#mcelroys

helpimsotired:

Travis McElroy bought some high heels recently and has been posting about them on all of his social media. Here’s a thank you he posted on Twitter (June 29, 2019)

[id: four tweets from Travis McElroy that say:

I think it’s worth saying that while I’m really glad y’all like my new boots, I wouldn’t feel comfortable wearing them (let alone showing them publicly!) if it weren’t for all the people long before me who have pushed the boundaries of traditional gender norms.

Long story short, a lot of people have fought a lot harder than me before now so that I can feel just a little more comfortable expressing myself. I stand in the shadow of giants and am so grateful to them.

Even though I don’t belong in the LGBTQIA+ community, I have spent this Pride month reflecting on the fact that them fighting for their rights and right to simply be who they are has given everyone more room to be themselves. I am forever grateful.

Thank you for those who fight, march, stand up or simply exist. I know you didn’t do it for me, but I owe you so much and will always support you and return the favor whenever I can.]

Got my roomie into TAZ !!! We r listening to it right now~ Just got past the first arc so I’m in the TAZ drawing mood so far she loves it!!!

My pins arrived and even as I hold them physically in my hand I still can’t quite believe I got to design some official MBMBaM merch?? Absolutely wild

As many of you have probably heard, the McElroys announced they will be transcribing all their shows from now on, including their backlogs. This is great news! The goal of this project has always been accessibility, and there’s nothing more accessible than creators putting out accessible content from the start.

We can’t begin to properly thank all of the volunteers and supporters of this project. This was a true labor of love, and for me personally, a reminder of the inherent goodness and generosity of people. I will literally never forget how folks came together to get this project off the ground, and how much we all accomplished together (105 transcripts, many more partway done, and so much awareness about accessibility spread). Thank you!!

The transcripts that have already been made won’t be going anywhere. You can still find all of them here, or by clicking on “Transcripts” on the main blog. And this blog will stick around at least until the transcripts are all up on the McElroys’ end.

Again, thank you. The world is a little bit more accessible than it was and that’s thanks to all of you.

- Mod JD

choiceoxide:

HOW YOUR EVIL PLAN GO, THE KINGPIN? PRETTY GOOD IT DOESN’T SEEM.

Oh my god 13,000 notes!? And a bunch of new followers? Thank you everyone so much and I’m glad everyone enjoyed this dumb Final Pam joke I couldn’t get out of my head and if you haven’t seen it already, there is my followup with the Mcelboys themselves infiltrating the spiderverse.

questbedhead:

I fucking love Barry Bluejeans cause, okay, imagine you’re like, the store keep at a dark magic shop or smthn, and you’re up to your regular nefarious retail shenanigans when in walks in this guy. This, this fucking chubby-fantasy-Tom-Arnold looking motherfucker. This guy who looks like you’d find him shopping for lightbulbs at the Home Depot on a Saturday morning. This guy who looks like he belongs in the footwear section of a department store, comparing the prices between nearly identical pairs of plain white socks. This guy comes into your incredibly deadly and illegal Darke Magyk Emporium flanked by a pair of incrediblyhot elf twins. They come up to the counter and ask if you have any books with level 12 spells. Level 12? you ask, skeptical, but cautious. 12 or higher, says This Guy, with a shrug. The elves look bored. 

You pull down an enormous spellbook from the fancy, imposing shelf you have behind the counter. You have to climb the cool roll-y-ladder-thing to get it, and it is fucking heavy. It has tarnished silver clasps. It’s got arcane symbols and pictures drawn in beautiful, terrible detail. It is bound in fucking dwarf skin. You put the book on the counter with an ominous boom and This Fucking Guy goesoh neat!, like he’s looking at a half-off sale on Bran Flakes instead of an incredibly sick and dangerous magykal tome. 

This Guy flips through the spell book. The pages are thick yellow parchment that smell inexplicably of rotting flora. This Guys hands are soft, and look kinda sweaty. He lands on a page in the middle and excitedly points to a spell, sliding the book towards one of the Hot Elves. The Hot Elf is equally excited, and you watch in horror as the two of them coo over some of the most diabolical Necrotic incantations you have ever seen like newlyweds browsing through novelty kitchenware. The other Hot Elf has picked all the molars out of the jar of teeth you keep on the counter and is rolling them like dice. 

This Guy has decided to buy the spellbook. You ask what he’s willing to pay, in your best spooky salesperson voice. He digs through his jeans for a moment and pulls out a handful of thick, golden coins. They are engraved with pictures of strange, otherworldly creatures. The writing on them strains your eyes. You are literally having trouble comprehending what This Motherfucking Guy is trying to hand you right now. Who even is this Guy?? You try an Deception check. This Guy is not trying to trick you. You try and insight check. This Guy is completely sincere. You try True Sight. This Guy is a mother fucking lich. 

There is a Mother Fucking Lich in your shop and he looks like a middle-aged house-husband. 

This Mother Fucking Lich buys the book with his weird coins. One of the Insanely Hot Elves drapes themselves over his shoulders. None of them bother clean up the teeth all over your counter. As the three of them head out of your shop you call out to them, in horrified reverence who the fuck even ARE you??

The Lich looks over his shoulder and stares you dead in the eyes. My name is Barry Bluejeans he says, deadpan. You die, instantly. He leaves. As whatever sinister machinations you have prepared for your inevitable doom are set into motion, you realize one of the Hot Elves switched the gold coins out for candlenights gelt. Anywho that’s why I love Barold thanks for coming to my Ted Tal

lizardthirty:

mrsmummifikation:

unabashedloving:

backpackapplesauce:

eternalgirlscout:

justin mcelroy has said many powerful things but honestly no set of words in the english language conveys the same energy as “that’s a funny trick to play on god”

“you’re rearranging deck chairs on the titanic, my friend” is a very close second

“we can do whatever sins we want! there’s no god here to observe this” is very good too

“the man who sleeps with a machete is a fool every night but one” was also good

“for the millionth time the first amendment protects you from the government not the justin”

what if i listened to all the mbmbam episodes…. like who would stop me.

that-good-good-blog:

Griffin rarely posts to Instagram, so when he does, it’s a spectacle.

And this one? This is pretty fucking spectacular.

looks like if hepatitis was a person?

inthefallofasparrow:

scorrigan:

nedark:

zonerbonerz:

Dark Universe McElroys

its familiar… but not too familiar

infinite-bag-of-boys:

undergroundmonorail:

floateron:

dvas0ng:

I had a dream last night I had a daughter and I brought her to a MBMBAM live show and got to bring her up to the boys and ask “how would you rate this baby?” And Griffin yelled into his mic “you want me to RATE your BABY? Your INFANT? Your actual HUMAN CHILD?”

I can only imagine from there on Travis immediately says 7 and Justin holds up a hand says “hold on I’m gonna need some parameters before making a decision”

Hold on this is perfectly in-character

You tapped into an alternate reality through your dreams in which this really happened and no one can convince me otherwise