#blue mnm

[charbles]

just had the ugliest handful of mnms

#seriously #shitcore mnms #red and brown and yellow #like what the fuck where the blue at #L mnms #charlie chats

[cupwithsnail]

three reasons blue is the worst mnm

1. it gets dye everywhere

2. it’s too bright

3. it’s crunchier than the rest.

#fuck the blue mnm #red one is best #why is it crunchier than the rest actually #when do you ever see the blue mnm on adds? you don’t because it ducks #the orange one is close second #but mostly because it is also crunchy #mnms #mad n mad #crunchy ass #cup complaining about mnms #cup #chocolate

[k9iriz]

𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬

𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬!𝘧𝘦𝘮/𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘫𝘰𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸

𝙨𝙮𝙥𝙣𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙨: 𝘫𝘰𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴.

[ warnings: fluff w/ a pinch of smut, newlyweds alert. new years update so im sorry if it’s short i just wanted to write sumn about joe:) ]

“joe! the fight is on!” i yelled as i ran downstairs, rushing to turn the tv on as joe followed behind as i was in a robe, and he was in his, open and out.

“alright, here i come, mrs. burrow.” joe jokingly chuckled as he grabbing a water before he sat next to me on the couch, grabbing a water before immediately tuning into the main event of the card.

me and joe normally bond on things, even special date nights reduce to ufc fights or any type of martial arts because it’s rare for a girl to like it.

especially since we were newlyweds and we had all the free time since the season was over. but not only do we do, we made up a tradition to do on these fights. it encites the fun within it all.

betting on it.

“usman has leon in the second around by knockout.” joe smiled as he took a sip of his water, making me blink out and stare at him.

“nope, leon has it, third round, knock out. bet on it.” i smirked that the last part as i looked over at him, smirking to say the least, before looking at me the same way.

“okay, winner…gets 500 dollars.” joe shrugged as i looked over at him, smirking as he did the same.

“okay, but let me raise the steaks. double it and the winner gets the cookie jar money.” i smiled as joe furrowed his eyebrows, looking at me as i sat up.

he was taken aback by that, but he wasn’t turning it down.

we had a cookie jar with money we randomly have left to save for any future things we planned on, but for right now it was just sitting there at that moment.

it was a total or near estimate of 3,800-4,000 dollars in there, but who really was counting?

“alright. you’re on beautiful.” joe confirmed as he kissed my lips, making me blush, he’s so cute.

I YELLED loudly as i jumped up and down, my prediction was right after all.

joe looked defeated in some way but smiling because this was the best ever bonding time we’ve ever had, especially date night kinda things. just proud of me but it kinda sucked he lost thousand dollars.

“i told you! didn’t i not?” i squealed as i jumped up and down on the couch, making joe laugh, his face turning red at his wife being hyper.

“alright, alright beautiful. you got me there. congrats.” joe chuckled as his face turned red making me slouch right back into his lap, facing him.

“mnm…thank you mr. burrow.” i smiled as he kissed me on my cheek, tapping my thigh as the ppv concluded.

“what do you plan on doing with the winnings anways? shopping?” joe asked curiously as he looked at me with his hooded blue-icey eyes. lord. if looks could kill.

i took it in as i giggled a bit, but i thought about it for a second before smiling, adverting my eyes back to him.

“im gonna use it…and the cookie jar money…go get your whole mancave redecorated like you asked, for your birthday baby.” i smiled widely as joe’s eyes lit up, making us share a passionate kiss, whi body language changed immediately.

he loved how i was never selfish and always thought about him, even though he’s great at taking care of me in return.

i love him so much.

“really?” joe asked again as i chuckled, confirming it as i yelped at him randomly picking me up out of nowhere.

“i love you so much y/n.” he whispered as i smiled, doing the same.

“i love you more…but where are we going? we have like two more fights to watch.”

“nope, but you know what i really wanna do? i wanna go some actual rounds, and make you tap-out…hm?” he bit his lip at me as i wrapped my arms around his neck, returning the same energy look.

the sexual tension. “mhm…that’s if you don’t tap out on me.” i playfully smirked.

“trust me. i got enough energy.” joe smirked as he took me into the back, making me squeal the night played out well.

and we did some unspeakable rounds that night…date night successful.

