#This is nonsense

[thesweetnessofspring]

Everlark gummy worm.

#everlark #this is nonsense

[tickingoftheclocks]

It is a beautiful day in Fort Frolic, and I am a horrible moth.

#Clocks fanart #bioshock #bioshock fanart #fort frolic #video game fanart #meme redraw #doodles #silly doodles #bioshock meme #jack bioshock #this is nonsense

[lulla-bee]

oh so by saying "two death anniversaries" he meant one for him and one for geto

#nothing can be more romantic than sharing ur death anniversary with ur one and only on the most romantic day of the year #they now share death anniversaries 🤩 #couple goals #jjk 221 #jjk 236 #jjk leaks #jjk spoilers #jjk manga spoilers #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo satoru #satosugu #lulla-bee #lulla-bee talks #nonsense #this is nonsense

[candiedgrim-blog]

My brainrot is so bad I see them everywhere...

#ourgoodshadows #fandom brainrot shenanigans #good omens #ofmd #this is nonsense #ofmd season 2 #ofmd s2 #our flag means death s2 #our flag means death season 2 #ineffeble husbands #azicrow

[short-and-ugly]

OH I DONT KNOW WHO THESE ARE BUT I LOVE THE LITTLE DYNAMIC!! is that skoodgeblood oh busted lip oopsies! hes having fun hes enjoying it hes having a good time zim. keep going. please? pleasepleaseplease?

#friend art #pinky #this is the ideal version of zasr. to me #like i have mine. but this is right up there with it #them if they were yaoi instead of yuri #this is nonsense

[raccoonspooky]

Cursed Domestic Bo Sinclair Headcanons: (Slight NSFW, nothing explicit)

He’s really into ham and cheese sandwiches. Which is fine, but he likes an ungodly amount of mayo. It gushes out the side of the damned bread, it gets on his fingers, and watching him eat his lunch is somehow more horrifying than anything else you’ve so far seen in Ambrose. If you dare to question his sandwich habits, he will be completely offended and will also berate you over your apparent desire for dry sandwiches. 

Come to think of it, you’re not sure when was the last time you saw him eat a vegetable? The thought is disturbing as it is worrying. You want to cook him something but you’re also afraid of his picky eating habits. 

One day he’s mid-rant about some bullshit that’s got his panties in a twist and he pauses to open the fridge, grab a jar of pickles, unscrew that shit and take a fucking swig of the juice. He leaves it open on the counter and you seriously consider just how strong your stockholm syndrome is. Maybe if you ran right now you’d get a good ten feet of distance before he caught you?

More stupid under the cut!

Laundry day is entirely too infrequent considering the nasty shit he gets up to. Until you were brave enough to start doing some chores around the house, you once noted that Bo wore the same pair of jeans for two weeks straight. When he took them off they pretty much held their shape as if he was still wearing them. You felt a part of your soul die when realizing that you definitely had been straddling his lap a few days ago, grinding down on him while he was wearing those god-awful nasty ass pants.

You’re sort of mad about having to do his laundry, because all of a sudden you’re doing Vincent’s laundry as well, and it's like you’ve strongarmed your way into being the Sinclairs' goddamned maid because you couldn’t stand the idea of Bo’s filthy clothing stinking up the fucking house. 

You fear the day that Lester starts bringing his laundry to the house as well. 

Maybe running away and taking your chances doesn’t sound that bad. 

Sleeping next to him has its ups and downs. Sometimes he’s a clingy cuddler, and you remember all the reasons you’re so attached to him. He makes you feel special, you love the quiet moments when he lets the whole tough guy act down. Sometimes the way he touches you feels performative, like he’s rough and he’s making a point to go out of his way to behave like jerk because he wants to remind you of your place. He can't showboat in his sleep and the way he holds you when his brain’s turned off always feels more genuine. 

For every night that you’re given the grace of comfort, there’s a frustrating sequence of incoming nights where he’ll roll over, facing away from you while taking up ninety percent of the bed. He takes whatever blankets there are and if you’re lucky you’ll get a flat, horrible pillow with a yellowed pillowcase. It’s gross but it smells like him.

You might have to pilfer a blanket from somewhere else, but he grumbles in his sleep if you move too much.

Whatever god-awful instinct he has to keep you doesn’t turn off in his sleep. If he’s having an anti-cuddle night, he’ll grab your wrist or grab you by the hair if he’s really feeling like a jerk just to keep you from moving around. You’d find the clinginess cute if not for the fact that you feel like you’re going to fall off the bed and the measly half-inch thick slab of fabric at your head barely holds any recollection of the fact that its supposed to be a pillow.

