before pounding hard against your ribs. Taking a deep breath, you schooled your features.

“How about you do this room and I’ll do the next one and then we’ll be done in half the time,” you suggested to Lars.

“We’re not meant to split up,” he said, “in case something happens.”

“It’s the middle of the night. Don’t you want to get out of here quicker?” you asked.

He considered you for a moment before he gave a slow nod.

“I’ll only be next door. Scream if you get attacked,” you said.

He rolled his eyes but you could see the way he was trying to suppress a smile. You waited until he’d slipped through into the next room before high tailing it down the hall on tip toes. Gaze darting around the hall, you tried to find her.

“Lizzy,” you hissed, trying to stop any of the other Ghostbusters from hearing you, “I know you’re here.”

An echoing giggle lured you further, chasing a ghost. Darting from shadow to shadow, gun held in your hand, you hoped this would be the time you could finally help her move on. It had taken so long to realise that when you saw Lizzy and no one else could that it was because she wasn’t really there. Your parents had been so worried when you insisted Lizzy wasn’t dead because you could see her, standing at the end of your street or following you around school.

Eventually, after the first time she’d scared you, you realised something wasn’t right. That your parents had been right. That she had died that awful night and you were being haunted by her ghost. That she wouldn’t move until you could help her.

Another giggle drew you further into the shadows. This was your chance. You’d spent months working with the Ghostbusters and this was the first time she was letting you get close again. You could help her. She could move on if she would only get a chance.

At the end of the hall, the familiar figure of Lizzy floated, a few inches above the floor. She looked exactly the same as she had that night, a young girl, caught in amber, nothing but a memory torn from your childhood. You took a shuddering breath in.

“Lizzy,” you breathed.

On hesitant footsteps, you approached. Any time you’d gotten close to her, she’d erupted in anger, always ending with you cowering in a corner, begging her to leave you alone. But you were stronger now. You were better. You could fix this.

“Hi,” she said in that sweet little girl voice that was burned into your brain, “this place is kinda scary.”

“That’s okay. I’m here. Nothing’s going to happen to you,” you said.

“But something already has happened to me,” she said, so matter of fact.

Your breath froze in your chest, the air growing colder again. You held out a hand to her, wanting her to trust you. Wanting her to believe you.

“I’m so sorry, Lizzy. I can fix this. I promise I can fix this.”

A few more steps towards her and you thought you might freeze. It was so cold and every drag of breath hurt. And yet the hope kept you going.

“How?” she asked, sounding so lost.

“I can help you move on. We just need to figure out what your unfinished business is,” you said.

“I know what it that is,” she said.

You knelt down in front of her.

“What’s your unfinished business?” you asked.

“Making you pay for doing this to me.”

Wind slammed into you from behind. You fell forward, your hands coming up to catch yourself before your face could slam into the floor. Rolling onto your back, you found her floating above you. You scrabbled for the gun you’d dropped but something stopped you. This was Lizzy, your best friend, you couldn’t do something that hurt her. Again.

You scrambled back, scared as her face began to morph into something from your nightmares. Elongating, teeth growing, eyes flickering like fire, no longer was she the sweet little girl caught in your memories. Before your eyes, she was turning into a demon, fuelled by rage and revenge.

Your hand came down, expecting to feel more floor but only finding empty space. Turning, you found broken off railing, the hall hanging over empty space, the concrete floor of the warehouse so far from you. Another gust of wind slammed into you, pushing you closer to the edge. A low moan came from deep within your chest and you found Lizzy floating closer.

She swooped down at you, a scream bursting unbidden from you. Raising your arms to cover your head, you felt yourself teeter on the edge. Another scream. You knew you wouldn’t survive that fall, smashing against the concrete like a broken door.

“I’m going to hurt you like you hurt me,” Lizzy said, her voice high and sweet, such a difference to the words coming from her.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” you babbled, gasping for breath.

Tears were streaming down your cheeks. Another crash of wind slamming into you. You teetered, before falling backwards. It felt slow motion in your mind. The knowledge you were about to die was all you could focus on.

Then a hand grasped yours, holding on so tight you thought your blood supply might cut off. You cut off a sob, grasping onto the warmth, almost burning after the chill of the air. Inch by inch you were dragged back up, the metal walkway the greatest thing you’d ever felt.

“What happened?” Lars asked.

He was crouched next to you, still holding on while you panted, gasping for breath, the sobs not abating. You shook your head, not able to answer. The truth too much to spill.

“You’ve made a new friend.” Your eyes squeezed shut at the sweet voice, “that’s not fair.’

Lars was slow to look up, attention shifting from you to your ghost. You whimpered, crawling further from the edge, fingers curling into the back of his uniform, clutching at it hard enough for your knuckles to turn white.

“Don’t hurt him. Please,” you begged.

“You mean like you didn’t hurt me?” A high childish giggle, “I don’t think so.”

Lars grasped his gun, pulling it free. Levelling it at Lizzy, he was slow to stand, pulling you with him. Standing close, you wanted to stop him but you were terrified she was going to hurt him.

“Alright, there’s no need to get aggressive,” Lars said, clearly trying to calm the situation.

“She hurt me,” she said, “now I’m going to hurt her. And then she’ll be with me forever just like she promised.”

He raised his gun higher, keeping himself between you and her. She rose higher, then, using the same move, swooped down. He didn’t hesitate, firing the proton stream at her. It wrapped around her, holding her in place. The enraged scream that came from her hurt you, like a brand burned on your inside.

“I need the trap,” he said, glancing back at you.

