#Alaska monsters

[witchtryals]

TV Shows that Make My Brain Happy

Scooby Doo has been a favorite of mine since I was a child. I watched it at lunch growing up and I still watch it when my brain needs the happy chemicals today. And I would say it doesn't matter what Scooby Doo version I watch but that isn't true.

Scrappy Doo is creepy and the live action movies nailed him as a villain.

Ok, Ok, Ok.... I know.

Feel free to judge me for this one, everyone else does lol but Mountain Monsters makes my brain SO MUCH DAMN SEROTONIN. Its like the Spanish version of the Jim Adler the Texas Hammer commercial. All the tickles so happy. Its a dumb show, a bunch of hillbillies from Appalachia trying to catch Bigfoot in traps nee Wylie Coyote. Its fun.

Have you ever seen someone just "copy paste" something that worked and it just missed the mark? I still like the show, mainly because of the beauty of the Alaskan backdrop but this show was WEIRD and that's coming from me.

This is one of the best live action survival television shows ever. Period. Hard stop. No arguments will be accepted. Masters of survival, Terry Schappert - special forces, Jake Zweig - Navy Seal, John Hudson - RAF SERE instructor, and Matt Graham - "primitive" skills, take turns kidnapping each other and dropping the "victim" in a remote location where they have 100 hours to find civilization. Its a lot of fun and I've introduced this show to everyone I know because they have never heard of it.

This was an awesome show but Netflix dropped the ball. She has her own YouTube and patreon now so go check her out. She does elaborate DIYS and makes creepy and kooky a lifestyle choice. She is motivation incarnate.

These are my streaming happy chemical producers. Honorable mentions also include: The A-Team, Psych, Murder She Wrote, Tremors the Series, River Monsters, and the Addams Family.

What are your favorite TV Shows? I'm also ways mining for dopamine and searching for serotonin.

xx

[starpuppies]

thinking about a little puppyboy getting fucked by a big, feral werewolf… the werewolf making fun of the puppy’s cute collar and his pathetic, tiny knot, easily pinning him down and showing him what a real canine cock is like, how big dogs are supposed to be able to fuck. the poor puppy is just so small and weak, but it’s okay, he makes a perfect bitch for the werewolf to breed. he takes his cock so well, and it’s obvious he loves it, he loooves getting fucked by bigger dogs, he loves being sweet and obedient and stuffed so full, why else would he cum so many times from it? he’s such a good bitch. like he was just made to be knotted. in fact, he should just give up on using his worthless little puppy cock ever again, and learn to lift up his tail and present whenever the werewolf wants it.

just squirming and whimpering while the werewolf pants in his ear, claws digging into his hips, leaving bites along his neck and shoulders… tugging at his collar…. yyeah. thinking about that a lot

[booasaur]

Monarch: Legacy of Monsters - 1x05

[cyallowitz]

The Iliamna Lake Monster

Iliamna Lake Monster Found in the largest freshwater lake in Alaska, this mysterious creature is said to be 30 feet long.  It has metallic scales and a large head.  Some stories have its head shaped like a wolf while others a shark.  Being an aquatic creature, it can dive underwater and stay down there for a very long time.  So, what is the history of this cryptid? Two pilots claimed they saw the…

[lookin4themagic]

Sharon Needles - Monster Mash

Alaska's cameo:

[and-the-flame-burns]

monster Alaska is so comically large

he is literally godzilla sized and could shove the whole of monster New York into his mouth. He never would but if he really wanted to then he could

[pain-is-too-tired]

percy and annabeth should've moved to Alaska send tweet

Other than the whole out of the gods focus thing, I honestly don't see them having a reason they'd want to?

Its too far from anything familiar. I don't see Percy wanting to be too far from his mom and Estelle(i mean, California is already pretty far. Of course he can use Mrs.O'Leary, but still. Long distances still effect her.)

And, why he definitely wants to stop getting drag into things by the gods, camp half blood still holds importance to him. I'd think he'd want to at least stay somewhat in the loop with other demigods and there if something really bad happens.

