#nerdy-as-heck

[goldenpinof]

Hi hello I'm the one who sent the ask about the misprinted text, this photo is not blurry at all, it just actually looks like this, the right side of June is totally normal

oh my god, yeah, it's definitely a defect. did you try to contact customer service? i'm very curious what they would say.

[pinazee]

I love how useless the men in hatchetfield are. Emmas the one coming up with ideas to keep them alive, lex pulls tom out of it, Becky actually kills linda, and grace sacrifices her soul.

The men are there to sacrifice themselves for their ladies and thats about it, and i love them for it.

[lilacthebooklover]

max jagerman went from being terrified of ghosts to becoming one himself. talk about character development.

[chipmunkweirdo]

This picture has a background at LAST! I added Jeanette and Eleanor too! I have also attached it to chapter 56 of Journey To Excelsior.

This was a very difficult endeavor. I usually don’t break up my art projects across several days, but this one required it. I just don’t get enough time to sit down and draw un-interrupted nowadays. I’ve had to shift my approach. But I STILL MANAGED THIS! I am proud!

[sysig]

*blows a multidimensional kiss* For Scarab (Patreon)

[daily-brain-worms]

We're gonna be cool beans We're gonna keep the beans cool We're gonna-gonna keep the beans Beans the cool Keep the beans the cool Keep the beans Beans cool! Bean school? Excellent!

'Bully The Bully' in Nerdy Prudes Must Die by Team Starkid

[phoebepheebsphibs]

Sending this to cool people :D

I thank you for the drawing and the title of "cool"

[ich-theosaurus]

I have literally never seen anyone want to be autistic because it’s “trendy”, “quirky”, or “aesthetic”, where the hell have you been seeing these people? Is this one of those “I sometimes see Facebook (tumblr in this case) posts that tell me someone is in some not very good circles” moments? /gen

you must have never heard of tiktok somehow

[the-annoying-mom-friend]

brb gonna start cursing the way grace chasity does

[smile-files]

Hello! I hope this isn't too much of a weird question but, How can I make a good Jewish character without being offensive?

well there are many things to consider. firstly, there are many types of jews. some are orthodox, meaning they really strictly follow the word of the torah (and rabbis. lol). some are conservative, meaning they stick to the torah within reason (for example, conservative jews think it's fine to drive on shabbat if that's the only way you can get to shul). some are reform, meaning they are the loosest with the torah's laws. a lot are in-between, and some don't really practice at all. there are a lot of different customs and rules and sub-groups within each of these categories, and i don't really know the half of it. there's also the matter of where you come from (whether you're an ashkenazi, sephardi, or mizrachi for example) which can also affect your practices. i myself am an ashkenazi conservative jew, which for me means celebrating all of the holidays, keeping shabbat, fasting on fast days (if possible), and keeping kosher. some of my family members go to shul every saturday; i personally do not, as i am very tired at the end of the week. we all know some hebrew, but not fluently, and the majority of us have gone to judaic school from pre-k to 8th grade. we wear kippot at shabbat meals and when doing torah study, but aside from that we don't.

that's the main thing, in what way your character is jewish. the majority of jews, i should mention, have a bar/bat mitzvah around the age of 13, so you might want to incorporate that into your character.

i'm not an expert of jewish stereotypes and caricatures, but i know of a lot of harmful ones. antisemitism has led to myriad (frankly absurd) conspiracies about jewish people, such as us being goblins (especially with a large nose) or lizard people or having tails and horns or controlling all of the banks or controlling hollywood or causing the black death or having space lasers or using babies' blood in our matzah. just avoid those all together. please and thank you.