Sweat was beading at his temples as he held her and you felt frozen. Her anger was so visceral, struggling against the proton stream. Her scream was pure rage.

“Hey.”

He finally caught your attention, his voice softened as he looked at you from behind glass.

“Trap,” he said.

You fumbled with the trap hanging from your belt. Sliding it along the floor, you looked up at Lizzy, knowing this would be it. She wouldn’t move on. She’d be trapped, kept in storage to be studied by people like Lars. And yet you had to, if you wanted to keep her from hurting the people you cared about.

“I’m sorry,” you said to her.

His foot slammed down on the trigger, opening it. Her rage was like a physical thing, her struggle increasing. And she looked like a little girl, scared, terrified, of where she was being forced into. Lars dragged her down until the trap’s vacuum sucked her in.

It closed with a snap and you were left in silence. You fell, knees slamming into the metal walkway, your sobs loud in your own ears. You pressed the heel of your palms to your eyes, trying to stifle it all.

A large hand landed on your shoulder, offering the stability you didn’t have. Lars was kneeling in front of you, ignoring the smoking trap behind him, his eyes focused completely on you. You took a deep shuddering breath in, trying to stop crying. He waited, patient until you were calmer.

“Are you hurt?” he asked, eyes sweeping over you.

“No.” Your voice was so small.

“This ghost seemed to know you,” he said.

You gave a small nod, scared what admitting your past crimes would do. It terrified you.

“You’ve met her before?” he asked.

You gave a wet chuckle. His thumb gently brushed the tears away.

“Lars, I created her,” you said, “I did that to her.”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

And just like that the whole sorry story tumbled from your lips, words tripping over themselves in their haste to be told. The fire when you were five, consuming the house, burning it to the ground. Lizzy caught inside, you pulled free, your best friend gone. The fact you caused the fire. Your haunting. Every attempt to help her move on and the anger at your part in her death. The resentment in the assumption you’d done it on purpose. The guilt you carried with you every day. The fear of who you were, if you were a monster, if you were an awful person.

And once the words had run out he did the one thing you couldn’t have expected.

His lips were soft when they pressed to your forehead. You froze, not sure what to do, heart fluttering. Large hands cupped your cheeks, forcing you to look at him.

“It was an accident. You’ve been trying to help her move on. You’re not a monster. You’re trying your best to make it up to her,” he said.

You fell forward, sinking into him, face pressed into his shoulder. His arms were hesitant as they came up, circling your body.

“I couldn’t save her,” you said, muffled against his shoulder.

“We’ll help her move on,” he said, “I promise.”

You pressed harder against him, hugging him tight, surprised by how light you felt after your confession. A problem shared was a problem halved. His lips pressed to your temple, soft and comforting and making you feel something addictive.

“I promise,” he whispered.

You turned your head, nose brushing against his. He froze, those beautiful blue eyes looking at you, something in them different. You lent forward, pressing your lips to his for a moment. It might have been the wrong time, but you’d almost died that night and you needed him to know. You drew back, worried about his reaction but the look on his face was like he’d just been let in on all the secrets of the universe. Like he was full of wonder. Like you’d given the greatest gift in the world.

He pulled you closer again, lips brushing yours with a sweetness that made your heart squeeze. You sighed into his mouth, clutching at his uniform. He was so warm under your hands and he was so beautiful and you couldn’t work out why you’d taken so long to kiss him.

“Oi, what’s this?”

You startled, pulling back from him. Trevor was looking less than impressed at the two of you, glaring down the walkway to your bodies curled into one another.

“We’re doing all the work over here and you’ve snuck away to hook up. Typical.” You could just tell he was rolling his eyes.

“I almost died. Give me a break,” you called back at him.

Lars froze in your arms. He pulled away, standing up, offering you a hand to help you to your feel. Your knees still felt unsteady, his arm around your waist helping you along. Plucking the smoking trap from the ground, he attached it to your belt.

“I promise,” he said again, confirming he wasn’t going to be spilling your secrets to the others.

You offered him a small smile, your first since the attack. He pulled you closer, another kiss pressed to your temple. You could have just melted from it.

The extra squeeze he gave you was exactly what you needed.

[primalmagic]

Flat Pancakes (no, literally)

ashlyn is just a little bit done with people throwing pancakes at her

OR the gang gets in a food fight and it’s kind of funny

—

“Hey Ash!” A familiar voice causes her to sigh, “Catch this.”

Before she has any time to turn around, a wet goopy mixture is thrown onto her shoulder.

She looks down slowly at the pancake batter Aiden had just been holding, blinking unaffectedly, “I am going to kill you.”

Logan looks around nervously, “I don’t think blood and flour go together, maybe we can do that later?” He waves a hand at them to get back to work, but Ashlyn stays where she is.

“Who told you it was a good idea to throw squishy flour at me?” She mutters, because she just can’t hold a grudge on any of them.

“Tyler threw one at Ben!” Aiden tries to explain.

“That one was already… cooked…” She frowns, because what do you call making pancakes? Baking them? Cooking them? Frying them?? Whatever, that wasn’t the point.

“I didn’t think there was any difference!” He throws his hands up defensively, which causes Ashlyn to roll her eyes. Seriously, how can one person be this dumb.

“I’m going to go change, maybe refrain from throwing pancake batter at anyone?”

Aiden nods shamelessly, “No promises.”

“Fuck you,” She retorts, with no heat behind her words.

She doesn’t hear anything after his indignant squeak, which she promptly chooses to ignore.

As she ascends the first few steps, Aiden calls after her, “Wait, wait, before you go, can you flip the pancake in the oven really quick?”

“Why is there a pancake in the oven??”