We see in Tlo that New York/Manhattan is pretty special to him to. Of course he's going to school on California for New Rome, but I see him moving back to New York after. I mean the guy literally shoved Michael out of the way than got actually angry seeing Manhattan put to sleep. I actually don't think it's talked about how Percy's loyalty also kinda includes Manhattan. Like that's his home. Where he was raised, where Camp is close by. He feels comfortable in Manhattan. I just don't see him really wanting to move. I mean, again yeah New Rome exists. But i think that mainly would be the exception because of the safety of it being for demigods and legacies. Even then I see him feeling wierd there considering what we do know about how they are with elite and old money family that lives there.

Alaska is also more dangerous because of it being out of relm of the gods. Percy wants a peaceful life, I don't think he'd want to risk living where he knows monster can still get to them and be more comfortable doing so. Especially if they plan to start a family at some point.

Its fun thought, but definitely don't think it work out well ^^'

[angelx1992]

[alaskan-wallflower]

Skibidi

oh god

[dawginabottle]

Content Warning: Blood, Unsettling imagery

Another painting! This time of the Yup'ik monster Amixsak! These creatures are born from walrus carcasses who are not given fresh water to drink, food, and are disected after being hunted for food. These leftover walrus carcasses will return as vengeful and angry walrus husks called Amixsak :]

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[djtreebeard]

:( dang

A Bureau of Land Management worker posted this video on their facebook page saying that they “captured this strange ‘thing’ swimming in the Chena River in Fairbanks”. The ‘creature’ in this video was soon named the Alaska Ice Monster and spread like wildfire. Theories started flying about what this was. An Alaskan Nessie? Some kind of arctic crocodile? A giant fish? 

It boils down to something much simpler: frazil ice stuck to a rope that is attached to a nearby pier. Frazil ice is soft ice that cannot completely freeze due to turbulent water. While the ‘creature’ seems to be moving in the water, a rope is merely swaying in the current.

[recursive360]

𝘼𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙆𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝘽𝙞𝙜𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙩

🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾

😱

[lookin4themagic]

To celebrate Spoopy's 5th anniversary here's Alaska hip circling in loop 😌

[lifewithaview]

David Harbour in Stranger Things (2016) Chapter Three: The Monster and the Superhero as Jim Hopper

Joyce and Murray get closer to rescuing Hopper. Meanwhile, the police take El into custody for her assault on Angela. Robin and Nancy discover that the threat of Vecna goes back further than they initially knew. Max discovers the source of her nightmares and headaches, and Lucas picks a side.

[ckret2]

Chapter 66 of that fic about human Bill but he's not in this chapter so forget about him: Ford and Dipper go cryptid hunting!

This is pretty much a standalone chapter so if somehow you stumbled on this without seeing the rest of the fic, u can just, read it by itself as a standalone Dipper and Ford adventure. It's funny. Promise.

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The camera turned on to reveal Dipper, illuminated sunset orange and cast in heavy shadows, holding the camera out at arm's length. "Welcome back to Dipper's Guide to the Unexplained, anomaly #175: the Fremont Nightwigglers!" He held up a paper title card in his free hand. "I'm Dipper Pines, and today I'm honored to introduce our special guest star—" he turned the camera around to focus on Ford from behind, "—the one and only Dr. Stanford Pines, PhD times twelve—"

Ford laughed self-consciously. "Dipper, nobody's going to recognize my name outside of a few highly specialized academic fields—"

"—the scientist who developed the Theory of Weirdness—"

"That paper isn't even ready for peer review yet, and I can't take all the credit—"

"—and the coolest dimension-hopping monster-fighting mystery-investigating great uncle in the world!"

Ford paused thoughtfully. "Okay, I'll take that one."

