#word crimes

[mcnostril]

Only the mightiest can handle the fearsome power of words.

#mcnostril #goblin #gabi groble #strongest goblin #word crimes #comics

[queenrepent]

this image goes so hard. and for what

#weird al #word crimes #instagram screenshots #winter.jpeg #i will admit. he looked pretty handsome here

[weirdalyoutubecomments]

#HE WHAT #weird al #youtube comments #word crimes #suggestive

[eelfuneral]

HunTechfic concept: Hunter and a brainwashed Tech having an “I know you’re in there” fight, with Hunter desperately trying to remind Tech of their feelings for each other and being afraid to hurt Tech too badly.

#clone ship #HunTech #word crimes

[lorecrimes]

the worst crime of all, however, is treating the massive gaping hole in Iridikron's chest with a clear exit wound through his back as just something that's always been there for as long as he's been an Incarnate, without explanation, despite the other Incarnates not having similar injuries or exposed cores. There was SO MUCH POTENTIAL for something cool, and then the author was like, "no."

BRUH are you kidding me. it's baffling that they finally write a compelling villain again and then proceed to squander every possible opportunity to deliver on even a single ONE of the threads they dangled in front of us in game for the past year. like what is the point of the novels if you aren't going to give us the story

#there was so much promise... I had hope #guess that was my first mistake #his dragon form HAS NO ARMS BECAUSE HES GOT A HUGE DAMN HOLE IN HIS CHEST #like I thought that was A Thing? #thank you once again for your service tho #nzoth-the-corrupter #word crimes

[reine-du-sourire]

Word Crimes by Weird Al Yankovic should be Riddler's theme song. Or his cell ringtone.

It's just so him.

#batman #riddler #edward nygma #edward nigma #weird al yankovic #weird al #word crimes

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

Hi my name is Maximillian Nonus Smythe Acanthos and I have a long family history of important mages (that’s how I got my name) with Masters and politicians that reaches back eight generations and quick brown eyes like searchlights of knowledge and a lot of people tell me I look like a stretched-out mannequin (AN: If u don’t know what that is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Alania Miratova but I wish I was because she is a major fucking inspiration. I’m a legacy mage but my friends are diverse and loved. I have pale white skin. I’m also a mage, and I go to a magic school called Skolala Refujeyo in Pakistan where I’m of Apprentice rank (I’m sixteen). I’m a scientist, in case you couldn’t tell, and I wear mostly orange. I love my family’s high-class tailoring services and I get most of my clothes from there. For example, today I was wearing a long orange day robe tailored perfectly to my body, sensible day shoes and a small hip bag to carry my fetish and various magical tools. I was wearing a pair of high-end reading glasses and my goatee was perfectly waxed. I was walking in the vast, mazelike tunnel network of the school. It was cramped and chilly and there was no sun, which I was happy about. A lot of legacy mages from rival families stared at me. I put my middle finger up at them.

#word crimes

[starbuggers-for-fun]

2 times in 1 day. I must not have a life.

#red dwarf #arnold rimmer #rimmer #red dwarf edit #chris barrie #weird al #word crimes #i just had a burst of inspiration

[kittttycakes]

“i just… adore you.” FOR THE PROMPT THING!!!!!!

Pairing: Morpheus x OFC x Hob Gadling

Contents: established relationship, unnamed she/her OFC, third person POV, implied smut, fluff, being disgustingly in love

Notes: Hey, they’re engaged in this one! This isn’t technically a Valentine’s related drabble, but they’re all very much in love, so it feels thematically appropriate.

Hob Gadling was not drunk. It was only that—well, it was the night of the stag do his friends had insisted on throwing, nothing wild, just a night at a pub he didn’t own, and everyone had insisted on buying him another round, and another, and before he knew it, his phone was in his hand, calling her, while his friends gently teased him in the background.

She answered after only a few rings, and he mentally congratulated himself on having the foresight to fumble his way to FaceTime rather than a voice call. It was late, but not quite so late that she would have fallen asleep, and she answered from their bed, propped against the pillows.

“Hob,” she said, amused. “I wasn’t expecting you.” Her other hand reached off screen—arranging the bedsheets?—and he tilted his phone closer to himself, cutting off any sight lines from prying eyes.

“Missed you,” he said, smiling at her. God, she was beautiful. And he was going to marry her, was going to wake up next to that face forever. Had he said that out loud, too?

She laughed softly. Perhaps he had. “I missed you too. Say hello to your friends for me.”

Dutifully, he relayed the message, and the chorus of hello’s that followed. In the lull, Hob took her in: the gentle fall of her hair, the soft pink of her cheeks, those eyes—

“Was that all?” she asked gently, still smiling. In the corner of the screen, Hob saw movement, and squinted, trying to puzzle it out.