aside from that, most of the jewish stereotypes i know mainly apply to ashkenazi jews: the "typical" ashkenazi jew is white, has dark curly hair, dark eyes, a big nose, perhaps a slightly nasal voice, and is usually a nerd/smart/socially inept. none of these things are inherently negative; in fact i know a large amount of jews who fit this exact description, and it's fine if you have a jewish character who's like this. however, if you automatically go for these traits when making a jewish character, you should try to examine why. is that just what jews look like to you? if so, why? in any event, not all jews look/act like this. there are so many jews of color!!!!!!!!!!! i'm not an expert on the diversity of jewry, so i recommend you look into it yourself, but just know that not all jews are white!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i do appreciate your sensitivity to the matter!!! i think as long as you avoid all the blatantly antisemitic stuff you'll be okay, but it's always best to put some more thought into it beyond that. being jewish is fun! i love it!! very happy to get some recognition B)

thank you! i hope i could help <33

[lilacthebooklover]

things @charismabee and i have said today while planning a new hatchetfield au:

"that smiley is dead inside"

"give him rubber gloves. fill the fingers with rocks."

"they have 1 braincell and 0 muscle (alice has the braincell)"

"i only speak tiny now. u crushes my heart." "crushes." "gosh dang it." "i am large. fear me."

"(insert extensive explanations of our respective countries' schooling systems)"

"she dates paul, she gets all the childruns. it's the rules."

"ted keeps accidentally barking, paul forgets about cutlery, richie can't sleep in a bed anymore. they're so messed up."

"being without fingers made him have an epiphany."

"if ur going to bully him just beat him up, here max will demonstrate"

"noooooo" "yes." "D:" ">:)"

"alice and deb are just making out in the background." "good for them :)"

"paul, ted and bill all awkwardly hanging out in bill's living room during a 'playdate' with their kids. alice is only going along with this because she wants her dad to have friends. the playdate was for him all along."

"bomb and child v five ancient gods. betting pool is now open." "bomb and child win."

"he finally comes out, and melissa is gone. some of his employees have traces of eldritch powers now. there are children."

[enderon]

This is going to sound like one of those 'made up for internet clout' moments, but it did genuinely happen today.

My students don't always like the music I put on while they work (it's usually just different types of instrumentals but you can't please everyone) so I decided this semester that I'd let them give me school appropriate songs they wanna hear while working. Well, while looking through student responses, I noticed that at the top of one students list they put 'Who Could Win a Rabbit' by Animal Collective. My gears turn and I turned to the kid and asked, "Hey. Do you like EverymanHYBRID?"

Yall, they were so delighted and then amused that I knew that. The absolute humor of me, a 26 year old teacher, recognizing a song from an old Slenderman ARG that I was into as a middle schooler, that my student, a middle schooler in the year 2025, is very funny to me.

[redluminous]

What my fiancé will be throwing into the crowd of single lads instead of a garter.

[imaginariumwanderer]

WHAR WHATTT HELLOOO??/

THE LAST ONE'S A COSTUME SET??? W H A T

i think someone at devsis ships them

[fratttymatty]

The Bro And The Babe

(All characters are 18+)

Sam Goldberg adjusted his glasses nervously, peering over the top of his laptop in his cluttered apartment. "Maggie, do you ever wonder if there's a parallel universe where we’re, like, the exact opposite of ourselves?" he asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.

Maggie Kane rolled her eyes and flexed her biceps casually, her workout tank stretched tight over her muscular shoulders. "You’re really spiraling into one of your sci-fi tangents again, aren’t you?" she teased, setting down a protein shake and leaning against the table.

The two had been best friends for over a decade, bonded over their shared love of comics, progressive activism, and long, caffeinated discussions about queer theory. Sam was a self-proclaimed nerd who could quote Star Trek in Klingon, while Maggie, with her shaved undercut and love for lifting, was equally passionate about gaming and LGBTQ+ rights.

That evening, as Sam researched theories about consciousness and parallel dimensions, Maggie scrolled through Reddit on the couch. Suddenly, an ad popped up on both of their screens: "Transform your life forever! Click here for an experience you’ll NEVER forget!"

“Ugh, spam,” Maggie muttered, but Sam was already clicking. A blinding flash of light erupted from their devices, and everything went black.

