I Keep Getting Ads For This Ai Dating App Called Blush, And I Keep Watching Them In Horrified Fascination.

Who gave me a blog. Terrible idea all around

​heart can dance but is an asshole who steps on feet on purpose canon

[Considering your lack of sight, you're doing rather well. However, I'm starting to believe you're stepping on my feet on purpose.]

I had a really gut wrenching realization about tma and opened a new post to write it and then i forgot help

It was like. The worlds saddest fanfic concept or something. Like i hated it and loved it in equal measure because it hurt in a good way, you know what i mean? Like when you really like something and you know its gonna hurt but you cant stop. Wait im just describing the experience of being a tma fan now

This is why we dont let the cicada ruminate on fandoms after 2 am. Their attention span decreases to about a half second

revives dead account with a random chaos reblog

my favorite customer service slip ups

He has mastered the art of spontaneously appearing in the conversation despite being 8(?) feet tall.

Entrapta, in comparison, tends to drop from the ceiling if she wants to tell someone something.

I enjoy the concept of Hordak defaulting to looming over people from behind. Like, that is how he arrives to start a conversation. He means nothing negative by it; it's just his natural way of inserting himself into a social situation. No matter where he is.

People just see his tall shadow fall over them. They turn around slowly, and there he is. Glaring down at them. Stony-faced. Red eyes glowing. Deeply intimidating.

Only to ask them where the restroom is. Or to offer up the WiFi password he and Entrapta just finished decoding. Or to invite them to Sunday afternoon tea at the Crypto Castle.

More train than dragon but I fold, metro train from the DC area cause public transit is cool

so true

I saw this post about a wizard arguing that electricity is magic and that what the wizard is doing is just manipulating the (insert fantasy jargon here) and clearly not magic. Anyways now im working on a universe with an entirely different atomic structure that gives each atom latent energy, like an electron but not. Because it’s actually “magic”

Help i will be up all night reading physics wikipedia pages if not stopped

Reblogs a nearly four year old post i found while looking up stuff about gertrude’s assistants. This is now canon in my mind

Hey so like, apparently Emma Harvey was the one keeping Michael Shelley completely ignorant of all the paranormal nonsense going on at the archives. And it seems everyone (including me) interpreted this as ‘‘Gertrude Robinson never spoke about the paranormal stuff openly, making it easy for Michael to stay uninformed.’‘

But consider an alternative:

Gertrude isn’t super chatty around her assistants in general, however neither does she mince words around them. When she is off to try and find a way to disrupt the Flesh ritual, she just is putting on her coat and outright saying ‘‘Alright I’m going to go and snoop around the place that evil dark monster ate some children. Please leave any statements I need to look at on my desk while I am gone.’’ Michael is like 20 years old and he’s like, uh what.

‘‘I should be back in 3 weeks. Emma, keep that polaroid of me on my desk so if a changeling comes back pretending to be me you’ll know.’‘

Michael: ?!?!?!?!?!?!

Emma just smiles gently and says yes Gertrude, of course dear. And then once Gertrude’s gone and Michael is still shooting Emma alarmed looks, waiting for an explanation, she takes him aside.

“Ms. Robinson is… quite a character,’‘ Emma says with that lilt people make when they mean batshit crazy and should probably be in a home. ‘‘The Institute has always drawn in people with… unconventional beliefs.’‘

Michael understands instantly. “Oh,’‘ he says.

Emma grimaces. ‘‘It didn’t used to come up so much,’‘ she says. “But since Fiona disappeared… well. She’s started to see spooky things everywhere.’‘

And Michael just thinks that’s just the Saddest, you see. What a poor, tired old soul, warped into frenzied paranoia by the loss of her coworker. What a Tragedy. And so now, every time he sees Gertrude cutting out eyes from magazine clippings or recording conversations religiously on tape, his heart just breaks a little. He had a friend, once, who was always half-convinced he was being followed by things that couldn’t exist.

So Michael goes into Protect and Nurture mode.

So yes, Michael does hear Gertrude talking to Emma grimly about how she’s planning to ‘‘save the world.’‘ He catches a few conversations she has about Entities or Powers or evil books that eat you. But all it takes is a few Shared, Knowing Glances with Emma and he just wants to wrap this poor old grandma in a blanket and give her some tea and tell her yes, she is Very Brave and Very Hardworking but she can take a nap now :)

Gertrude, meanwhile, eventually figures out that Michael thinks she’s off her rocker but suddenly out of the blue going ‘‘I know you think I am crazy but really there are 14 eldritch fear powers, you have to believe me’‘ is 1) incredibly undignified and 2) will not make Michael believe her. So, resignedly, she decides having an ignorant assistant probably has its uses.

Does she suspect Emma? Yes. Does she ever have enough proof to confront her? No. No she does not.