#dumber than a bag of bricks

[deathshallbethelastenemy]

Breaking my silence ... sjm SUCKS I just wasted my time reading acotar (read the tags if you want a rant)

[cringelordlikesplaz]

crackship doomed yaoi GO

711 was a character that ran alongside Plastic Man in the OG police comics. He died (shot 3 times) after 15 issues to make way for a newer, hopefully more popular hero, 'cause he was boring as hell. Understandable really, I would've done the same. Very cool for the writers to merc his ass. I always liked how stupid his premise was though, and liked the idea of 711 and Plas hanging out. I also like it when there's the Horrors

[softe-gay-mothman]

I love this game but mc is about to piss me the fuck off lmao. WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE NOT GOING TO PRESS CALEB ON HOW THE FUCK HE SURVIVED AN EXPLOSION AND WHY HE DIDN'T TELL YOU HE WAS ALIVE THIS WHOLE TIME????

[kcuf-ad]

Ren and Morgana: How did Makoto find out we're the Phantom Thieves

Ann, Ren, Morgana, Yusuke and ESPECIALLY Ryuji: talk out loud in public areas about the Phantom Thieves

[itsravioli]

[tinogiehd]

we’ve heard dream hint around being in love and in a relationship right now but he threw on the hypothetical to try and cover it and this is him straight up saying he’s totally in love with someone. and it’s not him being in love with how they make him feel or the idea of them it’s him being totally in love with just who this person is. and it’s so fucking obviously george like holy shit

like it feels like it was pretty clear he was in a relationsjip and in love by everything he said about spotlight and paranoid in interviews and whatnot but oh my god he’s in a relationship and in love and we don’t need evidence isn’t it evident with who that’s with

[thebendsbyradiohead]

sebstan going “i guess this is what the american dream is about” re: his oscar nom portraying a FASCIST who just won back the highest office in the country and immediately started signing FASCIST orders while appointing a literal NAZI to his government is so fucking funny. like man how fucking stupid can you get you absolute moron

[painedprince]

((If I made a bg3 blog (I'd have to make an actual new blog and I hate blog hopping,,) it would just be a very self indulgent sebastian blog. Except I can't commit to any hcs about him. Some people write that he's an artist or something... I see that lol))

[whyareyoulookingatmelikethat]

twisted sprout x distractor reader x twisted cosmo?

bonus points if reader's a little overly cocky and gets Got (maybe we get like. kidnapped or something. whatever you think would fit best in the getting got category [: )

...no this isn't inspired by me doing stupid stuff while distracting and getting punished for it. why would you think that noo /j

[19]: In The End

Not much to say right now. Not in the best mood after something happened, but I still hope you enjoy.

You were known as the chaotic one of the group.

Reckless, mischievous, you name it.

Honestly, no one really knew why you were the distractor, but they just went along with it because who else did they have to distract?

So here you were, skipping your way along the dark halls, your mood completely cheerful despite the disturbing sounds of the monsters chasing you.

The smile on your face was as bright as it would be on a sunny day, strangely enough.

You weren't one to strategize either. The instant you found a speed candy on the floor? Eat it in an instant.

Chocolate bars? Sounds good! Bottles of pop? Sure thing! No saving whatsoever.

You were literally the embodiment of idiotic.

And you liked it.

What was wrong about being stupid? Everyone is, so might as well come to terms with it.

You giggled, rounding the corner and making a U-turn around the twisteds.

Some say you’re confusing. Some say you’re drunk. Some say you’re crazy. (Which you are, but focus!)

You had the most positive,(Yes, even more positive than Poppy) yet deranged look on your situation, is what people said.

You didn’t care if there were monsters chasing you. You didn’t care if you were possibly going to die soon. After all, if you're going to go out, might as well have a little fun while doing so!

No you weren’t suicidal, just��you tried to make the best of your situation.

Was this place causing you to go insane? Probably. Who wouldn’t, after seeing their friends die in front of them one by one?

Ah, you remember now. Vee being mauled by Twisted Pebble, Boxten’s bones being crushed by Twisted Goob’s grip, Astro being killed by…well, Twisted Astro. Or who you like to call, the leech.

Their deaths were so traumatizing, you say with absolutely no emotion whatsoever, like you’re being sarcastic, but you’re not.

What reason would you have to be?

You didn’t really hate anyone here, not Vee or Glisten with their pride, Rodger with his nosiness, or even Shrimpo with his yelling. He had good reason to be bitter.

You heard a screech behind you, a warning. With practiced grace, you twirled around the easily avoidable tendril sprouting up from the floor, not even staining your shoes with the black ichor.

