#but i suppose in this case it's

[oornithologistt]

vultures amirite?

og image below the cut

[candyje11yfish]

nacho ahhahaha (i hope this looks cool)

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

Gravity Falls was strange, and the townsfolk even stranger, it seemed.

The twins had been unceremoniously dropped off on the side of the dusty road, the roar of the bus engine fading away as the driver wordlessly drove off without fanfare. The poor man had almost seemed close to tears ever since they had entered the thresholds of this seemingly innocuous town, all too eager to speed off and away while leaving the two children coughing and wheezing in its dust.

It had not even been a full minute since their lackluster drop-off before they became well acquainted with the oddly sociable and irritatingly chatty inhabitants of Gravity Falls. A single conversation with a pair of boisterous policemen already told them all they needed to know about the history of the town, as well as the whereabouts of their Great Uncle Ford.

"The Mystery Shack," the townsfolk had called it. It seemed as though their distant uncle had earned himself somewhat of a reputation amongst the locals. He was the town cryptid; the ever elusive mad scientist that lived in the outskirts of town in this so called "Mystery Shack". No one really knew who he really was; but everyone knew exactly who he was.

So, when the twins found themselves stood hand in hand in front of the rickety old shack, they hadn't really known what to expect when door had swung open with a deafening slam.

He was a strange man, their Great Uncle Ford. He seemed nothing like the cackling looney lab-coated madman they had imagined from what meager hushed information the townsfolk had offered them. It seemed as though the tales of a scientist gone mad that experimented on stray children that wandered into his spooky "Mystery Shack" was but a cruel rumor.

He mostly just seemed unhealthy, to be honest. His sickly, pale frame utterly drowned in the thick red woolen sweater that practically seemed to hang off of his lanky body like a second flap of skin. It made him look almost child-like, like a kid trying on their parents clothes; which somewhat diluted the intimidating effects of his looming height.

Although, the townsfolk's apparent fear of their Great Uncle Ford seemed to have some merit.

For one, Grunkle Ford really didn't seem all too human. He wasn't inhumane, per se; just, not entirely himself, if that made any sense. Looking at him was like looking at an incomplete puzzle; or looking at someone who you remember all your life wearing a hat, suddenly coming to work one day without one, and it takes a little too long for you to remember what is missing.

It was like Grunkle Ford had lost pieces of himself. Somewhere, to someone. His eyes seemed... almost empty. They were a little too dull and a little too opaque, lacking the lively shine of life everyone else seemed to have.

Another thing was that Grunkle Ford wasn't entirely alone. There was... someone else. The twins couldn't exactly pinpoint where, but they could feel its stare, whatever or whoever it was. They could almost feel its stare, a non-existent eye trailing a weird prickling sensation across their skin. The twins recalled the words of one of the townsfolk, a tall bestacled man with haunted blind eyes; although unseeing they could have sworn his gaze never seemed to leave them, as all he said was:

"Don't catch IT staring at you"

The twins had an odd feeling that IT was looking at them right now.

They didn't even notice when the pale bony hand of Grunkle Ford suddenly reached into their personal space, barely registering his words at all, much less the extra fingers that adorned each of his rough, worn palms.

They didn't take the hand.

If the twins had thought the outside of the shack looked decrepit, the inside seemed somehow even worse.

Every inch of exposed wall, ceiling or floor were utterly covered by sprawling symbols, summoning circles, and indecipherable words that seemed to be in an entirely different language than any the twins knew. They overlapped and tangled into one another into big, messy, red splotches of clustered nothings.

There were notes, diagrams on ripped pieces of aged looking paper scattered everywhere, with hardly any room for post-it notes squeezed wherever there was room. Lit and unlit candles were placed absolutely everywhere; either hidden in the dark corners or openly stood in the middle of the floor; sometimes in a circle, sometimes not. The melted fallen wax had coagulated into a hard white mess onto the floor; the smell of cheap vanilla scented candles intermingling with the smell of halloween fake blood (and Dipper was convince there had to be some real blood there, too) to create a sour concoction that stung their noses unpleasantly.

