#Mr. Cardboard

[fretbored34]

Tbf this meme is far superior than any window

[ratatatastic]

"A little chirpin' going on here from Tkachuk. He's still yelling at the bench, 'Hey, that's what you get! That's what you get!' And it was Hagel who got wacked along the wall, and it was Hagel that he was yelling at for the most part. [...] Yep! There's Tkachuk, he is loving it. This is his kind-of game." "Hagel obviously leaking over there on the Lightning bench. He laid a big hit on Barkov in the opening minutes of this one."

"Welp, they got the upper hand right now and Tkachuk being who he is, he's taking advantage of that. But that sets the table for tommorow night, and he dun care about that. He will be more than happy to have it go that way. See, he's still—" Matthew: That's what you get! All of that! [?] "He's talking about how sorry you're gonna be. He's talking to Guentzel and a couple other guys. Just setting the table for tommorow." "Oh, man! He is not letting up down there is he?" "Nope!"

"That's what you fucking get. That! (referring to the Kuli on Hagel hit that caused Hagel to go to the bench) That's what you fucking get."

florida panthers @ tampa bay lightning | 12.22.24

[nobody-did-nothing-wrong]

So I know we’re all obsessed with like the stream crash and Athena (beloved)

WAS NO ONE GOING TO TALK ABOUT THE ‘where is he’ ‘where is he’ IN LEGENDARY????

We don’t even have King yet and I’m going to be feral when it comes out

[trashyswitch]

Mr. Puzzles Deserves Some Christmas Spirit

Mr. Puzzles is trying to take down SMG4. But knowing Christmas is closer to coming, SMG4 tries to come up with a more...innocent way to take down Mr. Puzzles. And it's not anything violent...

This fanfic was for @anxious-lee-ler on Tumblr. I hope you enjoy!!!

SMG4 was searching through the basement, looking for some Christmas decorations. It was nearing Christmas, meaning the group could decorate their place. SMG4 moved himself through the Christmas stuff, moving little bags of wrapping paper, bins of tinsel and boxes of decorations out of the way. But there seemed to be a problem: SMG4 couldn’t find their new christmas tree! 

He knew it had to be here somewhere. He had just bought the fake tree a month ago! How could a giant box go missing so fast?!  

But SMG4 was pulled out of his thoughts as he heard a shuffling sound. Surprised, SMG4 widened his eyes and froze in place. Fearing the worst, he turned around. “H-Hello?” SMG4 called out. 

The man listened for a sound…any sound…But only came up with nothing. So, SMG4 went back to searching. 

SMG4 moved a couple more boxes towards the ladder. These boxes had the tree ornaments they had managed to save from the rubble of the old castle. Though there were ornaments missing (for obvious reasons) and a couple of them had been broken, SMG4 still salvaged them, and hoped to put them onto the new christmas tree. 

The man had just managed to place another ornament box down onto the ground, when he heard some more shuffling. SMG4 stopped searching and quickly looked around to see if he could catch anything moving. But as he suspected, nothing was behind him. Poor SMG4 mentally began to hope he was just hearing things…

Hopefully it isn’t Depresso the clown and his rat friends again…They had been a menace the first time, and he knew Depresso and the rats were hidden somewhere underground. Where though, he had no clue. And he had no desire to find out. 

SMG4 slowly returned to searching, though he kept an eye on any more sounds. He moved one box, and then looked behind him. He moved another two boxes, and checked behind him again. He moved two more boxes, and checked behind him. 

It was only this third check that SMG4 FINALLY saw a black shadow moving behind him. The creature looked…slender and skinny? 

SMG4 widened his eyes. So there IS a creature moving around down here! His ears aren’t deceiving him! But…With that in mind, who was it?! 

SMG4 narrowed his eyes and moved himself towards the area the shadow had run off to. Fearing the worst, SMG4 opened a box and picked up an empty cardboard tube. Though it wouldn’t do much damage, it should surprise the person if he hit them across the head with it. 