When Sam woke up, he felt… off. Like, seriously off. His entire body tingled, his clothes felt tighter, and his thoughts were foggy. He glanced down and nearly screamed—except the sound that came out wasn’t his usual nervous stammer. It was a deep, confident, carefree bro laugh.

“Yo, what the actual heck?” he muttered, except it came out as, “Duuude, what’s even happenin’, bruh?”

He staggered to his feet, stumbling over a pair of sneakers he didn’t recognize—chunky white Nikes. Glancing down, he realized he was wearing a tight tank top that showed off his absurdly muscular, tan arms. His glasses were gone, replaced by perfect vision. His old face? Gone too—now replaced with a chiseled jawline, sharp cheekbones, and a boyish, smirking charm.

He caught his reflection in a nearby car window and gasped. “Daaaang, I’m lookin’ so rad, bro!” He flexed his biceps instinctively. “Wait… what’s happenin’ to me?”

“Like, OH MY GOD, what is even goin’ on right now?” a high-pitched, bubbly voice squealed nearby.

Sam turned to see a girl—no, Maggie—only… she was unrecognizable. Gone were her muscles and practical workout attire. In their place was a slim, tanned, barely-18-looking blonde with bouncy curls, a bright pink crop top, and a dangerously short skirt. She had a cheerleader’s pom-poms in one hand and a glossy pout on her lips.

“Mags?” Sam asked, his deep voice cracking.

“Ew, who’s Maggie? Like, my name is Madison now, duh,” she replied, twirling a strand of her hair. Her eyes were wide and vacant, as if her usual sharp wit had been erased and replaced with… bimbo vibes. “Wait, who are you? Ohmygawd, you’re, like, sooo cute!”

“Madison? I’m Sam, your best—uh, wait…” Sam scratched his head, his memories slipping away like sand through his fingers. “No way, I’m, like, Brad now. And, uh, I guess we’re totally supposed to be boyfriend and girlfriend or somethin’?”

Madison giggled and clapped her hands. “O-M-G, Brad! Like, yeah, we are!” She grabbed his arm, pressing herself against him. “You’re sooo strong, baby!”

Brad couldn’t help but grin. “Yeah, babe, I, like, totally work out all the time. Gotta keep the guns lookin’ sick for football season, ya know?”

Madison nodded enthusiastically. “OMG, totes. And, like, I’m soooo pumped for cheer practice tomorrow! We’re, like, gonna crush it at the pep rally.”

Their old lives—Sam and Maggie, the nerdy, liberal best friends who championed justice and intellect—were completely erased. In their place stood Brad and Madison, a carefree high school jock and his bubbly cheerleader girlfriend. Neither had any desire to question what had happened or return to their former selves. Their new identities were as comfortable as the sun-kissed, athletic bodies they now inhabited.

Brad and Madison strolled hand in hand through the high school parking lot, the sun gleaming off Brad’s newly tousled dark brown curls. His hair, which had always been fine, straight, and perpetually disheveled in his Sam days, now bounced with a voluminous, carefree energy that seemed to match his new persona. Madison giggled, running her manicured fingers through it.

“Babe, your hair is, like, so dreamy now,” she cooed. “It’s like you’re in one of those rom-coms I totally love!”

Brad smirked, running a hand through his own curls. “Yeah, it’s pretty sick. Totally matches my whole vibe, right? Like, natural curls for the win, babe!”

Madison squealed in agreement, flipping her own bouncy blonde hair over her shoulder. Not only was her hair now platinum and shiny, but it somehow always seemed to be perfectly styled, as if she had just left the salon. Gone were her practical, low-maintenance buzzed undercut and dyed streaks—replaced by soft, flawless waves cascading down her back.

As they reached the entrance to school, a group of students waved enthusiastically. Their new friends were waiting: Chad, the quarterback; Ashley, the head cheerleader; and Brittany, who always carried a Starbucks cup and scrolled endlessly on her phone.

