#dapper mr Tom

[theoryandahalf]

Matpat's Retirement Party low key reminded me of a middle school dance, but that is the energy he brings to the world and I love that for him.

[world-of-ezraprisc]

Tom and Santi being zesty on a GTLive stage.mp4

[gtliveoutofcontext]

Josh

[sushiburritonoms]

New ETN/GT Fic

I wrote this for Matpat's retirement in March and look at me, right on time as always.

Matthew Patrick's Home for Imaginary Friends and Biblical Abominations

Rating: Gen, no ships, comedy, could be considered crack I guess

Summary: Stephanie Patrick has made a lot of adjustments and sacrifices ever since her husband came back from Everlock and has come out of the other side a stronger person. But six years later, Matthew and Nikita finally achieve the impossible and bring Joey Graceffa back from Pandora’s Box...along with something else. What do you do when your husband accidentally releases the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse?

You hire them for Youtube of course.

Basically a fusion of Game Theory lore and ETN, featuring Stephanie, Jason, Tom, Lee, Santi, Amy, Mirror Matt, Ash, and a ton of other Theorist cameos and easter eggs. Its the new channel hosts as the Four Horsemen; this will NOT make sense if you don't follow the Theorist channels.

Fic Snippet is below the cut.

Hey Death, whatcha doing?”

“Go away, Fam, I’m busy!”

“You’re busy in MY space! Aren’t you supposed to be off reaping innocent babies or kittens or something?!”

“For the last time, we are GUESTS; you don’t own the space, you glutinous half-wit! Leave me alone!”

“Matt! Matt, Death is messing with your kitchen!!”

“GUYS! I’M ON THE PHONE!”

Stepping into her own kitchen wasn’t supposed to feel like a SAE mission. But Steph kept a flask of holy water and a crucifix in her Lululemon hip bag as she made her way over from the stairwell. The moment she made her presence known, she saw sickly green flames brighten to life in the blank sockets of Death’s skull face.

“Ah! Stephanie! So good of you to join us.” Death nodded his head politely and lifted a skeletal hand to tug at his black hood as though it were some sort of dapper hat. His upper-class London accent made the act feel less ridiculous and more like proper gentleman behavior.

“…Hi.” Steph was never going to get used to how terrifying it was to see green fire instead of eyeballs, especially since Death towered several feet over her and Matthew. Speaking of which… “I thought I heard Matthew’s voice.”

“He went downstairs,” a smooth voice chimed in from behind Death’s black robe. “With the other dude and the chick.”

Death snorted. “Eloquent and informative as ever.”

“She knows who I’m talking about! Now move your nonexistent ass; some of us are trying to work here!”

Steph saw a thick human arm swat at Death’s cloak, and the living personification of Famine stepped into Steph’s view.

Famine grinned at her with a very normal and healthy-looking human male face. Thank God. She would take his human form any day over the emaciated, decayed corpse that was his true form. Today, he was favoring a physique that had very broad shoulders and thick muscular biceps that strained against a baby blue shirt with some anime character imprinted on it. Matthew would surely know the show, but she did not. He had a round tan face with a salt and pepper beard and very mischievous eyes that were partially hidden behind thick black glasses. He eagerly held out one of her mixing bowls, which was filled near to the brim with something that smelled utterly delicious.

“I’m making snacks!”

“Thank you, Famine. That’s very sweet of you.” Steph couldn’t help but break into a smile. “Is this the same body you wore yesterday?”

Famine nodded vigorously. “Matt said we need to pick a body and stick with it. I like this one. Check out my GUNS!” He set the bowl down on the countertop beside him and flexed one of his thick arms at Steph.

Death scoffed. “Flesh is weak. Entropy is inevitable.”

“You’re just jealous because you can’t create anything other than the same lameo body you’ve had for centuries.”

“There’s nothing wrong with the way my human form looks. Not all of us are vain like you and Pestilence.”

“Excuse you?”

Steph jumped. A small, slender woman with incredibly pale skin and long black hair suddenly sat cross-legged at one of Steph’s kitchen bar chairs. She wore a shoulderless black halter dress that went down to the floor, to where Steph could see the tips of shiny Doc Martens peeking out. On her face, she wore black eyeliner to outline her light blue eyes, which were intensely focused on Famine. She looked completely human except for one small detail. She had long, razor-sharp silver claws instead of nails resting elegantly in her lap, like ten slim stiletto daggers just waiting to be thrown.