"Tonight, we're on the trail of the Fremont Nightwigglers." The recording cut to CCTV footage from a much higher-budget cryptid-hunting show (which Dipper had recorded by aiming the camera at the TV). The footage showed two marshmallow-like creatures that seemed to consist solely of heads, long legs, and feet—smooth, ghostly white, and featureless except for black eyes. They wore denim jeans that covered their bodies from ankles to waists, and their legs seemed to bend jointlessly, like an octopus's arms or an elephant's trunk. "These weird armless creatures have been seen up and down the west coast states, leaving behind a wave of jeans thefts at clothing stores; but by the time local law enforcement has ruled out any human suspects, the true culprits are always long gone."

The recording cut back to Dipper, who'd taken the lead so he could turn around the camera and aim it at both himself and Ford. "Based on investigative research done by Dr. Pines in the 80s, we believe the Nightwigglers have a migratory route several years long that passes through California, Oregon, Washington, and Canada. More research is needed to find out if they travel as far as Alaska or Mexico. Locals believe each Nightwiggler creates an individual burrow around a communal gathering spot to hide in during the day, and at night they assemble in the communal spot to travel or forage in nearby towns."

Ford threw in, "Based on what the townspeople told me about their habits, they've been in Gravity Falls much longer than usual. It typically takes them a week or two to pass through the area, but this year there have been sightings for more than a month. Perhaps we'll find out why."

"And thanks to a hot tip from an in-the-know local"—the recording cut to a few seconds of footage of Wendy proving she could do a handstand on the split-rail fence around the Mystery Shack—"we know which assembly spot they're currently camping around! Tonight, we're trying to get the first deliberate footage of a Nightwiggler..." Dipper lowered the camera and turned toward Ford, "Hey, what'll we call a group of them? A flock? Herd? Meeting? If we're the first investigators to officially document the species, we get to come up with the name , right?"

Ford considered the question. "What about a wobble of Nightwigglers? Since their legs are so... wobbly."

"Sure, that works."

"Is this really your 175th episode?" Ford asked. "I've missed quite a few."

"Ye—well..." Dipper lowered the camera. It recorded his shoes as he walked. "So far I've got a list of 175 anomalies I want to do an episode on, but I've only recorded and posted thirty-something. I think you've seen them all except the two I've done this summer." He sighed. "I'm... kinda disappointed by it, honestly."

"Why? You should be proud of your work so far! You're the only person in the world who's caught footage of the Hide Behind."

"By accident."

"Because you learned how to identify its call, chased it through half the forest, and were prepared with the right equipment to record it. That wasn't luck, Dipper—that was your hard work."

"I guess," Dipper said grudgingly. "I just... wanted to have a lot more produced by now."

"Wh—You started these last June? That's about one every two weeks. That's a very impressive output."

"I made most of them last summer, I hardly did any over the last school year or this summer."

"You've been focusing on your studies, that's good."

"Yeah, but what about this summer? All I've done so far is borrow some of Robbie's music video footage to make an episode about zombies and record some footage I haven't edited yet about Pacifica's alpaca thief. I didn't even get any footage of the haunted doll crane game before it disappeared. Most of the time I've been just... hiding in Soos's room playing Bloodcraft: Overdeath"—(under his breath Ford muttered "Blood-craft over death?")—"or hanging out with Wendy and her friends, or helping Soos with the Mystery Shack, or just trying to avoid..." He trailed off, suddenly conscious of the camera still aimed at the ground. It had started recording footprints drying in the mud after the recent rain: soft indents like the pads of paws, but with no distinct toes, about the size and length of human feet. Dipper lifted the camera to better record the trail they were walking down.

"Well... there's nothing wrong with taking a break during the summer," Ford said. "Especially considering that your last summer was... quite a bit more exciting than most kids'—"

"That's just it!" Dipper said. "Last summer I did so much! I investigated your disappearance, I filled half of your third journal, I helped stop the apocalypse, I wrote a book with Mabel about solving mysteries and doing fun stuff, I recorded like twenty Guides to the Unknown... Compared to that, this summer I feel like I'm—falling behind."

"Falling behind what?"

"I don't know. But—I just—I... feel like..." He trailed off with a frustrated sigh. "I don't know."

Ford offered, "Maybe, like you're not living up to your own potential?"