“Yo, Brad! Dude, where were you yesterday? We missed you at the gym!” Chad called out, giving Brad a fist bump.

“Yeah, for real,” Brittany chimed in, snapping a photo of Madison. “Madison, your outfit is, like, soooo cute today. And OMG, you two are legit couple goals.”

Brad grinned. “My bad, bro. Had to help my dad with some, like, backyard stuff or whatever. Totally made up for it with extra squats this morning, though.”

“Of course you did, bro!” Chad laughed, clapping Brad on the back.

Madison jumped into the conversation. “Oh my God, you guys, I was, like, totally thinking—what if we make a TikTok to, like, pump everyone up for the pep rally tomorrow?”

Ashley clapped her hands excitedly. “Yes! You’re sooo right. We could do one of those dances—like, the trending ones!”

“Totally!” Madison squealed, pulling out her phone.

As the group planned their video, Brad caught himself admiring how easily they all fit together. It was a far cry from his and Maggie’s old days of debating social issues in coffee shops or campaigning for progressive causes. He shrugged off the thought as easily as brushing sand off his shoulder.

Later, at lunch, Brad and Madison sat at the “cool table,” surrounded by their friends. The conversation turned to the upcoming student government elections.

“Honestly, I hope Jacob wins for class president,” Chad said, shoving a handful of fries into his mouth. “He’s got the right ideas about, like, cutting funding for those lame clubs no one cares about.”

Madison nodded, sipping her diet soda. “Yeah, like, why should the school waste money on dumb stuff like, um… science fairs? We totally need more spirit weeks and cute uniforms for cheer instead!”

Brad nodded in agreement, surprising himself with his own words. “For sure, babe. And, like, don’t get me started on all the stuff they spend on those nerdy STEM kids. They should put that cash into, like, upgrading the football field or whatever. Priorities, ya know?”

Chad grinned. “Preach, bro. Sports are what make this school awesome!”

Madison clapped her hands, delighted. “Exactly! Like, if people wanna be all nerdy and boring, that’s fine or whatever, but they shouldn’t take away from, like, the stuff that makes school fun!”

After lunch, Brad found himself in the locker room with Chad and the guys, preparing for practice. As he slipped on his jersey, he noticed how natural it all felt—joking with his teammates, flexing his biceps in the mirror, and strategizing for the next big game. Meanwhile, Madison was across campus, huddled with Ashley and Brittany as they debated which glitter eyeshadow would look best for the pep rally.

At practice, Brad caught the ball effortlessly, his natural athleticism shining. “Nice catch, bro!” Chad yelled, slapping him on the back.

Afterward, Brad and Chad sat on the bleachers, cooling off.

“Dude, life’s pretty sick, huh?” Chad said, grinning.

“Totally, bro,” Brad replied, sipping a sports drink. “Like, no worries, no drama. Just football, babes, and hanging out. What more could you ask for?”

That night, Madison was sprawled out on Brad’s bed, flipping through a glossy fashion magazine while Brad played Madden on his PS5.

“Babe,” Madison said suddenly, “do you ever think about… like, deep stuff?”

Brad paused the game, looking at her. “What do you mean, Mads?”

She twirled a strand of her hair, her brow furrowing slightly. “Like… I dunno. Sometimes I get this, like, weird feeling that I used to care about… other things? Like, boring stuff. Science, or whatever.”

Brad shrugged, scratching the back of his neck. “Nah, babe. That stuff’s lame. You’re, like, perfect just the way you are now. Cheerleader Madison is, like, the ultimate you.”

Madison’s face lit up with a bright smile. “Aww, you’re right, Brad! You always know what to say.”

Brad grinned, pulling her close. “Course I do. Now c’mere—game’s over. Time for some quality time with my girl.”

As the two leaned back, laughing and playfully poking each other, the faintest flicker of their old selves might have stirred in the depths of their minds. But the feeling was fleeting, drowned out by the overwhelming simplicity of their new lives.

