#catch phrases

[moregaythanyourealized]

People say Fred doesn’t have a catch phrase but he does.

“Let’s split up and look for clues.”

“Well gang, looks like we’ve got a mystery on our hands!”

[compatriot-james]

No no, you can't use those words in that order and not have a picture of the TheEpicNate, his picture goes there, not that guy. (but I might be correctable somehow so have fun telling me)

"Un-uhlaive? UN-UHLAIVE? Ma'am, that man has been killed. He has been MUHDUHED. To DEATH."

[sohannabarberaesque]

"Pardon me ... do you have any Grey Poupon?"

Who among us probably remembers that line from the commercials for Grey Poupon Dijon Mustard from the 1980's into the early 1990's, usually done in a setting involving being stopped in traffic and the participants being from rather posh settings more or less?

At any rate, I was thinking at some length imagining how some of your favourite Hanna-Barbera characters might try pulling off this trope; hopefully, you have the idea:

Yogi Bear: Pulling off another of his plundering-picnic-baskets antics in Jellystone Park at tourists' expense, much to the chagrin of as much Boo-Boo as Ranger Smith; "smarter-than-the-average" "himself" pops the question to a group of tourists, only to be brushed off with the paterfamilias noting that they preferred the Great Value brand of yellow mustard from Walmart, only to realise the ursine presence suggesting trouble ahead, forcing Yogi and Boo-Boo to make a wild run back to their den.

Super Snooper and Blabbermouse: While stopped in traffic en route to an investigation, Super Snooper pops the question in his Ed Gardner manner to the car in the next lane over, only to get a second-rate brand of moutarde de Dijon in the bargain as prompts quite the tirade to Blabbermouse in the bargain, prompting Blab to reply "Geez, Snoop, perhaps you delivered the question in the wrong manner; have you considered as much?"

Snagglepuss: Sophisto as he may try to be, at least he knows the correct tone and nuance thanks to memorising the commercials, only he gets asked by the front-seat passenger in the car targeted "What the [N4BSK] IS Grey Poupon, anyway?!." reinforced by the middle finger salute and Snag's responding "Well, you can't always win them all. Exit, stage forward ..."

Top Cat and clowder: Trying not to diss Officer Dibble in the wrong place at the wrong time, TC drills his clowder into delivering that question with the proper nuance (or so he thinks is befitting such back-alley cats anthro) so as not to cause an issue. Even when you consider that white wine is a key component of Dijon mustard, and TC was hoping to score a jar for the next sausage cookout to provide "something different" in the mustard department than French's, Gulden's, Heinz or, for that matter, the Great Value brand from Walmart.

Lippy the Lion and Hardy Har Har: Lippy tries asking the very question to hand, only to have the myopic hyaena companion complain that Lippy may be going about it wrong, prompting Lippy to remark "Bushwah, Hardy--BUSHWAH! Now follow my lead and play along--", prompting Hardy to ask why Lippy wanted a jar of Grey Poupon to begin with.

Yippy, Yappy and Yahooey (The Goofy Guards): When the King summons the rather bumbling trio of royal guards into the throne room, prompting the doltish Yippy to pop the question, dissing off His Majesty in utter frustration.

Penelope Pitstop in the #5 Compact Pussycat: Even with her rather elegant Southern-mannered voice, she manages to get the jar thrown to her, without the traditional "But of course ..." reply. Yet the jar doesn't smash unto the street for some reason.

Dick Dastardly and Muttley in the #00 Mean Machine: Everybody's Favourite(?) Hanna-Barbera Villain goes into a deceptively-polite tone to make the request, only to be cut off when Muttley cuts the cheese big time--with Dastardly cutting the request short and chewing Muttley out with "And just for that flatulent outburst, THERE WILL BE NO KEN-L RATION FOR YOU TONIGHT!"

Mildew Wolf: Trying to avoid the usual suspicions with Bristlehound vis-a-vis Lambsy in popping the question, Bristlehound delivers the hook to Mildew, flinging the latter into the heavens--and in the bargain, taunting Bristlehound with "Tasteless buttinski!" before crashing to earth in a dazed and confused heap.

The Hair Bear Bunch: Square Bear, driving the Invisible Motorcycle, pops that question most obvious at a traffic light, and upon getting a jar of Country Style Grey Poupon (as in coarse-ground) and the rejoinder "But of course ...", Square Bear passes it to Hair Bear in his accustomed back-seat position and manages to pocket the modest-sized jar in his vest pocket, adding "You'll doubtless thank me later, Square...."