[ HELLO?? nobody asked for some joe newlywed fluff with a pinch of smut HUH? but happy new years! 😗 even though they lost so idk why im updating. ]

#joe burrow x oc #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow smut #joe burrow #joe burrow fluff #joe burrow angst #nfl fluff #nfl smut #nfl imagines #cincinnati bengals #joe burrow x black reader #joe burrow x y/n #joe burrow x you

[joeyclaire]

mutual 1: what if steven spielberg was bisexual

mutual 2: girlrotting

mutual 3: almost fell asleep during the fnaf movie was a 10/10

mutual 4: NEED stan and kyle to kiss on the next episode of south park 🙏

mutual 5: will graham themed collage i’m working on right now!!

mutual 5: PEANUTS MOVIE SKFKSKD2928SKFJSIRKWJFJZJCJSJFKWJFJDJFKDF

mutual 6: worried about dracula (book i’ve read four times)

mutual 7: it’s really beautiful. this is how i imagine lelouch greeting me every day when I get home. no funny business, either. doesn’t have to be sexual. when i’m gone i long for him all day. the time we spend together is beautiful. i wouldn’t trade it for anything (other than the real thing, of course.)

mutual 8: love when gay people watch straight romances like they’re horror movies

mutual 9: 1989 TV??? KARLIE WAS THERE??? KARLIE HAD BRACELETS THAT SAID CHEAP ASS ROSE AND KNOCKOUT?? BLUE 1989 FOLKLORE AND ENCHANTED OUTFITS??? NYD SURPRISE SONG????

mutual 10: take me home. i can never go home

mutual 11: dad rock is good actually

mutual 12: i’ve just been informed the red mnm threw the first brick at stonewall

mutual 13: i miss you 2018

#chit chats #tumblr

[system-reset]

why are flamingoes the only ones that get change color cuz of what they eat? i should be able to eat a bunch of oranges and turn orange or a bunch of blue mnms and turn blue.

#ruby cries

[kekaki-cupcakes]

Hello kekaki! Cloud you please write something for Jason with a stoic/shy body painter reader? I feel like he’d be a great model, cause he’s very patient and all. What do you think? No worries if u don’t feel like it, obvs!

I actually loved this idea and ended up putting heaps of headcanons and shit in it too because I love this kinda ask! [everyone usually just does simple stuff which is all g lol but this is so creative maybe its just cause im artsy haha] Anyway this is mixed in with an ask I got for a London Boy [Taylor Swift] type ask x Jason <3 <3 <3

There's still a trace of body paint--- Jason x Body paint artist!reader [London Boy-Taylor Swift]

»»————-　★　————-««

Jason tried not to laugh.

It was so hard though, because holy Hades the paintbrush was so cold and it was tickling his sides and he began chewing on his lip to stop himself from squirming away.

He sat as still as he could, which wasn’t hard, one thing Camp Jupiter got right was the whole soldier thing, and Jason could stand still for hours at a time without moving if he had to. And this way he was sitting on a cushioned stool watching your expression shift when you thought no one was watching you, or eating MnM’s, listening to whatever pop song came over the little radio by the open window. 

The smell of strawberries wafted through with the warm summer air from the fields a few cabins over, and it made him hungry, but he wasn’t about to get up and ruin the carefully designed strokes all down his back and over his shoulders.

He didn’t even get to know what it was until the end, apparently, which was so mean of you, but then you’d stick your tongue out while you worked a little bit in concentration and he forgave you. 

You looked up and made eye contact too quickly for Jason to play it off, and you took the tiny brush off his shoulder slowly, “what?”

“Nothing,” Jason said quickly, chewing the inside of his lip to stop his grin this time, and turned to the rest of the cabin. There was one set of bunks, but the rest of the beds were all retro hammocks hung between messy easels and tapestries and a few statues in progress. 

There was a mini fridge with a salt lamp on top, and every windowsill had little trays of incense next to the mugs filled with paint brushes or lemonade. His view was skewed when you spun the stool around a little and took another brush from the table, this time with an inky dark blue. 

Jason looked up at the roof to move his hair when the cold began to dot lightly where his neck met his shoulder. There was a big circle cut out of the white stone ceiling, replaced with glass that let the light in like a halo. It fit the whole scene though, you looked like an angel, even with the bit of melted MnM on your cheek.

