#comedians to know

[ghcstao3]

people are naturally just nervous around ghost when they don’t really know him, so whenever he tells one of his jokes, he’s met with forced laughter seemingly meant to appease him, and that in itself he finds funny. so he starts to tell really, really bad jokes on purpose. ones he knows are terrible and unfunny just to see if there’s a limit to what soldiers will continue to nervously laugh at.

so far, that limit has yet to be reached. then soap and gaz, the bastards, only make it worse when they start pretending to laugh hysterically whenever ghost is testing out a new joke, wiping imaginary tears from their eyes and saying good one, lt, your best yet, which only serves to make those other soldiers more nervous about ghost’s jokes, and more susceptible to fake laughter.

ghost isn’t done yet, though. he’s not stopping until he either puts an end to the forced laughs or manages to elicit a real one.

[lagraisselesbienne]

brittany broski for people magazine’s creators of the year 2024

[captain-flint]

i'm obsessed with him

[the-chat-who-got-the-cream]

the absurdity of some of the lines in the finale have been rotating in my head like a rotisserie chicken and IM NOT EVEN FINISHED-

[linoyes]

lee know in every skz code - ep 13

[strawbxttries]

prisoner 1: can you stop cheating at cards?

prisoner 2: im not fucking cheating

prisoner 3: can you guys stop fighting? yknow what, let’s just play checkers instead!

prisoner 2: can’t. someone lost the checkers board— I SAW YOU PEAK AT MY CARDS. YOU’RE CHEATING, TOO.

prisoner 1: NUH-UH

prisoner 3, trying to make small talk: so, what’d you get in for?

prisoner 4 (2’s cellmate): i killed someone.

[overcastedsays]

Fun Fact: certain frogs gain their coloration from the bugs they eat. I wonder if this principle applies to other things

[itsnotmourn]

WOAHHH stagefright canon. with skid and pump! also who is THAT on the right

[thetorturedbolter]

i’m obsessed with how phil backed dan into a corner with the dan vs phil, he was straight up like yeah, i wanted to ask for it :/ but i knew you’d say no :/ so i came up with an elaborate scheme but now that i’ve lost it will never happen :/ this is so sad ://// and dan was just like ffs. bring it back i guess!!! give them awards for being the funniest gays to ever exist RIGHT NOW!!!

[telesodalite]

Never getting over Fulcrum being a project manager...

Idk why, but something about that is so funny to me. Not just because the title of "project manager" is inherently kinda funny for a Decepticon, but also because-

1. It's vague sounding and hard to explain irl because it technically exists in multiple fields, like healthcare or manufacturing, which surely translates into canon in some way.

2. In canon, it's simultaneously a really mundane, innocuous sounding job, yet it's also a super morally awful position to reside over depending on the context. (*cough* forced colonization and cyberforming *cough*)

And 3. It solidifies the fact that behind all the surface level militaristic work we get with both the Decepticons and Autobots, there's also Cons and Bots with "normal" jobs in both factions.

Like, sure yeah we get scientists and doctors, engineers and programmers, but usually in big important or warfront positions. (For plot reasons, understandably.) But it's also really funny and interesting to think of those that worked background positions, or minor jobs.

Like an Autobot working in their equivalent of an HR department, or a Decepticon who runs one of their outpost's or starship's kitchens.

Just all the pre-war jobs that didn't just disappear with the war, but instead evolved to exist within the factions.

It's particularly funny with the Decepticons though, because it could be a super mundane job or situation, but because it's them, it has to have an air of ~e v i l~ to it, either legitimately and/or merely for the vibes, like Tarn's "performance reviews".

[emotinalsupportturtle]

whenever I feel sad, overwhelmed, stressed or plain disgusted with life I watch some unhinged British TV (especially comedy panels and shows)

No cure like that

[auronstory]

Favorite character dynamics: —Auron and Yuna

[tilbageidanmark]

[atomra]

The full alucard/atom comic! I had a lot of fun with this and I hope to make more dynamic comicy things like this in the future 😎💙

You can see more about Atom here!

[linoyes]

[the-heros-sidekick]

❝ went looking for a creation myth, ended up with a pair of cracked lips. ❞

He feels it first at the back of his neck. A buzzing, like the crackling of electricity underneath his skin, reverberating against the hollow of his skull. Something is knocking, making its presence known: A particular kind of evil that had snuck into Stiles’ mind once already, stealing away control over his body. Condemning him to sit back, trapped in his own mind, rendering him powerless. Doomed to watch in horror as his  blood-stained hands wielded sharpened blades against those he loved. They’d gotten him out, though nearly at the cost of his own life—a sacrifice Stiles had been more than willing to make, so long as no one else would get hurt because of him. And yet something must have stayed behind, lodged into the membrane of his skull like a shard of glass. For the longest time he’d managed to keep the horrors contained to only haunt him in the dead of night, leaving him sleep deprived and wrung out, every nerve ending scraped thin. But now, even the light of day no longer offers refuge for Stiles to feel safe. Long gone is the once obnoxiously loud, carefree kid—left in its stead is a man carrying himself with caution, treading quietly across the space between other people’s reality and what lies beyond. He knows there are demons out there listening, waiting for an opportunity to exploit any sign of weakness—a door left slightly ajar, perhaps, much like the door to Stiles’ mind they’d never managed to close. The feeling of impending doom crescendos and Stiles, feeling sick to his stomach with fear, clings desperately to the words he repeats to himself like a mantra. "Nothing gets in unless you let it.” But the words turn to ash in his mouth, memories of past experiences proving him a liar. 

an exploration of Teen Wolf's 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐊𝐈—𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐄 who, after leaving Beacon Hills behind, settled down in New York where he's now considered the FBIs golden boy ― crafted for @fakevz. following canon events of the show with additional headcanons. low activity & very crossover friendly. minors dni. this blog operates in english only. est. 2014 ♗ ©

𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐍: loss of innocence ⊹ comedic sidekick ⊹ overcoming demonic possession ⊹ a morally gray world ⊹ undying loyalty ⊹ survivor's guilt ⊹ agent of chaos ⊹ deflecting with humor

✧  𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 ✧ 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 ✧ 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒

I think I've loved you since I met you. I just mistook it for curiosity.

Ever since I first laid eyes on you, I felt this unquenchable need to know you. I blamed it on ulterior motives, justified it because I needed something from you, because you held the answers I was looking for, because no one else was able to help but you. Looking back on it now though, I'm starting to think that maybe some part of me knew right from the start, that first night I stumbled upon you in the woods, what took me years to see: Maybe my heart recognized that it was going to love you right away, and I spent the years to come catching up with what it knew right from the start. That it was always going to be you. How could it ever have been anyone else? Through mayhem and bloodshed, through fear and loss, through grief and sleepless nights, you were the one constant that remained. When I lost sight of everything—first myself, then reality, then hope—you were the one guiding my way like a beacon, or a north star. If I've ever known peace, it's in all the moments that your hand has touched mine and that your arms have held me tirelessly, putting your body like a shield between me and every inkling of danger. Of all the late-night wonderings of trying to make sense of the last decade (and failing), what remains is this singular thought: At least it was you. At least it was me. At least it was us, together. I'd bear it all a million times over if it meant I got to hold your hand at the end of it all. You are the moment of quiet at the end of a long day, you are breathless laughter, you're the patch of sunlight filtering in through the window that I stand in to warm myself. You are everything good in this world and living proof that there is hope despite it all, and I love you beyond measure.