#(canned laughter)

[breadpandabread]

I feel like excessive use of emoji on memes is the equivalent of canned laughter on TV shows. Like "Here is this emotion you're supposed to be feeling" always rubs me the wrong way.

[garfieldandfriendsthings]

[tinned-mackerel]

New Blog!

I'm tired of putting work into fanart and letting it rot in my files forever, and thus a blog is born!

[balrogballs]

What’s your core memory of watching the Lord of the Rings films for the first time because I will never forget how my extremely South Asian dad — during the emotionally climatic scene where Arwen is riding to the Havens and sees a vision of her son — paused, pointed, and said “Mashallah, Sister Arwen has accepted the hijab, alhamdulillah, praise be to god” and giggled for a good five minutes 😭

last time i shared this in a uni tolkien club someone called him a misogynistic fundamentalist because irl tolkien clubs are fucking deranged so please let me clarify that he was, in fact, joking.

[emotional-piece-of-meat]

Duke is unapologetic for everything that comes out of his mouth. In fact, give him a mic, he'll say it louder.

Some way too old for that guy, trying to flirt with Cass: You know, you seem so mature for your age…

Duke, popping out of nowhere: And you're really fucking dumb for yours, man, fix this puddle of desperation on your head first and only then think about trying to fit into society. If even your hair doesn't want to be with you, what are you counting on?

Cass, who really didn't want to ruin her cute dress with blood: 👍🏻

A really annoying paparazzi: Hey, boy, how does it feel to become rich after, well, whatever you were before? Have your, erm, extracurricular activities changed? What's your favourite thing to do now?

Duke, with the straightest face known to mankind: No, it's still your mom. My favourite extracurricular activity, planning to do her more actually, thanks for the question.

Bruce, trying to parent a whole ass teen: So…

Duke: I really shouldn't have told this terrible, rude, insufferable piece of person to go eat shit. I genuinely regret it. I should have told her to go eat shit and die choking, such a missed opportunity, damn, I'm still upset.

Bruce: ...

Bruce, to himself: Why am I even trying?

There are a bunch of compilations on YouTube and Tiktok “Duke Thomas-Wayne has no PR training whatsoever”. Duke personally likes every single one of them.

[moonfuzzblog]

SYBS release Canned Laughter Single via Libertino

Review: "Canned Laughter" by SYBS

Cardiff band SYBS unveils their latest single, "Canned Laughter," a captivating blend of bossa nova and post-punk that marks a significant milestone for the band. This track not only showcases SYBS' musical evolution but also introduces their first bilingual song, setting the stage for their highly anticipated debut album later this year.

At the heart of "Canned Laughter" lies a dynamic collaboration between guitarist Kieran Macdonald-Brown and singer/guitarist Osian Llŷr. With urgent lead vocals reminiscent of Mark E Smith meeting Dave Datblygu, the song pulls listeners into SYBS' vibrant musical world from the first note.

Kieran wrote the initial riff that became an experimental muzak-inspired demo during the pandemic. The arrangement fully came together during recording sessions in Hounslow last year with Daf Adams drums adding a heightened sense of urgency. The fusion of casiotone beats and quacky autowah lead lines, combined with synths and percussion overdubs, creates a dynamic sonic landscape that is both infectious and innovative.

Osian's lyrical narrative adds depth to "Canned Laughter," exploring themes of existential ennui and the search for purpose in a mundane world. The protagonist's journey from office monotony to existential crisis is vividly portrayed, with Osian's introspective lyrics inviting listeners to ponder the nature of free will and personal agency.

"Canned Laughter" is a testament to SYBS' musical prowess and creative vision. With its genre-defying sound and thought-provoking lyrics, the song stands as a compelling introduction to the band's unique sonic universe. As SYBS continues to push boundaries and challenge conventions, "Canned Laughter" serves as a promising glimpse into the future of Welsh indie music, a future that very much there for SYBS to take.

Buy 'Canned Laughter' Here

https://song.link/gb/i/1736748051

[timothylawrence]

Wyll being the youngest of the guys is funny to me

[officialmiintee]

“this is it. I want to stay here forever”

[mmelete]

this is based on @skyloftian-nutcase's idea, where LU Legend becomes a painting, but the chain doesn't know/realize.

I might draw the rest of the chain reacting, we'll see. I felt like out of everyone, Warriors and Hyrule would be the most likely to deface a painting lol.