SMG4 slowly moved his way up to the corner, nervously holding up the cardboard roll like a baseball bat. His hands were shaking, and he looked nervous. On one hand, he was NOT in the mood to deal with any shadows lurking in the basement. But on the other hand…SMG4 HAS to figure out what’s down here! If he doesn’t, then who knows what’ll happen! 

Slowly, he walked up to the low tower of boxes, and peered over the other side. Let’s see what this creature is. 

Suddenly, a light turned on! 

Wait! That’s no light! That’s a SCREEN!

“WELL, WELL, WELL!” The screen suddenly declared, jumping out of his hiding spot and into the open area. “Well, look who it is!” The shadow cheered happily. 

“AAH!” SMG4 hit the shadow on the head with the cardboard roll. 

“It’s- Ow!” The screen jumped back slightly. “Hey!” SMG4 widened his eyes, noticing as the creature stumbled back. So it DOES work…

“Welcome to-” SMG4 whacked him again. “OW!” The creature fell back a bit, before shaking its TV head and looking at him. “Ahem…My apologi- Ow!” The creature yelped as he was whacked with the roll again. “SMG4- OUCH! Stop it!” The creature held out his hand to block it. “Now hold on-” The roll smacked him on the hand this time. “OW!” The creature reacted, holding the back of his hand. “Geez, you’re strong!” The person reacted. 

SMG4 pointed to the creature. “What are you doing here?!” SMG4 asked. “I thought I got rid of you!” He reacted. 

“Ooooh, SMG4…” The creature’s screen grew staticky as its face grew deranged. “You really think a few hits can bring me down?” 

WHACK! 

“Get back, Puzzles!” SMG4 yelled at him. 

“Ow!” The creature rubbed the side of its TV head. “Though you have a strong hand, I’ll give you that.” The creature admitted. 

“Stay back, Mr. Puzzles!” SMG4 warned. “Or I’ll destroy you again!” He threatened. 

“Oh, SMG4…” The creature leaned in. “Don’t you know it’s christmas time?” The creature laughed. “The time for joy! And excitement! A time for giving! And opening presents!” The creature cheered. “And depending on your religion, a time to celebrate and take a much-needed rest!” The creature mentioned. 

SMG4 widened his eyes for a moment, pausing…Only for him to reel back the cardboard roll again. But Mr. Puzzle’s finger moved up to Four’s face. “Ah ah ah~” He wiggled his finger. “Christmas isn’t the time for violence~” Mr. Puzzles warned. “You wanna get presents from the big man in the north pole, don’t you?” Mr. Puzzles asked him, pointing to the ceiling. 

SMG4’s face softened slightly. As much as he hated it, Mr. Puzzles had a point. If SMG4 wants presents this year, then he needs to be smart about this. No violence. Something merciful to keep Mr. Puzzles in line…At least until Christmas is over. 

But with that in mind, what can he do?!

“Aaah, I see you’re lowering your weapon!” Mr. Puzzles reacted. “What a wonderful start!” He cheered happily. “Now: if you still want to beat me down, I would like to see what ‘passive’ options you come up with.” Mr. Puzzles leaned in with an excited face. “Indulge me, Four!” 

SMG4 had to admit…He had no ideas. Not yet, anyway. How does one inflict pain in a way that doesn’t hurt the person? There’s no such thing as that! …Right? 

SMG4 began to think carefully. 

“Oooh, we’ve got a thinker on our hands. Please, take your time. And make it count!” Mr. Puzzles announced. 

SMG4 thought for a few more moments. Would teasing count as a ‘naughty’ thing to do? Surely yes, right? So that’s off the table. What about a pillow fight? As fun as that would be, SMG4 feared ending up on the naughty list because he broke Mr. Puzzle’s glass face. Maybe in the future. But for now? No pillow fights. 

Gosh…this was proving to be tough. 

“Tough choice, huh SMG4?” Mr. Puzzles teased. “Well, no need to worry! We have several hours, and many days until Christmas!” Mr. Puzzles declared. “Which means, plenty of time to come up with my doom!” 

