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hyakunana · 6 months
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Meanwhile, at Venigni Works (a direct sequel from this comic)
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dangerous-advantage · 8 months
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jin ling, having done some stupid shit: my uncle's gonna kill me!
lan sizhui, serenely: it's ok, your other uncle's a necromancer
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mellowthorn · 21 days
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conversations that are cute and funny when you read them the first time, but absolutely devastating on a reread
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mikavlcs · 1 year
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Pairing: Wednesday Addams x fem!reader
Summary: Despite being opposites, your and Wednesday’s relationship is great. There’s only one problem: you’re not very smart. 
Warnings: you’re stupid, a (bad) attempt at comedy, ooc!wednesday but you guys should be used to that
Word count: 1.1k
Notes: someone asked for a story about a dumb, bubbly reader, i tried my best to deliver. so i hope the anon that requested this enjoys<3
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Wednesday had never understood the phrase “opposites attract.”
Well, that wasn’t entirely true. She understood what it meant in a scientific context. Two like magnetic poles repel each other but opposite poles attract. Thus is the Force of Attraction. But she could never grasp what the laws of magnetism had to do with romantic relationships.
Until she met you.
She was introduced to you, rather hesitantly on her part, by Enid. You and Enid were twin flames, two peas in a pod, soul sisters—and all the other stupid phrases Enid used to describe your bond. 
You and Enid were inseparable which meant that you were virtually inescapable for Wednesday.
And she hated it at first—hated you, at first. You were similar to Enid personality-wise, but somehow you managed to be even more bubbly and upbeat than her living rainbow of a roommate.
Wednesday couldn’t stand the way you were always smiling, always waving at and greeting people in the halls or the quad. She despised the way you always complimented everyone around you, including Wednesday. She loathed the fact that your giggles were a constant presence in her life now. And most infuriatingly, she hated the fact that nothing she ever said could phase you.
None of her subtle jabs, scathing insults, or even her most vile threats could dampen your spirits. You were unbreakable in your vivaciousness and in a weird way, she respected that.
But over time, Wednesday came to realize that it wasn’t hatred that brewed in her gut whenever you smiled at her. It wasn’t disgust that painted her cheeks a nearly imperceptible shade of red when you complimented her.
No, it was something else. Something downright reprehensible.
Wednesday…liked you.
She was positively repulsed at first (and to a degree, she still was) but she begrudgingly accepted these feelings and even embraced them when you confessed to experiencing the same terrible affections for her.
So over the months, she got used to your cheerfulness. She adapted to your compliments, your hugs, handholding, cheek kisses, and all the other sickening forms of affection you showed her.
(She would never, under any circumstances admit it, but she dared to say that she even began to enjoy them. Disgusting.)
The only problem she had was that you were…well…not the smartest. Like, at all.
It honestly astounded Wednesday how inept you could be at times. One time in class the teacher was showing a documentary about cavemen and about twenty minutes in, you leaned over and whispered, “How did they get the cameras back there if they hadn’t been invented yet?”
Wednesday could only stare.
She had been cooking with you once, teaching you how to make a traditional Addams family recipe and it called for a pinch of salt. You turned and, completely serious, asked, “Do the measurements of a pinch vary by hand size?”
It was one of the very few times in her life that Wednesday had been rendered completely speechless.
There were other, smaller things you said in passing sometimes that baffled her.
“Wednesday, if you eat peanuts really fast it tastes like peanut butter!”
“Hey, Wen, wouldn’t it be cool if Halloween was on Friday the 13th this year?”
“Wednesday, how do the birds not get confused during daylight savings time?”
It was truly mystifying.
Wednesday couldn’t help but wonder if her insults only never affected you because you simply didn’t understand them.
Surprisingly though, your intellectual inferiority was not a deal breaker for Wednesday. She usually prided herself on not wasting her time with what she deemed the lesser of her species, but with you it was different.
She would even say that, at times, she found it…somewhat cute.
(She shivered in despair the first time she caught herself mentally using that revolting word. The effect you had on her was truly disparaging.)
But that didn’t stop it from being bewildering and even worrying at times, no matter how comical it could be.
