#cbb world

[thesarahshay]

This is an experimental post to see if anyone else is following these tags, but:

What is the Threedom running joke that has most permeated your life and thoughts, and is it "And you can do it"? Because that one crosses my mind at least a few times a week.

[bluefly]

one of my rainy day clips. Hines Prov to Meet You, Will Hines show on the CBB Presents podcast, is hit or miss, but the hits are impossibly high.

[b-e-e-l-i]

If you’re not listening to “Hey Randy! A Randy Snutz Show,” you’re missing out

[kickerofelves]

I don’t know if any of y’all are subscribed to Comedy Bang Bang World but there’s a newish episode of CBBFM (where Scott Auckerman plays an eclectic mix of whatever and talks about it with guests) with John Famiglietti of HEALTH!!

[worshiptheglitch]

Dear Tumblr:

Always show me Comedy Bang Bang. Never show me Big Bang Theory.

[night--hag]

A Special Holiday Message from Bob Ducca

The holidays can be a time of merriment and cheer. A time for friends and family to gather and take refuge in the warming bonds of fellowship to celebrate life and make it through the harsh winter months. But for others, like me, the holidays are a slow, malicious torture. Every Christmas tree, every parent and child in matching sweaters, and every wreath and every bell that jingles reminds you of your own utter loneliness- your own deeply, deeply Dr. Phil guest-level dysfunctional family and sends you into a soul crushing, noose-googling depression that you just barely get through year after year. To you, to me, to us I say this: I'm sorry you're going through this. It's not fair and it's not right. You have goodness and light in you just because you exist. You matter. You are deserving of love, warmth, friendship and good fortune no matter your flaws. Even though you have never figured out what to do with your life and have at times been a financial burden and a financial parasite to the people closest to you. Even though you have spoken out in anger at people who did nothing wrong to you. Even though you breathe through your nose down the back of peoples necks on the bus. Even though you bite down on your fork creating a sphincter-tightening scrape across your teeth with each bite of pitiful slop you shovel into your chapped mouth at a diner counter while eating alone, again. Even though you can't play music or dance or sing or do anything you still matter. This tough time you're going through is temporary. It's scientifically impossible for it to last forever. Things will get better. You will get better. Keep going- don't give up. Stay here. The world is a better place with you in it. Happy holidays and may we all have a happy and healthy new year.

-Full Throttle! With Bob Ducca EP 0.85 - The Santa's Sack Batch (feat. Jason Mantzoukas)

[dani-r]

At the Crack Bang Boom, our biggest comics convention in Argentina, in the middle of the cosplay contest, Bender asked Zoidberg to marry him in front of +5000 people.

The crowd went insane.

And Zoidberg said yes.

[newjeansgirlfriend]

and they were lovers

and they were lovers masterlist

kang haerin x reader

fluff

“yn! come cuddle with me!” haerin called. she chuckled to herself as she heard the pitter-patter of her girlfriend’s footsteps as she ran up the stairs.

“i’m here!” yn panted, clearly out of breath.

haerin stretched her arms out, signalling for yn to come to her, which yn gladly accepted, climbing onto the bed and laying on top of haerin, her head resting on haerin’s chest.

“i love you,” yn mumbled. haerin felt yn’s mouth curve into a smile, and she felt the corners of her own lips tilt upwards as well.

“i love you too,” haerin giggled, “you’re so cute.”

“you’re cuter,” yn pouted.

“hmm,” haerin hummed, as she played with yn’s hair. yn slipped her hand into haerin’s unoccupied hand and her smile grew wider as haerin interlaced their hands.

haerin kissed the top of yn’s head, and then laid there, content with the company of each other and the world.

after a few minutes had passed, haerin broke the silence.

“yn, do you want to go make dinner?” she asked, only to be met with yn’s even breathing.