You’ve learned not to bother him when he seems averse to touch. Sometimes you watch him sleep in the early mornings and there’s always a definitive moment where the peace on his face turns hard and it's like he puts on this mask of whatever shitty attitude he feels like wearing for the day.

If you’re lucky he’ll let you kiss him when he’s a little more awake. He’ll be soft with you for approximately ten minutes because god forbid he let you get the dumbass notion that he might love you. No. He’s going to kiss you until your breathless and then he’s going to insinuate you should really do something about his morning wood and it ain't nice to get him all worked up if you’re not planning to do something about it

It’s like he has some kind of supernatural sense of knowing when it comes to your happiness and he has to up his asshole meter to keep you from getting your head too lost in the clouds. It’s like once you’re just about feeling all stupid and full of daisies and butterflies then the hairs at the back of his neck start feeling funny and then he’ll have to behave like a jerk for a few days just to keep your infatuation with him at a low simmer. 

He’s got one of those classic oil-can banjos in the house. It’s a downright statement piece when it comes to his whole hick vibe going on. You’re not sure where it came from. You’re not sure if he gets the irony in the fact that he owns that fucking thing.

Can he play it though? No. Does he plunk away at it at random intervals with some kind of annoying mockery of a song? Yes. All the time. He likes having something to do with his hands. He’ll pull at strings, playing the same notes over and over. If you know some basic fingerpicking or chords he might be enthused with your know-how but he’s not interested in letting you teach him.

There's a guitar in the house. Its neck is a little fucked, but you wonder if you can fix it up for him? Maybe he’s better with it than the damned banjo. 

Once, you found a bunch of old board games in the house. Somehow Bo made shoots and fucking ladders a miserable experience and you weren’t even sure how he managed to cheat but you’ll swear on your life that he goddamned did. It was a struggle and a half to even get him to entertain the idea of playing a board game with you and then he had to go ahead and ruin it.

It’s entirely easy to convince Lester to play a game with you. You play stupid board games in secret because not only is Bo a sore loser, but he’s sort of shit at remembering the rules for more complicated games. He’s no fun to play with. 

Monopoly is now banned entirely from the house.

They have an ancient NES system, likely pilfered from a victim’s car. Maybe some college kid who never made it to their dorm. Bo’s oddly good at duck hunt and he makes you watch him play. You’re almost jealous of the damned game because he’s never looked at you with genuinely excited joy. His juvenile happiness is cute though, but sometimes you worry about him punching the damned tv with his post-game euphoria found in murdering pixelated ducks.

I  could go on but I need to forcibly shut myself up.

I dedicate this nonsense to @ventiswampwater because she mentioned the pickle thing the other day and literally I cannot stop laughing about it. It paints such a fucking picture.

#house of wax #bo sinclair #slasher fandom #this is nonsense #genuine NONSENSE #x reader #x reader fanfic #slashers #sinclair brothers #the others are mentioned but idk i dont wanna clog up theiir tags lol #house of wax 2005 #bo sinclair x reader

[the0retically]

Smokes cigarette and states wistfully out the window: a year since episode 97 you say? Heh, well I’ll be

#jrwi #jrwi thoughts #riptide #this is nonsense #but what a power move for the council to release that on April fools

[someforeignband]

tired: eddie who’s jittery and embarrassed around steve bc of his crush on him

wired: eddie who unabashedly stares at steve’s dick print in his various sinfully tight pants

#let me speak my truth #steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #nsft kinda #nsft #ej speaks !! #this is nonsense

[nyaifyz]

Lizzy Design Study

if you guys like this for some reason I can show my deeper studies + other character studies

as an art student and aiming to be an animator / character designer, I be doin studies

Design notes:

▪︎I aim to make Lizzy's hair a bit more fluffy/wavy since she is a cheerleader, her hair wouldn't stay perfect without using a ton of hairspray

▪︎WHY DID THEY MAKE HER BOW LOOK LIKE CAT EARS??? pls so many ppl view it as cat ears and so did I when I first watched the pilot when it came out

▪︎They did a great job making the orange match, including the eyes almost matching the tinted hair, however due to harsh lighting in the 3D vers its hard to tell if they kept the pink

▪︎I brighten her palette to make her more noticable and stand out, plus she appears 'happier' than the other drones

Pink Swap AU design notes:

▪︎Her clothes are from her dead mother, which is why its all oversized

▪︎Lizzy has the depression and does self harm, so theres dents and scratches on her arms that remains hidden with the sleeves

▪︎To make the au Lizzy to look more different than the original, the bow is more poofy/full, however she can be drawn with any bow type as she owns many

#this is nonsense #i might show drone expression study next? #idk #murder drones #murder drones lizzy #pink swap md au #art study #character design study

[thesweetnessofspring]

Lucy Gray out here winning the games in heels and without a hair tie. Ok girl.

