Ao3 Appirtiation Post

Imagine you’re Scott, during Session 7 of Secret Life. You have to trade things for diamonds, and you don’t know what Impulse’s task is, but you do know that Gem has been acting really strangely since she got her task.

(When she opened her task her eyes went wide and she told you to stay away from her for the session. You also could’ve sworn you heard very faint music in the background, but you passed it off as nothing.)

And you finish you secret task and hit “Succeed” and…keep hearing rumors about what Gem and her new friends are up to. When you traded her lava earlier for diamonds, that music from before was there again, not as quiet as the last time. A steady driving disco beat played under the conversation. So maybe you weren’t just hearing things.

(Gem also seems to be resisting the urge to bop her head to the beat, and Bdubs beside her is tapping his foot to it. Odd.)

Then the day carries on and you’re told what’s happening - “A boogey apocolypse!” - and when you go to the already-turned players to play nice and garner favor with them for safety, the music is louder and their gazes are hungry. They move their hips and bob their heads and snap and shimmy and - oh. Oh god.

It’s not a boogey apocolypse. It’s a boogie apocolypse. Oh god.

Then later you and Grian and Cleo (and probably others you can’t remember; only you three survived and you can’t remember the order in which everyone got converted) are hiding at the top of someone’s base, either yours or theirs. It doesn’t much matter which because what you do remember is the disco beat kicking in. You remember the faint percussion in the distance getting louder bit by bit until you can hear the synth, the bass line, the horns - the vocals. You can’t see them yet, but you can hear them…

Dance, dance, dance! Boogie wanderlaaaaand!

And you look out the window, you stomach dropping and your eyes going wide with fear and dread, as a pack of dancing boogie-zombies starts making their way over the hillside in the distance. Gem is at the front, a master of murderous choreography, and you watch on in horror as the entire hoard starts dancing in perfect synchronization.

You don’t know how you’ll get out of it, but if you don’t, it’ll be the most terrifyingly on-beat death you’ll experience in your entire life.

how’s everyone doin tonight i just broke tumblr

*breaks down door*

"THE HELL"

"What you want for dinner?"

I’m right and I should say it

Always have to reblog

i got these knockoff boots online and instead of the brand name on the tag they have the name of an apparently nonexistent martin scorsese movie??? what the fuck

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

REALLY. YOU MADE ME SPIT OUT MY COFFEE

Now tell me he wouldn't do that

@hellsite-hall-of-fame

omfg im laughing so hard i fell asleep on my keyboard last night and i just found this

The Best Idea For a Children's Book

Okay. So imagine a children's book, with all those life lessons that you would normally get. So, be kind to others, don't let first impressions get to you, make good choices with food. Stuff like that. But instead of the person learning the lesson is the kid, what if it was the family pet? The family dog is barking at the squiral, the cat wants to run outside all day, the pet wants to eat the cook that fell on the ground. It would not only be funny as fuck, it would also be nice to see a change in market. If this idea already exists, please let me know! I need to read it. Here are some title ideas my dad (who gave me this idea) and I came up with: The Squirrel is Evil!, That Cookie is Mine!, Let's Play Forever!

I presented at a national conference when I 17 years old by telling teachers why misgendering students was a horrible idea really.

@harleyacoincidence @peoplesidk

it's so weird to me that everyone on this website is a human person outside of their weird internet niche so rb this with a random bit of your lore

Parker just shook his head, the despair written on his face. "I hope you know that what you’re attempting is illegal in several countries!”

Kenum continued chuck knives into the bar window, the silver blades sticking into the glass. "Not this one~!” His grin spread wider, watching the glass continue to crack. The dark lighting of the bar made his already dark brown eye even darker. The white eye, almost blind from years of fighting, seemed to take on a grayish hue to it.

Parker just order more drinks, I'm to old for this shit.

Person A: “I hope you know that what you’re attempting is illegal in several countries!”

Person B: “Not this one~!”