Wednesday figured that she would one day happen upon you endangering your life in some way—not on purpose, but because you simply didn’t even realize that you were doing something unsafe.
And, well, she was right.
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Saturdays were quickly becoming Wednesday’s favorite day of the week.
The two of you had a tradition where you would go to the Weathervane every Saturday morning for a coffee outing then spend the rest of the day in Jericho together. You insisted on calling them “Saturday coffee dates” which Wednesday never approved of, but she didn’t have the heart to tell you to stop.
Like usual, Wednesday went to pick you up from your dorm but, unlike usual, you didn’t answer.
A pang of worry crept up in her stomach, but she pushed it down, deciding to search your dorm to see if you were around anywhere. And indeed, you were.
She found you in the small dorm kitchen. You looked to be fiddling with something—a toaster maybe—and Wednesday went to greet you but you moved over, granting her full view of what was happening. Wednesday’s eyes widened at the sight before her.
You were trying to get something out of the toaster…with a metal fork.
Wednesday immediately ran over and snatched the fork out of your hands. “What are you doing?”
“I-My toast is stuck. I was trying to get it out,” you explained slowly, glancing back and forth between Wednesday and the toaster.
“With a fork?!” She nearly shouted.
“…Yes?” You sounded genuinely perplexed by the panic Wednesday was displaying. Wednesday heaved a sigh.
“Listen,” she began slowly, “you can’t put metal in the toaster because it could cause a short circuit. If that happens, you will get an electric shock or even start a fire. It is extremely dangerous.”
Your eyes widened in realization, mouth dropping open as you leaned your head back. “Ohhhh, yeah I forgot about that.”
Wednesday said nothing, her disbelieving gaze boring into you. You shrunk.
“I-um, thank you. For stopping me,” you sputtered and looked away, cheeks darkening in shame. Against her will, Wednesday’s demeanor softened.
“You’re welcome. Now, how about you leave that,” she looked pointedly at the toaster, “here and I will buy you something to eat at the Weathervane.”
You brightened up instantly. “Really?”
“I wouldn’t have suggested it if I wasn’t serious about it.”
Wednesday felt her lips tug upwards at the way you clapped in excitement.
“Let’s go!” you squealed, your prior shame forgotten as you dragged Wednesday out of the kitchen by the hand.
Wednesday noted how you didn’t drop her hand once you entered the hall, instead interlacing your fingers together while you gleefully greeted every student that passed. The smaller girl was busy glaring at the people you greeted (a balancing act) when you looked back at her.
“I know I’m not the brightest knife in the drawer, but you still love me,” you giggled as you skipped down the halls, swinging your intertwined hands happily.
Wednesday couldn’t even bring herself to correct you.
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neptunym · 1 year
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ms paint doodles for @post-it-notes7 's fic series, heart and soul. i highly recommend it to anyone that either likes the kirby anime or meta knight bc it's a delight to read :]
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heynhay · 10 months
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(coughing, spitting up blood) they got me…..they fucking got me……………
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strawglicks · 3 months
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love when flint tries to be confident it is so awkward but it makes you wanna root for him . likes yessss go fireboy go
bonus quotes of them being condescending . being straight up mean in an attempt to have some kind of confidence . mean flint yay
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catzgam3rz · 21 hours
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I’ve been playing a lot of Ace Attorney lately so have some them
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princehoneytea · 11 months
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(oc) silly guy
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mad-c1oud · 4 months
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was trying to figure out why my fic a letter to your old address was getting hella kudos out of nowhere and well uh
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I see
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sonic-adventure-3 · 1 year
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exploding rn
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ihateornithologists · 1 month
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someone needs therapy ig
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menlove · 2 months
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I have some bad news for you about hitler & stalin & mao & castro and-
also I just genuinely want to know from antitheists: what makes war waged over religion inherently Worse than war waged over politics? both end in senseless loss of life over ideology. both are used as a tool and a weapon. one genocidal maniac believing in god(s) and another not does not make a material difference in them being a genocidal maniac.
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As a Zipporah, I need to know which one is more popular.
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synthshenanigans · 5 months
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Finally has been a full year since I started listening
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Fuckin hate that guy eugh
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