[tenutovillage]

[vesna-v-irkutske]

Video from Nikita's YouTube channel, uploaded on December 1, 2009. They're watching TV without sound and voicing people on the screen. Artyom (reading the name of the news program; Nikita says something indistinct too): NOW. A small sound from Nikita, something between a chuckle and a cough. Artyom starts laughing and hitting the floor, Nikita joins him for a short moment. Artyom (talking about the news anchor's face): What a fucking mug! Fucking awful. (but more rude than that) Nikita (voicing the woman, in a stupid voice): HELLO, I'M A SILLY WOMAN. (Artyom chuckles) I have... (the scene changes to show some people) Oh, fuck (OR he says "Buryat", hard to tell), fuck off. (Nikita makes random sounds and growls, Artyom laughs) Nikita (reading the text in the bottom right corner, in a stupid voice): "Mongolia?" Fuck it, they'll be Buryats (a Mongolic ethnic group native to southeastern Siberia) anyway. (Artyom chuckles) AAAAAAAAHH! (Artyom laughs) Nikita starts speaking ("I- *something else*"), but Artyom interrupts him, voicing the man on the screen himself: I'm a Buryat, but I live here because I like communicating with Irkutsk people, they are all so kind, but they all beat me the fuck up. (Artyom tchk's with his tongue) Yeah. I also suck skins (skinheads) off. (Artyom takes a deep breath and makes random sounds, presumably trying to imitate the Buryat language)

[bluerosefox]

Courting Chaos (to Balance)

A KlarionxDanny brain worm that has spawned

Tim Drake, aka Red Robin gets kidnapped suddenly and very randomly by Klarion in the middle of a JL and others meeting.

Leaving with a

"I'LL RETURN HIM WHEN HES NO LONGER USEFUL JUSTICE LOSERS!"

And fire and chaos in his wake.

While the JL, and others scramble to figure out what Klarion has planned this time, Tim manages to break free of whatever Klarion had used to kidnap him only to find himself on a couch and Klarion nervously petting Teekl on his lap while also sitting in a chair across from him.

When Tim goes to demand to know why Klarion kidnapped him Klarion finally speaks.

"Okay, I wanna strike a deal. I won't bug you or your little Young Just US buddies if you help me ask someone out..."

"...What the fuck Klarion?" Was Tim's only response.

-x-x-

So it turns out, every so often the three main entities and actual factions of Order, Chaos, and Balance get together to well discuss things happening in certain Realms, worlds, and timelines. Basicly to touch base, see where everyone was at. Etc etc.

Order was Order. Chaos was Chaos.

Very simple.

Both could be bad. To much order caused restraint and could snuff out growth. To much Chaos could get out of hand and cause ruin.

Both could be good. Order help stabilizes worlds and builds their future. Chaos allowed creativity to roam and brought forth wonderful things.

And Balance.

Well Balance was the very scales that kept both sides in check. They were neutral grounds. The ones that normally oversaw the meetings as well. And despite their low numbers they held powerful entities that more than made up for it.

Balance did their best to keep things in check, sure they do have their own preference sometimes and allowed the scales to tip a tiny bit but always corrected it later if it tips to much.

It was at this meeting, a meeting even Klarion knew better than to do anything too chaotic, pranks were fine but nothing too much, and had been chatting with a newcomer to the side of Chaos (Danielle, call me Ellie, Phantom. She did some heroing on the side but liked causing chaos in her wake to do so, he liked her so far though.) When the bells for the side of Balance to appear announced them.

Ellie had smiled brightly and said her brother was coming with his mentor, turns out her brother was apart of the Balance group which meant that he was strong, strong enough to need a mentor.

He watched as the members of Balance walked, teleported, flew, and other means into the meeting halls. And then froze when his eyes caught sight of him.

Floating next to a blue skined being that was switching ages was a beautiful otherworldly person.

Snow white hair that wisped upwards oh so softly. Glowing green eyes that were cat-like with their piercing glance. A galaxy cloak hanged around his shoulders and seemed to shift with each movement. Star like freckles decorated his face and seemed to glow a soft bluish white. A crown made of ice and aurora lights floated above his head as well.

All in all Klarion couldn't keep his eyes off of the being at all. He nearly spat his water out when Ellie commented that was her brother Danny, or rather.

