#get the to a punnery

[beardedmrbean]

#doge #shitty puns #get the to a punnery #le vent post has arrived

[the-overbear]

zombie mailman call that post mortem

#get thee to a punnery

[wilderebellion]

Bor'Dor Dogson

Very insistent that he's not the son of a dog.

Border Dachshund

#get thee to a punnery #utkarsh ambudkar #critical role spoilers #cr3 #critical role

[saunteringvaguelydownwards]

D&D character concept :

A changeling named Hell. Because Hell is other people.

#badum tssh #get thee to a punnery #dungeons and dragons

[terrorjk]

the shinbone-related pun, for your consideration: some weird german dude felt that "blockflöte" wasn't fancy enough and called the stop "tibia vulgaris" because nothin says pretentious like totally gratuitous latin

LMAO!

As a former Classics major, I agree that nothing says “pretentious” like gratuitous Latin.

#get thee to a punnery! #k0 makes everything better

[soulpunchftw]

As we all know, Air Bud is a holy masterpiece beyond reproach, but I must admit that the filmmakers missed a golden (retriever) opportunity to name the dog that plays basketball ‘Charles BARKley’

#air bud #basketball #charles barkley #puns #get thee to a punnery

[dragonowlie]

The more I get to know about totk's english localisation the more grateful I become that I did not play it in english

#what do you MEAN you named the creature whos original name is homonymous with 'delusion' - to contrast with it's partner creature that's #homonymous with 'understanding' - fucking. BUBBLE. FROG. except it's 'bubbul' because god forbid to straight up name it bubble????????????? #listen. i am really VERY used to having things sound cool in eng and their translatios sound VERY SILLY (comparatively) in the other #languages i speak. and now it's the reverse of that and i Hate It lmfao #why did y'all have to do my mayoi so dirty huh. just because they shoot bubbles as a defence mechanism #apparently they're called fantasmo in spanish which is a BANGER NAME. why did you name it BUBBLEFR- #like at least go all in. if we stretch 'bubble' far enough do you know what we get? THAT'S RIGHT. BIBBLE. BIBBLE FAIRYTOP- #dragonowlie's random texts #sorry it's the really small details that drive me up the wall here. #i understand i come at this from the lang. uniquely equipped to have godtier punnery like bautomatik but WHY DID YALL DISTRESPECT THE MAYOI #S LIKE THAT #(i ran out of space for the entire tag. WEEPING that we have a limit of 139 characters for ghe tags. anywAY)

[anti-gravity-insanity]

Urge to write meets finals homework :/:/:/:/:/:/:/

#I worry I’m going to lose steam on my fanfic I started before I get very far #but beyond that I literally just had a Very Fun Silly OC premise and I wanna write itttttt #but no neon can’t have any fun they need to #do their actual work for at least a couple more days #but consider: I don’t want to #hmmmmmm inside job brain rot and OC constant fixation and so much forever biology equals together #one large clusterfuck of i don’t do jackshit nor do I do jackfun #I do no jacks! none! #no jacks are getting done I’m just getting screwed and typing weird word punnery into my tags #goodnight now #gravical

[dynamic-k]

It all started when I desired some writing fuel...

Me and my sister, Trixie, are at work, and Trixie has just brought in coffee from the Dutch Bros cafe next door.

As usual, when opening our paper straw packages, we rip one side of the package off, leaving the other end intact, and blow through the now-exposed straw end so that the paper flies off the straw and (hopefully, with the proper aim) smacks the desired opponent.

I hit Trixie's collarbone area and she gets my face, in chronological order.

While she is distracted with her laughing and her focus is now directed toward the actions of sticking her straw into her cup...

...(since I've caught the paper packaging she hit me with) I notice it is still intact on the one end required for momentum. I tactfully and carefully slide my straw back into the broken end of the one-sided open packaging, and turn to face her.

I relish in the brief flicker of surprised "Oh no" on her face just a split moment before I blow and the paper gets her shoulder.

She had quick enough reflexes to redirect the paper with her hand, so it missed the face, but I was pretty amused and satisfied, so I just laughed and sat down to take a few sips of the latte she's acquired for me.

"How did you do that a sec-" She begins to say "a second time" but cuts herself off as she notices the fallen paper on the floor and realizes that I used her own straw packaging against her.

Her face playfully falls to a deadpanning stare in my direction, purely for comedic effect and not because she's upset.

"Say it." I demand with a growing grin, not allowing such a priceless pun opportunity to slip by.

Trixie: ....

Scarlett: SAY IT.