Because Brad and Madison didn’t need to wonder or analyze anymore. Life was perfect. Simple, sunny, and carefree. And honestly? They wouldn’t have it any other way.

A week later, Brad and Madison found themselves at the beach, their favorite hangout spot after a long day of football and cheer practice. Madison adjusted her pink bikini and squealed, “Brad, let’s, like, take a selfie! We’re, like, the hottest couple at school, duh!”

Brad smirked, slipping an arm around her tiny waist. “For sure, babe. Gotta show off how shredded I am, ya know?” He flexed dramatically as Madison snapped photos with her phone.

The two sprawled out on their beach towels, sipping soda and laughing at dumb jokes. Brad stared out at the ocean, his mind blissfully empty. “Man, I’m, like, so stoked for the party tonight. Gonna shotgun, like, a million beers.”

Madison giggled. “Brad, you’re soooo silly. But, like, don’t get too crazy, ‘kay? I need you to, like, carry me when my heels hurt later.”

“Anything for my girl,” Brad said, planting a kiss on her lips. For a moment, a shadow of their old selves flickered, like a ghost of Sam and Maggie trying to break through. But it was quickly drowned out by the pounding surf and the warmth of the sun.

As the waves crashed against the shore, Brad and Madison held hands, their new lives stretching out before them like an endless summer. Nerdy, progressive Sam and Maggie were gone for good, and neither Brad nor Madison cared to remember them.

“Life’s, like, sooo perfect,” Madison sighed.

“Totally,” Brad agreed. And together, they watched the sun dip below the horizon, lost in their carefree, simple happiness.

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

Cuddle Buddy

Dean Winchester x little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: Just Dean being a dramatically clingy big brother

“Hey!”

You froze on your way to the bunker’s library when Dean called to you from his room.

“Hey yourself,” you frowned at him. “You want something?”

“Commere,” he patted the spot next to him on his bed. “I’m watching Game of Thrones, join me.”

“Sorry,” you winced. “I’m too busy.”

“Too busy for you big brother?”

“I’ve got to help Sam with research,” you sighed.

“Wait!” He called out when you turned to go. “Can’t you do that later?”

“Are you that desperate for attention?” You scoffed.

“Not attention, company,” Dean corrected. “And yes. So get your butt in here.”

“Sorry,” you shrugged, turning again and heading for the library.

“Hey, come back!” Dean called out, but you ignored him. That is, until you heard the large thunk indicating that he’d either jumped or fallen out of bed, and before you could even turn around to check, you felt yourself being lifted in the air.

“Hey!”

“You can be boring with Sammy later,” Dean said as he carried you to his room.

“You have got to be kidding me,” you glared at your big brother. “Put me down!”

“Chill out, and stop squirming.”

“Chill out, dude this is like literal kidnapping.”

“Oh don’t be such a drama queen,” Dean grunted as he dropped you on his bed. “I’m keeping you from becoming a total nerd like Sam, and you’re gonna thank me for it later.”

“Right,” you scoffed. “Because spending all morning with my big brother watching Game of Thrones isn’t nerdy at all.”

“Watch it,” he warned before climbing in next to you and grabbing the remote. “Or I’ll keep you here all day.”

“Keep me here?” You scoffed. “How do you plan on—“

In answer, Dean dug his arm under your back so he could wrap it around you, pulling you close.

“What the heck are you doing?” You whined, squirming in his hold.

“Now you’re my cuddle buddy. Get used to it. And stop squirming, trust me, it’ll make it more comfortable.”

You let out a huff, but relented. You were surprised at how comfortable it actually was wrapped up in your big brother’s arms.

“Finally,” he said once you settled down, and he reached up and pressed play on the TV. “You know you love this.”

“Don’t push your luck,” you huffed, but Dean wasn’t buying it for a second, especially not when you rested your head against his shoulder and turned your attention to the show.

“Trust me cuddle buddy, I’m not.”