As you skipped on, avoiding a swipe of a smaller black claw, you wondered how the twisteds were even dumber than you, to the point they would just run around in circles after you and not even cut through the middle. They also wouldn’t jump or step over obstacles, nor knock them aside. They reminded you of homing missiles, but worse.

They acted as if a bean bag was a brick wall, and it was funny, yet extremely confusing. It bugged you to the point of insanity.(Not really, you're still sane but you know)

So you entertained the thought that maybe they were all blind. Their eyes were blood-red, so it would make sense that their vision is messed up, but that doesn’t explain how the amalgamation that was once a sweet and loving dog could now see you across half the entire floor, but couldn’t see you over a colorful kids table, despite towering over you.

It didn’t make any sense. It was like every single obstacle ever was an invisible wall for them. And you thought you were dumb…

You hummed, breaking out of your train of thought. Your eyes widened as you came face to face with a wall, smacking straight into it.

You could feel a headache beginning to form as you fell backwards towards the ground, hitting your head on the painfully hard concrete. You could hear the slightest crack and you cried out, immediately curling yourself up and hands shooting up to your head.

It…felt warm. Weirdly warm, and sticky.

Oh.

You already knew what it was.

You pressed down hard on your scalp as the twisteds closed in on you. You’d go out quick, at least.

The only thing you saw before it was all gone was two blurry faces staring down at you, hissing and groaning filling the air.

[onelittlespiral]

I’ve been looking for a fraternity to join at my new college, but none of them have really been letting me in. The only one left seems to be full of horny jocks that are dumber than a bag of bricks. Think you could help me… fit in?

FML: In

As you laid it all out in front of your friend, your plans, your goals, your desires, he just kind of shook his head in disbelief:

“I know that I’ve only known you for a few weeks, but damn that’s disappointing.”

“What’s so wrong about wanting to pledge?” you replied, “It would just make getting connected the university so much easier. Plus, the parties are legendary.”

“No I get it,” he scowled, “but really? Pi Kappa Epsilon?”

“Listen, they weren’t my first choice either. I would have preferred a group a little less… dim.” I knew he wouldn’t leave it there.

“Dim? Dim still implies some light on upstairs. You can just call them what they are: brainless frat bros. They think with their dicks and muscle their way through academics. I can’t believe you’re asking me to use my power for this.” He began walking towards the door.

I called after, “Look, I’ve seen you do crazier shit than this. You turned the guy upstairs into a dog for a week.”

He stopped in the door frame for a minute to chuckle, “If he was going to call the RA a bitch he may as well get first hand experience.”

“Please dude.” I stared at him.

After a moment he relented, “Fine. But are you sure you want this? You want to change for this? A frat?”

“Yes. And I promise I’ll get you into any party you want!”

“Fine. Give me a bit. But remember, you asked for it.”

He returned in a bit and tossed me a necklace from across the room, “Here’s your frat solution. Wear this to your next thing with them at their house.”

You inspected it. It looked like a basic chain necklace like you had seen other guys wear around “And do what? What does it do?”

He rolled his eyes, “And do nothing. It will help you fit into the frat, I promise.”

“No magic words or anything?” I asked.

He grinned, “Oh come on, think of me as better than needing all that crap. Now put it on so you don’t lose it.”

It fits well around your neck, “I’m headed over there tonight, I think it is the last event before they drop everyone. You sure this will work?”

“Trust me,” he says, “You want in the frat? You will be in the frat.”

When you arrive at the frat house, you do feel the necklace almost pulling you inside. It feels warm against your chest as you wander around, talking with some brothers and checking in with your fellow pledges. You get a sense of magnetism from it, like the necklace is pulling the frat house around it towards you. As the party kicks into gear, you focus less on the chain and more on socializing. But whatever it’s effect, it seems to be working. Brothers and other pledges are seeming to stumble over themselves trying to talk with you. Even the pledge master gives a knowing glance and tilts his head in approval. In a little under two hours, you begin to feel more at home in the house, more comfortable in the crowd. Maybe for the first time you feel a sense of brotherhood. So it is a shock when you step into the bathroom to take a piss and take a look in the mirror.

You don’t recognize the face that stared back. You blinked in confusion, assuming you had too much to drink. But no. The stranger in the mirror stared back into your eyes, copying your every move as you tilted your head and inspected your face in awe. The trance broke as you glanced down and saw the truth. Your polo shirt stretched against your chest as two pectorals firmly pushed out, flexing with each breath. Your pants had grown tight around my quads, now a good few inches short. They hugged your ass so tightly you were surprised they hadn’t ripped. Tattoos flowed down your arms, newly ripped and well toned. You noticed for the first time the power you felt coursing through your veins. You could almost feel your skin taut against your muscles as they slowly swelled. You pulled your top off to get a better look at the action.