"Yes! That's it," Dipper said. "I'm not trying to grow up too fast, I'm just worried I'll grow up before I've done all the stuff I'm supposed to do now. Like I'm already running out of time."

"Hmm..." Ford let out a long, thoughtful sigh. "Dipper, I'm probably the wrong person to be giving this advice, considering that I'm not exactly... the paragon of moderation when it comes to pursuing professional ambitions. But—remember that you're only thirteen. Right now, you don't need to be worried about graduating valedictorian and starting up an anomaly-hunting show and doing groundbreaking research into previously-unknown strange and wondrous creatures," Ford said. "You just need to focus on graduating valedictorian first. That's all I did with my high school years, and after that I still managed to rack up multiple PhDs before age 30. You've got plenty of time!" He said this with the confidence of a man who didn't realize having his life derailed by a manipulative alien villain was the only reason he didn't burn out hard by 1984. "Outside of that, just... worry about being a kid."

"Yeah. I guess you're right. Thanks, Grunkle Ford," Dipper said. "I keep worrying, though. I keep thinking, what if I'm wasting all my time on stuff that... just... doesn't matter? What if nothing I'm doing is actually important?"

Ford was silent a moment. "That's... a very existential question for your age. How long have you been worrying—"

Dipper hissed, "Grunkle Ford!" He jerked his camera up. "Is that fire?!" There was a faint orange glow in the distance between the trees.

"I think it is!"

Dipper whispered, "That's where I found the Nightwigglers' abanadoned campsite last time!"

"Did you see any signs that they knew how to start fires? Remains of a campfire?"

"I didn't notice anything."

"It could be a Scampfire..."

As quietly as they could, Dipper and Ford edged through the trees, Dipper all the while pointing the camera toward the light, until they found a narrow gap between two trees from which they could peer into the clearing.

There were three or four dozen Nightwigglers milling about in little clusters. Several had lit torches—sturdy sticks with the ends wrapped in fabric—which they carried by sticking the ends of the torches into their jeans' pockets.

"Dipper, look at the tops of their torches," Ford hissed. "Is that shredded denim?"

The camera zoomed in on the nearest torchbearing Nightwiggler. "I think so."

"We already knew they wore clothing—but they can make tools, too? How advanced are they..."

Ford trailed off as the clustered Nightwigglers separated, spreading out evenly into several rings. As the camera recorded, they began emitting a synchronized muffled humming; and then they began dancing, kicking their legs and turning in circles together. "Whoa," Dipper whispered. "Is this some kind of ritual?"

"What's its purpose?" Ford whispered back. "Recreation? Religion? Some sort of cultural event—?"

"Hold on. I think I recognize the song."

Ford and Dipper fell silent, watching in silence as the dance repeated a couple of times.

The Nightwigglers were doing the Hokey Pokey.

"Fascinating." The camera lurched sideways, and then turned toward Ford. Ford had stolen Dipper's journal from out of his vest pocket and was hastily taking notes on a blank page. "I had no idea Nightwiggler culture was so influenced by human culture. An hour ago, we didn't even know Nightwigglers have a culture. When could they have observed and learned the Hokey Pokey? It's not exactly a nighttime dance—do they spy on humans during the day?"

Dipper said, "What if we learned the dance from Nightwigglers?"

Ford stopped writing, looked up, and stared at Dipper, mind blown.

Dipper jerked the camera back toward the Nightwigglers as they filed out of the clearing. "Hey! Where are they going now?"

Dipper and Ford waited until the last Nightwiggler had left; and then they quietly followed.

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After several minutes of silence except for the sound of footsteps, Ford said, "Are we headed toward Mabel's Fault?"

Dipper groaned. "I got enough of this place last week."

"Agreed." 

"Hey, you know Bill said we should rename it 'Bill's Fault'?"

Ford huffed. "Did he really? I don't believe it."

"Yeah. He tried to play it off like, 'oOOoh, I just want creEDit—'"

"That sounds like him—"

They came to a stop as the camera spied the Nightwigglers standing in the clearing around the fault, then they quickly moved off the path into the brush and crept closer. "What are they doing?" Dipper asked as they inched up to the tree line.