Mr. Finkerton, as per Inch High, Private Eye: Even with the proper tone, inflection and nuance, the head of Finkerton's Detective Agency slips the jar into an inner coat pocket--which, it turns out, is where Inch-High is situate at the moment, prompting the dimunitive detective to remark "Talk about being in close quarters, and then some--!"

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[hellpuppetswithfleshymembers]

Catch phrases are there so messed up people can cosplay as people who are working on themselves and their attitude towards life, while still being a hot fuckin’ mess…an exponentially more annoying hot mess.

Do the work, don’t be afraid to ask for help from those close to you, and for fuck’s sake, leave everybody else out of it.

[qtpeeps]

i'm out of catch phrases, if u find any laying on the ground pls share :0

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Jason hacks into Bruce’s comm when it becomes apparent that he cannot be trusted to keep his birds safe.

Whenever either Tim or Dick are in danger and Batman is nowhere in sight, Jason switches on his side of the audio line to provide mildly ominous commentary.

Bruce is sure his dead kid is haunting him.

[keyblack]

"I am Raiden, god of thunder and protector of Earthrealm."

[theriverbeyond]

bouncing on it in a way that honors the bond unbroken between necromancer and cavalier in acknowledgement of the equality granted to us by God

[bucksboobs]

Me whenever I talk about my disappointment with season 8a: and for what? Brad?

[adhdandcomics]

do you even KNOW how hard it is to find cool wizards on google that aren’t ai these days. we are so fucked

[elemental-plane]

something something the inevitability of oscar remembering NOTHING besides the man who cursed him. he won't remember his wife, his children, maybe even himself. all that will remain will be a husk of a man and the one who pushed this curse upon him. damn you sam riegel and your tragic characters that i immediately get invested in

[ahndor]

For I am the good witch Luz. Child of the human realm, student of the demon realm, and warrior of peace.

Now eat this sucker!

[yonglixx]

they’re so silly

[inkpotsprite]

An old deleted snippet from my work 'Cats and Communication.'

[vaguely-concerned]

watching odo just have to sit there in the background as dr mora is talking about him as a 'child' is giving me. such a visceral reaction. I too want to surrender my physical integrity and become formless goo to get away from being inside my own skin while listening to this. this one scene in a 1990s sci-fi show has better expressed my experience of neuroatypicality than every explicit piece of representation I've ever seen (save harrow the ninth but then no one is doing it like harrow the ninth it can't be beaten).

MORA: It would seem to me that being a scientist yourself, Lieutenant, you can appreciate the difficulty of our dilemma, and the elegance of the solution. When Odo was first found, nobody knew who, or indeed, what it was we were dealing with. A shapeless, viscous mass of fluid, a veritable organic broth. That was our Odo in the beginning. DAX: When did you realise you were dealing with a sentient lifeform? ODO: He didn't. I had to teach him that myself.

sometimes you are truly just sitting there while someone cheerfully calls your vulnerable unguarded childhood self a shapeless viscous mass of fluid or likens your body and soul to a vaguely unpleasant soup and you can't say shit about it. and the fact that young odo started to shapeshift as a desperate wordless helpless plea of 'please stop hurting me', and the way he phrases it as 'teach him that myself' in an attempt to cling on to some sort of control and agency he has to believe he had in that situation........

[chadlesbianjasontodd]

[translation] "Pear Blossom" by Yoshiya Nobuko

Although the fiction of "Japan's first lesbian author" Yoshiya Nobuko was (and remains) hugely popular, of her entire body of work only one short story has ever been published in English translation, and no (other) fan translations appear to exist --- despite the enormous influence of her work on the predominant aesthetics and themes of shoujo manga. The beautiful flowery style and melodrama so famously attached to shoujo manga are thanks in large part to Yoshiya, and I'm very happy to be able to share one of her stories with you now!

"Pear Blossom" is a sparse and vivid short story from Yoshiya's early collection Hanamonogatari ("Flower tales"), a book noted for its use of beautiful imagery and its emphasis on the importance of romantic relationships between girls.

Read it here!

(nota bene, "Pear Blossom" is in the style of romantic, 'narcissistic' girlhood tragedy for which Yoshiya is most famous; approach accordingly. I've also included a page of notes on Yoshiya and her early lesbian fiction.)