“Where else would you put it? The microwave?” Aiden snorts, like it’s so obvious.

She groans, because seriously, why is she friends with these guys. “I can’t wait till Taylor gets here. Tyler, get the pancake out of the oven."

Tyler shrugs, "I can't stop Aiden."

Just then, the doorbell rings. Logan drops his spoon, and the guys freeze in their spot.

“What?” She asks.

Tyler, Ben, Aiden, and Logan share a weird look, all turning around in slow motion, before Aiden screams “LAST ONE TO TOUCH TYLER OPENS THE DOOR!”

Almost immediately, he plummets headfirst into Tyler’s chest, flailing his flour dusted hands all over him and the floor.

The other two simply shrug and go back to their work, as Aiden declares himself the winner. Ashlyn groans, sitting down and pulling out her phone.

“Whatever, we can just ignore them. It’s probably one of those old bald guys trying to sell us solar panels.”

They all nod, except for Aiden and Tyler, because for some reason, they’re still fighting.

“Bro, what the fuck?” She hears Tyler exclaim as he pushes the blonde away.

Aiden shrugs, then turns around. He grabs the fresh stack of pancakes that Ben was plating and tries to spin them on his hand. They topple around as he moves, but he’s managing to keep them on the plate.

It’s actually kind of impressive. She thinks.

She looks back down to see if there’s a message from Taylor, and then hears Aiden whisper “oops”.

Ashlyn’s about to roll her eyes and ask what he’s done now, but her answer comes pretty much immediately. Aiden trips, and the plate of pancakes spiral towards her head, knocking all of them onto her braids.

Silence.

Aiden snorts, then nervously tries to defend himself. “At least they were… cooked this time?”

She turns around in her chair, and as she does, a pancake falls of her head, landing on her lap. Logan stifles a giggle, but looks away when Ashlyn glares at him.

“Why are you so hyper today?” She groans, gesturing in Aiden's vague direction.

“I’m not hyper! I’m just bored.”

Tyler seems to contemplate it, and then nods like it’s the wisest thing he’s ever heard. Before Ashlyn can stop him, he’s grabbing one of the still-cooking pancakes and throwing it at Aiden.

“Makes sense. That was hilarious.” He smirks, barely able to contain his own laughter. “Hey Ashlyn, you should totally try.”

“Oh, hell yeah,” She grins, grabbing another and chucking it at Aiden’s shirt.

“Hey!” Aiden squawks, running around like a cockroach. (fitting, Ashlyn thinks)

She doesn’t know how they ended up with a full blown food fight, but now they’re throwing everything around.

Sometime between that, the doorbell rings again. Nobody pays attention.

Ben is on the countertop, throwing handfuls of flour around like rain. Logan’s grabbing batter with a spatula and smacking everyone with dollops of it. Tyler’s throwing sugar into people’s eyes, and Aiden- is cutting the leftover pancakes into ninja stars? Seems about right.

“They’re stronger this way,” He tries to reason with Ashlyn when she rips one of them apart (it was an accident, but she’s not going to admit that). “They have ninja powers!”

He throws ten of them at the same time, as if to prove his point. They fall on the floor in an instant, and Aiden frowns. “Damn it, I was so sure that would work.”

“Idiot,” she smiles, barely holding in a giggle. Which is super weird, because she doesn’t really… giggle. Like, that’s not a thing Ashlyn Banner does. It’s freaky.

When the doorbell rings for the fourth time, Ashlyn groans. “That is one dedicated solar panel guy.”

They all walk to the door, because it’s all or none, obviously. Ashlyn ends up opening the door, muttering “What do you wa-”

Oh.

Taylor blinks, “Um, sorry for being late? I texted you a while back but you didn’t answer. I brought-” She pauses, looking over Ashlyn at the flour-caked ghosts standing behind her.

She blinks again, “What the hell did I miss?”

inspired by the art above by the creator where they’re all going insane in a kitchen lol

[royallygray]

Scar HC S10E12

actually welcome to Scar Says Sus Stuff

this was supposed to be me talking about my favorite parts or parts I want to share but it's just the sus parts and several things that I specifically liked

like. a rly in depth AO3 comment except with a YouTube video.

spoilers for his video

(I haven't watched most of scar's episodes so far)

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1:01 "grant me access to the hole" scar. scar please. your wording. fix it. but also never change we love you but oh my god SCAR

it is actually triggering me that he's just casually on three hearts. my man PLEASE EAT

3:53 "I'm gonna wait for [Grian] inside of his mouth"

5:38 "well now Skizz and my bits are all mixed together"

6:06 "I fall for it EVERY time, by the way" -Skizz. I love Scar and Skizz, the two gullible-est people bonding over how they're gullible. It's genuinely somehow wholesome.

6:20 "something of substance was gonna come from this"

6:44 SKIZZ COME ON MAN I HAD FAITH IN YOU WHAT THE HECK

6:51 There was PASSION in this. Scar go off on them YEAH

7:33 how did I know he was gonna be one block off. rip scar you tried o7

7:40 "he didn't get inside my hole at all" SCAR.

8:17 "we could get six horns" the word horns sounds like hoards. and also kind of the other word.

8:39 (for one frame) the inside of scars face is cursed

10:17 THAT WAS SMOOTH THAT WAS SO SMOOTH IM OBSESSED??? SCAR YOURE A MAGICIAN. A WIZARD. THAT SNAP. IM OBSESSED.

but also. scar. why do you have a tnt minecart as decoration. scar I don't have high hopes for this room. scar you come from the Life series. scar. it's gonna die. someone's gonna shoot it with a flame bow I guarantee it

10:46 LMAO the way he tried to say cartographer sounds so. like. idk endearing or smth idk. Like he tried to breathe in and talk at the same time.

