#and yes that's a pun

[sarbithewizard]

"So, how's the wife?"

"Ah yes, the old ball and chain."

"That's a little rude, don't you think?"

I pull out a wedding photo from my wallet and you see me at the altar across from a chain chomp with a pink bow.

[the-punforgiven]

Worldbuilding tip for aspiring fantasy authors! Give that swordsman a bigger ass

[rosie321go]

Jason walking into the kitchen, whistling and looking suspiciously happy: Another day, another slay

*later that day

Dick: have you seen the news? Apparently someone killed the Joker

Tim:

Tim: Oh, he was serious?

[akanemnon]

Not only are you gonna fight a bunch of flowers, Susie. You're gonna fight a wedding bouquet!

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MASTERPOST (for the full series / FAQ / reference sheets)

[proselles]

alex hirsch was really just so pissed that no one saw his epic old man yaoi that he went and wrote a whole new book and made a whole website specifically to show meticulous evidence that this weird old man fucked a triangle.

he really said what were ford and bill really doing in that pocket dimension they shared, hm? did you ever think of that? oh - you think it was just chess? hm. interesting. i dont.

the ultimate rare pair shipper. i have never seen a creator do this before. absolutely fascinating at every angle.

[lordadmiralfarsight]

I think it's important to point out : the 14% of revenue. It's 14% of REVENUE. Not BENEFITS. Not PROFITS. REVENUES.

Revenues is the raw amount of money that goes IN the company. It's before taxes. It's before costs. It's before salaries. It's before EVERYTHING.

I struggle to think of a single video game that could pay that, aside from the few gigantic successes. I struggle to think of any INDUSTRIES where a cost of 14% of your revenues doesn't erase your profit margin in its entirety.

@lastoneout that business model isn't just profoundly stupid : it's attempted murder of basically every Unity client.

This is greed taken to such a level of suicidal stupidity that it cannot be properly put into words.

At this point, I genuinely wouldn't be surprised if they DID sic mercenaries on him and published a graphic video of torture and murder to make an exemple out of him. Because it's wildly, stupidly out of any business related proportion.

Actually, this Unity mess makes sense when you learn that they've got the guy behind such brilliant ideas as "we should charge players per bullet in fps games" and "all together the Sims 4 expansion packs cost over $800" running the goddamn company.

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

"it's not that deep" not yet but I've got a shovel and fan theories and digging makes great exercise!

[squirreltastrophe]

dear fish they could never make me hate you EVER

[fuffy2002]

dash MD

screencaps

[nico-the-overlord]

nvm I missed seeing logan smile

[authorindistress]

Ngl im starting to think Jay Arondekar is the perfect man. He cooks. He plays DND. He's besties even with people he can't see. Has the patience of a saint. Loves his mom. Supports his wife seeing the paranormal and engages in tomfoolery on the regular. I see no flaws.

[scribz-ag24]

More things with the villain quartet (previous post)

thank you special episode 4 for confirming misogyny exists in pmd so i can make this joke

Anyways i tried to note down a more serious version of how they would react to each other but i kinda gave up halfway through and wrote whatever

[v6quewrlds]

joe beings a grade a clinger moments pls

She heard the squeak of the bedroom door before the shuffling of Joe's feet on the hardwood floor. She didn't look up from her book, a bell hooks classic recommended to her by a patient, knowing the routine all too well. Joe had spent the last few hours in his office, poring over film for the upcoming game against the Steelers. She felt his warmth as he slid into bed, his six-foot-four frame slotting familiarly on top of her.

"Hi," she murmured sweetly, her eyes still focused on the page. He settled in, his arms wrapping around her waist, heavy weight pressing her into the mattress. Perfectly manicured hands swept through his hair, his breaths growing deeper as he nestled closer. She felt his chest rise and fall in sync with her own, the rhythm soothing despite the discomfort of his size. She swallowed a sigh and shifted slightly, her body adapting to his embrace.

"You okay?" she asked, her voice a whisper against the quiet of the room. "My head hurts," he murmured.

She stifled a laugh, amused by her boyfriend's dramatics. But she also felt the sweetness of his need for comfort, the vulnerability that lay beneath his calm exterior. Her hand rested on the crown of his head, twirling the soft curls between her fingers. His breath was warm against her skin, a soft sigh escaping him as he closed his eyes.

"Do you want me to read to you?" she offered. She felt Joe's head nod, his nose brushing against her skin with the movement. She hummed her concession, turning a page in her book. Her voice filled the room, the words a gentle lullaby to the tension he had brought with him.

As she focused on the words written before her, Joe began to shift against her. She felt his hands move to lift her shirt, exposing her midriff. The coolness of the room kissed her bare skin. With a silent determination, Joe managed to pull her shirt up even further, until the fabric stretched far enough to accommodate his head. She raised an eyebrow but didn't protest.

Decisively, the quarterback burrowed closer to her, dipping his head under the shirt. Her eyes widened for a brief moment, the book's words blurring as Joe's face disappeared. The material of her shirt stretched over the back of his neck, a peculiar barrier that she found oddly endearing. She took a deep breath, feeling the fabric tighten against her skin and his body heat against her sternum. She could hear him sigh contentedly. His nose nuzzled closer to her skin, breathing in her scent, indulging in the simple comfort she seemed to provide it.

He tapped at her side, once, twice, a silent request for her to continue reading to him, his voice lost under the fabric of her shirt. She rolled her eyes but couldn't help the smile that played on her lips, continuing to read aloud.

[trilobitepunch]

Donutello...

[bisexualbellamyblake]

911 hiatus rewatch ↝ 2.06 Dosed ↝↝ low quality gifs, high eddie content

[english-history-trip]

15th century (Houppelande the Ritz)

Early 16th century (God please, not the codpiece)

Late 16th/early 17th centuries (That's ruff, buddy)

Mid-17th/early 18th century (If it ain't Baroque, fix it)

Mid-18th century (Big tent party)

Late 18th/early 19th century (Empire state of mind)

Mid-19th century (Hoop springs eternal)

Late 19th-early 20th century (Hustle and bustle)

1910-20s (Ankles aweigh)