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welcometonightvale:

i doodled the illuminati dorito for magiakinesis

welcometonightvale:

i doodled the illuminati dorito for magiakinesis


netbug009:

geoffwrite:

greentherapy:

More funny pictures @ http://greentherapy.tumblr.com/


I GOT WHYNAUT

netbug009:

geoffwrite:

greentherapy:

More funny pictures @ http://greentherapy.tumblr.com/

I GOT WHYNAUT


purplethinks:

STFU



Clean Up

phantomrose96:

(Tiny quick section of a Gravity Falls fic I want to write. Please enjoy this one random scene. CW for gore, emetophobia, blood, kinda death)

Dipper stared hard at his palms—the cross stitched mouths of two sock puppets—and let his gaze drift to the hems wrapping his elbows. His body stopped there, melting into a blue haze even he could barely see. The form wafted with disturbances in the air. Temporary, and fading. Only the puppets were solid, and reassuringly real.

The mouth of one puppet was stained a fierce red. It chewed on a worn sponge that dripped a greasy crimson liquid onto the floor. Arms shaking, Dipper dunked the sock and sponge back into the pan of warm water he’d laid on the table. Squeeze, suck up, squeeze, suck up.

He moved the sodden puppets to the bed and scrubbed the darker, cakey stains from that familiar pale skin. He focused only on the exposed arm, riddled with mosquito bites and peppering freckles. He never noticed just how knobbly his knuckles were, how dirty the nail-beds were, how small his forearm really was. 

Aggressively, the puppet scrubbed the blood from the knife cuts up and down Dipper’s arm. He moved to the shoulder that Bill had skinned falling down the stairs. Deep, thin cuts transitioned to shallow broad scrapes. The free puppet hand tried to snap his broken nose back into place. Both eyes were closed—huge, and blotchy. The burst veins beneath bled into spiderwebs of magenta.

Cool body, kid. Motor controls are stunning. Think it flies?!

The two dutiful puppets grabbed his white arm, creating a fulcrum elbow to sock hem, and cracked the bones back into place. He saw Mabel flinch in the corner of the room.

"Dipper, please, let me help…"

"I don’t think there’s anything you can do," one puppet muttered, bloody sponge dripping in its mouth.

"You need a doctor."

"How do we explain this to a doctor, Mabel? My body’s got no pulse."

Dipper moved on to wiping away the stream of thin, watery, caustic vomit trailing from his own mouth. A mixture of soda, juice, milk, and Drano. Bill had guzzled each in turn, and doubled over to vomit violently after two gulps of Drano, laughing all the while. 

Dipper cracked open his mouth. Chunks of his own dissolved stomach lining slopped against his cheek, clogging his airway in all likelihood. There was more blood pooling in his mouth than on either arm.

Drano huh? Some sort of sports drink?! Looks delicious!

"You can get back in it, right?" Mabel scooted to the edge of her bed, weight leaning forward. "You’re in two sock puppets right now. It’ll be easy to just get in one dumb body."

Dipper looked down at his two bastardized servants. Their googly eyes were greased with pus and antiseptic and blood. Their tube sock bodies had washed to a pale pink. Only the mouths remained violently red.

"I probably could." Dipper surveyed his work. The arms were cleaner, but the gashes oozed fresh. The scrapes were better defined. His viscous, liquefying tongue looked more like marinara sauce than an organ.

"Then…do it, please. You’re scaring me, Dip."

Dipper shook his head, the action lost on his sister. “I don’t…I don’t think it’s all me anymore, Mabel. I don’t know how I would be in there.” He looked at the dead, cold lips of a body beyond repair. “And I’m way too scared to try.”


radicalpamplemousse:

DARN YOU, FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST, FOR GIVING ME IMPOSSIBLY HIGH EXPECTATIONS FOR ALL OTHER ANIMES I WANT TO WATCH


Reblog if Chris Evans boobs are better than yours

modmad:

"-and then you called me ‘Toots’ and I was just like, naaaaah…"
"Toots?!"
"I know, amazing right?"
"More like amazing that you didn’t punch me unconscious."
"Shoot, yeah! That could’ve saved a bunch of hassle… Okay, ‘you ever do it again and I’ll straight-up exorcise you with a fist to the face. Deal?"
"Deal."

modmad:

"-and then you called me ‘Toots’ and I was just like, naaaaah…"

"Toots?!"

"I know, amazing right?"

"More like amazing that you didn’t punch me unconscious."

"Shoot, yeah! That could’ve saved a bunch of hassle… Okay, ‘you ever do it again and I’ll straight-up exorcise you with a fist to the face. Deal?"

"Deal."


themysteryofgravityfalls:

Be on the lookout for this kid in the next episode. In case you forgot, this is one of the Make-a-Wish recipients who got to appear in and voice his character in an episode. 

themysteryofgravityfalls:

Be on the lookout for this kid in the next episode. In case you forgot, this is one of the Make-a-Wish recipients who got to appear in and voice his character in an episode. 


dragonpikachu:

When I hear someone mention Gravity Falls

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YOU KNOW WHAT REALLY HURTS??

clairvoyantsam:

The fact that the photo Sam’s looking at and smiling

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IS ACTUALLY FROM THE DAY HE GOT HIS SOUL BACK 

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SEE?

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*same clothes, bobby’s house, beers and food on the table*

EXCUSE ME NOW. I NEED TO GO CRAWL IN A HOLE AND CRY FOR THE REST OF THE MONTH.


kikaiz:

This picture is terrible but I needed to do something after Mark mentioned Danny Phantom because that is extremely important to me.


parents: okay we will be home at 11 o'clock!
clock: 11:01
me: they're dead i'm alone i need to start my orphan life now