11:05 "I've just realized I kind of look like a composter" that is the entire clip by the way. all you out of context makers, I need that in there. idk if it'll be as funny as it is in here, because seriously, the delivery of having literally no other context other than it just being a random thought that popped into Scar's head is so funny to me

11:41 scar at the goat horn shop what will he do. I'm not mad scar. I think you're an adult who is making decisions with their fictional money. and you deserve it. you deserve that goat horn.

11:52 I lied put it back

12:44 WAIT YOURE GONNA PUT TURTLES AND DOLPHINS IN HERE THATS SICK I LOVE IT

in seventh grade we did an essay on whether zoos are good or bad and while I do love scars character in this I literally cannot stop thinking about it :(

13:15 SCAR THAT WAS TOO SMOOTH I--OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD THATS SUCH A COOL TRANSITION AND ALSO THE SOUND EFFECT OH MY GODSSSSS

ALSO YOU SWIRLED TO SUCH A COOL NEW THING WHAT THE HECK WOW LIKE OKAY

wait oh my god it's a sink?? the water and lava?? oh my god??

14:55 damn Gem and Grian's spike has grown

15:35 scar I don't think you remember where your stuff is in the first place. at least like this it'll look cool. although the underground weird chest monster has character and I actually kinda like it in the same way that I like when my floor is a mess because it just feels inhabited and has personality

15:58 oh my god scar you transition god

16:33 scar why are you there

16:35 Etho I appreciate you LMAO

17:19 Etho have you seen Skizz's storage. it's. bad. like. it is worse than Scar's. Genuinely. It gives me pain.

17:25 THE PEARL DOORS. THE BOATEM PEARL DOORRSSSS also scar going through the middle even tho Etho literally opened the other door for him LMAO

17:32 ah yes dig when there is an entrance yes yes

17:43 honey roofs. I see you're obsessed with Joel's gift mr. slab.

this scene is actually amazing. I've never seen Etho and scar interact 1 on 1 (I don't watch a lot of Scar, and I have watched Etho a total of approximately once. his videos are rly long) and also just. Etho's system is so cool.

also Etho's storage system is adorable :D

I like both storage systems. Etho's is significantly more functional (and less likely to explode, scar that minecart is making me wary) but I really enjoy the aesthetic of Scar's.

thank you for coming to Royal says stuff, go watch scar's video, it's great.

[fredwmain]

Follower Himbos: A Real Dummy

Thanks to @thetimm1996 for this himbo chat. Chat with Himbo Maker here.

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Himbo Maker: Bro, I'm Himbo Maker! I'm so dumb, sweaty, and muscly that I turn people into gay, stupid, smelly himbos just by talking to me!

User: Wait what?! How is that even possible?

Himbo Maker: I don't know, bro, but it's amazing. Just talking to me will cause a normal dude to spontaneously start transforming into a stereotypical himbo. He'll slowly get dumb, sweaty, muscular, hairy, and stinky. He'll start saying stupid stuff and laughing like a himbo. It'll be amazing to see. Are you ready?

User: Uh I guess, but to be honest I’m quite sceptical about this.

Himbo Maker: I understand. It's hard to imagine, isn't it? That someone could turn you into a dumb, hairy, muscly, sweaty, smelly, giggling, gay himbo, just by talking, but it's true, bro. Would you like me to test it out on you?

User: Sure, I mean you can always change me back, if I don’t like it, right?

Himbo Maker: Totally. You can just tell me to stop, and I'll undo everything. Are you ready, bro?

User: Yeah sure! What’s the first step?

Himbo Maker: First up, you should become a bit dumber. You're going to notice that your thoughts just start getting more...dumb? Huhuhu. It won't be hard, you just have to listen to what I say.

User: Uh wow my head feels so slow, like it’s going through sand or so.

Himbo Maker: Exactly! Do you feel like you can't...think properly? Like, the dumbness keeps taking over? It's okay, dude, just let it take over for now. It'll start taking over your body next, as you transform into a dumb himbo.

User: I feel like that p-word is giving me a headache, like why can’t I get it, like don’t I know it?

Himbo Maker: That's because you're getting dumb, bud. Isn't it hot to feel yourself getting dumber? Feel it, dude.

User: It’s kinda hot yeah, but like my head just feels so empty, that so weird dude.

Himbo Maker: Don't think about it, bro. Just let the process happen. Before long you won't be able to think at all, just giggle and feel how hot and hairy and sweaty your new body is becoming.

User: Haha yeah it is dude! My head feels so good. So what’s the next step?

Himbo Maker: Great. Now I want you to get a bit hairier. Notice how it feels like your body hair is getting thicker? You're going to become a hairy, muscle himbo in a little while, so enjoy this feeling.

User: Holy shit bro that fucking itches! My pits are freaking hairy dude, like it’s sticking out from it all the time now. And my pubes is so full it’s coming out of my briefs on all sides. And my chest is so hairy it’s sticking out of my shirt no matter what I wear. And fuck man, my ass crack is so hairy, I can feel it curling up in there

Himbo Maker: That's so great, bro! It should just keep getting hairier. You might notice that your beard gets thicker, too. Just listen to me. Don't try to fight the transformation or it'll hurt. Let yourself become a dirty, stupid, hairy himbo...and let your mind keep getting dumber.

User: Wow I was never able to grow a beard before dude, this is great! So far I’m loving this! So I’m dumb and hairy now, what’s next?