#tbosas #lucy gray baird #the hunger games #this is nonsense #clearing the drafts

[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

Instant Noodles - a Magnus Archives (Crack) Fic

At least his new hobby kept him occupied in the evenings, when too much time to think turned to wretchedness. It just so happened that much of his life was public. On the internet. As part of some gods-damned podcast.

There were no words for how fascinated he was. This was his story—and yet it wasn’t. It was focused on Jon, for some bloody reason, which made no damn sense, since Jon showed up at the very end.

Well. There was no accounting for taste.

Note: This is nonsense. Full apologies to Jonny and Alex, who are 100% the creators of my favorite podcast, The Magnus Archives. This is a work of fiction, etc. and so forth. Take it as the joke it's meant to be.

AO3

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The room was dark because electricity was expensive. It was cold for the same reason, but there were blankets, and the bright blue light of his cracked phone screen, so. One did what one had to. It was hardly the first time he’d made do. 

It might not be the last—but he hoped it would. This was miserable. Perhaps because this body had never known lack, never gone hungry, never even been without a proper skin routine, it all felt worse than it used to. Damned Elias Bouchard. Weak stock. He’d choose better next time. 

Assuming he could. 

It was a big assumption, and a risk Jonah wasn’t sure he dared take. Oh, the Fears were here; the Eye was here; it was all going on, right and proper, but he’d been… cut off.

Minds were closed to him—it felt like trying to see through a porcelain bowl. Making his way with that handicap, first robbing people, then figuring out how to make more money without any kind of ID—it had all taken time, and only worked as well as it had because he was a white male with a good smile. 

At least his new hobby kept him occupied in the evenings, when too much time to think turned to wretchedness. It just so happened that much of his life was public. On the internet. As part of some gods-damned podcast.

There were no words for how fascinated he was. This was his story—and yet it wasn’t. It was focused on Jon, for some bloody reason, which made no damn sense, since Jon showed up at the very end.

Well. There was no accounting for taste.

In spite of himself, Jonah was obsessed. Driven by this true story, woven as fantasy by real people in another world, crafted by someone with the same name as his greatest achievement and greatest failure, and seemingly far too accurate to be accidental. 

It made absolutely no sense. He was riveted. He couldn’t look away.

He listened to all the recordings. He pirated the extras (as if he could afford to become a Patreon). He stalked fan-forums and Tumblr and ArtStation and Reddit. Some depictions were very close.

He resisted the urge to comment. To correct.

That’s not what happened, he wanted to say, except it sort of was? A few intriguing details missing, perhaps, a few crucial bits of innuendo, possibly because it was Jon’s retelling, and therefore not the whole picture.

One of Jonah’s favorite things was when the so-called creators of his own story did fan-readings: dramatizing fanfiction online, in public, on YouTube, in front of everyone.

He was transfixed.

Some of the fandom details were more accurate than the so-called creators’ attempts. Most were wildly off; Jonah heard himself described as cruel (he was merely pragmatic), brilliant (yes), foolish (not at all), cowardly (well…), incredibly sexual (somewhat flattering, but Jonah really did just prefer to watch), wildly murderous (no, too risky), and more. All these people, writing about him, about him, and he got not one lick of power from it. It seemed unfair.

Jonah was willing to bet someone was raking in that psychic energy, though. Oh, yes.

“It is as if Jonathan and the Beholding are… one, ” intoned Jonny Sims—the “creator” of this tale  who’d no idea what he’d channeled—reading some fic by a writer called EnbyNeti.

Alex joined him on the word one, and they shared a laugh, because to them, it wasn’t real.

Jonah snorted. “One,” he muttered, huddling in his blanket over his cup of instant noodles, because as long as it was still hot from the microwave, the steam smelled better than the mildewed room, and warmed his hands, and opened up his pores. “Don’t know anything. They weren’t one, they… entangled.”

Sure. That’s what it was. That’s why, when they all landed here, Jon had somehow woken him up (and Jonah had no memory of the time between stabbing and waking and was grateful), said “Good luck,” (oh, very funny, you prick), taken Martin’s hand, and just… walked away.