‘Damn I look good’ you think as you admire the new cum gutters and still developing 6-pack. You try out a few poses in the mirror, just to see the muscles move. The necklace is no joke. No way PKE would drop you now, you looked like you fit right in. But, at the same time, you figured it may be time to get the necklace off. You didn’t want to change too much, and no telling how far it would go. You go for the back of your neck and and start to fiddle with the clasp when the necklace suddenly starts to warm up.

You feel the odd magnetism is no longer subtle. It feels as though the necklace is pulling against the frat house you, drawing it’s very essence towards you. At the same time, the growth within your body stops as the necklace channels all its energy towards your head. The sudden spike hits like a migraine, as you let go of the necklace and go to hold your temples. The necklace wants to finish its work. Your senses are sharpened to a point, as you feel the heat of the bros downstairs, taste cheap beer and seltzers, hear every footstep, see every muscle and bulge, and smell 100 horny men all at once. You feel the pure energy of the fraternity pull through your body as it shapes you. Beneath the pressure, your mind buckles as false memories push their way in. Memories of watching college football on TV. Working out during the summer to become a fucking stud. Playing the field as soon as you got to college. Meeting up with some brothers to get a foot in the door. Getting called a fuckboi for the first time on Tinder. Wearing it like a badge of pride.

Your brain throbbed as the energy reshaped your memories and personality, but your balls churned as it began to adjust your libido. They ached as they swelled to the size of golf balls. Your cock was rigid at attention as you grabbed it with both meaty hands and started to pump. Your body writhed as every stroke only makes the pleasure more intense. You are soon hot with the effort. An aura of testosterone and sweat formed around you as a frat funk sets in deep: a mixture of booze, yesterday’s workout, and cheap cologne. The smell only drives you more wild, and you start to feel your brain short circuit. Your mind, consumed by pleasure, gave into the pressure and lost any remaining will to resist. The necklace pulsed in time with your throbbing cock as it buried the old you. As you reached climax, you knew there was no going back. As you shot your load across the room, a new you was released. A dumb, horny frat bro ready to pledge PKE.

And then the door behind you opened.

The pledge master, apparently worried by how long you had been in here, walked in on your afterglow as you tucked your cock back into your pants.

“Hey man, you okay?” he asked before recoiling a step. You watched as he smelled your rank funk and nearly gagged. You took a step closer.

“Yeah bro, better than ever. What about you? You look like you’re about to vomit.” you said, leaning in a bit closer. You flex your muscles and let your pit stench join the lingering cloud. You feel yourself start to harden again as he tried not to react.

“Bro, you are fucking rank. You smell like a… like a-”

“Like a frat house should?” you taunted. He had stopped recoiling and seemed now to be fighting a different urge.

“I don’t know bro, you should get- get that looked at.”

His eyes were focused on your muscles as you slowly flexed them rhythmically to the music downstairs. I felt the necklace pulling him closer as he fought the urges he is having. Fuck, you remembered that feeling, that pull towards desire. You knew how to help him out though. You grabbed the back of his head and pulled his lips to your pecs. As his lips connected with your flesh and tasted the beads of sweat that rolled down your chest, he wrapped his arms around you and began worshiping your muscles. As he kissed and licked every inch of your chest and washboard abs, he gently rubbed against your rigid cock. It wasn’t long before he was licking at the fabric separating his mouth from his prize. But as he reached for the elastic band around your waist, you grabbed his hair and pulled him up.

Your mind reveled in in the power you held in your hands and the pleasure your new frat bro could cause with his mouth. But you only had one thing left on you mind:

“I wanna be in the frat bro.” You said.

He mumbled as his mouth still searched for your flesh, “Yeah man, sure thing. I’ll make it happen. You can be a frat bro. Just please let me suck on your-“

“No,” you boomed. You pulled him out of the bathroom and into the nearest bedroom, locking the door behind you. You grabbed his ass as he grew limp in your hands, “I want to be in the frat bro.” You slip your hand beneath his gym shorts and begin slowly finger fucking his tight, straight hole.

He understood his place as he slipped off his shorts and underwear, leaving his cheeks on full display.

He moaned like he was in heat, “Yeah bro. Please. I would be so honored.”