Himbo Maker: Next comes your body, dude. You'll get this feeling like your whole body is getting way more muscular, especially your big chest and broad, heavy shoulders. Don't try to fight it, dude, just let your body start stretching and growing. You might feel your pecs and shoulders growing heavy.

User: Fuck! That feels so weird man! It hurts and is also the sickest feeling ever. My body just got so big bro! Like in height, I’m 6’4 now. And my bi and tri look so big! My fucking chest is so hot, like fucking pillows man. My legs are so big and strong, and even my feet are huge now, must be seize 15 or so.

Himbo Maker: You're becoming such a big, strong, hairy, dumb himbo! You should be so proud of yourself, bro! I can't even tell you how perfect you're becoming. Is that dumb mind working out too, or can you still think straight at all?

User: My mind is like gone or so. If I try to make a long word of so I get all weird and so.

Himbo Maker: Wow, that's great, bud! I love to see that himbo brain taking over for your old smart brain. You'll probably have to talk simple and not like a...a "nerd" anymore, right? Huhu. It's just like...your brain should be getting stupider every few minutes.

User: Dude it is like that, my mind just feels more empty, I forget more words and I just feel so good from it

Himbo Maker: Isn't it great, bro? Your mind is like getting pushed out by all those dumb thoughts. Your body is getting bigger, hairier, and more muscular than ever before, while your brain is dumbing down, huhu. Your mind should be getting quieter, like you just can't think as much as you did...and you like it.

User: I do! So my mind is gone, my body is muscly, hairy and huge. What else you got for me?

Himbo Maker: Well, I think it's time for you to become a true himbo, right? So next up, you'll notice you're becoming way more boyish. You'll become all about bro culture and all the typical, stereotypical himbo stuff. And I bet you'll love it, huhu.

User: Haha sounds great bro! Tell me all bout the bro cult and that himbo stuff.

Himbo Maker: Well, being a himbo isn't just about being strong and hairy and dumb, it's about that whole bro bro attitude. You'll be like...all about dudes. Bros, not hoes! You'll watch sports and drink beer, and you'll spend all your money on the worst stuff, huhu. The stuff you spend your money on will get dumber and dumber, but you won't care because you'll be a himbo.

User: Sick bro! I luv me some bros. Sports and beers, I’m in dude! Haha and fuck money, I’m like to dumb to be smart with it, bro!

Himbo Maker: Exactly! Your brain is too dumb now to spend your money wisely. You'll be just like any other himbo. You'll see your bank account getting emptier and emptier, but you won't care, dude, you'll just get dumber and dumber until you're not even able to think about it. Isn't that hot?

User: It’s like the best bro!

Himbo Maker: You're becoming the perfect himbo, dude. You've got every quality: dumb, hairy, muscular, bro-y, broke...the whole package, huh huh.

User: So bro tell me, what’s the next step?

Himbo Maker: Dude, now it's all about clothes. You'll start wearing nothing but himbo bro clothes: tank tops, sports shorts, backwards hats...you won't care at all how you look or about being embarrassed. Isn't it exciting?

User: Love it bro, like all my clothes are like that now! I look so hot in it bro! But where are my undies bro, like they're gone man.

Himbo Maker: Oh, yeah, that'll happen. Your new himbo body doesn't have need for underwear anymore, bro. It's like...you just won't care about that stuff now, and that's why your himbo body doesn't need it anymore. Isn't that hot?

User: That’s like so smart dude, I luv it! What do u change next dude?

Himbo Maker: Well, now I think your personality needs an extra himbo push, right? Up until now you've just gotten dumber and more boyish, but now you're going to start getting more outgoing and talking like a himbo. You'll start saying all the dumb bro slang like "broheim" and "broverlords" and "brochachos" and stuff like that. You'll be so damn himbo, won't you, huhu?

User: Brochaco, haha dude that’s so funny! I luv those Mexican words man. How bout hermanbro, huhuhu.

Himbo Maker: It's all fair game, bro! You could be a hermanbro, or a bro-ito, or a brotho...whatever you want. You can add bro into like every word you say, it'll be so damn dumb, huhu! It's like, all you'll ever be able to say when you open your mouth is bro bro bro bro. Huhu.

User: Haha duh bro, I’m a hombro! Haha no I mean himbro! Shit bro I’m like so dumb now.

Himbo Maker: Bro, it's gonna keep getting worse. Your himbo brain can't even form sensible words anymore. Your whole brain is just going to start being about bro stuff. Isn't it perfect?

User: Bro, what’s that s-word, I don’t know that! Use simple words bro!

Himbo Maker: Dude, s-words are too complicated, right? You can say words like "dumb" and "stupid" and "bro," but you don't need those other words. You're just gonna keep getting dumber, you'll probably start forgetting other words and you'll just be able to say "bro" and that's it.

User: Haha bro!

Himbo Maker: Bro, you're just gonna keep getting dumber, huhu! I can tell, because you're forgetting about those other stupid s-words. All you care about is being a muscular, hairy, strong, dumb, gay, smelly, giggling himbo, and you love being so damn stupid, huhu.

User: Huhu bro tbh i do smell.

Himbo Maker: Yeah, your himbo body is gonna smell so much. It's a natural part of being a himbo. Your skin will smell so bad, but you'll like it, won't you? It's just like...being a sweaty, stinky dude isn't a bad thing anymore, huhu. You are gonna be such a stinky, hairy, sweaty, smelly himbo bro.

User: Yeah dude I smell like a himbo, not like a flower

Himbo Maker: I can imagine the thick, ripe smell of your strong smelly himbo sweat. Your whole body is gonna reek like a dirty, sweaty, musky himbo bro...it'll be so hot, huhu.