Death shook his bony head. “How many times have I told you not to scare our hosts like that? Don’t make me put a bell around your tiny neck!”

“Hmm, I’d like to see you try,” Pestilence yawned into the palm of her hand, her claws flexing across her face. They were filed into sharp points and caught the light in a terrifying way. “Sorry to bother you, Steph, but Matt was looking for you and said you needed to be on his call. He’s with the Vessel and Nikita.”

“The dude and the chick!” Famine shrugged. “I said that already.”

“You are useless,” Death groaned.

Oh. Right. Matthew had said he was going to call Jason today. She’d completely forgotten that was happening.

You can continue the fic here

[lexveryreal]

well well well

WELL WELL WELL

i called it

you can't hide from me tomothy

[nobodyytodaylol]

Y’know i was casually watching Gt live, watching Mat and Tom playing Ruin and then at 4 am i found myself laying in bed and THINKING ABOUT THE DAMN ENDING. That NEVER happened. I think Gt live made me fnaf lover. Please how do i stop it?

[theoryify]

I had to get this image out of my head

i kinda wanna make funny theorist valentines images

[theoryandahalf]

Jason: Not everything is a two person job!

Team Theorist:

[world-of-ezraprisc]

Starting to enjoy drawing again...

Here's some collection of recent drawings, Now with Colored Pencils.

ISWM Spacesona und DapperMrTom's Kingdom-Sona

Recent DnD character, Eamine Gresley, a Bard Tiefling

Tom as Princess Peach as suggested by someone in Tom's server

Last but not least, one of my Super MatPat 2nd concept sketch, colored.

[klapollo]

Now, even our aspirational advertising figures are just like us — The Man Your Man Could Smell Like is humorous because his perfection is so unrealistic. The dapper Mr. Peanut is reborn as a wisecracking baby. Even Beyoncé herself huffs as she scrambles to go viral for Verizon. So it goes for our celebrities, who are products in and of themselves. Taylor Swift, enjoyer of private jets and fat bank accounts, easily maintains a longstanding image of being the girl next door every time a video of her swishing her hips at the Eras Tour takes off. If you look up something like “being relatable for minutes straight” on YouTube, you will get piles of compilations of everyone from Tom Holland to Kylie Jenner being #real. It’s a 2002 tabloid column’s dream. A new normal, where everyone and everything is chill and Just Like Us. Well, except us.

so it's come to this: i've started substacking

[adultswim2021]

Aqua Teen Hunger Force #96: “Juggalo” | April 5th, 2010 - 12:00AM | S08E08

Hey, this one’s pretty memorable, and actually has a decent amount of context on which I can heap. I love heaping things, so let’s go to it: 

Shake is attempting to create a simple diversion for some comedy reason, and he does this by causing a massive pile-up by throwing a concrete slab off an overpass. One of the lives he cut short is Paul F. Tompkins, sorta playing his dapper-ass self. By that I mean he’s got the same personality and they drew him in a relatively accurate manner (I think his head is too small, personally). The man’s spirit haunts Shake and forces him to do good. He has the ability to send Shake to hell when he mouths off. He makes him be nice to Carl, which is the final straw. 

When the angel has a bout of “angel diarrhea” and has to excuse himself, Shake makes a break for it and quickly finds a demonic force to help him vanquish his heavenly pest. But he only has a few minutes on craigslist and the best he can dig up is a teenage juggalo. He’s voiced by Paul “once told me he liked my online comic strip and I am pretty sure he actually meant it” Rust. Shake’s plan doesn’t work, because the kid just dresses shake up like a Denny’s goth and makes him give him and his friends rides. Shake eventually can’t take the torment and blows his own head off with a shotgun. 

The final scene takes place in court. ICP, voicing they (whatever the opposite of “dapper” is)-ass selves, are being sued for their lyrics causing Shake's suicide. George Lowe is the lawyer representing Shake’s household, now in mourning. ICP lightly defends their lyrics, and then reveal they can spit literal fire, and set the court ablaze. That’s it, aside from a brief over the credits scene where Shake is in hell, washing Carl’s car, which I guess also died and went to hell. 