“Hey,” he started, noticing the polaroid’s stuck to the wall around the mustard colored hammock belonging to you. “Can I ask..” 

“Hm?” You asked, getting a sponge and dabbing at the scars shredding up the right of Jason’s lower back. 

He wasn’t sure what your answer to the question would be, and if it was something bad, he didn’t want to make you upset, but he was curious. “How did you… how did you get here? When were you claimed?”

“Well, it wasn’t as dramatic as falling out of a burning chariot into the lake,” you muttered, wiping yellow paint from your hands onto your forehead without noticing. “My mum booked a flight to New York when I was ten, and then drove me to the borders of Camp.”

Jason looked down at his shoes, “your mortal mum?...She just left you?” 

You shook your head quickly, “oh, no, it wasn’t like that. She told me I was a demigod when I was six. Didn’t want to keep secrets. Said she went out with a lady at Glastonbury that dropped me off a few months later with a bunch of flowers.”

“I lasted a lot longer than the flowers,” you chuckled quietly, “I knew I was coming here for ages, and I knew I was a son of Iris. We didn’t get a lot of monsters in England, I’ve been attacked more by going to Starbucks on the weekends here than living in Manchester for ten years.”

Jason didn’t like talking about his own mum, but the way you smiled talking about yours, he figured you didn’t mind. “Do you miss her?”

“A lot, but Iris messages aren’t exactly hard for me,” you said with a shrug, dipping the paintbrush into the little tub Jason was balancing on his thigh. “Besides, Iris pays for my mum to fly over every summer, cause she feels bad that she had a kid with someone so far away.”

“Really?”

You smiled again, and the little shiny crystals on your necklaces clicked against the beads, “she’s a pretty great mum, as far as godly parents go. She’s gonna pay for art school, as long as I show her everything I paint.”

Jason blinked. “Does that include me?”

“Surely you’ve met her, you’ve met all the gods, right?” You asked, eating an MnM and swishing the paintbrush around in a cup. Jason was pretty sure you’d just cleaned it with lemonade, but he didn’t say anything. 

He blinked, watching the colorful stained glass of your earrings catch in the light, “Yeah, but that was before…”

Before he’d found you with Racheal using the blank stone wall of his cabin as a space for her next mural. He didn’t really care if Zeus got annoyed, because you had pink paint on your cheeks and you were using a pegasus called Clover to put all of the paint tubs on and Racheal was saying something stupid and you were laughing with your nose all crinkled up and if Zeus got annoyed by that, Jason would take the smiting himself.

Before he’d somehow ended up in the same activities together after he told Piper about you [who could convince Annabeth to do anything for her somehow, even without her mothers tongue].

Before he’d offered to sit still for hours at a time so that you could build a portfolio of paintings on his scarred skin. He’d had to ask instead of agree, because you weren’t exactly the outgoing type. Neither was Jason, so you could sit together for hours with only the sound of the tens of wind chimes outside the cabin and paint tubes being used to their last drop.

Before Jason found himself more invested in the process of the painting then the outcome. 

He gulped, and mentally shook his head, “well, I hope the art school people don’t mind scars. You’d have to use someone else.”

“I don’t care if they do. I’d still paint you,” you said quietly, looking up from the dark blue sketchy strokes Jason could only just see without his glasses. Then you looked away, changing your paintbrush for the yellow one, “unless you didn’t want to.”

“I do.”

It was silent for a moment, and then you smiled, your lip piercing shining in the sun that streamed in, “okay.”

“I’m done,” you said a few minutes later, passing Jason the rest of the MnM’s once he could move without fear of ruining the paint. He watched as you pulled a mirror out from behind an easel depicting what looked like a robot bear with square teeth and red eyes. 

Jason stared at the blues and golds with wide eyes. He didn’t want to blink, he didn’t want to not see it. He didn’t know how to put it into words. “...Wow.” 

Wow didn’t seem like enough, but you grinned nonetheless with a shy shrug, “It’s a Van Gogh, well my version of it. Everyone likes Starry night, but I like Starry Night Over The Rhone a lot more, so…” 

»»————-　★　————-««

“Is that her?”

You rolled your eyes at the question, the only one Jason had been able to ask the past ten minutes as you both sat at a park bench outside the movies, an old one near the markets that just played grainy reruns in its shabby chic theater. “If you ask one more-”

“No I think that’s Iris,” he whispered with wide eyes, “she’s staring at me.”

