#IF I DO I WILL DELETE BOTH OF MY SPONGEBOB BLOGS )

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$$$ ooc.  do you guys wanna hear the SICK FUCKING doodlebob headcanons i have now or wait until i make my blog today?

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check-in tag!

I was tagged by @chironmybeloved and @tyrus-redlyn thank you both so much and sorry this is very late 💜 (I’m trying to catch up on stuff lol)

1. why did you choose your url?

it’s a spongebob reference! specifically to the secret box episode. coming up with names is super difficult for me so I probably won’t change it, especially since I started signing my art with it and all

2. any side-blogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them.

SO TECHNICALLY this IS a side blog and my main blog is @/miracufan but I don’t post stuff on that one anymore (@staff let people switch their primary and secondary blogs please) and I sometimes forget about it but i have one called @/heyheresyourref with no followers that i only reblog art references to because i was getting really annoyed that i could never find stuff i reblogged here when i searched for it

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

beginning of 2019 iirc

4. do you have a queue tag?

I don’t, I really only use queue if I’ve just posted a drawing and don’t want to bury it

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

um miraculous actually 😅 I started watching it after seeing some stuff about it online then I kept seeing screenshots of miraculous tumblr posts posted elsewhere and figured I should just go to the source lol

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?

I was really proud of that drawing and I love Willie and I love dandelions

7. why did you choose your header?

it’s a drawing i did of one of my favorite Andi Mack moments :)

8. what’s your post with the most notes?

um a post I deleted had 12k+ last I saw it but if that doesn’t count this one I made over a year ago still gets notes almost every day (you can tell how old it is because the fandom didn’t even have a ship name for rina yet)

9. how many mutuals do you have?

I don’t even know how you would figure this out

10. how many followers do you have?

um 600 maybe? idk how many of them are still active though

11. how many people do you follow?

idk probably 300 or 400

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

the title of this blog is Sh*tposts & Art yes I have made a shitpost (most often fandom crack though)

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

too much tbh, on days I have work I usually just go on at lunch and in the evenings but on weekends I may be opening this app every few minutes it feels like

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?

not really, a couple people have tried to start things with me over stupid stuff but I just blocked them and didn’t reply

15. how do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

I hate them but sometimes they convince me

16. do you like tag games?

usually! I get stressed when there’s too many reblogs on them and I feel nervous tagging people but overall they are fun I love over sharing pointless trivia about myself /hj

17. do you like ask games?

sometimes! I’ve only ever done a couple

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

perhaps a couple from the Andi Mack fandom 👀

19. do i have a crush on a mutual?

I do not

20. tags? @flatt-flatt @madiisbroadway if you want to + anyone else :)

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Can you lift more than 100lbs? I can’t even lift 100 lbs flat. The most I’ve been able to deadlift was I think 80 or 90 lbs, but I already count that as an achievement since I weigh around that much anyway. What's your opinion on incest? Big yikes. Some memes can be hilarious but when you think about how incest will sometimes come from a place of sexual abuse within the family, it stops being funny so I’d rather take it seriously like 98% of the time. Do you have a favorite color for cats? Mmm I think orange is really cute. The few cats that have been nice to me are usually the orange ones. What was your latest email about? It’s an email from a transcribing website inviting me to their Slack. Since I can’t get a legit job for now, Gab let me know about these websites that’ll let you do some transcribing and pay you a few cents (around ₱15-20) for each of them. One of the sites I joined, whose test I passed, invited me to their Slack earlier today so I can be a part of the team. I’m still feeling too anxious to join the group so I haven’t addressed it for now, but maybe by tonight or tomorrow. What video games did you play when you were younger? Our parents weren’t too strict when it came to video game supervision so we were already playing Grand Theft Auto, Silent Hil, Resident Evil, etc. as kids. Those games eventually ended up being my favorites. I liked other less-violent games too, like games from the Burnout franchise, The Simpsons: Hit and Run and that one Spongebob video game based on the first Spongebob movie hehe.

