I smell Bacon

[arcadiaquest]

[picsthatmakeyougohmm]

hmmm

[markocomics]

Sometimes I get these really dumb comic ideas and I think I just need to get them out of my system

[betweenbeatriceandbaudelaire]

Greek Mythology by fdasuarez // Support the artist

[ren-nolasco]

[awlwren]

[id: a pair of images on a dark background, each showing clasped hands with text on scrolls just beyond the wrists of each hand. The first image is colored in shades of blue, with ripples, bubbles, and reflections surrounding the hands that suggest water. Both hands are neat and clean and have neat suit cuffs around the wrists. The scrolls read, “Don’t you leave him,” on top, and “Samwise Gamgee” on bottom. The second image has the hands mirrored vertically, so that the hand with its back to us is now reaching up, and is colored in reds, oranges, and yellows, with a flame motif around the hands and burning the scrolls. The wrists are bare and the hands are bloody, more so on the hand reaching up, which is missing the index finger - the source of the blood. The scrolls read, “And I don’t” on top and “mean to” on bottom.]/end id.

[penny-anna]

Concept: Sam finds out elves can die of sadness, gets very concerned, starts doing his best to make sure Mr Legolas is happy all the time just in case

[penny-anna]

This causes a terrible dilemma when Legolas expresses that he’d prefer not to be addressed as Mr Legolas and Sam doesn’t want to risk upsetting him but also that goes against everything he knows.

[enide-s-dear]

‘Mr Highness Greenleaf sir’

[penny-anna]

Mr Greenleaf, sir? Mr Green? Mr Leaf?

[sheofthetea]

*Legolas and Gimli fighting, as usual* 

Sam: Stop! STOP! You leave Mr L- Elf alone, Mr Gimli!

Legolas: Why, thank you, Sam. You see, Gimli? Your dwarven rudeness has even upset Sam-

Sam, sobbing: He can’t take such a talking to, Mr Gimli! He’s such a sensitive soul. Much more of that and he’ll be dead by morn!

Legolas: 

[penny-anna]

Aragorn: Sam, don’t worry. it takes a lot more sorrow than that to kill an elf

Sam: but these are really sad times

Aragorn: excuse me

Sam: we’re all very upset all the time because of the quest. what if something small is what pushes him over the edge

Aragorn: it doesn’t work like that-

Legolas, genuinely panicked: what if it works like that??

Aragorn: I’m sure it doesn’t

Legolas: he had a point I AM very upset all the time

Gandalf: Legolas I assure you no elf has ever died like that

Legolas: NOT YET THEY HAVEN’T

Legolas & Sam: *both panicking*

[darkestelemental616]

the Fellowship has one brain cell and Aragorn is currently the only one using it

[bakwaaas]

‘relationships are work’ means ‘you have to put effort into loving each other intentionally & learning how to love each other and communicating properly’ not ‘your relationship makes you feel stressed and sad most of the time & the other person disrespects you and treats you bad but you stay anyway’

[lightweightkate]

I’ve been cackling about this for like five minutes now

[uncharacter-istically]

[Video caption:

O-okay, let’s get into this, shall we?

*grumbling* Would you rather work for Lex Luthor or the Joker- *shouting* Lex Luthor, by like, a fucking mile!

Yes, yes, working for Lex Luthor is basically like being an Amazon employee that makes weapons of mass destruction, which is bad. Lex is like Donald Trump mixed with Mark Zuckerberg mixed with Jeffrey fucking Bezos, it’s not a great mix. He does not treat his henchmen well. Their lives still suck, and they are probably monitored on how long they take piss breaks for.

But let’s analyze what working for Lex Luthor is like versus the fucking Joker. With Lex you probably get a dental plan, a health plan, a paycheck, and the guy that you’re fighting really cares about human life. Superman will hit you just long enough to knock you out, so you’re not a treat, so he can stop the problem.

If you work for the Joker, your payment is you’re not fucking dead. You say one wrong thing? Bang. You don’t laugh at his jokes? Bang! You do laugh at his jokes? Bang! You think Joker gives a fuck about a henchman?