SMG4’s eyes suddenly widened as an idea filled his head. 

Mr. Puzzles noticed this reaction immediately. “Oh?” He reacted. “Does someone have an idea?” He asked. 

SMG4’s face morphed from shock, to pure mischief in a matter of seconds. This facial change alone, made Mr. Puzzles nervous. Did he do it? If so, what did he come up with? Is it gonna hurt? Will it be psychologically scarring? What kinda punishment could SMG4 have come up with?! 

“It looks like I DO have an idea.” SMG4 declared, in a rather smug tone. “Something…Almost no one would’ve thought of. Something that perhaps, Santa may approve of.” SMG4 taunted him. 

Little droplets of sweat filled Mr. Puzzle’s face. Uh oh…He didn’t like that response. Something told him this was NOT gonna be fun…Maybe fun for SMG4, but not for himself. 

“I just have a small question to ask you:” SMG4 told him with a big smirk on his face. “Are you ticklish?” 

Mr. Puzzle’s TV face morphed from fear, to confusion…to horror in a matter of seconds. “Wh- HUH?!” Mr. Puzzles backed up slightly. “I-I-” 

“What’s the matter, Mr. Puzzles? Wasn’t what you expected?” SMG4 asked him with a chuckle. 

Mr. Puzzles stared at him, and took another step back. “D-Don’t you dare.” He warned. 

“Don’t dare what?” SMG4 asked. 

“I-” Mr. Puzzles tried to run away, but ended up tripping on a box behind him. “Uh OH!” Mr. Puzzles yelped as he fell onto his back. “Ow-!” Mr. Puzzles shook his head and held it, before widening his eyes at the white and blue man standing right beside him. 

“Took a little tumble?” SMG4 asked with a spongebob-like smirk. “Don’t worry. This’ll be over as soon as you promise to not cause trouble this christmas.” SMG4 told him, cracking his knuckles backwards. 

“I won’t bother you during christmas! I promise!” Mr. Puzzles tried to protest. 

“Oh, I know. But I need to be sure.” SMG4 started off tickling the closest side to him. 

Mr. Puzzles jumped and yelped, before actively lifting SMG4’s hands off him. Just for a moment, SMG4 looked shocked. But that surprised face quickly reverted to calm as he moved his hands back. “Fine. Looks like I’ll have to go for the armpits next.” SMG4 declared, scooting himself up to his chest and shoulders. 

“NO!” Mr. Puzzles shrieked and tightened his arms against his sides. “NO. You’re NOT!” 

SMG4 widened his eyes slightly, before carefully lifting up Mr. Puzzle’s arm himself. Surprisingly, Mr. Puzzles’ strength was very…weak right now. Because SMG4 was perfectly able to grip and lift up his arm with no problem. Looks like Meggy’s work out routine is helping him! “H-Hey!” Mr. Puzzles grunted and tried to lower his arm. But for some reason, SMG4’s strength was overpowering him! How in the world?! 

“Well, isn’t this a funny day?” SMG4 reacted with a chuckle, before shoving his fingers into Mr. Puzzle’s underarm. 

“NOOO!” Mr. Puzzles squealed and shrieked, as he tried to squish Four’s fingers under his arms. But SMG4’s strength, mixed with his lack-of strength, was making SMG4 overcome whatever stood in his way. Or rather, whoever stood in his way. 

SMG4 weaved his fingers deeper in and started digging and fluttering his fingers. 

Mr. Puzzles shrieked and guffawed, squeezing his eyes shut as he did all he could to keep his laughter in. “N-NO! S-STOPIT!” 

“Poor Puzzles…Is someone unable to handle the tickles? We barely started!” SMG4 reacted. 

“Y-YEHES!” Mr. Puzzles squeaked and shook his head. “Well, I don’t know if you noticed…But you’re telling me yes, and your head is telling me no. So which one is it?” SMG4 asked somewhat casually. 