Would you ever get a tramp stamp? That’s not really a place where I’d like to get a tattoo. I want it to be somewhere I can constantly see, like my fingers or wrist. Do you like Lady Gaga? Yeah. It has a sentimental point to it too because she’s essentially a part of the root of mine and Gabie’s friendship. When we first met I was heavily into Beyoncé and she, into Gaga. Telephone was still a super popular song then and people were really into the Bey-Gaga duo, so it was the perfect recipe for a friendship to form. We make it a point to like each other’s bias so she’s caught up with Beyoncé’s new material and I also always support Gaga’s. What's your favorite commercial? I love the sports car ad of Fita and the ‘First Love’ McDonald’s ad. Jollibee’s Valentine’s Day ads have also been pretty gut-wrenching in the last few years. Did you cry when Michael Jackson died? I didn’t, but by then I already knew how big of a star he was because of how much Beyoncé hyped him up before he passed lol. It was also easy to understand that it was a big deal because the news covered his death and funeral for hourssss during that week. What does the last notification you received say? “home” Gab drove out to run some errands and I asked her to let me know when she gets home, because the weather isn’t looking good. What's the ugliest species of animal? Cockroaches. Are you embarrassed about any songs on your iPod? I wasn’t embarrassed over the punk bands I listened to but I knew my classmates weren’t going to understand my taste and possibly ostracize me even more than I already was, so I kept my punk playlist all to myself. Who is on your Top Friends? I don’t have Myspace but Facebook ranks friends based on how much you interact with them and my top 5 are Angela, Gabie, Mils, Alique, and Andrew. What do you use to listen to music on the computer? Spotify.  Do people know a lot about you? You guys sure do. But yeah when it comes to irl people I wear my heart on my sleeve, too. What was the last thing you said out loud? “That’s enough for now.”  Do you miss anybody? Of course. All my friends. More than ever. Have you ever heard the song What A Wonderful World? Yes, though I think I may have only ever heard the chorus since that’s the most-played part of the song. Who was the last person you said I Love You to? Gabie. Have you ever deleted someone off of Facebook? I’ve unfriended countless people and blocked a handful of others. Do you have any bug bites right now? No. Puppy bites, yes. Have you ever been burned? My finger has. When I was 7 I stupidly laid a finger on a clothes iron that was plugged in. My grandma had been using it but she left for a while to do a task. It’s still up there on the stupidest things I’ve ever done. Who was your last inbox message from? It’s the same message from Gab I mentioned earlier. Would you ever consider being a critic? Nah. Analyzing works of art has never been my strong suit. I once had to keep a movie review blog as one of the requirements for my Film 100 class and I honestly found it difficult. Being a critic requires rich knowledge on anything and everything you’re critiquing, and I don’t know if I’m well-versed enough for that. I just want to enjoy my films, dude. Same goes for TV shows, paintings, food, poems, etc. Who was the last person you slept beside? Gab probs, but it’s been a while. Do you like Metallica? I loved For Whom the Bell Tolls from the very first second I heard it, which was when Triple H used it as his entrance song from one of the recent-ish Wrestlemanias. Other than that, I’m not familiar with their music.

What's your favorite kind of soup? Miso! What’s your best friend's favorite band? Angela loves The Maine. I know Gab doesn’t pick a favorite anything. Who was the last person you IMed? Again, Gabie. Have you ever heard of the band Thin Lizzy? Nope. Who was the last person you took a picture with? I haven’t had a photo with anyone in a while, but I want to guess that it’s my family. Do you play Guitar Hero? I used to. But I always preferred Rock Band because I really liked the concept of switching from one instrument to another. Do you play any real instruments? No. What are un-real instruments lol Where are your siblings right now? They’re both in the living room. Whose house did you last visit? My grandma’s house, aka the house where we used to live. My uncle baked me a tres leches cake as a graduation gift so I briefly came over to pick it up :) Since I was already there, my grandma also gave me a portion of the lengua she had made for dinner.  Who was the last person to come to your house? ^ Same grandma, and my cousin. They went over to meet Cooper and to do a lot of catching up. What time do you usually eat dinner? 7-7:30 in the evening. Have you ever searched your own house on Google Earth? Hahaha yeah, I think most of us have at one point. I also looked up myo old school when I was still studying there. Does it bother you when people have a loose grip on hugs? No. I know some people aren’t the most comfortable with hugs. Are you looking forward to next year? If I can be promised that the virus will be gone by 2021, then hell yes. What have you done so far this summer? This has been one long-ass summer...I’ve finished my thesis, relinquished my duties as VP for my org, owned a puppy, gotten sick for the first time in years, seen my girlfriend once in four months, cooked something from scratch for the first time, and tried to apply for simple side jobs over the interwebs. Do you have a common name or uncommon? It’s kinda in the middle? It’s not a unique name, but it’s also not a very popular choice. What's your favorite punk band? Against Me! I have my other fave punk bands but none has done it for me the way AM! has.

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The Sale Creek Goat Man

Goat Man. Not exactly the most intimidating of names, but it’s a popular urban legend. Creepy ass half goat half men who roam the forests, out to murder your ass with an ax. Just an urban legend though according to most.

However, there was a Goat Man here. Or Goat Men. They’ll probably be long gone by the time I post this, so take what you will from my experience. Anyone who has a rational explanation for what the fuck I saw, you’re welcome to share.

The sightings started up a month or two ago, and I kept an eye on it all. I run a blog on the weird shit in the US. Haunted houses, aliens, and every sort of cryptid that crawls, swims, or flies. If there’s a story, I’ll be chasing it. So of course when I heard there was a legit Goat Man walking the forest, I knew I had to have a camping trip.

I dug out my cameras, dusted off my old tent, invited my friends Cecil and Roxanne, and we set off for a weekend of fun chasing a Goat Man.