“Hang on,” he said, fighting his way away from the table to an echo of good natured booing and whistles from his friends. “Need a cigarette,” he called back to them. He carried his phone with him, weaving his way out through the crowd to the sidewalk. “There. That’s better. Wanted to tell you—god. Luckiest man alive, that’s me. I just—adore you.”

She adjusted the angle of the camera, revealing Morpheus beside her. “Both of you,” he amended. It had to have been the fresh air, helping to clear his head, that made him realize that what he had taken for a slightly wrinkled t-shirt was, in fact, the bedsheet pulled up to her shoulders, and there was the sharp wing of Morpheus’s own bare shoulder—

“Having a good night?” he asked with a smile.

“I was simply keeping her company,” Morpheus replied. His hair was more disheveled than usual, Hob realized, and his mouth was—

“He told me I should answer it. You were thinking about us,” she said, letting the sheet fall slightly. She was still flushed pink, spreading down her neck and chest, below the sheet.

“Come home and join us.”

“But only if you want to—“

“I’m calling a cab.”

His friends would understand, he thought. What was the point in celebrating one last night as an unmarried man, when all he wanted was to be a married one? Hob would have married them both in front of everyone he knew if he could have, but not yet. Maybe in another hundred years. For now, in the waking world, he would stand next to her with Morpheus at his side, and if Morpheus were to mouth the vows along with him…no one had to know.

At the moment, he had a very pressing engagement to return home to.

#just french me up #morpheus x oc x hob gadling #dream of the endless x oc x hob gadling #morpheus x oc #hob gadling x oc #dream of the endless x oc #oc: grace talbot #let’s be honest it’s definitely her #word crimes #kittycakes writes

[nirahsaooc]

@lynmars79 , you might enjoy this if you haven't heard this particular Weird Al song.

#Weird Al Yankovic #Word Crimes #Youtube

[weird-al-song-tourney]

'Weird Al' Yankovic Song Tournament

Round 9

Word Crimes

Parody of "Blurred Lines" by Robin Thicke

The Alternative Polka

Polka medley of various pop songs of the time.

#mod toasty #weird al tournament #weird al #weird al yankovic #tournament #tumblr tournament #al yankovic #tumblr polls #bracket #music #mandatory fun #word crimes #music lyrics #music video #music poll #songs #Youtube #bad hair day #tumblr bracket #pop music #youtube #the weird al show

[simonoliverseville]

SIMON:

I read your email

It was fantastic

That was sarcastic

You still write like you’re classic

ALVIN:

Don’t bring classic me into this.

#simon seville #alvin and the chipmunks #alvin seville #song lyrics #lyric switch #cover #cover song #word crimes #weird al #alvinnn and the chipmunks #English language #grammar #aatc #i had to change that last lyric #this is perfect #spastic is so ableist:(

[weirdalyoutubecomments]

#weird al #youtube comments #word crimes

[krissiefox]

I think this song is a close second favorite of mine to Weird Al's "Word Crimes" in regards to songs about how painful and annoying it can be to read what people have written on the internet.

#homestar runner #strongbad #weird al #word crimes #grammer #spelling #punctuation #capitalisation

[myhusbandsasemni]

English word crimes that make me viscerally angry.

Lead. Is it lead or lead? In this context, you will never know

Also read and read

Dessert and desert. They’re too close. They are sinning

On a related note, sweet and sweat. DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH PAIN HAS BEEN CAUSED WHILE I WAS LEARNING WHICH ONE WAS SPELLED WHICH WAY!? THE TOLL ON MY MENTAL HEALTH!?

And I know this word prolly is French and not English, but it continues to disappoint me that Macabre is pronounced the way it is.

And why is epitome so hard? I pronounce it wrong every time.

#feel free to add your own #word crimes #whyyyy

[void-tiger]

doot doot doot. makin’ an oc. doot doo doot. gotta do word crimes~

[looks up baby names]

“Bleh. Bland. Too gendered. Oooof I’m not touching the issues with that one. Screw it. Nature names. I can always make her parents eccentric.”

#word crimes #writing wip sorta #yes this is related to my Rescue Tangent #no I’m not going to do much research on british stuff #like…how tuition and student aid works beyond a cursory. #nobody’s assigned Hob a university or college campus so I’m not gonna bother either #most of Fic is just gonna be around Fawney Rig anyway #…and I’m gonna say Alex Burgess pays very well (but absolutely uses intimidation and corruption to keep his dirty little secret) #sure he’s desperate enough to prey on students for work #but he also pays off the authorities and has hitmen #and makes all new guards sign a really draconian NDA #sooo…the ones who would care either…dissapear. or are intimidated into silence. have their lives ruined