“SH-SHUHUT UP!” Mr. Puzzles grunted as he tried his hardest to keep his laughter from escaping his TV speakers. 

SMG4 was smirking as he heard bits of laughter slowly escaping the man’s speakers. “If you let out the laughter, then-” SMG4’s words trailed off as he observed the buttons on Mr. Puzzle’s TV head. “Hmmm…I wonder…” 

“W-Whaha?” Mr. Puzzles looked up at SMG4, showing slight confusion amidst his attempts to stop his laughter. 

SMG4 reached his other free hand over to the buttons. Looking down, SMG4 quickly notices Mr. Puzzle’s widening eyes. He places a finger onto a button first. 

“H-HEY!” Mr. Puzzles reached up, but jumped as the finger pushed down on the button. Just a single press of the button made him squeak. 

SMG4 looked surprised as well. “Oh wow…” He reacted, moving to another button. 

This one appeared to be the volume dial…Cause when he touched it, he quickly noticed the jump and giggle from the TV villain. “STAHAP! Ohoho gohod- Nahahat thehere! Nahahahaha!” And when he turned the dial, his laughter seemed to increase! “Hehehey! StahapstOPSTOPNO! GAHAHAHAHA!” 

This shocked SMG4! It looked like Mr. Puzzles’ laughter seems to move up in volume whenever he turned the dial back and forth! Just like a real TV, Mr. Puzzle’s laughter would increase in volume whenever he increased the volume! 

Which, I guess that makes sense if you think about it. But he never would’ve known if he didn’t try. This made him wonder: What if SMG4 turned the dial the other way? Curious, SMG4 turned the dial the other way to make the volume go down a few pegs. 

“eEEK! STAHAHAP! THIHIhihis ihis sohoho mehehehean!” Mr. Puzzles reacted, his speaker volume going down somewhat. 

Huh…Alright. So the volume dial works just fine. This brings even MORE questions! What about the dial below this one? “Nonono! Stop! Stay away from that!” Mr. Puzzles tried to order. 

Still curious, SMG4 moved his hand to the other dial. He touched it, making Mr. Puzzles jump with surprise. And then, SMG4 started turning it clockwise. 

*Click, click*

“NOHO!” Static screens would interrupt his laughing every time the dial clicked. “HAHAHA- *Tsss* -HAHA! STA- *Tsss* -HAHAHAP *Tsss* -IHIHIT!” Mr. Puzzles shouted helplessly. 

SMG4 raised an eyebrow. How in the hell- “Geez, man. I’m surprised you could handle us using you for all these years.” SMG4 reacted. 

Mr. Puzzles’ screen eyes appeared to be animating bits of tears. “IHIHI’M GONNA KIHIHILL YOHOHOU!” Mr. Puzzles shouted at him. 

“Listen, I know. I wanna kill you too. But until the big man upstairs brings the presents, this is the most we can do right now.” SMG4 told him. 

“IHIHI DIHIDN’T WAHAHANT THIHIHIS!” Mr. Puzzles shouted. 

“What did you want, then?” SMG4 asked him. 

“IHI WANTED TO CHAHAHAHAT!” Mr. Puzzles yelled. 

SMG4 narrowed his eyes. “Hmmmm…I don’t believe you.” SMG4 told him. 

“COHOHOME OHOHOHON!” Mr. Puzzles looked at SMG4 with growing tears of mirth in his eyes. Though he seemed to be handling it fine before, Mr. Puzzles now looked desperate for it to stop. 

And SMG4 noticed this right away. “Oh god…” SMG4 moved his hand away. “My bad.” The moment his hands stopped, Mr. Puzzles gasped and heaved helplessly. His heaving was followed up by what sounded like laptop fans whirring inside. 

“Wait, you have lungs?!” SMG4 asked, surprised. 

Mr. Puzzles heaved and puffed. “Y…Yeah…*huff* Yeah…I…*huff* I do.” Mr. Puzzles admitted. “Well…*huff* K-Kinda.” Mr. Puzzles admitted. “Ohgod…*huff*...” He mumbled. 

