my dad thinks the concept of shipping is hilarious. my parents are cool, they know about my online presence, it's fine. dad doesn't scroll my blog or anything, though--he's usually too busy watching dubiously homoerotic pro wrestling clips or playing valheim--so his idea of shipping culture is bizarre

damn near every time I mention im working on a fic or piece of fanart, he gasps in hopeful anticipation and asks "tamatoa and heihei?!" and he always acts bitterly disappointed

no, dad. i'm not writing or drawing anything where a 50 foot crab and a literal chicken have any kind of relationship at all. you've been asking me to make this ship happen for almost nine years now and the answer has always been no. it's a running gag, of course, but--why would you even think of that?! what kind of shit do you think happens on ao3?!

I have decided to make my dad's vision a reality

behold

happy holidays. My dad is threatening to print this on a shirt

Op did he like it or did he love it

he says he's gonna wear it to work

#Joke asides, this is actually important

I have made some memes to commemorate the day

as a certified guinness pour expert, i can only say: nooo noooo noooooo lads, not this way

I would like to report a crime, but I don't talk to cops.

what a shot sheeeesh

Does it a good goal if it goes through the goalie like a bullet?

Stumbled across this public post about this from the person who made the dress.

hold on let me google something

what the fuck

fantasy is when currency is referred to as "gold" and sci fi is when currency is referred to as "credits"

Not to be that person, but if you remember this, how's that newfound back pain going for ya babe

PHRASE ADDED!