“yn?” she repeated, getting the same response.

she must be exhausted, how cute, haerin thought.

she looked back down at their interlaced fingers.

i’ll let her sleep for a little while.

double update for my friend

honestly idt this is that good but i cbb to improve it ☠️

[writingwithciara]

crossing enemy lines -connor bedard-

summary: connor and y/n tell quinn about them, then decide to hard launch their relationship to the entire world

word count: 857

pairing: connor bedard x hughes!reader

notes: this is a tie-in fic for my connor bedard social media series on my @socialfakes account. it should be read BEFORE the 4th social media post if you want some context. if not, you may read it whenever you want to 😊

masterlist

y/n was visiting quinn when she got a facetime request from connor. quinn glanced at her phone when it rang but luckily, she had his contact name set to something that wouldn't make quinn question it.

"y/n, you've got an incoming call from...who the hell is CBB?"

"collection agency probably."

"but why are they requesting to facetime?"

"who the hell knows, quinn? i stopped questioning things that get done." she grabbed her phone from the couch and ventured into the guest room to answer it. when connor's smiling face appeared, y/n smiled.

"hey, babe. how's vancouver?"

"it's great. aside from the fact that quinn is suspicious of us and is probably out in the living room trying to figure out who the hell CBB is."

"who is CBB?" connor raised an eyebrow and looked at the camera.

"it's you, dumbass." y/n giggled. "have to keep you under a code name until we tell people about us."

"speaking of that, when do you think we should? we've been dating for 5 months and it's been such a hard secret to keep. i just want to share with the world just how much i love you."

"i love you too." y/n sighed. "i think we should tell quinn first. he's my older brother and he's also the most calm. he could help us figure out how to tell jack and luke without them going crazy. plus, don't tell anyone this, but quinn is also my favorite."

"you're right. and i know. he's like a god to you, isn't he?"

"admired him my whole life honestly." y/n couldn't help but grin at him. she loved how much he knew about her. it showed her that he was attentive. "you guys are playing vancouver next week, right?"

"yeah. 4 days actually." connor smiled.

"good. i'll still be here so we can tell quinn together and then it won't look suspicious when i leave with you."

"sounds like a perfect plan, babe." connor looked off camera for a second then smiled. "i gotta go to practice now but i'll call you later."

"alright. i'll let you know when quinn's not around."

"i love you."

"i love you too." y/n smiled and hung up the phone. she went to open her door but quinn beat her to it.

"i still don't know who CBB is but i heard you say you love whoever you were just talking to. who was it?"

"it was luke. he was calling to say he missed me."

"i call bull on that. i know you have a boyfriend and i just want to know who it is."

"you'll meet him in 4 days. we plan to tell you first, okay?"

"okay. i appreciate it." quinn went to turn back towards the living room but stopped himself. "am i really your favorite?"

-----

the next 4 days passed by quicker than anyone expected and soon, the blackhawks were in vancouver.

y/n texted connor and told him to stop by the apartment for dinner. she decided she was going to spend all day making quinn's favorite meal, hoping it would ease the tension.

when the doorbell rang, quinn hopped up and got to the door before y/n could stop him. he swung the door open and saw connor standing with a bottle of something and a bouquet of flowers.

quinn glanced between his sister and the young hockey star.

"you're dating connor?"

"um....yeah. please don't be mad. i know you really don't want me to be dating anyone but i'm 21 and i love him. nobody can stop me from dating him."

"relax, i'm not mad. i was actually hoping you'd find someone soon. really glad it's not someone who's way older than you." quinn looked at connor and smiled. "how long have you guys been together?"

"almost 6 months." y/n answered for connor, who stood at the door shyly. quinn invited him in and smiled.

"6 months and you've managed to hide it this long? i'm proud of you, bug."

"bug?" connor looked at y/n.

"it's short for ladybug. when i was 6, i was obsessed with ladybugs and quinn has never let me live it down since."

"oh. that's cute." connor smiled and followed the siblings to the dining room.

"i think it's embarrassing but he doesn't care."

"i prefer to think of it as a good thing. if a ladybug lands on you, it's supposed to be good luck & having you in my life makes me feel lucky."

"he's got a good point, love. you make me feel lucky too."

"i love you. both of you." y/n smiled. "nobody else is to know of the nickname though. okay?"

