brilliant puns

*Me banging two pots together at 2am*

Friendly reminder that Hunk built a Geiger counter for an unknown alien element ON THE SPOT.

Friendly reminder that Hunk figured out Galra tech/machinery ON THE SPOT to get to the yellow lion.

Friendly reminder that Hunk KNEW Rolo was not to be trusted BEFORE EVERYONE ELSE because of his STELLAR ENGINEERING SKILLS.

Friendly reminder that Hunk figured out how to TRANSLATE/BYPASS GALRA TECH/CODES using his knowledge of algorithms.

Friendly reminder that Hunk consistently provides EFFECTIVE STRATEGIES in battle.

Friendly reminder that Hunk can essentially figure out and fix ANY ALIEN MACHINERY.


FRIENDLY REMINDER THAT HUNK IS A MCFREAKING GENIUS.

“RED CARD FOR AINO FOR ALSO VIOLATING THE NO MEMES IN THE HOUSE RULE”

she was GETTING THERE she was going to do a bit involving “bi the way…” (or possibly “gettin’ bi with a little help from a friend” either way it would have been a BRILLIANT PUN THAT DEFINITELY NO ONE HAS EVER THOUGHT OF BEFORE)

Next on Halloween at Eden’s: Neil and Matt compete in a couples costume contest, get into a horse costume together, and Neil’s legs are too short to keep up with Matt’s stride, so they keep falling. Andrew is quoted wanting to shoot the “Lame horse.”

Here is the story where Stiles makes so many puns that Peter nearly dies of laughter. Watch for the cut, it’s over 2.5k words. Most of these puns come from the light of my life, @chilassa.


Stiles knew that he wasn’t the most subtle person to ever grace this earth. But compared to the Hale’s he was a fucking ninja.

He couldn’t believe that no one had figured out yet that they were actually werewolves. Real, actual, honest to god werewolves. That no one knew about.

Stiles really started to question this town’s intelligence.

It took him three days to suspect what they were and after the full moon on the eighth day of their acquaintance, he was convinced and had damning proof right there.

They were having deer for dinner. Deer and rabbit. When none of them were a hunter and no one in that house owned a gun. That in itself was suspicious enough, but then, to top it off, they also let Stiles see the carcass before they cut it into smaller bits.

And a torn out throat is not exactly the death a hunter, a human hunter, would inflict on some poor deer. Werewolves though…. They most definitely would.

Stiles had been suspicious before that though. Cora and Laura had roped him into some kind of friendship in less than a day, Stiles was still unsure how that actually happened, and even Derek seemed not to hate Stiles on sight, which was strange enough.

But they wouldn’t stop talking about how something, or even someone, smelled, they noticed people long before they even came in sight, they knew when someone was upset, and don’t even get Stiles started on all the touching. Though according to what he found online, scenting was more like it.

They were like a bull in a china shop and Stiles wondered how no one had figured it out yet.

And worse, how the Hale’s could think that they were subtle at all.

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Fate/Grand Order is getting its western release soon.
—-Even though the game is already really popular.
—-Even though the fact that the game has many western fans already is what allowed for a western release in the first place.
I’m still a bit nervous! 

It is impossible to tell how an audience of a different culture will react to your work after all. 
Things will get lost or changed in translation. This is inevitable.

For example, a way of addressing oneself that cannot be replicated simply isn’t conveyed.
For example, a line that doesn’t seem out of place in Japanese becomes a joke in English.
For example, a brilliant pun leaves the translators in despair.

“Why do you do this to us, Kinoko!”
“What have we ever done for you to make us suffer like this!”
”Why did you make Gilgamesh and Ozymandias talk like that!” 

The translators gather in front of my house with torches and pitchforks.
Their anger cuts through the cool night air like a sword.

anonymous asked:

My sister and I love your blog! My sister and I were up really late, and our sleep deprived minds were thinking what would Danse do if Hancock dared him to dance to Single Ladies.

Why thank you! We love ya too! <3 ~Lori

Hancock dares Danse to dance to “Single Ladies”

Hancock: C’mon, you know you want to do it!

Danse: For the last time, freak, I am NOT dancing to anything!

Deacon: You are wasting a brilliant pun, buddy.

Danse: I am not your “buddy”. And that song has nothing to do with me anyways!

Piper: I think you are pretty single…

Danse: I’m a man though!!

Hancock: …Then maybe if you had put a ring on it we wouldn’t be having this conversation!

Danse: …What

Hancock: What

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She’s beauty and she’s grace, she’s all over the place, she’s into puns and mature books, she’ll end you with her right hook

So I wrote a thing...

I don’t know what this is. I just had a wintershock scene in my head that wouldn’t stop and I just had to get it out. I kind of want to make it a multi chapter thing, but seeing as the only fan fiction I’ve ever written has been a OUAT one shot and now this, the task seems daunting. But anyway, hope y’all like it. God, this is nerve wracking. Unbeta’d, any hot messes are mine. 

UPDATE!!! This is now a multi chapter fic on AO3!

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There were exactly three things Darcy Lewis was prepared to cheerfully wake up for: homemade French toast, Christmas morning, and sex of the mind-blowing variety (subpar sex was met with her usual post-slumber grumpiness.) Loud, insistent knocking on her apartment door at 3am was decidedly not on that list, so it should come as no surprise that she let loose a rather feral growl as she rolled from her bed to seek out the source of the knocking. Darcy grumbled and stumbled her way to the front door, a hint of murder flashing in her eyes, before ripping the door open with a startling amount of violence from someone who could be solidly categorized as “civilian”.

“What. Do. You. Want,” she spit out, her eyes slowly focusing on the two blurry figures crowding the hallway outside her door.

“Uh…Darcy?”

Oh great. Of course. Who else would be here to see her in all her grumpy, rumpled glory but Captain Gloriously Handsome and…was that? Yep. Yep. Captain Glorious and his equally attractive, if utterly terrifying, bff superassassin, the Winter Beefcake.

Jesus, whyyyyy?

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