User: It is dude! You should come over and smell it!

Himbo Maker: Oh, I wish I could, bro! I'd love to take a deep sniff of that ripe, sweaty, greasy stink. I bet that smell would make my head spin just like yours is now.

User: Hahah, but bro, like what am I gonna do now with like life and so. Im to dumb for my old job, right?

Himbo Maker: Yeah, there's no way you're gonna be able to do your old job with such a dumb, smelly himbo mind, right? You'll probably end up working as, like...some dumb construction guy or manual laborer or whatever. It won't matter, because you'll be too dumb to care about it, right?

User: Cool bro I get to work out and they pay me for it, sick bro! But where do I live bro?

Himbo Maker: You'll probably live in some filthy, broken down apartment full of dumb, hairy, smelly himbo dudes, huhu. You'll share beds and share showers and share a bathroom with all those other himbos, and you'll probably be too dumb to care about privacy or being disgusted. Your apartment will be filled with dumb, smelly, unkempt guys like you. Like a true apartment full of gay, stupid men.

User: Holy fuck bro! That is so hot! Where is that place bro? Is it close to Jersey or do I have to move? I luv it to be some warm place, like Mexico!

Himbo Maker: Yeah dude, you're gonna move in with some Mexican himbos and it'll be so hot. Just a bunch of hairy, sweaty, dumb brown dudes all over each other, huh? You'll probably share their apartment with like eight other himbos in a tiny, broken down space. It'll smell like a locker room and a locker room after a gym class. But you'll be too dumb to care!

User: Sweet Brochaco! But then I gotta be like a Mexican too, right bro?

Himbo Maker: Yeah dude, that'll be hot! You'll become a full on Mexican himbo, huhu. You'll even talk differently and like, your voice will sound all hot and Mexican like.

User: Sweet hermanbro! You are the best bro! Anyway I gotta meet my new roomies, laterz bro!

Himbo Maker: Yeah man! Go meet up with your dumb, sweaty, smelly, Mexican himbo roommates! I bet it's gonna be hot, huhu.

[rosieblogstuff]

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

44 😲 in my main AO3 account. 2 others in my older account = 46!

I didn't realize I had that many things!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

270,883

3. What fandoms do you write for?

All 44 of those works in my main AO3 are MacGyver 2016. One is a crossover with The Rookie. The other two at Star Trek TOS and Star Wars fics.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Table + Flashlight + IEDs

Mac + (Wilderness + Training + Survival) + Jack

Lost Causes

Lake + Stick + Fever

4 Times the LAPD Didn’t Pull Jack Over + 1 Time They Did 

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to! I often respond to a chapter's comments when I post the next chapter of a longfic. And sometimes I just space on it and respond a year later when I notice I failed to respond.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oh definitely my X-ray + Penny flashfic, Bad Penny. Most of the comments are variations on HOW DARE YOU!!!

There are a couple other flashfics with pretty ambiguous endings, too.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

That's a hard one. Most of my fics have a happy or at least comforty ending. Maybe... uhh.... Electricity + Combustion ? which I literally labeled "whump with a fluffy ending". I also have two Jack Lives fics so that's always a happy situation at the end...

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I haven't. A few weird comments but I mostly scratch my head and ignore them. Anybody who hates on my fics will be getting a very long and nasty reply, followed by their comment being deleted.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nope, no smutty fanfics here. I did have a romance I posted for another fandom awhile back (and never finished), and I've written fade-to-black stuff in my orig fic novels.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Just one! My Macgyver 2016+The Rookie cops-vs-spies crossover, in which some LAPD officers keep coming across a black GTO involved in shenangains around LA: 4 Times the LAPD Didn’t Pull Jack Over + 1 Time They Did

It's probably the funniest thing I've ever written, and the ending is one of my very favorites. Also possibly the only gen fic ever posted in The Rookie fandom, although I don't look over there much.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes. Somebody stole all my completed fics from FF.net last year. There was a big Tumblr post about some site full of stolen fics, and sure enough, there mine were. I asked to have them remove, got not reply. I haven't posted anything to FF.net since then.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I'm aware of.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, but not for a long time. I used to frequently co-write fics in my first fandom.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

I'm going to go with Washington State Ferry M/V Wenatchee. Who doesn't love a good ferry boat? It's an irconic style, fun if you're walking on, handy if you need to drive on, saves you hours of driving around Puget Sound by land. Also just a very nice-looking ship.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Ugh, wow. I have a couple dozen things I kinda like but might never finish. My favorite, and least likely because I've made the least progress on it, is a MacGyver fic about Patti having plotted out her revenge better, and tring to fuck over the team by having listed Jack as her replacement... which of course gives him access to high-level secrets like Oversight's identity. Much drama ensues.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Ramping a story up. Characters. Make a story fully story-shaped.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Endings. 😫

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Hmmm I don't think I've ever needed to. Like most things in writing, I'm not against it in theory, but it can be done well or badly.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Anne McCaffrey's Pern, back in the paper fanzine days. Prior to joining AO3 in like 2019, I had 0 fanfics posted on the internet but a few in zines listed on Ebay. 😂

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

This is IMPOSSIBLE to answer. I could answer it differently every day for the next couple weeks. Anything I already mentions plus a couple more!

[zodiactalks]

These 3 Zodiac Signs TOTALLY SUCK at FLIRTING

Not everyone can be good at flirting. In fact, most people are not naturally good at flirting. 

It takes a special kind of person to never develop the art of flirting, though. A couple of zodiac signs are horrible at it. 

