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hellshit-hall-of-ham · 10 months
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There seem to be enough ham puns that you can google ‘ham puns’ and find websites dedicated to them
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Ok one more, Miguel O’Hare
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ramshackledtrickster · 9 months
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We know and love Meows Morales, Peter Porker, Pengwen Stacy, etc etc… now may I present: Miguel O’Hare-a
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thankstothe · 6 months
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Ok
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Ok, so we’re getting somewhere!! (^.^)
@hobiesgender @hadesdaughter2002 @lirulua
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Miles shifted slightly in his spot between Hobie and Pavitr, mask comfortably pulled over his face and staring down into the abandoned warehouse the Prowler had told them the meeting would be held. It was dark, darker than he’d thought it could get, and they weren’t talking because this was more of a stealth mission than anything else.
Across the way, and sticking to the side of the wall, Miles can see Peter B with Gwen. When they came up with the plan, Miles had had to act fast before he could end up getting partnered with the two of them. He’d taken up rank next to Hobie, holding his hand and stating loudly that he was going to be partnered with him no matter what. Prowler had blinked at them, over the building plans for the warehouse, before flatly telling him that he didn’t actually care how they divided themselves up. Gwen had looked a little heartbroken. Peter B looked sad, patting Mayday’s head softly.
Hobie had worked hard trying not to look thrilled. He had only partially succeeded.
What Prowler needed was…not exactly simple, but understandable. He’d explained to the Spider team about how his dad had died when he was younger (the only uncorrupted cop on the force, and lost his life because of it; Gwen had scoffed at that, quietly so that Prowler didn’t notice, and rolled her eyes, and so did Hobie, but Miles believed him), and his uncle had helped him and his mom get by. How Uncle Aaron had become the Prowler, and worked for Kingpin (“what the hell?” Miles had muttered to himself, and “shifted universes” Hobie had whispered back) until he got hurt. Badly. Bad enough to be out of commission for a while.
Miles-42 had discovered a part of his uncle’s secret while he was injured — namely, that his uncle had been the Prowler but not who he’d been working for. Not knowing what else to do, he’d donned the mask and turned to petty crimes, knowing that his family needed money and his uncle couldn’t help for the moment. He’d kept low, not wanting to get caught by anyone, but was eventually discovered by Kingpin; he’d been pulled (threatened) onto his payroll, right as his uncle got better, and was trapped there now.
“I just need help to get out,” he’d told them, “but Kingpin practically rules New York. His reach is literally everywhere.”
“So where, exactly, do we come in?” Hobie had asked, eyes narrowed down at him. The Prowler met his gaze head on, but didn’t say anything until Hobie continued. “How do we help you break out?”
“Fisk’s smart,” he said, smoothing out the edges of the architectural plans, “he’s not just in charge of Brooklyn, but Hell’s Kitchen and Manhattan as well. We’ve gotta get him at the secret meetings and gatherings of the underground.”
“And we think Kingpin is going to be at these secret meetings?” Peter B asked skeptically. “After you just said he was smart? That doesn’t sound so smart, honestly.”
“Fisk won’t be there, no.” The Prowler admitted. “But we’re not looking for him. Yet.”
“But we’re helping you get away from him.” Gwen said.
“We gotta hit him where it hurts first.” He said, sounding just a tad impatient. “Fisk doesn’t show up at these meetings, of course not, he’s far too smart for that. What we need to do is capture this guy first.” He slapped a picture down, showing a smaller man with brown hair and glasses. “James Wesley, Fisk’s right hand man. We get him isolated and alone, we can get to Fisk that way.”
“What exactly do we do with him once we get him alone?” Margo asked, staring down at the picture with a frown. “Where are we supposed to take him? If Fisk’s reach us as long as you say, he’s got the entire force in his pocket, right? Wesley would be given right back to Fisk, no questions asked.”
“What if we put him in one of your gadgets?” Noir said, and Margo shot him such an unimpressed look that Miles practically felt it in his soul. “Like at the Spider Society?”
“Oh, come on, even Noir?” Mikes couldn’t help saying, and Gwen shot him a look this time, sort of like is now really the time, Miles?, to which Miles sort of glared at her a little bit, and Gwen glanced away with a small blush.
“No, but that’s a good idea.” Margo said, “if I could create a small portable force field, we could trap Wesley in that and keep him with us for now. He won’t have electric powers that would blow the barrier out. Will he?” That was directed at Prowler!Miles, who shook his head.
“Wesley’s got nothing far as I know.” He said, “he’s just hella smart and hella loyal. You won’t get any information outta him, and he won’t turn on Fisk to save his life.”
“We don’t need him to.” Hobie said, scratching the side of his face. “Apparently, we just need him out of the way long enough to get to Fisk.”
“And his family.” Prowler added, and the entire Spider team groaned in unison. “His wife, Vanessa, she’s almost like the driving force behind Wilson’s goals. It’s sort of like he had the will and the drive, and the goal, and Vanessa encourages him where he needs it. Convinced him he’s doing the right thing, whether he is or not. Take her out of the picture, it makes Kingpin lose focus.”
“So right hand man, wife, then Fisk.” Hobie listed, and the Prowler nodded firmly. “Sounds a blast, mate. When do we start?”
“There’s a meeting tonight.” Prowler said, and pointed to the building plans. “And this is where it’s gonna be.”
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punskina · 2 months
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Return of pastel Kent
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sportsandlaughs · 1 month
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laterisers · 2 years
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i'm trying to make an animatic and these shots are sooo cute
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kipper-the-dog · 1 year
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Saw @carehounds tertiary’s and wanted to sketch Dandy with his mane puffed up like a lion!
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astercontrol · 7 months
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I did it.
I've damned my soul
The various demons/(daemons?) in my head have WON.
Specially you, Dr. Seuss Subroutine.
You got an actual Doctor/Zuse story.
Hope you're happy.
Hope you're exorcised/(exercised?) enough, now.
Flynn lives. Tron lives. Ram lives. Zuse lives. Castor lives.
JUST THIS ONCE, EVERYBODY LIVES.
Now.... let me be.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/50089666
(AAAAAAA
IT ENDED IN 666 
I FEEL LIKE I WON A LOTTERY OR SOMETHING)
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snowshinobi · 9 days
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controversial hamlet opinion several hundred years late but guys let's face it: hamlet adores the sound of his own voice. so much he breaks the fourth wall to ramble. he fully commits to the visual presentation of grief. head to toe black. his own mother, wife of the dead man, asks hamlet to tone it down. he refuses. hamlet pretends to go insane so he can investigate his dad's suspected murder out in the open. he sets up a play WITHIN HIS OWN PLAY to give his shitty uncle the heebie-jeebies.
guys. hamlet is having fun. oh he's in agony, unequivocally: he grows numb to his friends as he realizes he cannot trust anyone. he loses his grip on his identity, his truth -- maybe he is truly mad after all, no act. he falls prey to the same murderous betrayal he set out to solve in the first place. his own story eats him.
but GUYS. hamlet had fun. despite everything.
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hellshit-hall-of-ham · 10 months
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roylustang · 1 year
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miri is right—supermarket hamburg IS the best
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the-punforgiven · 2 years
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Videogames could offer me the widest and most varied selections of guns in any fictional medium and I still would have the most fun using the Obligatory Melee Weapon, I'm sorry I know what I like and it ain't any of this firearm business
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viejospellejos · 2 years
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Ham Solo
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turquoiseaardvark · 29 days
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Guy Am I the Aardvark.
Sam I Am the Rabbit.
Based on Netflix's characters.
Based on characters by Dr. Seuss
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