About to explain that the old lady with a basket of kittens and a black lace umbrella [it was sunny. She was probably a vampire] was not your mother, you turned to see the woman who was actually your mother, in her bell bottoms and matching top, hoop earrings made of tiny dreamcatchers casting colorful light everywhere. 

You grabbed his wrist, and pulled him along into her cloud of floral perfume that hurt your nose when she brought you into a bearhug. “Hi mum.”

“Darling!” She shrieked, kissing your cheeks and holding your shoulders and she shook them violently, then snuck another hug while you were making sure your head was still attached to your shoulders, “oh, how I’ve missed you!” 

“Missed you to mum,” you said, pulling away with a smile, and turned to Jason, who had the same expression big dogs get when they’re picked up. “Um, mum… this is Jason.”

“Yes, yes! I’ve heard all about you!”

“...He’s my boyfriend.” 

»»————-　★　————-««

#pjo fandom #pjo #heroes of olympus #Jason grace #jasongrace #Jason Grace x reader #jason grace x you #jason grace x y/n #jason grace x male reader #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #fanfiction

[lixorloveslicorice]

Trick or Treat or [Option 3]!!!

You get blue mNm

[the-home-of-innovation]

Wilbur stood outside the small gas station in the middle of nowhere as he looked out into the vast desert. It was cloudy today, he took it upon himself to seek out shapes within the blue skyline, it was a good enough distraction for his current break he thought.

As he reached into his pant pocket to fish out a cig and lighter he felt something else, something flat and metal with dulled edges. Now, he already knew very well what this object was, he simply chose to ignore its existence whenever possible. He decided to humor it and pull it out to examine what state it'd been left in.

The gold coin was a bit scratched and lacked the shine it used to posses, but it was still distinctly recognizable. A Schlattcoin, the very first one ever produced, and it belonged to Wilbur.

He'd been so proud to own it, back when times were different and he was blinded by his adoration for the man that had created it, he shook his head at the thought. Now wasn't the time to reminisce, he came here to start anew, clean the slate, not remember him of all things.

Without thinking, he buffed the coin against his shirt and put it back in the pocket it came from, that's quite enough of that thank you.

A glance at his watch revealed that his break was nearly over, he hadn't even smoked like he'd intended God damnit, guess he'll just have to do so inside, not like there was anyone around to notice, let alone care.

Back to his post he goes, opening the door and feeling a sudden flash of cold go right through him, weird. Usually he'd chalk something like that up to the AC inside the store but that thing's been busted for many a decade. Best not to dwell, he supposed.

Wilbur decided to fill out his time by restocking all the various chocolate bars at the front counter, it was sort of relaxing once you got into the groove. He started thinking about what he was gonna have for dinner-

"Hey ya got any protein bars in there-"

The box that Wilbur was holding fell unceremoniously to the ground, scattering snickers and almond joys and MnM packets all over the linoleum floor.

"Damn, better pick those up before your manager or whatever sees."

Wilbur did not move. He didn't even look up. Because he already knew the voice that was speaking to him, he knew it all too well. But he also knew that it was impossible. Maybe if he ignored it it would go away"

"Are you deaf or somethin? I know being rebellious and shit's been your thing over the last few years but come on man."

Wilbur finally looked up.

"What are you doing here Schlatt."

It wasn't phrased like a question, more like a demand.

In front of him stood a spectre in the shape of someone he once knew, glowing blue and and fully translucent.

"Sure wish I knew, honest to God, but your guess is as good as mine, pal."

#wilbur soot #jschlatt #schlatt #writing #soulbound au #sweaterduo #sweaterboys #dsmp #dream smp

[softbobamilktae]

MUAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Annotated Catastrophe

I will load up the mnm cannons!

Synonym Rolls. Just like Grammar used to make.

A Meme I Saw Somewhere Once Upon A Time

Confused yet?

I AM AWAKE! “Seriously friend? I thought you were asleep.” NO I WAS A CATERPILLAR!

Reindeer rEiNdEeR reindeer REINDEER reinDEER REINdeer oh deary, deary me the rain is drearily dripping…

Give me the reins, my dear, the winds are blowing!

No. The reindeer reins over the rain and the reins belong to him.

I can SLIT THIS CLAY POT WITH A SPOON WHY DIDN’T YOU BAKE IT???