"okay." the boys smiled.

the rest of the visit went smoothly. quinn was incredibly accepting of the relationship his little sister was in. when they told luke and jack, they were accepting but luke felt a little hurt. he didn't like that y/n had kept a secret from him.

telling the rest of the world seemed so much easier now that everyone close to them knew.

taglist: @worldlxvlys @fearfam69691

[dedalvs]

Hey there! I've been trying to work on a logography recently (if you ever came across the Pan-Germanic runes thread on the cbb, it's in that vein) and I've really been struggling with coming up with the actual glyphs themselves. While there are other systematic problems to solve, I find tackling them more familiar and easier to approach than the task of coming up with individual glyph designs themselves (especially for abstract concepts that aren't as easily to represent pictorally). I have some academic background in Chinese, but I worry that this only serves to hamper me by making it easier for me to copycat their glyph origins. Do you have any recommendations for how to come up with original glyph designs? Is this a problem you've encountered in designing your own logograms? Any big tips for how to find inspiration?

Honestly, if I'm lost, I often go to Chinese to see what they do for abstract elements. I was completely lost on length in High Valyrian, for example, without being able to compare one thing to another—and especially with the whole "banana for scale" problem. The idea is so basic, though, I figured it would be a basic term in Chinese that would have its own glyph, and I was right! Turns out in Chinese the origin derives from hair. And that, of course, is brilliant, because human hair is something you can depict and has an absolute reference (i.e. at a certain point, all humans will agree that a certain length of hair is long).

At that point, though, I did my own drawing for a person with long hair, and used that as the source of the glyph in Valyrian. There's nothing wrong with using the same etymological source as long as you do your own work from there. It's a good thing to do when stuck.

As for other things, though, you go through the same process. It's easier to make images of concrete elements than abstract. When it comes to abstract concepts, think about what concrete elements in your world are most closely associated with those abstract concepts, then do glyphs based on those concrete things. You should also feel free to take combinations of elements and combine them into a single glyph (for example, maybe your glyph for "warm" is a combination of hot + cool, or hot + small). Always start with the concrete elements of your conlang's world. Also, the associations don't have to make perfect sense, so long as they make sense to your speakers. After all, the same thing happens with word etymologies.

Anyway, hope that helps! I also recommend following others who create logographies like my friend @yuk-tepat. He's really good, and you'll learn a lot by reading his stuff.

[sueske]

I just saw your post about how different Naruto and Sakura's "chasing after Sasuke" is and 1 thing came to my mind. If Naruto wants to die with Sasuke if Sasuke still wants to destroy Konoha aka kill Sasuke for Konoha then what made him different from Kakashi and Sakura? People say that he understands Sasuke's pain (he doesn't as what he experienced is completely different from Sasuke's) but what's for? He just shows Sasuke some sympathy and that is, nothing more nothing less. So, is the reason he's better than them it's cuz he doesn't want Sasuke to be alone in the afterlife or couldn't live in a world without Sasuke? Or maybe it's cuz he gonna give Sasuke the most emotional death that he could ever dream of huh? Lol, that's so funny to think of as it does not help anything but Naruto's feelings (and Sasuke's too cuz even though he can't have the justice he deserves, at least he gonna die in his one and only friend's hand right?)

ah the same anon as before with the same rude and condescending tone. I considered answering this seriously but I don’t think there’s a point. u honestly think this ask is one big gotcha moment when all it shows is ur lack of reading comprehension i cbb.

[social-mockingbird]

sunlight eyes

(an Obiyuki Cowboy Bebop AU)

obiyuki bingo 2023, yeehaw! this is my first time participating, and I’m really excited to see all of the entries and post my own! this particular fic is based on the finale of cowboy bebop (with some changes, obviously) because apparently I like sadness. it was hilarious to see the similarities between the two shows: namely the existentialism and tendency towards poetic monologues, except it’s hopeful in AnS and sad in CBB. go figure. enjoy!

________

Zen’s eyes were dead before the rest of him was, and he was pointing a gun at her.

“You didn’t come because of the rain?” Her hands were in her pockets in a deliberate act of nonchalance. They were also the only part of her that was shaking.

“I was supposed to kill you,” Zen said, steady in his aim. “That day, if I had killed you, I would have been free.”

