It’s finally happened.
After almost a decade on this site, I found another Tumblr user in the wild. I stopped to tie my shoe with rainbow laces this morning outside the silversmith at Colonial Williamsburg, and I heard it.
“I like your shoelaces.”
Oh. Oh no.
I responded the only way I could. “Thanks.” And then I reluctantly added, “I stole them from the president…and if that makes sense to you, I’m very sorry.”
The poor man, in full Colonial dress, stared at me for a long moment. And then burst into laughter. And said, “I haven’t thought about that in YEARS and this has never happened to me before.”
Yeah. Me neither. Not until today.
Tumblr rite of passage. Achievement unlocked.
that "OKAY SO" before someone u love starts infodumping........ most blessed feeling in the world
When a fic doesn’t fit my head canons but it’s well-written
♫ MIND GAME | Digimon Adventure: ED3
I just like the idea that Zane and Nya are RUTHLESS during snowball fights. Let the braincell holders go apeshit
Don’t tell me either of them haven’t dumped slush down someone else’s neck. There are no rules except for one. Win.
Asexual watching monster porn for the creature designs
You want to get off your computer
You want to get off your computer and go here.
Archeologist Assistant: “Amazing find, Professor! What type do you suppose they are?”
Professor, picking one up and biting it: “Sugar Cookie.”
Amazing paleo cookies
Honestly this reminds me of the Tom and Jerry episode where Tom fucking DIES and the only way he won’t be sent to Hell is if Jerry signs a paper saying he forgives Tom lmfao
Ok ok ok so hear me out. I've seen a lot of stories and prompts where the Joker is scared of Danny. But honestly? Big scary ghost? Whatever, doesn't phase him. He's seen scarier. He's done scarier. Try again.
But you know what has been actually proven to scare the Joker? The IRS. So imagine this man's utter horror when one day an IRS agent just appears in his hideout and lets him know that he still owes them money. The agent gives him a deadline to pay his remaining taxes then leaves.
Joker immediately starts scrambling. He needs to come up with this money fast. No way he's making an enemy out of the IRS. But before that, Johnny? Find my accountant and give him the most painfully funny death you can think of.
For the next few days, Joker is running around, trying to collect the remaining money that he owes but he still doesn't have enough. As the IRS agent so helpfully reminds him every time he shows up.
On the day of the deadline Joker is still just short of what he owes so he pulls out his trump card. Begging.
That's how Batman finds one deranged clown killer on his hands and knees begging for a loan or at the very least some protection and he is utterly confused. It's at that moment when a young man appears out of nowhere.
"I'm sorry. It looks like you still haven't paid all of your taxes," he says in a frighteningly cheerful voice before he grabs the Joker by his collar and drags him into the shadows.