“Chill out!” I am chill. Chilled to the bone. It is cold in here. LET ME OUT! *Bangs frantically on the walls and leaves bloody claw marks everywhere and loses a fingernail*

THE DOOR IS UNLOCKED! NO! ON YOUR RIGHT! YOUR OTHER RIGHT! NO NO NO YOUR LEFT NOW! NATALIA IT WAS OPEN THE WHOLE TIME!

Chihuahua? You mean yapping land piranha.

IT WAS NINETY THREE DEGREES IN HERE HOW ON EARTH ARE YOU COLD!?

Ninety seven.

“I hate you.” No you don’t. “Yeah I do.” How? I’m awesome. “Name one way that you’re awesome.” I uhhh… never mind I hate me too.

TARZAN TARZAN TARZAN Please close the door I’m busy dancing “Yeah I agree just seeing your face gives me nightmares” Good. Motivation to leave me alone. *Secretly cries all night.*

*Eats paper* I AM EATING MY WORDS

Oh woe is me the sky is neon magenta and the grass is neon yellow. Kinda nauseating.

I will TWIST YOUR FINGERS OFF AND MAKE YOU EAT THEm or not that’s a little gross.

Parabolas are horrible! *Snickers* A neverending curve of tomatoes *Snickerdoodles a snickers snickerdoodle while doodling a doodley doo doo doo do da daddley doodley daeeEEEYah (fades into a random off key tune)* six times six is twelve and four times two is ZOE STOP CLIMBING ON MY HEAD I CAN’T BREAtHE

Forty nine fifty fifty two fifty three seventy twelve ninety eleventy A THOUSAND GAZILLION PUPPY CATS!

I am POISON IVY and I will itch you to death no I’m just an acorn don’t worry I’m nice okay

OF COURSE HUMMINGBIRDS DO NOT HAVE FEET I AM AN ARCHEOLOGIST SO I KNOW AlL ABOUT HERPETOLOGY SO THIS IS VERY RELEVANT YOU RABID SQUIRREL

…You are a meteorologist on screen, on TV, who studies astrology. And no, pangolins do not have tongues, to answer your question.

What? No. Volcanoes don’t exist. They’re just in movies, silly.

OF COURSE DINOSAURS ARE STILL ALIVE!

Didn’t the alleged big bang happen last year?

No that was the ice age. You should be fired. You are a reporter, cardboard potato masher!

The Collective takes personal offense at your stupidity.

Alright, alright. Let’s get this meeting under control. Darth Vader, may I ask why you brought an alpaca? Show and tell? What is this, kindergarten?

The cat oinks at the gecko. The gecko turns towards it, looking perplexed. The cat eats it while it is hesitating, trying to make sense of the ordeal. The perfect plan.

*raises eyebrow skeptically* I said no more murder.

*the trio of assassins mounted on alpacas glare at him, disappointed, and very sneakily ride off into the sunset with rubber duckies taped to their feet*

*busts into the room* I SWALLOWED A PENNY AND SURVIVED! *duct tapes the door back onto its hinges* SEE? I AM IMMORTAL! *starts choking, turns blue, and collapses*

The more. I present to you, the shabin. It is not shabby. We just use it as a shed. Please do not try to eat the mouse bait.

*a centaur hatches from a chicken egg*

*stares at the ceiling fan in utter fascination* So... swirly...

Swurled muffins!

*A little green bug coughs.* "Er, parson sir, but I was, er, sleeping, you are quite rambunctious, my lad."

*Tears form* N-no... not rambunctious...

*Fades into a quarrel about the pronunciation of 'quarry'*

A MOSQUITO WITH ROLLER SKATES Doing cartwheels around a bottlebrush flower

*Licking driftwood* Yummy algae. It had some pollywogs. Protein.

The scrawny metallic rhino. Like why must they all be pelicans? They look like pitcher plants. Where's the jawbone? Snap their jaw like a popsicle stick.

*A cat walks over*

"Ooh the human isn't petting me there's a leaf LEAF COME HERE GET OVER HERE YOU LEAF HOW DARE YOU YOU HAVE MORTALLY OFFENDED ME ooh hey human can you pet me I want to be petted please pet me NO DON'T TOUCH ME HOW DARE YOU MY FUR IS PRECIOUS AND YOU WILL MAR MY MASTERPIECE uh oh there's that leaf the leaf will kill me we're all doomed"

Dogs have to be annoying. Probably yelling the same thing over and over forty times every time someone walks by.