“So why didn’t you?” Shirayuki could feel her composure slipping. Zen’s eyes were so dark, devoid of anything human. Once they’d been brighter than the summer skies. She’d lain under their gaze and flown. “Why did you choose to be chased, Zen, it doesn’t make sense.”

“Why did you love me?”

“What?”

The gun was rattling. “Why did you love me?”

Shirayuki couldn’t breathe. She’d waited for him that day, waited and let herself cry, letting the thunder mingle with her sobs, and she’d wondered then if there had ever been any love in his eyes, or if it was just the thrill of illegality. She’d been poisoned by him. She’d fallen in love with an illusion, and now she was terrified of waking up.

Zen had put down his gun. His hands were on her shoulders. He was embracing her, fingers in her hair, breath on her neck. She couldn’t move a muscle.

“Let’s just run away somewhere,” Zen said in her ear, and his voice was warm on her skin. “Just the two of us. Escape this world—go where no one else is. Fly away with me, Shirayuki. Please. It’ll be like a dream.”

Something deep in Shirayuki’s chest snapped. She could feel her feet on the ground, solid on the wet gravel. She could feel how his hands were clenched behind her back, not touching her despite his loving embrace. He was almost falling into her, heavy, trapping her in place.

And yet, if she opened her mouth, she knew she’d say yes. ___

There was a time when the smoke would have bothered her lungs, when she would have hated the acrid taste on her tongue, when she would have stolen the smokes from her friends’ fingers and crushed them under her boots. Shirayuki had been a healer, and she’d believed in the sanctity of the body.

But now she breathed in the nicotine with a straight face, reveling in the calm it brought her thudding heart.

The year was 2071, and it was always raining. Someone poked her arm.

“Thinking too much, cowgirl?”

“Not thinking at all.” White hair in an arc of blood. Birds like reapers carrying his soul away in their wake. Blue eyes turning to glass.

“Then what’s that frown for?”

“Obi, stop.” Shirayuki dodged his prodding finger, almost stepping out from under the wing of the ship into the pouring rain.

It was raining then, too. Hazy like a nightmare.

In response, Obi slung a blanket over her shoulders. His hands were warm even through the fabric. He never could seem to lash back out at her. 

“You’ll catch a cold like that,” he said, grinning as Shirayuki fumbled with the blanket and draped it over her arms like a cape. “Mitsuhide’s making breakfast.”

“Eggs again?”

“It’s all we’ve got, so don’t complain,” Mitsuhide yelled from somewhere inside the ship. How he’d heard Shirayuki from that far was a mystery. Maybe he was running on autopilot.

Obi’s skin had the same greyish shadow as Shirayuki’s did in the overcast light, but there was still a rosy undertone to his face that hadn’t been there in a long time. She’d never admit it did her good to see some color in his cheeks. Obi had been fresh out of snark and sarcasm lately since his last impromptu trip, and it had bothered her more than she’d like to admit to see him looking so serious.

“I’m not going to leave again,” Obi said quietly.

“Huh?” Shirayuki turned, finally looking him in the eye. Gold was so different than blue.

“My memory came back.”

Shirayuki blinked. “I thought it wasn’t going to. Obi, you hit your head so hard.”

Blood on the pavement, blood on her hands. She’d screamed his name when he wouldn’t wake up. That day he’d promised to tell her where he was going every time he left—and for someone so secretive, he’d never broken that promise.

“Nothing good came of it,” Obi laughed, bitterness on his tongue. “There was nowhere for me to return to. Torou’s long gone. I can never be Nanaki again. This—you were the only thing I could return to.”

“Obi, wait—”

“Let me finish, please.” Obi, usually so deferent to her, was facing her with thunder in his eyes. Shirayuki closed her mouth.

“You’re leaving. I can see it in your eyes. That mess with Zen and with Izana is getting to you, and you’re going to leave, and knowing you, you’re going to do it when I can’t go after you.”

Shirayuki dropped the cigarette to the ground and crushed it under her boot to avoid looking at him.

“You’re going to do something hopelessly noble and horrifically stupid and I—Shirayuki, I can’t lose you.”