Who’s Lex Luthor’s right-hand-man? It’s a woman, you sexist, her name is Mercy, she’s awesome. Who’s Joker’s right-hand-man? Bob? Nah, he’s dead. Harley? Tried to kill her multiple times. Slappy? Who the fuck is Slappy?

The best case scenario of working for the Joker is that you fight the fucking Batman! And that presents its own fucking list of problems. If you stop Superman as a Lex Luthor henchman, Lex’ll be pissed, but he’ll be at least happy that Superman was caught. If you stop Batman as a Joker henchman, you better have a fucking coffin picked out yesterday.

This isn’t a fun hypothetical question, this is a screening technique that the doctors at Arkham use to determine your mental health! There is a right and a wrong answer to this question, and the correct one is Lex fucking Luthor. Thank you for coming to my fucking Ted Talk, have a nice day.

End caption.]

[loveitorreblogit]

Bitch neither I work for Wayne Industries, they got better offers than work these clowns:

[wearepaladin]

Fighter: Halt, evildoer!

Rogue: “Halt, evildoer!”? When did we start talking like that?

Fighter: We're adventurers. That's how adventurers talk.

Rogue: No, that's how Paladin talks.

[depressioncomix]

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[zwischenstadt]

honestly this is one of the best reflections of why I’ve been losing my fucking mind lately

[kalofi]

forever thinking of the time i just wanted to know how long i could go without sleeping and google autofilled it to “in minecraft” without me realizing. you can imagine my shock and horror until i read the website title

[bankaizen-deactivated20250613]

dani rojas appreciation (*￣3￣)╭

[supersonicart]

Maldha Mohamed.

Astounding paintings that combine realism and texture by artist Maldha Mohamed, who lives and works in Maldives.

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[greenteabtch]

i miss rogues in da2. like in dai if youre an archer and someone gets too close youre pathetically side stepping away as they obliterate you but in da2 you get too close to sebastian and he just whips out a knife and starts slashing he didnt give a fuck

[hawkeish]

da2 mages being able to use their staves as blunt force weapons in melee combat was also *chef kiss* delicious

like yes Merrill!! body that Coterie thug with your big wooden stick!! mana? i don’t know her. i don’t need her. prepare to get concussion, bitch

[sniperct]

DA2 had the best and most fun combat of the series don’t @ me

[xekstrin]

when I publish my novel I want you all to swear to me that you’re going to write uncomfortably erotic fic about characters I didn’t intend to have sexual tension 

swear it

swear to me

[artevisiva]

[tagliatelle6]

😍😍😍😍

[writing-prompt-s]

One night, you decide to put your phone under your pillow. When you wake up in the morning, your phone is replaced by cash totaling what you paid for your phone. Turns out the tooth fairy takes more than just teeth.

[gwen-tolios]

You regret the loss if your phone, of course, but the tooth fairy gave you brand new market price and so you bought a new one with the cash and pocketed the rest.

You experiment. Sticking items under your pillow is better than the hassle of Facebook marketplace.

She doesn’t take the plastic plate set you’ve tried to sell for weeks, but she takes a gold rimmed china saucer from your Grandma’s old set. You get brand new market value for it - from 1946 when it had been bought.

She ignores jeans and books, but trades for spoons and costume jewelry. The tooth fairy, you realize, is a bit of a magpie. If it’s a little bit shiny, she’ll give you cash.

You clear out the jewelry table at a garage sale, place them one by one under your pillow. The amount you get varies, but still is brand new market value of when the item was originally bought. Nothing more than $50, but that’s better than the $8 you bought it for.

After a few weeks, something changes. Your bank account isn’t as empty, your pillow is thicker. You take a nap, because sleeping on items isn’t the most comfortable. You wake up to a crinkle, a note next to your nose.

The writing is tiny, you need your phone’s magnifier to read it, but it turns out just as you’ve been using the tooth fairy, she wants to use you. She’s dropped off a list of wants; hints at a finder fee in cash or precious metals.

It’s specific, odd stuff. A clean dollar coin. A chandelier crystal. A reversible sequin pillow. Antique holiday ornaments. Photo hooks. All, you think, easy to get.

You sign her contact with purple sparkly gel pen and offer it as a freebie.