You bent him over and spat in his quivering hole before you pressed your cock against him. You didn’t wait for him to relax as you slammed your cock as deep as you could and watched him yelp in surprise. As you slowly sped up and heard him start to moan, you felt the necklace once again start to warm against my chest as its power flowed through your cock and into the bro beneath you. He too began to sweat with the funk of the frat as was remade in its image under your guidance. He was going to become just as unified with PKE as you were.

[the-owl-tree]

Mothwing looked from her brother to Leafpaw and back again. “Let her go,” she meowed. “It’s not important. She didn’t catch anything. If you take her to Leopardstar you could start a war between our Clans.” Hawkfrost fixed his cold blue stare on his sister. “And why is that such a bad thing? Every cat knows that ThunderClan is in trouble. This could be our chance to move in and take their territory.” Leafpaw gasped. Was that what Hawkfrost really wanted?

knowing the second half of tnp is dedicated to rotating around brambleclaw's relationship with hawkfrost, having every. single. leafpaw. chapter. (like legimately, almost every chapter) including a scene where leafpaw interacts with hawkfrost and he openly talks about how much he loves war and tigerstar makes brambleclaw look like the dumbest motherfucker alive. there's only so much "he's my brother!!11!" excuse that can make it bearable, he's canonically a horrible judge of character apparently, dumber than a bag of bricks.

[houseplantart]

A kitty cat bard who is dumber than a bag of bricks put through a rock tumbler. Oh well, at least he's charming.

[hostilemuppet]

Omg I haven't read more than humans in YEARS like talking +7 or something. I remember hating butch for being a pervert but I did not realize it was that bad. I don't think I liked any of the guys interpretations honestly. But like yeah definitely a early 2000s thing of VERY open and prominent sexism and even women constantly putting down other women.

The only thing I dont hate was Brick being smart. Like if you work it right it can just be a part of being blossoms counter part but like to have him be an edgy super genius who hates anything dumb/distructive and his brothers, with a secret "sensitive side". Is just butchering the character for the author's obvious favoritism and dream boy 🙄

yeah judging from how its not tagged in the fic, a Lot of people dont realise that "forcibly stripping someone and then groping them without consent" would read as sexual assault 😑 and YEAH... yeah its very. buttercup specifically seems like such a "im not like other girls" character, like her establishing character moment was dismissively saying "i dont want to be pretty like blossom bc pretty girls get raped" (which is. in hindsight. oda level foreshadowing)

i kind of do hate brick being book smart on principal. like theres no way to handle it thats not "he is blossoms counterpart, so he Has to be book smart, even though in canon hes dumber than a bag of rocks". this ties into something i keep saying, where blossom IS book smart but her main thing as The Smart One is being a great tactition, but people dont understand this and just make her Generic Nerd (looking at you ppg16). so when characterising brick, they figure "he also has to be a genius", even though brick doesnt even know what a silent letter is. brick is street smart, hes great at figuring out how to fight dirty (often literally!) bc its the best way to get one up on the girls and its playing to him and his brothers strengths; ie, not being book smart

i mean, the joke behind "the rowdyruff boys" name is that its spelled wrong. they spell "rough" phonetically because they arent smart. you could say "oh, its just bc theyre 5, brick can get smarter as he gets older!" but theyre also fictional and if youve got to make them pivot 180 for your fancontent then whats the point

[jav-uni]

no troll zone except you believe any that will tell you what you want to hear about a basic white celeb. Dumber than a bag of bricks

Ay, mi amor! hahah.

This is a troll-free zone but for you, I will make an exception:

I don't believe what I want to hear because it would be unethical for me to do so. After all, I am a Journalist with a Master's in Strategic Communications and I'm trained in International Law, Human Rights, and Transparency at the UN and other International Organizations and Universities, and have worked for over 15 years in digital marketing, activism, and politics. I am WELL more educated than the basic white celeb, his "wife", and her racist little clout combined (We have proof that one of them is a high school dropout, and she and her friends are racists. I saw the original tweets and posts myself to verify their validity)

Do you want to know why I'm still here? Because most of the communications and social media strategies that we have seen for the past two years I have done them for work before. I don't speak the same language as his team because my native language is Spanish and I live in South America, but the strategies are the same.

Besitos. 💋

[pumpumdemsugah]

Repeating myself about how Lestat is dumber than a bag of bricks. He knows Claudia is like him and while we don't know ( or I don't remember) why he came to the US he obviously didn't like coven life and went through great trouble to get to the US but thought this

Wouldn't get him killed ? By someone he freely admits is just like him ??? And is vicious ?