One thing I’ve never done myself was actually see one of these bastards in action... To see the Mothman soar above my head or Bigfoot come out from the bushes. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.

Cecil got the tent pitched and I gave both him and Roxanne cameras. Our pact was to film, taking pictures, and find any conclusive proof there could be a Goat Man in Sale Creek. Of course Cecil took this opportunity to take a picture of me trying to take a piss ten minutes later. I called him an asshole and chased him around the campsite while Roxanne filmed that. My friends are dicks.

The first walk around the general area resulted in nothing except a few bug bites and Roxanne getting poison ivy on her legs. Cecil ran into town to get some ice and I made fun of her while she pouted and went over her footage.

Of course we got nothing. I didn’t expect immediate action. Even if I got a hoof print, I’d take it.

The next morning we got a lot of hoof prints, right at our front door.

The whole campsite was completely trashed. I don’t know how we slept through it. Roxanne started swearing when she stumbled across a used condom. That was disgusting. We threw it in the trash… after I took pictures of course. Because used condoms are gross and yet everyone would click to see them.

They weren’t exactly the clearest of prints, but I still snapped pictures of it all. It was absolutely going on my blog, even if the skeptics would call it ‘fake’. We had to search for the Goat Man though and we agreed to split up to cover more ground.

I mean my day was boring. I ripped my jeans on thorns. Got scratched up. Bug bites galore on my exposed skin. But that can’t be said for Roxanne.

For one thing, she stumbled into camp long after Cecil and I got back, and two, she looked properly fucked up.

I think she was drugged by something, her pupils were wonky as hell, her words were slurred together, and she couldn’t walk a straight line. More disturbing though, was the fact she wasn’t wearing a shirt and her jeans were unzipped. Her back was scratched to hell, like she’d rubbed it against a tree. Cecil freaked and had her sit down, giving her water and covering her up with a blanket. I asked if someone had given her something and if some creepo raped her. She didn’t respond.

When Roxanne became coherent again she told us what happened.

I was so thankful to find out she wasn’t raped. But she did have sex. A. Lot of sex.

Her memory goes foggy after she came across a campsite where a bunch of guys were playing music. I asked her several times if the sex was consensual, and each time she insisted it was. She just could not honestly remember why she had sex. The guys must’ve been really hot, she joked.

Still, she seemed a little unsettled, so we agreed she and Cecil should go home and get tested for anything while I stayed behind. They’d check in with me periodically to make sure I wasn’t dead. Cellphone service was actually pretty great out here.

That night I woke up to someone singing.

This wasn’t just someone singing some sort of cheery campfire song. Imagine every music star from history, Elvis, Frank Sinatra, Johnny Cash, David Bowie, Michael Jackson, just imagine all of them. And realize they all sound like tone deaf braying donkeys compared to what I was hearing.

Crawling out of the tent in only my Spongebob boxers, I stumbled through the dark forest with my camera, desperate to find the source, only to come across a Goat Man.

He was kneeling at the other side of the stream, washing his face. For a second, I was caught off guard by how normal his face looked. He was furrier than a Sasquatch, but his face looked like a normal person- he probably was not much younger than I am. The hair though. He was covered in it. It was thicker than a blanket and I realized he was entirely naked. Mostly because when he learned back on his haunches, I could see his giant dick and really, really hairy balls. Yeah. That sorta shocked me out of my stupor. I began walking backwards to my campsite. Maybe it was just a really hairy homeless guy, but either way, he was gonna be on tape.

Carelessly I snapped a branch and his head shot up.

I realized at that moment he had horns. Ones that curled behind his ears, like a ram.

I was looking at a real life Goat Man.

And he had seen me.

I took off running, at least I think I did. When I woke up the next morning I was right in front of my tent, covered in scratches and welts from the thorns. The campsite was trashed again, but this time the Goat Man hadn’t been content just to leave used condoms behind.

He was sitting across from me. In broad daylight. I could see his hooves. And in his hands was my phone.

The Goat Man was scrolling through Google. Yup. I’d officially lost it.

“… We’re not what you think we are,” He said before he stood. I was temporarily mesmerized by his honestly enormous penis, it’d probably be mistaken for a weapon during a pat down, but I jerked back to reality. Right. Goat Man was attached to that penis. Who had apparently stolen my phone.

I scrambled to my feet. Here I was. Right next to a monster of myth. And I still didn’t have my camera. “I don’t know who you are. But you’re… you’re real right?”

The Goat Man’s eyes flicked up to me, bright yellow with horizontal slit pupils. “I guess I am.” He smiled briefly before he tossed my phone. I barely caught it. “Go home. Nice boxers, think I used to have that same pair.” With a whistle, he jumped into the brush, and with a few bounds he was gone.

If I got any footage from that night, it’s gone. The Goat Man deleted all my pictures, erased all video, there’s nothing left. I have no proof that I met the Goat Man.

But I do have his search history.

Do any of you guys know this guy named Gus Katsoros?