Trixie: .... *deep longsuffering sigh as she realizes what she's gotten herself into*

Trixie: *practically monotonous and robotic* How... did you do that... a second time.

Scarlett: *claps hands together in one loud smack of punnery satisfaction*

Scarlett: Hah!! "Second~"

-

End of Transmission

...but not the end of my laughter as I recount this "second" ridden tale-

;3

This might be overload at this point, but as long as I take joy in it, I shall continue my ways to the ends of my days.

#Scarlett Post #I'm not funny and I'm not sorry #Second Punnery once again

[simsinlowspace]

Freetime Posters - 12 Games Hobby Posters

Happy weekend everyone! 💖 The next batch of Freetime Posters is ready to go -- this week's hobby is games! Swatch, details and download beneath thy cut! ♕

These are on @linacheries’ excellent 4t2 conversion of Simsza’s National Park Prints (mesh is included), and they feature another 12 designs made with Flaticon elements + lots of Simlish fonts. They’re all inspired by locations, items and features from the game.

Translations:

Side Pocket Pool Table Advertisement for the in-game item

Banner: Strangetown Chess Club Body: 88 Road to Nowhere Fridays, 7 - 9 PM I figured of all the neighborhoods, Strangetown would be the most likely to have a chess club

Burled Wood Dartboard Advertisement for the in-game item

SimBowl Lanes Advertisement for the Downtown lot. I'm not much of a movie person, but I love The Big Lebowski and I couldn't pass up the chance at a reference (and also ended up re-watching it while I worked on these because it's been a hot minute)

Speedy's Fast Lanes Bowling & Eats Advertisement for the other Downtown bowling alley

Four Blessing Mahjong Table I debated whether or not I should do another mahjong poster since I already have one in my BV Travel Poster set, but this was kind of my only opportunity to shoehorn some flowers into this batch, so that settled it XD

Inter@ctive Arcade Possibly the worst lot name in the game (Inter-at-ctive? Really?), but it made for a cool design, so! I figured I'd just roll with Maxis' questionable punnery on this one :P

Games of Glory For the games hobby secret lot

Maxis Game Simulator Advertisement for the in-game item

SSX 3 THIS DAMN GAME. Lol my Sims are always addicted to this thing, I had to make a poster for it. I tried to recreate the logo in Simlish as best I could...it's not quite as "action-y", but it's pretty close.

52 Pickup Card Table Advertisement for the in-game item

Don't Wake the Llama! Advertisement for the in-game item

No hobby trainers this time! 😲 There were so many items and lots associated with gaming that I didn't really see a way (or a necessity) to fit them in.

A numbered swatch is included.

Icons are by Freepik, mynamepong, justicon, Luvdat, Good Ware, BZZRINCANTATION, Chanut-is-Industries, Smashicons, monkik, and Ina Mella. Much gratitude as always for their awesome resources! <3

DOWNLOAD (SFS) Recolors are ~350KB

Lots of love, Spacey

UPDATE: Now that this series is complete, here is a master list of all the posts, plus a single download link for all the posters. All swatches are included, and files are sorted into folders so you can easily keep just what you like:

Tinkering Nature Arts & Crafts Fitness Science Cuisine Sports Games Music & Dance Film & Literature

DOWNLOAD ALL THE POSTERS (SFS) Recolors are ~8.5MB

You can now also get all the designs on BV's Travel Keeper!

#s2cc #ts2cc #ts2 download #sims 2 download #ts2 custom content #sims 2 custom content #s2 cc #ts2 art #ts2 #ts2 posters #ts2 wall decorations

[beardedmrbean]

#get thee to a punnery

[theluckywizard]

WIP WHENEVER

I've been working on this pun battle for an upcoming chapter of my longfic In the Shattering of Things the last few days (after it sat stewing in my brain for a solid month). I researched by watching pun championships and got some help from fellow DAFF writers, @kiastirling, @bluewren, @nirikeehan and @warpedlegacy and finally it is DONE.

WC: 916

Rating and CW: Gen, puns and utter torment

Rose Trevelyan POV

Scene is they are on the road to Crestwood and trying to keep Rose entertained for *reasons*.

It's truly cringe, so proceed with caution below.

Excerpt:

On the second day I find myself sandwiched between Varric and Hawke who busily share tales of their exploits in and around Kirkwall, keeping my attention captive and forcibly restraining it from chasing misery for an hour or so. Hawke is eager to set the record straight for me, although Varric points out that his version invariably has significantly more panache.

“If Sebastian hadn’t had his bow trained perfectly on the Wyvern’s eye, Hawke wouldn’t have made it,” sighs Varric, the memory a twinkle in his eye.