The shack was sparsely furnished with rarely any furniture at all. Not even a couch, the tables and chairs simply pushed to the walls to make more space for the endlessly swirling symbols and pentagrams. The twins were hesitant of stepping on any of the summoning circles, carefully sidestepping the candles and walking over the line of the pentagrams.

The attic, where they would be residing, was not much better.

Maybe they did end up in a mad scientist's house, after all.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Gregory knows he looks LIKE HIM in FNAF..

[tubbytarchia]

Anyway *creatures your Grian*

I can never decide on one bird coloration for Grian so I did three. Height comparison next to freaky Jimmy for fun

Jimmy and Grian as siblings in this context would be very amusing

[plagueislost]

capes…

[ladybugkisses]

Happy Halloween!! ! 🎃

Eleanor's fashionably late, and a new clown has arrived (Camille belongs to @allusionaries)

[dear-ao3]

would you guys believe me if i told you that someone came onto My Fanfic. Mine. Written By Me. and did not comment on the actual content of the fic that i poured my heart and soul into but yelled at me for using tags that were funny. you know. like the ones that get posted on this blog. the ones that get submitted and posted on my blog which is dedicated to Funny Ao3 Tags. can we believe that this happened to me of all people because i am still in shock.

there’s no harm in using funny ao3 tags as long as you’re actually Also tagging the whole thing correctly (which i did). and there’s also this great phenomenon called Don’t Click On Something You Don’t Like. also. while we’re at it. don’t leave comments on people’s fanfic if you’re going to be mean. this is basic fanfic etiquette.

BUT CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT SOMEONE CAME INTO MY CHAPEL OF THE ARTS AND YELLED AT ME FOR USING FUNNY TAGS MY GUY I RUN DEAR-AO3 I AM FUNNY TAGS HELLO

[sleep-nurse]

alright my dearest and humblest most sincere brother, imperator of this sleep-nurse tumblr dot come popolus. the time has come

it was either in two business days or the last ask you receive determines it

its the time. unearth to everyones eyes the body pillow of dr welcome smile corporation creation. i will await with open arms. god fucking damknit why does it have to be when i cant spa m relbog ts cus my phone is on charge

sigh. welp. you guys asked for it. I TOLD YALL ITS CRINGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM NOT LYING WHEN I SAY ITS CRINGE fuck my stupid life

feel free to kill me now

i need my amisulpride

[canisalbus]

have machete’s ears been cropped?? or is he just built like that?? im new here, so apologies if this has been answered before!! they stand up quite tall and pointy 💝💝

They're natural! He's missing triangular notches on the outer edges of both, but they're supposed to be tall and pointy.

All dogs are born with soft and floppy ears, and it can take some time for the cartilage in them to harden enough for the ears to stay upright reliably, especially if they're particularly big, thin and batlike.

I made this little age chart a couple of years ago, specifically to demonstrate the evolution of his ear situation.

The same progression can be seen in many real dogs, like these ibizan hounds for example.

[botanyshitposts]

confirming the Ethiopian wolf pollination hypothesis seems so straightforward in theory, like just erecting anti-wolf barriers around some of the hot poker plants and seeing if those get pollinated at the same rate as the other ones, but also I feel like it could be some lab’s 6 year long project that ends up in Nature and answers more questions about wolf dessert time than I could ever think to ask. and also it would give more beautiful photos of wolves between 3 seconds and 1 hour into passionate nectar indulgence. so hopefully with the media attention they’re getting they can do that

[just-qonika]

"i really, loved the literature club."

id like to think after monikas "deleted" this is how it feels to look back on everything that happened; she has a guilty conscience once she realizes how far everything got taken, and how bad it really was.

ᵐᵒⁿⁱᵏᵃ ᵍᵉᵗˢ ˢᵒ ᵐⁱˢˢ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳⁱᶻᵉᵈ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ ⁱᵗ ᴴᵁᴿᵀˢ :⁽ ˢʰᵉˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵃⁿ ᵉᵛⁱˡ ʸᵃⁿᵈᵉʳᵉ

[roukabi]

it's for real this time you guys trust me it's really gonna happen

[leahaart]

Eeepy boys

[0kulr4]

new ultrakill death screen reminds me of this

[screwpinecaprice]

Thinking about how they have a Future Boy Conan reference picture of each other.

૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა 💕