“You wouldn’t be losing me, Obi, I’m not going there to die.”

“Zen’s gone,” Obi said quietly. “Isn’t he?”

He was falling like a trapeze artist without a net, boots sliding on the rain-slick rooftop. She’d felt something tear in her throat when she screamed and she scraped her hands and knees when she fell beside him, cradling his body in her arms, hoping there was still light in his eyes, shaking him, praying. Why couldn’t she stop crying?

“Izana’s men killed him,” Shirayuki was able to say, wondering vaguely why her cheeks were wet. “I have to go after him. He can’t keep doing this to people, it’s not right. He killed his own brother because of me.” “This is…a dream?”

Zen pulled her close, blood-spattered hands clutching her lapels. He was so heavy in her arms.

She hated herself for lying to Obi. There was nothing noble about what she planned to do. Izana had killed Zen, and there was a hole in her heart that needed fixing.

His gaze was far away, and he was smiling, looking through her.

“Yeah,” she’d choked. “Just a dream.”

There was one other thing she couldn’t tell Obi. She prayed he couldn’t see it in her face.

“Food’s getting cold,” Mitsuhide shouted from inside, and Shirayuki got caught up in racing Obi for breakfast, glad she didn’t have to keep fielding his questions. There would be time enough to answer all of his questions if she was right. And if she wasn’t, well…he could find the answers on his own.

____

It was quiet on the ship when Shirayuki left her room. They were drifting gently through space, sleeping with the stars, and she took advantage of the silence, sneaking to the dock. The tiny exploration ship sagged a bit, but it would do.

She heard the click before Obi stepped out of the darkness, pointing his pistol at her.

“Where are you going?”

Shirayuki lifted her hands, pivoting to face him. She hadn’t noticed him in the shadows.

“Where are you going?” Obi repeated. He was close to her now, gun lowered to her belly. She knew it was just a way to get her to talk. He’d told her the day he boarded the Bebop that hurting her was never something he planned to do. She’d taken it as a joke then, but he’d kept his promise. Obi never seemed to break his word. Unlike her.

“You told me once,” Obi said, resting the gun gently against Shirayuki’s stomach, flicking the safety on, “that the past didn’t matter.”

“I don’t care what your real name is,” Shirayuki had grumbled, the softness of her hands contrasting with her sharp tone. “I don’t care what you did before. Can you just stop letting your past rule you? It doesn’t matter. In the end it’s just a stepping stone. And no one dwells on those.”

Obi looked at the girl bandaging his arm, feeling her warm fingers on his skin, and wondered why there were tears standing in her eyes.

Shirayuki nodded.

“Then why are you so tied to yours?” Obi had lowered the gun now, and was almost leaning into her space, nose inches from hers.

“I’m not,” she protested. “I have to go, Obi, please—”

Obi grabbed her arms, not hurting her, but keeping her in place. “I never thought I’d see the day you went for revenge, Shirayuki. If I know you, that’s not what this is, despite what you want me to think. Please don’t lie to me.”

Why had she loved Zen so much?

“You’re right, it’s not for revenge.” Shirayuki was desperate now. She could feel her heart beating, her pulse picking up, and it was getting harder to tamp down. “I have to go, Obi, I have to see if-if he really loved me and if I loved him and if it was worth it.” She broke his gaze and looked at her feet. “I have to see if he’s worth dying for.” Her voice was too shaky and quiet for her liking. “He decided I was and I want to return the favor.”

Obi felt cold. “You—that’s not something you repay, Shirayuki. Death doesn’t have to be life for life, especially when the person who died for you didn’t really love you in the first place.”

That’s what Obi wanted to say. He wanted to shake Shirayuki, wanted to tell her that she shouldn’t throw her life away. That Zen had loved the game of her hatred for Izana more than he’d loved her. That he’d loved defying Izana by being with her. That Zen died because Izana didn’t forgive betrayal, and his revenge was vicious. Obi knew enough after talking to Mitsuhide, and everything else he’d figured out on his own.

But he didn’t.

Obi instead put his hands on Shirayuki’s shoulders and pulled her into his arms.