Back around this time, Paul F. Tompkins was very regular on The Best Show on WFMU with Tom Scharpling. Tom Scharpling was on the show way back in 2003’s “The Shaving”. Paul would call the Best Show most weeks and occupy a huge chunk of time. Their most remembered riff was them talking about the then-viral Gathering of the Juggalos in 2009. There’s even a trading card commemorating it. I have it somewhere! I can’t find it in my home, or online. Sorry. PFT and Tom had a falling out shortly after this. What a couple of weirdos!

One last bit: Paul is credited, probably to skirt union rules, as “Mr. Hutchinson”. This is a particularly arcane inside joke based on a story where Paul was recognized in public by fan. At the time, Paul was the host of Best Week Ever, and this fan, who loved the show, misidentified Paul as “Mr. Hutchinson”, believing that to be his name. I actually remember there being one episode of Best Week Ever where Paul came back from a commercial by saying “welcome back to Best Week Ever hosted by Paul F. Tompkins. I’m Mr. Hutchinson”. 

I liked this one fine. I think sometimes going heavy on the guest star can be a mistake, but this one works for me. I haven’t really kept up with PFT, but when this aired I genuinely thought he was one of the funniest guys out there. He might still be for all I know. I respect him, and I should respect him. I am going about this the exact correct way.

MAIL BAG

You wear a disguise to look like SNL guys, but you're not Will Ferrell, you're in Chickenfoot

Mr. Hutchinson? Now that reference I get. What the fuck is this? Some kind of disrespectful music parody? Answer me at once

[theoryandahalf]

NO! BAD REDDIT!

Tom has been the host for LESS THAN A WEEK!!! NOT EVEN THREE DAYS!! Matthew had YEARS to work up to this!!!

AND REALLY? WITH HUGGY WUGGY?!

There's a spirit of a dead child in there!! We're gonna get Tom put on some sort of list! Twitter will start transvestigating my boy!!!!

[theoryandahalf]

Tom is giving me Glamrock Freddy vibes in this wonderful piece.

Does that make Santi, Bonnie?

[lightingelectratwo]

bustopher for the ask game

Why I like them

He is very respected. He has 8 or 9 clubs.

Why I don't

Favorite episode (scene if movie)

Either the judging the Tom's or playing golf

Favorite line

Todoldpip

Favorite outfit

1989. The rose, monocle ,his waste coat,and the neck scarf with fish bones. And the blush.

OTP

I don't really have one,but he had a past relationship with Griddlebone, and they had Noilly Prat. Unfortunately, she was with him to spy on the jellicle's and left when they found out.

BROTP

Jennyanydots. She definitely thinks he's hot, but there are just friends.

Headcanon

He's owned by a rich family and gets to rome around the town .

Unpopular opinion

He is not related to Mr. mistoffelees. Mr. Mistoffelees is his step nephew.

A wish

For more ricepudding 🍚

An-ow-god-no-please-don't happen

Get kicked out of a club because no cats

5 words to describe them

Foppish,gluttonous, dapper, respected, fancy.

My nickname for them

Jones

[uptoolateart]

All the Missing Pieces - Ch 23

Chapter Preview:

Adrien had it all planned to the last detail.

First, he tracked down the owners of the building where he’d set up the candles on the rooftop as a teenager. There was a restaurant on the ground floor, with the upper floors leased out as offices, all managed by one owner who was easily persuaded, with a little money, to hire out the roof for a night’s use.

‘Very romantic,’ the man said. ‘But don’t tell too many people, or you’ll shame the rest of us.’ He gave a little wink, and Adrien suppressed a laugh.

Then he talked to Sabine, who readily agreed to take all three children for the full weekend. ‘It’s important to have time to yourselves and remember who you are together without the children,’ she said. ‘Especially on your anniversary. Tom and I always made a point of going out without Marinette on our anniversary.’

These were reassuring words, because Tom and Sabine had been together about a thousand years and were his ultimate ‘ship’.

Next, he had a formal invitation drawn up on creamy card, with gold leaf lettering, hand-delivered to Marinette at her office, while he waited in agony for her response.

At last, his phone beeped.

Marinette: An invitation?? I don’t recognise the address I’m supposed to meet you at.

Adrien: Just be there.

He grinned. Of course she wouldn’t recognise it. Who paid attention to addresses when travelling by stick and yo-yo? But she would remember it when she was up there. The rooftops had once been their own private landscape.