"I don't know—they're packed too tightly together for me to see."

"I've got an idea. Hold this." The camera bounced as Dipper passed it to Ford, who watched as Dipper climbed up one of the pine trees around the clearing. 

"Careful! There aren't a lot of low branches that can hold your weight."

"It's okay, Wendy showed me how to do this." Dipper held out his hand for the camera.

Ford passed it up to him. "What do you see?"

The camera foused on Mabel's Fault. "The Nightwigglers closest to the fault are taking off their jeans, ripping them into two separate legs, and... tossing them in the fault? Have you ever heard of this?"

"Never."

"Like a dozen have done it so far."

"Perhaps that's why they have to steal so many pairs of pants? But why..."

Dipper gasped. Tiny Nightwigglers had begun squirming out of the fault, each wearing a single denim pant leg, crawling around like inchworms with half the pant leg trailing behind them. The bigger Nightwigglers picked up the little ones with their feet and swaddled them in the excess fabric. "They're—I think they're baby Nightwigglers! Coming out of the fault!"

"Amazing! Is this how they reproduce?" Ford asked. "Is that why they travel the west coast—are they following the San Andreas Fault and the volcanoes in the Pacific Northwest?"

"Maybe that's why they've been in town so long," Dipper said. "Mabel's Fault wasn't here the last time they passed through."

"We'll have to find out what other towns they stay in the longest. How far is Fremont from the fault line—?"

"Hey," Dipper said, "A bunch more Nightwigglers took their jeans off. They're tying them in a circle." One of the torchbearer Nightwigglers knelt down and bowed forward, setting the jeans ring on fire; and it was tossed into the fault. The Nightwigglers that weren't carrying infants formed a circle and began Hokey Pokeying toward the fault.

"That definitely looks like a ritual," Ford said, "but why? To celebrate the births...?"

The ground rumbled. Dipper gasped and slipped several feet down the tree before he caught himself. When he refocused the camera, Mabel's Fault was several feet wider, and a fiery glow was rising up from within.

An enormous Nightwiggler, fifteen feet tall, climbed out of the fault. It wore a crown of flaming denim and tattered pants formed by stitching together many pairs of decades-old jeans. The Nightwigglers bowed down.

"Good lord," Ford breathed. "What is that? Did they summon it, or—or was it always down there?"

The giant Nightwiggler watched regally as its subjects danced around it. As they spun around and completed another repetition of the Hokey Pokey—that's what it's all a-BOUT—the giant punctuated the end of the dance with a ground-shaking stomp.

Dipper lost his grip on the tree. He and the camera crashed to the ground with a yelp. 

"Dipper! Are you alright?!"

"Ow... fine, probably just bruised."

The camera caught Ford kneeling to help Dipper sit up, and then Dipper grabbed the camera again as he stood. He pointed it back at the clearing.

Every single Nightwiggler, babies and giant included, was staring at them with wide black eyes.

Ford said, "Uh oh."

The giant let out a bellow like a muffled hunting horn.

The Nightwigglers charged.

Dipper and Ford ran away through the brush, screaming.

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Dipper pointed the camera at his face. His hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat and his cheeks and arms were covered in small branch scrapes. "Still works," he reported to Ford.

"Great," Ford said. "That thing's hardy."

The camera jerked as Dipper tried to set it on a tree stump.

"Well, we got away with our lives," he said. "But... not without some losses."

He got the camera settled and backed up. He was wearing his vest zipped up around his hips like a skirt. Ford's trench coat was conspicuously buttoned up, and his legs were bare between his coat and boots. They both looked sheepish.

Ford said, "We've acquired some invaluable anthropological data, though."

"I'm calling this investigation a triumph," Dipper said.

Ford offered a hand. "High six!"

In the background, a skinny-legged Nightwiggler wearing Dipper's shorts darted through the trees.

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(It's about time Dipper get a little personal attention. Hope you enjoyed and I look forward to hearing y'all's thoughts!)