Weightless on his feet, sunlight in his eyes. Obi was light in every sense of the word.

Shirayuki snaked her fingers around Obi’s waist, burying her face in his neck. It was all she could do. It hurt to hold him but she wasn’t letting go.

When he put his hands on her shoulders, she didn’t feel like she was being weighed down, only filled up. “This isn’t something you solve by dying,” Obi said in her ear. “You’re gonna carry that weight of feeling like you don’t understand and don’t deserve someone’s sacrifice, and that’s okay. He wanted you to live, Shirayuki—I want you to live.” Obi held her tighter. “And if that means carrying the weight with you, say the word. But please don’t go down this path. Don’t die for someone who doesn’t deserve you.”

Shirayuki stiffened and Obi was terrified she’d been offended.

“I’m not going there to die, Obi,” she said, almost too quietly for him to hear. She slid her hands up his back, over the planes of his shoulders. Obi shivered, just a little. “I’m going there to find out if I’m really alive.”

Obi leaned back and looked her in the eyes.

“Well, now, if that isn’t the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard,” he said, laughing a little, raising an eyebrow, and then Shirayuki was pulling him forward with her hands in his hair, and Obi couldn’t remember anything else he’d planned to say because Shirayuki’s mouth was the softest thing he’d ever tasted. She kissed him long and sweet, letting him hold her waist and press into her, and Obi tried his hardest not to think about how much this felt like a goodbye.

Shirayuki pulled back first, hands gentle on the back of Obi’s neck, a little dazed. She hadn’t really thought before kissing Obi and now she couldn’t think at all.

Why had she loved Zen?

Obi was leaning down, chasing her mouth, and she tilted up into him, closing her eyes. She felt tears on her cheeks and realized they weren’t hers, and her hands went to Obi’s face, cupped his jaw, wiped his tears with her thumbs. Zen kissed her like a guilty man and held her like a dragon.

Obi was oh-so-gently stroking her sides with his thumbs, and through his tears was able to smile into her mouth when it made her gasp.

Obi made her feel like she was flying, and like she’d have somewhere to land.

Obi said her name and ran a hand into her hair.

It was so hard to figure out why she’d loved Zen.

Resting her head on his shoulder, reveling in his warmth, Shirayuki felt safe and contented. It was so easy to love Obi. “I’ve never carried anything, Obi,” Shirayuki said, under her breath, half-hoping he couldn’t hear. “Not really. Not with you around.”

She hadn’t loved Zen. She couldn’t. Not really.

She was never meant to.

“Then don’t. Live with me.”

Shirayuki pressed her lips to his cheeks, one after the other, kissing away the still-present tears.

“I still have to fight Izana,” she told him, and Obi nodded once.

“Don’t you dare do it without me.”

____

The elevator door opened and Shirayuki charged out, red hair and a spray of bullets, and Izana’s men dropped like dolls onto the slick linoleum. The main doors opened when she slammed into them, driving her shoulder into the curving floral dragons that embossed the wood. The roof exploded. Shirayuki flung up her arms and dove for the ground, debris raining down on her from above. She could hear Izana’s footsteps on the great stairs at the front of the room. She stood and shook herself, ears ringing, as Izana descended under the newly revealed night sky.

“I told you before, Shirayuki,” Izana said, pulling two silver katanas from a sheath on his back, “Zen’s death meant yours was next.”

“And if I return the favor?”

Clack-clack-clack went her pistol as she reloaded it. Izana quirked a brow.

“Either way, Zen doomed you to die. This was your destiny from the beginning.”

“Zen’s death has nothing to do with me anymore.” Shirayuki took aim, closed an eye. “Let’s end it all.”

“As you wish.”

She moved before he did, boots clattering halfway up the stairwell, bullets clashing with Izana’s blades. Shirayuki swooped under, shooting a katana out of Izana’s hand as he swiped at her, slicing her thigh, her side. Izana’s hand came down on her gun as hers grasped the handle of his sword, and they were locked, arms shuddering as they fought for control.

“You don’t control me,” Shirayuki growled. “You never did.”