Finally, he ordered roses – from a florist rather than plundered from his mother’s memorial – and candles, with his own money rather than the credit card Gabriel had granted him in lieu of love. Even after all these years, this simple act felt like one of the most adult things he’d ever done.

In the rare moments when he managed to capture some of Marinette’s attention at home, she pressed him for details. ‘I wonder what you’re up to,’ she said.

‘Hmm, me too!’ he replied.

And sometimes there were texts from her.

Marinette: What are you up to, Mr Agreste?

Adrien: I’m eager to find out – aren’t you??

By the time the weekend arrived, he was jumping out of his skin with anticipation. He’d done his thing of imagining everything in vivid detail, and now had to talk himself down so he wouldn’t be disappointed if it didn’t all go exactly as he’d planned.

‘Stay in the moment,’ he told his reflection in the bathroom mirror. Then he gave himself a smile of encouragement, took a deep breath, and went to the living room, where Hugo had gathered the twins and their overnight bags.

‘Very dapper,’ Hugo said.

‘Thank you.’ He’d put on one of his best suits, something he hadn’t worn since his modelling days. To his great relief, it still fit. He might have broken down on the floor if it had been too snug.

He dropped off the kids with their grandparents, then headed over to the building to set things up. The manager offered to help, but he wanted to do it himself, like he’d done all those years before.

‘But there are so many candles!’ the manager said.

‘I’m good,’ said Adrien.

He tucked away her anniversary gift in a safe spot, then headed downstairs, to the meeting point outside the stairwell entrance. He was early, so he pulled out his phone and started scrolling through social media posts until he’d exhausted the supply. Then he started up a word game. Between games, he looked around, checking for Marinette, but she wasn’t there yet.

After he’d got through five rounds of the game, he checked the time and….

Okay, no big deal. So she was fifteen minutes late. That wasn’t too bad…was it? It wasn’t like an hour.

Keep reading at Ao3

[denimbex1986]

'Andrew Scott looked typically handsome on Wednesday, as he attended the premiere of his new series, Ripley, in Los Angeles.

The actor, 47, beamed as he posed with his co-star Dakota Fanning, after receiving rave reviews for his performance in the show.

Andrew plays the lead role of the ruthless Tom Ripley in the Netflix adaptation, previously portrayed by Matt Damon in the 1999 version, The Talented Mr Ripley.

The Irish star looked dapper in an olive green suit, teamed with a white vest and black leather loafers.

While, Dakota, 30, dazzled in an ethereal white gown, with an asymmetrical neckline and floaty layered skirt.

The actress stars in Ripley as wealthy socialite, Marge Sherwood, famously played by Gwyneth Paltrow in the 1999 film.

Ripley was released on Netflix on Thursday and the first reviews have flooded in, with critics praising the 'work of art' visuals and Andrew's stellar performance.

The eight-episode series is the latest adaptation of Patricia Highsmith's 1955 crime novel, which inspired an entire genre of psychological thrillers.

Alongside Andrew and Dakota, the cast also boasts appearance from Johnny Flynn, Elliot Sumner, Maurizio Lombardi, Margherita Buy, and John Malkovich.

Set in the 1960s, it follows calculating grifter Tom Ripley as he is hired by the wealthy Herbert Greenleaf to travel to Italy in a last ditch bid to convince his wayward, jazz loving son Dickie to return home.

There, he is introduced to a life of wealth and privilege beyond his wildest dreams and endeavours to finagle his way into the comfortable lives of Dickie and his immediate circle of friends and lovers - with inevitably murderous consequences.

The Daily Mail's Christopher Stevens gave the series a five star review, as did The Guardian, saying: 'There is magic at work here.'

Andrew's performance received the most attention, with The Times writing: 'Scott, as you would expect, is outstanding — mesmeric as the polite, clever but ruthless psychopath.'

While the Evening Standard declared: 'Andrew Scott is a magnificent Tom Ripley, inhabiting that compellingly ambivalently malevolent outsider character so well.'

Andrew admitted Ripley was 'a heavy part to play,' telling Vanity Fair that he 'found it mentally and physically really hard. That's just the truth of it'.

'I feel like you're required to love and advocate for your characters, and your job is to go, "Why? What's that?" You don't play the opinions, the previous attitudes that people might have about Tom Ripley.

'You have to throw all those out, try not to listen to them, and go, "Okay, well, I have to have the courage to create our own version and my own understanding of the character."''