I'm sorry, I'm just imagining the cacophony of fourty seven flies all politely asking permission to land on you at once and then doing it regardless of the answer.

Mosquitoes are the same with humans. Now I'm imagining them in suits and ties and British accents very politely biting people and then sophisticatedly wiping their stinger things with silk napkins.

"Hello madame, may I please, if you may, have a morsel of sustenance?"

"Kind sir I am in need of your blood so that I may not die"

"Ooh, how very impolite of you to remove my sister from existence. That was an undesirable sight. Now I will do the same exact thing she did."

TAPEWORM SOUP Strawberry sauce Koi fish Graphite *slurpy Noodles*

SQUIRRELS ON POGO STICKS

I'LL SALT MY COLD CHICKEN WITH YOUR TEARS!

I'll use your fear to attract the coyotes.

And I'll grind their teeth on top like pepper.

I'll pour your bile into a waffle maker.

#softbobamilktae txt #answered asks

[bibottes]

… I just had a great idea

Id: a roughly carved doll chest piece. It has two blue lines running down the front, following the contours of its pecs /end id

This is my doll’s torso. I’m going to be making black indented lines that run along those blue marks, so what if I just

id: two photos showing a panel that’s been cut from the chest. It follows the organic blue lines, as well as a new one following the bottom edge of the pecs. In the second picture, the panel has been removed to show the hot pink interior of the doll. /end id

id: a new wall has been formed from the hot pink clay, separating the opening from the rest of the interior of the chest. It leaves a small gap behind the removable chest panel.

And sculpt in a new cavity…

id: there are four mnms in the chest cavity. yum /end id

Now you can store snacks in there ;)

#I’m doing this because the character I’m making is a robot that stores an important prop in its chest #(probably the best clue you’ll get as to who I’m making lol) #and I wanted to be able to imitate that #obviously this is all tough sculpts and I’ll be cleaning it up with fake chest guts and stuff #mine #wip #my dolls

[legendarykittyfire]

wuts my newyears resolution

chocolate cake, reeces ice-cream, pepsi, pepsi float, blue mountaindew, salt and vinegar chips, and ruffles chips, mnms and reece cups and snickers bars, and chips and salsa. and a chip sandwhich. and nacho cheese chips. And a giant hershey bar, and smores. and oreo and chocolatechip cookies.

[cpunkhobie]

for ask game thibgy:

sky blue and mint 👍

YAYY !!!!!!! They will be chocolate chip and mnm. Also what I'm gathering is that y'all wanna study me like a bug

#jonahs lemonade stand #mutuals #ask game

[kyannnite]

What activites would each of the uncles run? And to what varying degrees of success

okay so i am putting way too much thought into this but here's a complete list of activities i think jin ling's uncles would run:

jiang cheng runs the pets merit badge. a boy loves his dogs. he is surprisingly successful. however his attempt to lead an orienteering activity during a weekend camping trip does lead to at least one scout getting pricked with cactus needles

wwx is a counselor for the archery and wilderness survival merit badges and while the adults HATE him the kids love him bc not only is he fun but he also is super lax on how he signs off blue cards. hes the guy that sets up a wilderness survival camping trip and lets the kids bring peanut mnms with them. if there's any type of troop activity he's there and while it'll be chaotic they're always the kids' favorites

mo xuanyu is the counselor for the theatre merit badge. excuse for him to be campy and wear stage makeup ofc... he doesn't run anything too often though he's not super involved in scouts

jin guangyao is INCREDIBLY involved in scouting on the council side which means he's probably registered to be a merit badge counselor for at least 10 badges and is Too Good at running every merit badge day and troop activity. its frightening. he's also part of a current campaign to take over council presidency from JGS once his term is up but god knows if that'll happen

the lans are absolutely all counselors for the citizenship merit badge trifecta (community, nation, world), scholarship, and music merit badges.

lan wangji is the designated counselor for the basketry merit badge. it's calm. it's fun. wwx likes to come over and poke fun while asking if the scouts want to try underwater basketweaving. he also runs the horsemanship badge because I SAY SO

lan xichen is the counselor for the textile merit badge. don't knock it until you've tried it. the scouts get to have a lot of fun with looms and dyes... which is either a disaster or super fun.