"I remember it was an arrow escape!” says Hawke, a grin of pure triumph breaking across his face. As I drop my head back in amused torment, Varric’s head jerks side to side with sudden vehemence.

“Oh no. Oh no no no,” says Varric, a weak look drifting over to his best friend.

“Yes.”

“I… can’t.”

“You will,” says Hawke with certainty. “Topic: weapons. Go!” A sudden effervescence bubbles up inside me as my mind immediately grasps for the next play. I glance apologetically at Varric and then at Hawke and unleash my worst.

“This sounds like a sword spot between you two,” I remark, my smile twitching well into my cheek for the first time since we left. Hawke’s brows pop up and he grabs a fistful of his hair in shock and delight. 

“If you don’t fight back, Varric, she’ll pommel us both!” he counters, leaning around me to regard the dwarf. The energy shifts around the three of us, craning to put eyes on the brewing chicanery, muttering to themselves about how terrible it all is.

“Fine, fine. I’ll take a stab at it,” grumbles Varric, rapidly losing his grip on his smirk.

“And I shall saber the experience,” grins Hawke. I hear Cassandra’s rumble of agony somewhere behind me.

“Spear us your groans, Seeker!” Varric calls.

“Like the dregs of the worst theater company in Val Royeaux,” scoffs Vivienne into her horse’s mane. “Wordplay is the lowest form of comedy.”

“Cleave us alone already, will you? We love edgy humor!” gripes Hawke, hamming it up for the audience around him.

“Cutlass some slack, Iron Lady,” says Varric.

“Come Madame Vivienne, surely you enjoy wincing until your face hurts like the rest of us?” says Dorian. Vivienne merely lifts her chin, thinly veiling her disdain for it all with a distance gaze ahead. 

“Shield get used to it. Eventually,” says Hawke with a shake of his head, directing his obvious glee at me again.

“Oh, wipe that dirk off your face,” I swipe. He clutches at his chest dramatically.

“You stagger me, Lady Violet. You axe too much of me!”

“Amateurs. You’re making a mace of things,” calls Bull, glancing over his shoulder with a wide grin as he falls back to ride closer to the chaos.

“Terribull,” Hawke strikes back. “Truly Terribull.”

“Like I haven’t heard that one a thousand times before, Champignon. Weak jab.”

“True, but I still think I prefer Prose. Your punnery impales in comparison,” says Hawke.

“Thrust me, we’re all well aware of your preference,” says Bull with a laugh. Laughing, Hawke steals a pointed look at me that prompts a momentary surge of heat to my cheeks.

“It would be a greaves mistake to underestimate me, Bull,” I call ahead to him.

“Ha! Knife one.”

“Sad how you flail about for such low hanging fruit. You don’t haft to say them maul, for Maker’s sake,” Hawke says, his triumph provoking hollers and aching moans from the lot of us. He takes a slight bow over his horse’s ashen mane. “Shank you very much.” My laughter slips out at last, breaking free from the ache that hasn’t left my ribs since that awful morning.

“They’re words but they’re the wrong words,” mutters Cole, suddenly appearing at a jog alongside Varric.

“But they’re almost the right words and that’s why it’s funny, kid,” explains Varric.

“Hawke uses a lot of wrong words,” observes Cole. 

“A true rapier wit,” says Dorian, testing the waters, earning a cheeky grin of approval from Hawke and another exasperated sigh from Cassandra.

“Maker, don’t encourage them,” says Vivienne, believing that she and Dorian are a sort of team above it all. 

“Ah, you think you’ll cuirass of our affliction?” Hawke continues over his shoulder, his eyes practically glowing with delight.

“I’m not engaging with you,” she answers, fixing her eyes firmly on the road ahead.

“Don’t be bashful, Vivienne, it’s just a friendly gauntlet of sorts,” I say and my snort pops out so suddenly that I fail to clamp it under my hand, a joyful tear collecting the corner of my eye. Maker, I’ve needed this. 

Vivienne’s eyes flutter and roll.

“Ouch. A parry of puns no less,” says Hawke and my pained look is clearly the reward he seeks.

“Maybe we should claymore gently around her,” says Varric. Cassandra cries out in indignation.

“I agree. Perhaps we should break for lunge?” I inquire. And then we see it. The barest little twitch of the corner of Vivienne’s lips. We all trade sudden looks of astonishment.

“Let it be known that the Iron Lady smiles!” declares Varric. “At lowly wordplay no less!”

“An insect alighted on my cheek, nothing more,” she says, her smirk sneaking away from her again and the roar of approval is immediate. 

“Admit it, we’re pretty stunny,” says Hawke.

