@daltonsnightmare is just making me think obsessively about a csi/macgyver crossover challenge. I want to see Jack’s cousin Nick in there helping the team solve crime with science.

Ok so JUST SUPPOSE we did some kind of official challenge.

But like a one-topic challenge: MacGyver/CSI crossover.

Maybe with the specific goal of semi-long-fic, like aim for 10k or more.

Maybe use the Mac Whump community as a brainstorming zone because I, for one, will only manage to finish something if I can plague a bunch of people for specific ideas.

I guess it would sort of be a Mini Bang only idk if there's an art component, only if some of the artists want to reeeeally jump in. Which would be cool.

I've never actually done a Bang and half have an idea what i'm rambling on about, send help (and thoughts on this idea).

Back home and back to drawing. This month's Scrawlbox challenge is Living Legend and means we're supposed to draw a portrait of someone famous. So of course I went with Lucas Till.

UM GUYS. I JUST NOTICED A CRAZY ISSUE W THE TUMBLR UPDATE.

YOU CAN SEE THE ICONS OF ANONS SOMETIMES.

The way I was able to recognize several anons in one of my inboxes bc of this error. Oh my god. Guys. This isn’t supposed to happen.

Weighing in to say:

YES, I SEE THIS ON MOBILE. HOWEVER I DO **NOT** THINK IT'S SHOWING THE ANON'S REAL IDENTITY.

The profile pictures I see next to anon asks are profile pictures that belong to other, non-anon asks in my ask box also. Some info

I think the bug is the inbox INCORRECTLY attributing anons to neighboring, logged-in asks.

Which is still a bad bug! Considering it makes it look like a long-time follower of mine sent me a spam ask.

And is worse if, say, one of these was anon hate.

But it's NOT the anon's real identity. It's a neighboring ask asker's identity

So if you have anon hate in your inbox that looks like it's attributed to your dear friend, who sends you lovely asks all the time, it was Not them.

CONFIRMED THE BUG IS INCORRECT ATTRIBUTION.

Thanks @thepatchycat for being a test subject. As you can see the icon being attributed to this ask is NOT the patchy cat

The pictured icon belongs to @watchingforcomets who sent me a nice ask about nail polish yesterday which I have not yet answered!

Mac getting pulled into/careened into hugs my beloved

I did a thing on my lunch break...

The only sounds in the War Room were the tap-tap of Riley's keystrokes and the clomp-clomp of Jack's angry footsteps.  His pacing was interrupted by the sudden ringing of his cell, but the caller wasn't the person he wanted to hear from.

"Hey, Nicky," Jack said, answering because his cousin would not stop calling if he didn't.  "This isn't a great ti-"

"You need to get to San Diego."  It was the most serious that Nick had ever sounded, and the hairs on the back of Jack's neck immediately stood at attention.  "Now."

"What's wrong?"

"It's Mac."

Jack's heart stuttered and then took off at a full sprint.  "Is he..."  He was afraid to ask the question.

"He's alive."

"But?"

"But he's unconscious."  There was activity in the background, sirens and indistinct voices.  "I've gotta go.  I'll fill you in when you get here."

"We'll be there in an hour."  

Jack turned to look at the rest of his team.  "Mac's alive, but that's all I know.  We need to get to the jet and get to San Diego."

"The plane will be waiting when you get to the airstrip," Matty said.  "Call me when you have an update."

Jack, Riley, and Bozer took off running out of the War Room.  

Nick sent an SDPD officer to meet them at the airport and take them directly to San Diego General.  He met them outside the hospital and gave Jack a bear hug.  

"How is he?" were the first words out of Jack's mouth.

"Stable," Nick replied, not mincing words.  "Docs think he'll be okay."

"What happened?" Bozer couldn't stop himself from asking.

"Let's walk."  Nick led them inside and into an elevator.  "My team got a call this morning.  Motel housekeeping thought they found a body in a motel room on the outskirts of the city.  Medics were first on scene, found a faint pulse, loaded the John Doe up, and brought him here."

"Murdoc," Jack growled, slamming his fist down on the table.

Nick took his phone back and raised an eyebrow at Jack.  "Dare I ask?  Who's Murdoc?"

"An assassin," Jack replied, "that's taken a shine to Mac."

"And tried to kill us a few times," Riley added.  She got her laptop out of her bag, opened it, and started typing.  "My facial rec software will find him if he's anywhere near a camera.  Or has been recently."

Jack stood and slid his chair back under the conference table.  "Good work, Riley.  Let us know if you find anything."  Then he turned to Nick and said, "If that's all, I'd like to see Mac."

Bozer jumped up.  "Me too."

"I'll take you to him."  Nick stood and headed for the door.  "Riley, he's in room 512.  You can use the conference room as long as you need it."

She waved a thanks at him, too focused on her screen to say anything.  

if I had to see this, then so do you

greg buddy I'm gonna need you to slow down a minute

tried to take a screenshot of this and my browser crashed. I can't say I didn't deserve it

if I had to see this, then so do you

greg buddy I'm gonna need you to slow down a minute

I did a thing on my lunch break...

The only sounds in the War Room were the tap-tap of Riley's keystrokes and the clomp-clomp of Jack's angry footsteps.  His pacing was interrupted by the sudden ringing of his cell, but the caller wasn't the person he wanted to hear from.

"Hey, Nicky," Jack said, answering because his cousin would not stop calling if he didn't.  "This isn't a great ti-"

"You need to get to San Diego."  It was the most serious that Nick had ever sounded, and the hairs on the back of Jack's neck immediately stood at attention.  "Now."

"What's wrong?"

"It's Mac."

Jack's heart stuttered and then took off at a full sprint.  "Is he..."  He was afraid to ask the question.

"He's alive."

"But?"

"But he's unconscious."  There was activity in the background, sirens and indistinct voices.  "I've gotta go.  I'll fill you in when you get here."

"We'll be there in an hour."  

Jack turned to look at the rest of his team.  "Mac's alive, but that's all I know.  We need to get to the jet and get to San Diego."

"The plane will be waiting when you get to the airstrip," Matty said.  "Call me when you have an update."

Jack, Riley, and Bozer took off running out of the War Room.  

Nick sent an SDPD officer to meet them at the airport and take them directly to San Diego General.  He met them outside the hospital and gave Jack a bear hug.  

"How is he?" were the first words out of Jack's mouth.

"Stable," Nick replied, not mincing words.  "Docs think he'll be okay."

"What happened?" Bozer couldn't stop himself from asking.

"Let's walk."  Nick led them inside and into an elevator.  "My team got a call this morning.  Motel housekeeping thought they found a body in a motel room on the outskirts of the city.  Medics were first on scene, found a faint pulse, loaded the John Doe up, and brought him here."

Guilt is so good in whump.

Along with ‘helpless’ and ‘overwhelmed’, guilty is one of the best ways for whumpee to feel. So we got:

SARA DONT BE FUCKING RUDE.

yet again, not convinced this isn't a comedy.

so he does know that name after all