nie mingjue runs the welding, metalwork, and shotgun shooting merit bagdes... whenever there's a shooting sports weekend you already know he's taking a brigade of scouts. he's also the definitive dutch oven expert and will win every camp cookoff.

nie huaisang runs the art merit badge, but mostly just runs around helping where needed (aka sitting around and watching disasters take place) and we love him for this. he always carries an extra supply of fans and spray bottles for hot days and events

totin' chip (allows scouts to use knives) and firem'n chit (allows scouts to build campfires and use lighting devices) are run on rotation by wwx, nmj, and jiang cheng. they have learned from previous mistakes and scouts are no longer allowed to start by using swiss army knives since too many couldn't tell the sharp from the blunt side (yes. real problem i have encountered)

lan wangji and wwx are sent to summer camp along with nmj and jiang cheng as adult volunteers to supervise the troop... but that is a post for another day (wink) (wink)

#sorry this is entirely too long but i did avoid an essay to write this #infodump central this was my life for 8 years #mdzs boyscout au #scout au #mdzs au #mdzs #asks #anon asks

[unnocturnal]

rosarios nicknames for the sdv villagers:

because this stupid bitch (rosario) is horrible with names </3

BACHELORS:

-Sebastian: sebby, seb, bassy, nerd, geek

-Sam: goldie, skater boy, daldal (talkative, affectionate)

-Harvey: Doc (doesn’t remember his name)

-Elliot: ellie, el, mr. writer

-Alex: grid boy (affectionately antagonistic), lexi

-Shane: Shaney, grumpy

BACHELORETTES:

-Maru: mars, marsy, ruru

-Abigail: Abi, faygo, (grape) fanta (affectionately antagonistic)

-Penny: pens, doll

-Haley: Hales, blondie, barbie

-Emily: MnMs, Em, pepsi cola (blue/red)

NPCs:

*note some villagers are referred to as aunt/uncle/tito/tita/lola/lolo. This is purely a form of affection and rosario isn’t related to anyone in town

-Krobus: Little one, Kro

-Lewis: Lewis, but tries his best not to call him by his name directly. Just kind of goes "that guy marnie's fw on the dl", or "the guy with the mustache", etc.

-Marnie: Auntie Marns, Tita Mar mar

-Jas: Jes, little fairy, little princess

-Vincent: Vince, Red

-Jodi: Tita Jodi

-Kent: Tito Kent

-Evelyn: Lola Eve, Miss Evelyn

-George: Lolo Jojo

-Pierre: ….Middle Part, Uncle Piers

-Caroline: Tita Carol

-Clint: rocky, cole, flint, mica... basically anything but his actual name because rosario keeps forgetting </3

-Demetrius: Uncle Demi, Tito Demi

-Robin: Tita Bibi

-Pam: Pamela

-Rasmodius: Razzy

-Gil: Gigil

-Marlon: Marlie, Lonny (would kill Rosario if he said any of these in earshot range)

-Gunther: mr. curator (doesn't really visit the library often)

-Gus: Chef, Uncle Gus

-Willy: Tito Willy

#long post #farmer rosario #yknow this has been sitting in my drafts #and like. NO ONE asked #but here we go

[askthesorcerersupreme]

Mnm...Wong....oh wow your aura is purple with orange and blue. Please...help me...understand more about this thing? Please don't get freaked out....

Is it? I always wondered.

*cringes* that thing still creeps me out. Okay, so I talked to a… friend of mine who’s dealt with something sinister I MEAN similar. He suggested using the Book of Vishanti, but that’s been destroyed. There might be something like it, though. I’ll look through the books you get when you become Sorcerer Supreme to see if there’s anything. *smirks at his own joke, then gets serious again* you’ll be taken care of Stephen. Don’t worry.

In the meanwhile, we might as well see what it can do. What do you see when you open it?

@doctorstrangeaskblog

#third eye #featuring strange mun’s editing skills #doctor strange #wong #askthesorcerersupreme

[eightdoctor]

mars deploys 10 nukes in west africa and then to cover it up makes the orange amd blue mnm have graphic gay sex in a twitter announcement so tucker carlson will talk about the good ol days in america where mnms only had graphic purely heterosexual sex