“Knife one!” shouts Sera, having listened to all of this and waited for her moment.

“Sera— just— no,” says Varric. “You never steal someone else’s pun.”

Tagging others for WIPs, even on this, the last day of the weekend!

@skyeventide, @effelants, @about2dance, @melisusthewee, @monocytogenes, @rowanisawriter, @smutnug, @breninarthur AND YOU

#dragon age: inquisition #the whole crew #dragon age fan fiction #very punny #pun battle #punnery #rose trevelyan #theluckywizard #in the shattering of things #sorry not sorry #i hope it hurts #i have descended into the comedy gutter #wip whenever

[saunteringvaguelydownwards]

"#rood and uncalled for" - Unintentional pun alert! "Rood" is another word for the big crucifix in a church, aka the triumphal cross.

I'm beyond tickled that managed to pun accidentally since I pun so often on purpose.

#rood #get thee to a punnery

[jhsharman]

popular movie titles

I understand The Wiz to have been a theatrical failure commercially and critically, so I Am a little surprised it was pulled in a year later for this page. But on a list of recent big or big enough budget money movies, maybe it showed up well enough for obvious punnery. I confess at the time of the reprint I would not have known the movie and guess would have been scratching my head at "The 1989 Fred Savage Nintendo promotional movie?" I did see it some years before it appeared to get a revival of sorts, a tv movie remake and rush of promotion placing it whether correctly or incorrectly I do not know as long time cult favorite and important movie that many Black American kids hung on for representation. On whether Dilton needs a lightbulb, no.

Also counterproductive, these hearts. But come the oughts, they just flung them all over. Sometimes it seems weird to laid a restraint for an Archic panel, sedate and understated they were!, but there you go.

A couple tiny lines are added to two of the other three panels -- Betty's shoulder makes motions when fixing Archie's car in Grease and Moose shakes all over for The Omen. I guess they decided to leave frozen the fullest moment of Jughead's expanded mouth with Jaws.

#Archie Comics #Dilton Doiley #Archie Andrews #Veronica Lodge #The Wiz #Hearts #Movie titles #Puns #Mathematical equations #Light bulb #Cartoon effects #Motion lines #1979 #Football #Kiss #Samm Schwartz

[dreamy625]

Nicotine, that’s for remembrance

Words: 810

Content: Something for Sad Steve Day. Remembering Steve ten years after his death. 

—-----------------------------

“Hey! You can’t smoke that here!”

The woman sitting cross-legged on the grass squints up at him. “I’m not smoking it, I’m just holding it.”

“Well you can’t do that ei… What? Why?”

“It’s not for me. It’s for him.” She gestures at the gravestone next to her. “He’s been down there ten years. I can guarantee he needs a cigarette, and a drink.” She raises the silver flask held in her other hand.

“He gets plenty of that, the number of cans and bottles I have to clear up.” grumbles the groundskeeper. 

“I promise I won’t leave a mess. Just a few drops. It’s vodka, it won’t stain. I thought about adding some cranberry juice. That’s his favourite. Vodka and cranberry. But I thought, wasps. Co-op didn’t have any anyway. Not much call for it apparently. I hope he doesn’t mind. Not that he… obviously…” The ramble ends with a crack in her voice. 

“You knew him then?”

“Yeah. A bit.”

“You don’t sound like you’re from round here?”

“No. I’m from London. I worked in a pub in Chelsea when I was at university. He used to come in sometimes. Quite a lot. If none of his mates were in, he’d sit at the bar. Bit like this really.” She looks down at the grave and the corner of her mouth quirks up briefly. “Only with bowls of peanuts instead of plastic chrysanthemums.”

“He’s a popular fella. More visitors than all the rest put together.”

“He was then too. Everyone loved Steve.”

“It was his birthday last week, there were loads of people here.”

“He’ll be glad he missed it, he hates crowds. Hated… crowds.”

The caretaker gives a half-laugh half-grunt, “Well don’t you stay too long, young lady. You’ll catch your death, sitting on that damp grass.”

Lucy smiles at this demonstration of gruff Yorkshire kindness mixed with graveyard punnery. “I think I’ll stay a bit longer. Just ‘til someone else gets here. I don’t want him to be lonely.”

As he shuffles away she turns back to the headstone, raising the flask in a melancholy salute. 

“I know ‘good health’ is traditional but that seems a bit redundant at this point. So, cheers, I guess?”

Solemnly she pours a measure of the liquor on the ground before taking a swig herself. After checking that the groundskeeper is now out of sight, she surreptitiously lights the cigarette and balances it carefully on the edge of the plinth.