SMG4 chuckled a bit. “You’re really that ticklish, huh?” he asked. 

This single question was followed up by a gloved punch to the face from the TV man. SMG4 yelped and fell to the ground, holding the side of his head. “Ow!” SMG4 reacted. 

“That’s what you get.” Mr. Puzzles spat. “Followed by this.” Mr. Puzzles picked up the cardboard roll from before, and started smacking SMG4 across the head and back with it. 

“Hey- OW! D- AH! Stop!” SMG4 yelled. “HEY- OOF!” SMG4 yelped as the roll smacked him in the nose. “Ow…” SMG4 rubbed his nose awkwardly. “Alright- OW! ALRIGHT! I get it!” SMG4 argued. 

“That was humiliating!” Mr. Puzzles yelled at him. “I hope you don’t go around doing that to all your enemies!” Mr. Puzzles exclaimed. 

“What? Hitting them with cardboard? Or tickling?” He asked for clarification. 

“The tickling thing!” Mr. Puzzles yelled back. “No! I never tickle my enemies! The only people I tickle are my friends…And SMG3.” SMG4 mentioned. “SMG3 is the only real ‘enemy’ I tickle.” SMG4 admitted. “And that’s because he won’t stop bothering me and threatening to expose my search history.” SMG4 admitted. 

“Okay, good.” Mr. Puzzles grumbled and picked up something. “Here’s your stupid tree, by the way.” Mr. Puzzles let it tip and towards SMG4’s head. 

SMG4 yelped and jumped back. “Hey-” He caught the box and flipped it around. “Oh, great!” SMG4 looked up awkwardly. “Thanks…I guess.” SMG4 mumbled. 

“Yeah, whatever. Just get your shit and leave. I’ll leave you alone for christmas.” Mr. Puzzles mumbled to him, sitting down on an upside down blue bin and reading a newspaper. 

SMG4 noticed his attitude as he put the tree down. It didn’t take much for SMG4 to realize Mr. Puzzles could be lonely. It was evident on his screen face. 

So, SMG4 opened one of the boxes, and grabbed some Christmas lights. He grabbed an old coat rack stand from the corner, and brought it closer to an outlet. With that done, SMG4 wrapped the Christmas lights around the coat rack, and made it fall down somewhat to resemble large waves of lights. 

“What are you doing?” Mr. Puzzles asked him. “Just a little something small.” SMG4 admitted as he grabbed some old ornaments (specifically some that were not really touched) and hung them up onto the hooks around the stand. Lastly, SMG4 grabbed a Mr. Puzzles plush, and put a light-up necklace around it. Turning on the light-up necklace, SMG4 put the Mr. Puzzles plush onto the top of the tree. “There.” 

Mr. Puzzles looked up right as SMG4 plugged in the Christmas lights. Right away, Mr. Puzzles gasped at the look of the ‘christmas tree’. You’d never expect it, but…It actually looked…kinda beautiful in a way. And Mr. Puzzles looked at it with surprise and…almost wonder. “It’s…” Mr. Puzzles stared at it. “I…Thanks.” Mr. Puzzles responded, unsure what else to say. 

SMG4 smiled as he picked up the tree box and moved it up to the floor above the ladder. “You’re welcome.” He told him. He picked up a few more boxes, and brought them to the main floor above the ladder as well, before grabbing the handle to the door. “Merry Christmas, Mr. Puzzles.” SMG4 told him, gently dropping a present down to Mr. Puzzles before closing the door. 

Mr. Puzzles noticed this present, and got up. He picked up the christmas present, and read the label. It said ‘To Meggy’, but the name ‘Meggy’ was scratched off with a blue pen, and replaced with ‘Mr. Puzzles’ in somewhat bad writing. This was followed by ‘From, SMG4.’. 

Mr. Puzzles tilted his head. A present? For him? He opened up the present, to see what was inside. And…

Oh my gosh…It was a Leggy plush! It was so cute! And it looked so sad! Mr. Puzzles hugged the plush tightly. He was going to cherish this plush forever. 