Izana stepped back suddenly, reclaiming his sword, pushing her gun back into her hands.

“Then show me.”

Izana’s sword was a silver arc spinning towards her gut, and Shirayuki fired, knowing she wouldn’t be able to get out of the way, watching the bullet gleam, dreamlike, watching it find the mark.

Izana fell.

His sword stopped inches from her stomach.

Obi was holding the blade of the katana in a gloved hand, turning it in the air, flinging it far. His fingers were cut and bleeding and they were both alive.

Izana coughed, once, and quit breathing.

Then Obi was wrapped around her and Shirayuki went limp in his arms. ____

The first rays of dawn made the courtyard blindingly bright. Izana’s men watched the figure stagger out from the wreckage, raising guns and swords.

Obi set Shirayuki down and kissed her cheek, lowering his stance, prepared to run. He was holding Izana’s swords. Shirayuki raised her arm, pointing at Izana’s men, fingers in the shape of a gun. The smile came easily to her face now. It was so easy to smile when there was nothing weighing you down.

“Bang.”

And they charged.

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@snowwhite-andtheknight

[nogoodnikolai]

having grown up watching a bunch of sketch comedy shows besides it im always kinda blindsided by how unfunny snl is. and im sure a lot of that comes from pain of writing off of headlines, but in a world with madtv and in living color and mr. show and whitest kids u know and i think you should leave and the birthday boys and (forgive me i know i know i know but it was 2003) chappelle's show its only real benefit is financially supporting ego nwodim so she can go on cbb and get to actually be funny

[karaokesoul32]

When BB & CBB worlds collide

[7grandmel]

Todays rip: 13/08/2023

Super Mario Hood Overworld Beatbox

Season 4 Episode 2 Featured on: SUPER GANGSTA BROS. MIXTAPE (PROD. HALTMANN WORK$$$)

Ripped by Sarvéproductions

Look, yall, I PROMISE I'll find a way to stop talking about the Gangster Mario takeover one day. It might not be within like, a year or so, but it'll happen eventually!! But can you blame me?? It was so fucking gooooddddd!!!!

Last I covered the takeover, I honed in a lot more on its stupider side - Caramariodansen was such a perfect encapsulation of everything that made the event special in broad strokes, in both its audio and visuals, yet it wasn't reflective of *all* the event had to offer. Look past the various ways in which one could "Super Mario Dat Hoe" and you'll find several other deep-cut references to Mario's brand being attached to really strange media. Such is the case with today's rip, referencing a certain YouTube series by the name of Cartoon Beatbox Battles.

These blew up for a small while on social media, and the channel hosting them - Verbalace - is shockingly popular at over 5 million views. It sits in a fascinating middle ground between typically-considered-cringe content made to draw clicks from kids, whilst also being ran by a genuinely exceptionally talented beatboxer. Though the animations and concept as a whole are rather crude, there IS genuine talent on display in the beats produced as part of CBB. And as a master of arranging, that talent was something Sarvéproductions was able to translate perfectly here.

In the Mario VS Sonic Cartoon Beatbox Battle, each character's theme plays off of official music from their games - the Super Mario World overworld theme for Mario, and Green Hill Zone for Sonic. The idea behind this rip (as well as its direct counterpart Verbalase Does What Nintendon't, also by Sarvéproductions) is to translate these beatbox renditions *back* into the video games they originally came from. The end result is honestly a bit uncanny in how effective it is - its impossible to unassociate it with the beatbox battle source material its from, yet also impossible to ignore just how good it still sounds. Tons of Super Mario World sound effects are creatively added to the mix to substitute sounds from the beatbox, and it all flows extremely naturally without ever breaking kayfabe. There's even some really cute ties to the beatbox battle's music video: in the last 30 seconds of the song, when Mario goes all-in on his performance whilst using the flying Propeller Suit powerup, the rip plays the Cape Feather powerup sound and adds the extra layer of percussion to the song that otherwise plays when riding Yoshi.

There's a LOT that goes into making arrangements like this, and a lot one can do to make it truly special. And with every year that passes since the channel's creation, it feels as if rips of this caliber only get more and more common.