“I hope none of this is blasphemous or anything.” she mutters. “That’s the last thing either of us needs, the wrath of a slighted deity.”

Offerings made, she sits back down, unsure what it is customary to actually do when visiting the deceased. Glancing around, the few other mourners seem to have mostly opted for silent contemplation, though one is seemingly carrying on an animated discussion with their dear departed, and another is vigorously scrubbing at some engraving with a toothbrush. Lucy watches the cigarette burn down, trying to think of some meaningful statement appropriate to the occasion, but no suitable epitaph springs to mind. 

“We missed you, y’know.” she eventually blurts out. “The pub wasn’t the same without you. I left that summer. I’m told it’s a brasserie now; you’d hate it!”

She takes another gulp of the vodka and sprinkles a few more drops on the grave. 

“You know what else you’d hate? The music now. God, it’s fucking awful. You missed grunge, and Britpop, they were okay I suppose. But now there’s just a lot of drum machines and beeping, and do not even get me started on NSYNC!”

She pauses, suddenly remembering that this can only be a one-way conversation and feeling a renewed stab of loss. Steve had been, still was, the only person she’d ever really bonded with over music. He knew everything, all the early Bowie, and Zeppelin, and T. Rex that she’d missed through the misfortune of not being born until 1971. 

“Oh I do miss you.” 

She squeezes her eyes shut - she’d promised herself she wouldn’t be a cliche fangirl and blub all over the gravestone. Opening them, she spots a couple of newcomers in the distance, dressed in denim and black, looking lost but purposeful and heading, more or less, in her direction. Not wanting to make a spectacle of herself, she takes a deep breath and concentrates on the things she’d wanted to say to her departed friend, the reason she’d felt compelled to come here in the first place. 

“I wish I could have known you better. I wish you knew how much you were loved. I wish there was something… that would have made a difference.” And finally, “I wish you were still here.”

Standing up, Lucy presses her fingers to her lips and then to the carving of Steve on the headstone. 

“Sleep tight, sweet boy.”

#steve clark #steve clark fanfic #steve clark fanfiction #def leppard fanfic #def leppard fanfiction #one-shot #sad steve day #death

[dynamic-k]

How you doin'

I think I finally broke out of the Writer's Block!! Time to celebrate with a coffee!

I also started writing the next chapter of the Guessing Game, uhhhh, whoops, why has it taken me eleven days-

I am also making a lot of headway on the next Arc Two chapter, and I am so unbelievably excited to bring it to completion because more LOREEEE!! And more subtle things to decipher, hehehe

And other not-so-subtle things... Yeah...

And also, uhm, a certain mother of the Alcoholic Twins, *cough, cough* Mum Rum *cough, cough*

I need to keep my mouth shut, cursors...

Why do I let you all ask me things-

Next thing I know, I'll be explaining King's full motives in way too much detail... '= w =

ANYWAY

Yes, I am doing swell and well, and good mood. U v U

Even though the Alan Becker Minecraft server has been very captivating as of late, and I find myself not writing as much because I want to hang out with Alan Becker fandom people-

WHICH BY THE WAY

I am on that server a lot, as Dynamic_K, so feel so free to say Hi and whatnot, I love meeting you all. :D

And you may also call me Scarlett, I don't care a bit.

Golden Boy, I thiiiiink, is going to still take me a while, even though I've actually made really good headway for the first time since I made chapter 2. It's gonna be so long, lol. I wrote down the plot outline, for the most part, and I just need to fill in the actual words. (Some of which is already done, hence my prediction about the chapter being like 10,000+ words, lol)

Don't ask me about A Second's Tale just yet. That's still sitting on the backburner of my incredibly spacious Mind Stove, simmering every now and then as I slowly piece together how I want the plot to go. I NEVER HAD A SPECIFIC PLAN FOR THAT FIC, IT'S GETTING TRICKY-

I'll finish it all, eventually, though. I promise!! I never EVER abandon a fic.

That's like my motto at this point!

...besides the Second punnery, the "I don't believe I have the faintest notion what you're insinuating" and some other things I say often...

*cough*

Anyway!

Yeah, I think that's it for major updates.

Feel free to clarify more specific inquiries in mah Askity Boxity-

OH STICK

I JUST REALIZED I FORGOT TO POST MY "Idea Box"!!

I had an idea, hehe, about three weeks ago now, oops-

That I could-

OH, never mind, you'll see, I'll get that out soon.

SHUHHCE

I HAVE SO MANY THINGS TO DO, WHYYY

#Ask Scarlett #Super Sticks AU #Oh yeah I'm doing great /dead-serious