High King of the Infinite Realms, Daniel 'Danny' Phantom. The Great One. Defeater of the Tyrant King. The Halfa. The Peaceful End. The Balance of the Undead. (And his mentor was the Ghost of Time itself. THE very Keeper of Time, Kronos original form himself.)

Klarion honestly didn't know what to think or rather what emotions he was feeling when he spotted Danny, nor why his face felt so hot and red when the young man looked over at them and smiled. (He was smiling at Ellie but Klarion for some reason hoped it was for him as well)

It wasn't until halfway in the meeting when a rather ingenious prank that Klarion, Ellie, and a few others had set up went off... thing was it strong enough that it had hit Danny's side of the meeting and had hit him.

Now, again pranks were okay but only after the meetings. It was one of the few rules many, even those in Chaos, took seriously because once it was done and over they could go do their things. So for it to happen in the middle of a meeting means someone set their time on the prank wrong and add the fact it hit a person on the Balance side...

Yeah not good.

Only...

Only instead of getting angry, even Clockwork who was seated next to Danny was chuckling, Danny threw his head back and laughed about it. And his laugh... was very cute.

And before he knew it, Klarion had already fallen.

-x-x-

"So yeah.... Since you have a boyfriend and know how to date in this modern age, I need your advice."

".... Klarion just because I'm dating Bernard doesn't mean I know how I did it..."

"Bernard? I thought you were dating that one Supes?"

[teshiee]

i did not think this out much...at all, but drawing it was a lotta fun!

also i almost made lloyd veronica but i changed it to nya before i even started working on the. actual heather trio so yay!!

[astrxsee]

so this is actually happening to me irl but it’s so john price coded i had to write it down.

older!bowler!john x younger!bartender!reader

you sigh as you open your car door, the cold air immediately hitting your face. the lights of the bowling alley up the dark january night. for some extra money and because you have time, you bartend wednesday nights at the local alley.

you spend your time restocking coolers, gossiping with your coworkers, and selling beer to the rowdy crowd of league bowlers. they were all at least twenty five years older than you, but god, they tipped well when you flirted with them.

they’d ask you about your life, nodding along while you grabbed them their order. you’ve basically memorized their orders by now, the 5 hours you’re there going by quickly and smoothly. that is, until he walks up to the bar.

a large smile on his face as he boldly makes a teasing comment about your favorite sports team. you quickly roll your eyes at him as he quietly mutters his order to you like he needs to tell you with a wink, your eyes meeting his.

you quickly rush to make his bucket of miller lites, you and him the only ones at the counter. just by the heat, you can just tell your face is flushed.

“you turning into a alcoholic now, john?” you ask teasingly, nodding your head in the direction of the clock. it was getting late, he usually didn’t order at this time.

he lets out a loud bark of laughter, rolling his eyes. a smile on his face as his eyes follow you’re much smaller frame. you lean forward into the cooler, and you don’t miss how his eyes snap down to your chest.

“says you.” he mutters out, leaning his beefy arms against the bar. he raises his eyebrows in curiosity, waiting to see how you’ll respond.

your face takes on a look of faux surprise, glossed lips letting out a scoff. the hand that doesn’t close the cooler goes up to your chest in hurt.

“sir, I have never had a sip of alcohol in my life.” voice sounding sassier that you meant to. his eyebrows drop and a sly smile comes onto his handsome face.

“are you even old enough to drink?” john’s voice comes out a bit lower now, his head tilting teasingly. you see his large hands come to hold himself up against the bar, your eyes flicking down to see his forearms flexing underneath his flannel.

“yeah!” you chirp, a giggle escaping your lips as you place the bucket of beer on the counter. the bucket clinks as your eyes meet with his, “i’m 21.”

“oh, so you’re old enough for me to flirt with you?” john asks, leaning even closer to you over the counter. you giggle, the flush on your face becoming hot. no one had ever flirt with you before like that, you just couldn’t help but to get flustered.

“oh, stop..” you say biting your lip, immediately avoiding his gaze. grabbing the towel to your left, you make a shooing motion with your hand. “but, yes, im old enough.”

“good, because you’re beautiful, so it’s a win for me.” he mutters out, your eyes meeting his. the look you give the older man told him all he needed to know. your eyes dipped low as he grabbed the bucket and stepped away from the counter. you definitely miss the way he has to rearrange himself in his pants as he walks away.

[soggywert]

hes literally me