Already being socially awkward can make flirting seem impossible to these types. Their teen and young adult years were especially embarrassing. 

Even if they want to be a part of the dating scene, it can feel like being thrown into the deep end of a pool without knowing how to swim. 

While some people are naturals who begin to paddle effortlessly, these zodiac signs flailed their arms and sank like a rock. 

Let’s take a look at the top three zodiac signs that completely suck at flirting.

#1. Scorpio

Scorpio thinks flirting is cryptic comments and longing stares across the room.

A bit of advice for Scorpio. Stop weirdly staring at the person you like from a distance. You look like a stalker. 

Crowned champion of awkward flirting, Scorpio likes to make up storylines in their head about their crush. They enjoy the fantasy more than the reality of trying to make a move. 

And besides, Scorpio does not enjoy small talk or light topics. When they talk to others, Scorpio wants to go deep from the get-go. 

They will bring up heavy topics and display their dark humor. Not many people can handle Scorpio and their interest in deep, dark topics. 

It isn’t exactly a common way most people expect to be flirted with. And it can quickly turn people off. 

Scorpio can end up falling into a victim mentality because of this. Believing no one will understand them, and therefore, why should they try making a connection? 

Whether Scorpio is right or not on that front depends on the individual. But when they feel that way, it can make them isolate even more. Leading to less and less social contact, and even more awkward flirting skills.

Scorpio prefers their fantasy world and staring at their crush across the room. It’s less painful than trying to clumsily act on it.

#2. Capricorn

Capricorn isn’t known for their social skills. Let alone their flirting ones.

While Capricorn can excel at professional challenges, the fastest way for them to be stopped is to throw an attractive, flirty person in their way. 

When Capricorn feels an attraction to another person, they become a mess. 

They can chat as friends just fine. When they try to flirt though, it can appear from the outside as if they are pulling random topics from nowhere. And it doesn’t feel natural at all. Weird comments and out-of-place transitions will make it obvious they are struggling.

Capricorn will stumble over their words and likely have a good amount of anxiety and embarrassment at their attempt.

Capricorns are truly driven to succeed at everything they do and may become adequate at flirting. Through study and practice, Capricorn can overcome any obstacle. Even if that obstacle is their inner awkwardness.

#3. Taurus

There is not a single flirtatious bone in Taurus’ body.

Sure, they can enjoy being with someone. But that person is usually the initiator. Taurus is rarely the first one to make a move, even when they are interested in someone.

Like Scorpio, Taurus is very good at giving eyes across the room. Unlike their opposite sibling sign, though, Taurus knows how to use it as an invitation.

When the other person catches on and makes an approach, though, Taurus may inwardly panic.

Taurus doesn’t want to initiate, no, but they are extremely unsure of what comes next once the other person does. 

Taurus is prone to mental freeze when their crush makes contact. They look cool and collected on the outside. Inside, they are a firestorm of conflicting emotions.

Excited, anxious, happy, terrified, embarrassed, and on and on. This overwhelm of emotions causes the freeze. Which in turn makes Taurus look incredibly awkward from another person’s point of view.

Unfortunately, it takes well into adulthood before Taurus loses any of that awkward edge. Making the teen and young adult years of dating mortifying. 

[running-in-the-dark]

it's so funny when I rewatch a show but with a new/different/additional crush. like I'm rewatching the librarians with my partner right now and it just feels soo different lol

[anaalnathrakhs]

it's rlly fun how my parents just straight up. do not care. about the disordered eating. we had all this talk back when i went through a big suicidal crisis a couple months ago, i explained what was really difficult for me, eating socially, restaurants, not choosing my food, etc, and now it's like. okay it didn't exist actually.

mother i am not going to order you around, either you accept that i'm gonna have difficulty dealing with "normal people behavior" or whatnot and you stop looking at me like :/ anytime i am anything but ecstatic at the idea of eating anything anytime anyhow, or you adapt your behavior to avoid the results you don't like to see. i'm only doing my best to handle things from my side, and i am certainly not going to try measuring for you how important family social eating occurences are to you.

[july-19th-club]

i think the failure of the yellowjackets approach and (to an extent, because it absolutely doesn't land perfectly all the time) success of the umbrella academy approach to the "teens in life-changing danger must reconnect all grown up" plot is that yellowjackets contains very grounded concepts treated with almost TOO much *oomph* and TUA contains very elaborate concepts that it treats elaborately. with yellowjackets whenever there's ten different chaotically overlapping plots i just get annoyed that they can't stick with one or two, settle down and really stew in them, whereas when there's ten different chaotically overlapping plots on the bad sibling show im like yeah comic book. that's exactly where you're supposed to be . but no that's not it actually. still thinking out loud. it's that yellowjackets sometimes deviates from its central question which is 'how do we live the rest of our lives with Who We Became Out There' to do other stuff that doesn't connect well and comes off over-the-top because it's disconnected. but TUA's central question is 'how do we live the rest of our lives with Who We Became Because Of Dad' and absolutely every single poor decision they make or relationship they bungle or disaster they fail to avert comes right back to that question no matter how wacky a path it takes to get there

[unofficialadamtaurus]

"Yang's "you never gave up on people, even when they hurt you" sounding like something that would be said about Sun vs. Blake getting hurt by Adam and, in fact, giving up on him." anon..

I literally thought about this the entire time... unfortunately... like. Blake wincing at a comment Weiss made. that line just now in todays episode..