Left him there without any resources, with some sort of block on his powers, without money or contacts or any help at all. 

It was scary. It was precisely the type of vulnerability he’d spent his whole life trying to avoid. That was probably why Jon did it.

“They weren’t one,” he muttered again, unsure with whom he was arguing. “Couldn’t be.”

And then Jonny got all funny with Alex as they commented on that fic. “Oh! Oh, a lot goin’ on here,” Jonny said with great humor. “I don’t know what, but ooh, a lot of it!”

“Ha! If only you knew,” Jonah muttered, pointing a cheap bamboo chopstick at the cracked screen.

“I dunno,” said Alex. “Part of me read that and just went, ‘Yeah, that’s what you get.’”

“Excuse me?” said Jonah.

“That’s what you get,” Jonny agreed.

“That’s what you get, man,” said Alex, shaking his head. “If you build a god, it’s gonna come, and it’s gonna get you.”

“Yeah. Don’t build gods,” said Jonny.

“Don’t build gods, people,” said Alex.

“Don’t build gods. Hi. I’m Jonny Sims. And I’m here to tell you: don’t build gods.”

Jonah missed the rest of the broadcast. 

They pattered along, these two young creatives, joyfully joking, reciting fantastic versions of Jonah’s life that maybe were real somewhere else but had certainly not happened here.

If you build a god, it’s gonna come, and it’s gonna get you.

So it had. And then it had abandoned him. And maybe… maybe he was, in fact, very lucky that it had chosen to walk away. “That’s enough for today, I think,” Jonah said, and switched it off, choosing instead to sit in the dark, in silence broken only by bad pipes and heavy traffic, and eat his instant noodles.

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NOTES:

So yes, this is the clip in question responsible for this absurd fic. Twenty-six seconds of beauty. Enjoy.

Also, thank you @enbyneti for happening to be the author referenced in that moment in the vid!

#tma #tma fic #short fiction #one shot #jonah magnus #tma spoilers #elias bouchard #jonny sims #alex newell #this is nonsense #do not take this seriously #I am very sorry #jmart #metafiction

[amaranthsynthesis]

I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY

#bg3 #this is nonsense #but I’m also RIGHT #scaleritas fel #for the record that’s old Georgie from cloud atlas and old Gregg from. the mighty boosh.

[mychlapci]

#praise god they gave him back to us #everyone listen to karol duchoň now‼️ #this is nonsense #i need to go to sleep

[sophfandoms53]

This has to be rigged, this has to be rigged, this has to be rigged, this has to be rigged bc WHAT DO YOU MEAN JAG IS THE HOH AGAIN??? THIS SHOULDNT EVEN BE ALLOWED HE OUTED HIMSELF AS THE INVISIBLE HOH TO EVERYBODY THIS IS RIDICULOUS ARE YOU SERIOUS????

#was it another timed competition??? #have they talked about it??? #bc if it was i gots maths to do🤨 #this is NONSENSE #TWO WEEKS IN A ROW #THE NEW JARED AND CAMERON BACK AND FORTH #bb25

[vanessa-hyde]

Ok, so in the TGS voice acting group I'm in, I brought up the whole "If the glass scientists' characters were pokemon, who would they be?"

And one person said Mazm Lanyon looks like a professor-

I hate how much I see it now ;]

Now I'm tempted to make that glass scientists x pokemon AU- help ;]

#creator speaks #random ramble #the glass scientists #mazm jekyll and hyde #mazm lanyon #random thought #this is nonsense #-w-

[the0retically]

God the Rolan brain rot is becoming so so strong because he was part of the hive but he got out!!! He made a life for himself outside of the hive and was able to resist falling back into it!! The biggest threat hit Galloway and he was always part of it, “if one knows they all do” except if it was the case of Rolan Deep because his relationship with Rand and Kian outweighed the temptation and lure of The Queen. If he didn’t have his friends things would’ve been so extremely different. He would’ve never left Galloway and become his own person outside of the hive if he didn’t know Rand and Kian. When it finally came down to it he was able to make the choice to go against the hive and protect his friends, protect Rand, because he’s Rolan Deep, no longer the mockery of the boy who was replaced but instead his own person, and he was able to choose his own path, his own life all because of the friends he had

#jrwi #jrwi thoughts #jrwi bitb #this is nonsense #but HE MEANS SO MUCH TO ME #timothy rand #kian stone #roland deep #rolan deep