He got out smarted at his big age of 300+ years because of his arrogance and being dumb. He made himself an obstacle for her to figure out how to knock down. He pursued Louis and waited until he was weak to turn him because he wants what he wants but the same Claudia who is like him would just give up? And take shit lying down

Lestat has peanuts for brains and far too many people let being attracted to a blonde man get in the way of understanding that. There's some things Lestat could have avoided by giving it thought and thinking about consequences. He could have told them there were vampire laws. He assumed he had forever to teach them but he still had a couple decades to say something or elaborate about European vampires. Even if ep 5 never happened, someone that's as smart and determined as Claudia would want to find out more and make her own way. She needed a companion and they did nothing to help. Claudia had to leave and eventually more European vampires would have made their way to the US and in all his wisdom what did he do to prepare for this? Think about penis and be petty

The most preparation he gave Claudia was forcing her to watch the body of the guy she liked get incinerated after she killed him by accident . "I'm beating you for your own good" type of fathering " the world is going to beat you down so I'll do it first " type of mothering. People gush about Claudia being like Lestat so much and ohhh he loved her ( so does Louis but does that stop anyone talking about him being shit dad ?) and skip past him being a bad dad and stupid.

Her first plan was running away, not murder.

[66ctfm66]

The Sweat Plague (part 5) The Cult and the Mask (tf story *series*)

The Year: 2125

The Place: A world where if you sweat, you turn into a dumb, sexy himbo.

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Entire cities had collapsed under the weight of this transformation. But some places embraced it—worshipped it.

In certain neighborhoods, entire communities had formed cults around the so-called Sweat Gods, believing it was a divine blessing to be remade in muscle and mindless pleasure.

They called themselves The Steaming Faith. And they had one mission: to make everyone sweat.

Peter knew all this. That’s why he tried to time his grocery runs in the cool of the morning. But today, he’d slept late. The sun was already blazing over the rooftops when he stepped onto the cracked sidewalk, clutching his empty canvas bag.

I’ll just be quick, he told himself. But he wasn’t even halfway to the corner store when he heard them. Footsteps. Chanting.

The slap of bare, massive feet on pavement.

“Oh no—”He turned to run, but they were everywhere—towering himbos in tattered shorts and sweat-soaked tank tops.

Their skin glistened in the sun, muscles stacked in impossible proportions.

“Blessed be the Sweat!” one of them bellowed, his voice deep and dreamy.

Peter spun away, heart hammering, but hands closed around his arms. He struggled as they pressed something rubbery over his face—a mask

.White.

Blank-eyed.

The gaping mouth of a Ghostface stare.The inside was hot—wet—with the rancid, heady stink of their sweat.

“No—don’t—!”But the first breath filled his lungs with the thick, sweet musk.His mind shuddered.

So good…His legs gave out.

He dropped to his knees in the middle of the street. The cult circled him, chanting in low voices as the mask clung to his skin, sealing in the heat.Sweat is life

…Sweat is strength…

Peter tried to hold onto himself, but everything was going soft and thick inside his head. A shape loomed above him—the Head Leader, a giant of a man with black hair plastered to his massive shoulders. He looked down, eyes shining with lazy devotion

.“You are blessed now,” he rumbled.

Peter moaned as the heat inside the mask climbed higher. The first shiver of growth rolled through his pecs.

No…can’t…But the pleasure was too strong.

His chest swelled, pumping outward in huge, heavy slabs of muscle that filled the front of his T-shirt and strained the seams.

The feeling was indescribable—like being hugged by fire, squeezed in a fist of bliss.

“Ahhh—!”He arched backward, hands planted on the pavement.

His abs tightened, rippling into thick, symmetrical bricks under the skin. The mask muffled his gasps as every ridge pushed out bigger, harder.His arms trembled.

Biceps bloomed into round, heavy masses, veins bulging in thick ropes. The strain split the sleeves wide open, and still they grew.

Peter’s mind crumbled, thought after thought melting away.

I’m…turning…into…But there were no more words.

Only the deep, mindless pleasure of his swelling body.When the mask was finally pulled away, the hot air kissed his damp skin.

He blinked, dazed, as the cult’s cheers thundered in his ears.He looked down. His chest—massive. His abs—perfect. His arms—huge, tanned, powerful.So…good…A slow grin spread over his lips.

Peter got to his feet, wobbling a little under the new weight. Then he threw his arms up in a brawny flex, pecs bouncing

.“Yeeeeah…” he slurred, voice deeper and dumber than he remembered.

“I’m…like…so strong now…”The Head Leader nodded approvingly.

“Welcome to the Faith, brother.”

Peter’s smile widened. He barely remembered why he’d ever wanted groceries.

All he knew was that this felt perfect.

Sensation kept growing.