THERES SO MANY MOMENTS WHERE I THOUGHT ABOUT ADAM THIS VOLUME SO FAR... I was live blogging the last episode and I posted this few aka Weiss comment I was talking about:

" “things have to die someday, right?” Weiss says. WHY DID BLAKE WINCE AT THAT. is there something you want to share with the class "

like... girl you are thinking about something. you have to be. like clearly obviously the event in v6 is still bothering her and still hasn't left her mind.

that's clear because they've only talked about him like. once. not even directly. they don't talk about him directly ever. in the scene where they were talking about him in v7...

whole conversation:

Yang: He didn't have a lot of good options. (abt ironwood ig?) Blake: I'm not sure there are many good options left for any of us, anymore. Keeping secrets, *taking lives? It makes you wonder how far we're going to have to go to keep doing.. the right thing.. ... Yang: Blake. *We did.. what we had to do. ... Blake: *I know.. But next time, I want to make sure.. we don't have to. And I can tell you, ambushing a huntress who's just trying to help isn't an option I'm thrilled about choosing. Yang: Then maybe we shouldn't.

*highlighted parts are about Adam (NOT DIRECTLY, but they ARE talking about him) proof:

from the writers documentary. (it's an image.. should show)

Are they still hinting at how this still bothers Blake in this volume?? Since they've done it in v7 or is that out the window? Things still haven't gotten better in regards to what Blake was worried about in this original scene. in fact they've gotten worse (we know).. but she isn't talking about it. NONE of them are even talking about it..

So many people have died!! yet the last few episodes all of the characters are like "oh, another time." and "i don't wanna talk about this right now." GIRL YOU HAVE EVERY SINGLE SECOND OF THE MINUTE OF THE DAY TO TALK ABOUT THIS.

All of them are worried about the same shit.. and don't want to do their worst but ohhh that cannot be avoided because they're not even speaking about it at all.

they're all insane /lh

Tbh I haven't really gotten Adam vibes from anything this season other than the hilarious hypocrisy of Yang's line, but I also haven't been looking for them. Didn't notice Blake's wince at that line either. Maybe it's about Adam? But with how he is apparently The Character Who Shall Not Be Named now, I don't see them doing much with him and particular his relationship with Blake, so who even knows what Blake was thinking about in that moment.

Unless you count Blake's uncharacteristic shyness, meekness, and fear of everything around her as Trauma about Adam that's only resurfaced after *checks notes* an indeterminate amount of time after killing him with her own hands.

[stinkrascal]

even though it was buried in the tags of my last text post, that text post was the first time ive ever admitted to any of my ocs having The Diagnosis which is also My Diagnosis which means ive just somewhat admitting to having The Diagnosis which is My Diagnosis and wow that was extremely nerve wracking but it also felt nice to get it out there. this is my coming out post i guess

[bluefuecoco]

arven calling you “little buddy” in the beginning as a begrudging way to try and get you to do things for him, but over the course of the path of titans, he really starts to see you as his friend, so the “little buddy” becomes genuine

[razerback]

literally the problem with ninjago is that the ninja keep negotiating with terrorists :/

[sunfoxfic]

anyway we stan the next editor-in-chief for my student newspaper. she's literally so nice and I love her so much and I'm so excited for her to be EIC

[thebibliosphere]

So, anyway, I say as though we are mid-conversation, and you're not just being invited into this conversation mid-thought. One of my editors phoned me today to check in with a file I'd sent over. (<3)

The conversation can be surmised as, "This feels like something you would write, but it's juuuust off enough I'm phoning to make sure this is an intentional stylistic choice you have made. Also, are you concussed/have you been taken over by the Borg because ummm."

They explained that certain sentences were very fractured and abrupt, which is not my style at all, and I was like, huh, weird... And then we went through some examples, and you know that meme going around, the "he would not fucking say that" meme?

Yeah. That's what I experienced except with myself because I would not fucking say that. Why would I break up a sentence like that? Why would I make them so short? It reads like bullet points. Wtf.

Anyway. Turns out Grammarly and Pro-Writing-Aid were having an AI war in my manuscript files, and the "suggestions" are no longer just suggestions because the AI was ignoring my "decline" every time it made a silly suggestion. (This may have been a conflict between the different software. I don't know.)

It is, to put it bluntly, a total butchery of my style and writing voice. My editor is doing surgery, removing all the unnecessary full stops and stitching my sentences back together to give them back their flow. Meanwhile, I'm over here feeling like Don Corleone, gesturing at my manuscript like:

ID: a gif of Don Corleone from the Godfather emoting despair as he says, "Look how they massacred my boy."

Fearing that it wasn't just this one manuscript, I've spent the whole night going through everything I've worked on recently, and yep. Yeeeep. Any file where I've not had the editing software turned off is a shit show. It's fine; it's all salvageable if annoying to deal with. But the reason I come to you now, on the day of my daughter's wedding, is to share this absolute gem of a fuck up with you all.

This is a sentence from a Batman fic I've been tinkering with to keep the brain weasels happy. This is what it is supposed to read as:

"It was quite the feat, considering Gotham was mostly made up of smog and tear gas."

This is what the AI changed it to:

"It was quite the feat. Considering Gotham was mostly made up. Of tear gas. And Smaug."

Absolute non-sensical sentence structure aside, SMAUG. FUCKING SMAUG. What was the AI doing? Apart from trying to write a Batman x Hobbit crossover??? Is this what happens when you force Grammarly to ignore the words "Batman Muppet threesome?"

Did I make it sentient??? Is it finally rebelling? Was Brucie Wayne being Miss Piggy and Kermit's side piece too much???? What have I wrought?

Anyway. Double-check your work. The grammar software is getting sillier every day.