[scr1bbler-dribbl3r]

Soo, i started this little project this weekend. Im making an Mr puzzles cosplay! Im so proud of this and my best friend has supported me while ive done this and im so thankful of that. Anyways the silly's almost done! I'll show the results when done! B)

[i-may-be-an-emu]

Love love LOVE when a character is going through something and they turn on the radio and the song that comes on directly relates to their situation and the character just looks so Done and they keep changing the radio station but every song is the same kinda thing

[change-name-later]

I feel like I have an obligation to make more martyware content considering how little there is on here. Like what do you mean there’s only 6 posts about them in total? Four of which are by me?

[sarnie-for-varney]

Holmes is a plant dad, confirmed

[the-great-kraken]

i can't stop thinking about super strength as an allegory for dyspraxia

it sounds a little counterintuitive, since super strength usually comes with connotations of peak physical ability, but i think outside of the obvious there's a lot of really fascinating slightly more subtle overlap

a lot of characters with super strength are often shown to be clumsy - if mainly for comedy purposes. they'll misjudge their own strength and break whatever they're holding or throw things a comical distance or a friendly nudge will send an ally through a wall.

while dyspraxia obviously doesn't work exactly like this, the experience of attempting to have my body do one thing only to have it respond unpredictability and, depending on context, sometimes destructively, is altogether too real.

the archetypal example of super strength is superman, and his iconic 'i live in a world of cardboard' speech really illustrates that a core aspect of his strength is the requirement to constantly limit himself and adjust the way his body works, or else risk devastating consequences - essentially masking. he has to be constantly vigilant and aware of every action so he can try and ensure that his body responds Correctly. as much as the stakes are clearly much higher for superman than your average dyspraxic, that’s a very relatable feeling for me.

this can also make for some interesting commentary on accessibility, since the world around him isn't built for him to interact with safely. strong characters struggling to use certain more breakble objects is a pretty regular gag, and depending on the nature of the story, it's fairly common for their genius friends to build versions of objects that are reliable and safe for them - essentially giving them proper accommodations they couldn't otherwise access.

this struggle to interact with the world around them is often shown to worsen when under emotional stress - think mr incredible throwing his boss through a building and breaking his car door. for me, this is very common, as it becomes more difficult to focus on my movements when distracted, and it's always worse when because i'm upset, exhausted or frustrated.

this last point has less to do with existing tropes and more to do with what i think could be an interesting direction to take characters like this. as a dyspraxic person, i often feel a disconnect between what i view as Me and what is My Body. when i attempt to do one thing only to end up doing another, it can feel like my mind is an entirely different entity to my body. i think pushing a superpowered character in this direction could be incredibly compelling, and could be easily combined with the classic internal conflict of "am i my secret identity or my super alter ego?" (for anyone curious this is why i'm so attached to luther from the umbrella academy. his ape body took on a life of its own in my head since the show did nothing with it.)

but yeah, a lot of classic super strength tropes are very relatable for me, and i think with a little push could make for an absolutely brilliant disability metaphor. i've been toying with this as a concept for a while, but i've never quite managed to put a proper character framework on top, forget a plot, so i figured i'd try to get it out of my system for a bit with a tumblr post instead

[cardboard-aliens]

[ambitions-of-an-eccedentesiast]

local pipsqueak gets startled by his own voice, more at ten.

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[rogloptimist]

continuously thinking about this clip of a eurosports segment on primoz’s ski jumping career

the section from his former coach is particularly interesting, i’ve seen so many articles where people assume his career ended with his fall at planica but he actually continued jumping for 4 more years and the way those years are discussed here needs to be dissected imo

[ratatatastic]

Paul "Mr. Last" Maurice and the legend of the 1985 draft story because every retelling the details get fuzzier between the span of 3 days (x)(x)

[parasitoidism]

seriously though why does atlus hate smtiv. what did flynn do to them

[ipsen]

ishida in tokyo ghoul:

ishida in choujin x: