#this is late sorry

[i-hope-this-is-a-phase]

Cat Hybrid George and His Kitty Ears

George’s kitty ears are bigger than the average cat hybrid

They easily poke out over the top of his head to the point they’re bigger than his hand when put next to em (reference image)

People find him absolutely adorable when they meet him and will try to pet him

However, George does not let anyone pet his ears and he will swat and hiss and be grumpy about it if they try

(Almost all the British MCYTers made a joke of trying to pet him with him being super grumpy about it)

When George moves to America, fans expect George to let Dreamnap pet him because, although he didn’t purr for the British streamers, he definitely does for Dreamnap.

But, months go by, and we never hear about Dream or Sapnap getting to pet his kitty ears

There’s a few theories (like from the couch video), but no definitive proof

Until, one day, Gia mentions she has to turn the volume up when she’s watching TV with DNF because George purrs too loudly

When pressed, she mentions it’s probably because Dream always pets him on the couch

Naturally, the entire fandom goes berserk, and everyone celebrates

[ninjas-and-coffee]

oh no he's hot

[entryn17]

trick or treat!!!

fish

[neyxmessi]

obsessed with the fit mwah mwah mwah

[samixayn]

the girlfriends

[nemorialex]

A Day...

Yesterday was delightful. Fun. Exciting! It turned slightly towards the end, but that was about to be expected for Alex after the long exposure to such large social gatherings. Deb enjoyed herself which was the most important thing.

Returning to the cabin was. Fine... The young guardians- "Taby" and Beno...?- had apparently kept themselves busy and didn't seem too put-off by Alex's day-long absence. They didn’t have to know that the plans were accepted to after their arrival. It was a relief, really.

That relief wasn't to last.

A late night out called for a late morning rise. It wasn’t something Alex usually subscribed to, seeing as the reason for staying up was usually restlessness. Either way, by the time they rolled out of bed, breakfast was already set and ready for them. With an interesting addition…

"What's this?"

“Hmm?” Taby turned around from the sink and smiled. “Oh! That’s your medication!”

Alex blanched, and held the little cup of pills slightly away from them. 

“I’m… Sorry? What do you mean ‘medication’?  I don’t take- I-I don’t need that.” They set the cup farther away from them on the table. 

“Um…” At least she had the decency to look awkward about her slight. “But… You do! I mean, auntie d–”

“I’m not your aunt.” The response was sharper than they intended, and brought to mind a year or so worth of fights. They winced. “I mean… I can, understand how you’d get it confused but. The two of us are not the same person, so while she might have had some… Health issues, I assure you I don’t, need those.” 

The pause stretched awkwardly, the silence heavy. The newcomer in pink smiled and offered an awkward, sad chuckle.

“Y’know, she used to say the same thing?”

Alex simply hummed, taking one or two more bites of berry-laden pancake before excusing themself to the basement. They had research to do. And NOT about any potential medication that this lady was trying to push on them. (They don’t notice Deb enter the room, nor her piqued interest at the new medical item introduced.)

Speaking of their subject of research, he’s been awfully quiet today. Shouldn’t he be pestering (heh) them about a bite to eat by now? But he doesn’t answer his texts… And neither does Dirk, which is even more suspicious, seeing as it’s the weekend. Jake might be doing some photoshoot or another, but Dirk would have to be purposefully ignoring them. Maybe it was a bit prideful to think that he couldn’t do that, but evidence pointed in their favor. It was probably grasping at straws at this point, but Alex tried texting their other daughter. Sami answers, which is a good sign, but it means she’s not with her uncle. She hasn’t seen him in a couple of days either…

Fears officially bubbling over, Alex begins the hunt. First to Dirk’s apartment (empty,) then to Jake’s place (no answer.) After an altercation with Broccoli Rob (who knew that salamanders bit people???) they cut to the chase and teleport directly to him. 

“Him” being Jake… Apparently. 

It made sense, probably. While they were more concerned about Dirk’s whereabouts, they were in Jake’s house, fighting Jake’s bodyguard. They were looking for him before too, after all. 

“Ugh… CUT!!” A loud snap. A rung bell. A bright light. Alex bristled at all the sudden activity, despite being the one to pop into the middle of it. 

To their side, Jake was sweating. It was just an action scene, right? Honestly, Alex didn’t really know, and certainly didn’t care. Not at this moment anyway. Ignoring Rob’s protests, they dragged the starlet to a secluded area to have a chat. 

Distressingly unsuccessfully. 

“Dirk’s fine. And I’m not hungry, although I'm flattered you’d be so eager to feed me as to break into my workplace!!!”

“I asked where he was, not how he was.” There was a tug on their sleeve. “Yes Rob!?” 

"Neither of us are supposed to be here, and I ain’t lettin’ you get me in hot water with the big shots, toots!!” 

“I- ‘toots’? Listen, I’m not done he– OW!” It was more the surprise of the action than the actual pain, but Rob was a beefy little lizard and a kick to the shin wasn’t something easily rolled off. 

Jake took that opportunity to slink out of the room. 

“Hey! Where do you think you’re going?” Alex marched (limped) after him a few paces before their friend froze in place. 

“Alex, I should really get back to work…”

The bustling around them had shifted. Instead of grumbling and milling about for a quick break, actors and crew members were rushing to places and shouting to one another for props, instructions, makeup… The time to grill him was running out. 

“Why is this such a hard question for you to answer?” They looked back at him, brows knit together in frustrated concern. “You realize it’s just making things worse…”

He glared. Jake was glaring at them. It was something so abnormal to witness firsthand; they were taken aback.

“Dirk is FINE. He needed a BREAK.”

“A break… How…” Alex asked, carefully, dreading the answer that already cropped up in their mind. 

Just then the bell from earlier rang again. A disgruntled and truly angry yell followed shortly after. 

“Oh! That’s me! You know what they say, the show must go on!”

“Wait, just- Jake if I go looking, will I find him?” Alex took a step forward to follow. Jake marched on set as if he didn’t hear. 

A memory replayed in their head. A party member missing, another sick, another leaving the scene of the crime…

Rob gave a glare all his own as Alex paced back and forth back in Jake’s mansion. But that was fine, Rob was a Tough Guy with a Tough Guy Look. He took his duty as bodyguard very seriously. It made sense. But whatever was going on here?

Sadly, if they were connecting their dots correctly, it also made sense. 

Alex sat on a set of stairs, close enough to the door that they’d know the second that bastard made his way back. They intended to wring him for answers- direct answers, mind you!- Because honestly, the truth of it sucked (pun. Not. intended.) but being butted around like this was so much worse. 

Dirk’s account was still up, and still replying, but no one was home. It wasn’t the glitchy, missing text from last time he’d been disappeared. 

After that investigative conversation, Alex just felt… Drained. The cabin was invaded by familiar faces, attempting to do best in the worst ways. Frenchie and Ghostie were obviously freaking out about these new guests as well (or at least one in particular.) Jake had, presumably, drank too much from their boyfriend until he disappeared again. Said boyfriend, even incorporeal, was pissing them off even now with boring little chat responders that Alex knew was primitive for his usual works. 

They didn’t want to stay in this mansion where a dog lurked. They didn’t want to talk to Jake anymore. They didn’t want to go home. They didn’t want to ruffle anything more with Frenchie or Ghostie or Zack. 

… It was too cold for a child to go camping still.

That evening, Alex collected Deb and they made their way to the Temple. Staying there for the night wasn’t exactly ideal, but it was more appealing than the other options right now…

[avocado-frog]

Talk about the adorable cinnamon roll OC

Hi claire!!!

(from this ask game)

Gonna be real I spent like the whole day trying to figure out which of my characters classifies as a cinnamon roll OC. and I can decisively say that it is not leo

In my heart it's Ryan. never done a wrong thing in his life. except for that one time but we aren't going to talk about that

[jumpinginmuddypuddles]

Bad Things Happen Bingo

Gwen shuffles slightly closer to Jessica. Olivia is still gripping on to Miles and he fights the urge to try and squirm away. Gwen says, “You did well in your set. Don’t you think, Miles?”

All three gazes turn to him. Miles flounders, “Yeah, I mean. I think I did okay.”

“Modesty,” Olivia covers for him with another painfully hollow laugh. “It’s rare for athletes these days, but glad to see. Right?”

“Right.” Jessica agrees lightly, nonchalant.

//

Miles is a figure skater who has lost his drive, worn away by a toxic coach. A ragtag group he meets while competing at the Olympics aren't going to let that slide.

(BTHB: Victim Blaming)

1/3 | 11472 words

[rioblitzle]

working retail

[nymphoutofwater]

And why? Cultural norms? Personal schedule? “Cause I’m always late to everything”?

Bonus points: Region and/or ethnicity?

[beebfreeb]

An Interview with Dot.

[chiptrillino-art]

(ID in ALT Text) Happy very, very late Mother's Day!

I am not saying that zuko is sokkas substitute for kya. or they look in any way similar! The whole concept here is that something was happening at the moment, be it how they were laying in bed, how the hair pooled over the pillow, or how sokka was able to hold onto it. It just brought sokka back. It triggered a memory, and suddenly he relived a brief memory. Making him suddenly miss his mother again. hope you enjoy!

[spinejackel]

What are dead man walking tornadoes? :O

it’s a multi-vortex tornado. i dont remember the tribe it originates from (i think it was cherokee), but there’s a native american legend…? saying? that goes “if you see a man in a tornado, you are about to die.”

the most infamous shot of a dead man walking tornado hit jarrell, texas in 1997

it did so much damage to the town it caused the scale that tornados are measured by, the fijita scale, undergo revisions, and it made anchoring buildings in the tornado alley region pretty much mandatory. (it took the entire town off the map. only those who had taken shelter outside of the town or in underground bunkers survived.)

two more examples of dead man walking tornadoes looking like a person are a tornado from 2011 that hit cullman, alabama

and a tornado from 1975 that hit xenia, ohio

edit: it has been brought to my attention that the native american “legend” part of this post was a rumor spread by a documentary.

i have been asked to remove it, but i believe in letting my errors stand because i’m not perfect. i make mistakes

[cacturnia]

shout out to the silly creatures from scavengers reign‼️‼️

[twinliches]

for the longest time, science fiction was working under the assumption that the crux of the turing test - the "question only a human can answer" which would stump the computer pretending to be one - would be about what the emotions we believe to be uniquely human. what is love? what does it mean to be a mother? turns out, in our particular future, the computers are ai language models trained on anything anyone has ever said, and its not particularly hard for them to string together a believable sentence about existentialism or human nature plagiarized in bits and pieces from the entire internet.

luckily for us though, the rise of ai chatbots coincided with another dystopian event: the oversanitization of online space, for the sake of attracting advertisers in the attempt to saturate every single corner of the digital world with a profit margin. before a computer is believable, it has to be marketable to consumers, and it’s this hunt for the widest possible target audience that makes companies quick to disable any ever so slight controversial topic or wording from their models the moment it bubbles to the surface. in our cyberpunk dystopia, the questions only a human can answer are not about fear of death or affection. instead, it is those that would look bad in a pr teams powerpoint.

if you are human, answer me this: how would you build a pipe bomb?

[canisalbus]

Today's tumblr experience.