#comedy gold tbh

[flysafepapi]

hilarious to me that Mr "Sorry, I can't eat this, what if you poisoned the peas" didn't even question what was in that cup, he really went "oh boy this looks delicious" and chugged that thing

[sga-owns-my-soul]

never noticed that elizabeth is holding rodney’s hand at the end of tao of rodney and now i’m gonna scream about it

[forcebookish]

why's he so cute in this scene ejfjksjgks

[butchlifeguard]

yu yu hakusho chapter 18 manga of all time

[sydneybristowvaughn]

Alias - Season 1, Episode 17

pov: when your dad, your crush and your future bestie/brother-in-law break you out of federal custody so you can prove that the prophecy some 14th century mastermind/loon wrote about you is wrong

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

Kankri: Every time I walk int9 a r99m multiple pe9ple yell "trigger warning: f slur".

[ohblimeygeorge]

BAKE OFF IS BACK!!!!

Still on my I think the drivers should all take part in a gbbo special one day bullshit

[mothwingwritings]

I'm curious. Given some of the men are overprotective as hell, how would they respond when reader practices dangerous things like they're a high diver or biathlon (skiing shotgun) or any other dangerous sports

Here is my humble two cents on the matter:

They’re ALL for it! They think it’s cool as hell and even want to look into taking up the same hobby/sport (if they don’t already participate in it) so they can enjoy it with you! How neat is it that their S/O can do such an intense thing??? Just another aspect of you they get to brag about to all their friends. (Also, you look hot as hell doing it, so that’s a total plus too).

-Baki, Katsumi, Jack, Koushou, Pickle, Musashi.

Has their reservations, but trusts you and knows you will be careful.  They want you to have fun and enjoy yourself so they try not to let their worries overtake them. You have made it this long without any serious injury, right? You are seasoned and capable, so it will all be fine and they will support you in your death defying activities… but if you hurt yourself even ONCE it’s over and you are never touching said activity again, do you understand???

-Baki, Doppo, Retsu, Shibukawa, Katsumi, Hanayama, Pickle.

They haaaaaaaaaaaate it. It keeps them up at night. They toss and turn and worry and fret over you out there doing this stupid, dangerous thing. Why can’t you have a tame hobby like bird watching or something??? Doesn’t that seem nice? Please reconsider this. If you don’t they will NOT shut up about it and will send you countless articles and links about the dangers of said activity, or clips about people who got seriously injured doing the same thing. They refuse to be worried and scared alone and if they goad you enough you will stop, right?

-Doppo, Retsu, Biscuit, Motobe, Kureha.

They just will straight up not let you do it anymore. Sorry, but they love you too much for you to fuck yourself up with some dumbass hobby. If you won’t listen to reason they will physically restrain you, separating you from this dangerous nonsense by force if you so much as think of attempting it again. They will be keeping a vigilant watch on you (even if you don’t think they are) so don’t get any funny ideas.

-Yujiro, Shibukawa, Hanayama, Biscuit, Jack, Motobe, Kureha, Katou, Doyle.

It pisses them off because they know they will be better at it than you could ever be and they will immediately pick up the hobby/sport to prove this so that they can shove it in your face. You aren’t special babe, stop pretending you are cool for participating in thing thing that was so easy for them to learn. Amateur.  Also they hope their overwhelming skill dissuades you so much that you’ll stop doing it and then they can stop secretly freaking out over you potentially dying :)

-Yujiro, Koushou, Katou, Doyle, Musashi.

[pendragora]

3 seconds it took. 3 seconds it took for girls to lose it. And he has NO idea

[merrymorningofmay]

bitches be like:

*10 minutes later*

[bisaster-energy]

the end of evangelion bishagate 2.0. it's been an honor

[vino---delectable]

This is the most unserious film I have watched in awhile.. So many fourth walls were broken

[howaboutwedont]

the one time jerome was right about a bet was when he told patricia (on their fake date) "bet yours will end happier than mine"

[azamansource]

east is east (national theatre, 2021)

[vipier-a]

your lover going to walk away, but you grab them and pull them back in for a kiss before they go.

TRISTAN BARELY WAKES WHEN A SLIVER OF MORNING LIGHT FINALLY CREEPS OVER HIS FACE. were he more decidedly conscious, perhaps he’d notice that he’d slept in far later the he usually does, but alas, his mind still feels fuzzy and the warmth of his lover’s body pressed against his back, an arm slung over tris’s bare torso, isn’t exactly an encouragement to leave bed. the sounds of the waking camp drift into his tent — the buzz of conversation, the crackle of trooper coms, the rattle of various utensils, the clicks of weapons being triple checked — and after a few blissful moments, he begins to stir. the arm around him tightens in response, its owner murmuring a not so fast, general patel huskily against the shell of his ear.

“ it’s late, andor, ” he protests, half heartedly moving his shoulders as if he intends to rise. “ we should get— oh. mmh, you devil. ” cassian’s mouth has found a familiar path along his neck, one already charted the night before and plenty of nights previously. he may have more resistance under different circumstances, but his head remains foggy from a cup more nog than had perhaps been wise and the hours that followed, half tangled in carnal pleasure that they tried their damnedest to muffle from prying ears and half talking together in quiet about all manner of subjects — their pasts, the war, all variety of strange memories, although never touching on the future, which always seemed a pointed omission. unfortunately they’d lost track of time and tristan doubts they’ve gotten more than a couple hours of sleep in total, certainly not enough, in any case. the lack of rest doesn’t seem to deter @k4ssa even an ounce as he mouths hungrily at tristan’s pulse point, an errant hand already exploring the dips and planes and ridges of his lithe but solid abdomen. “ we’ll be caught, ” tris breathes, his voice catching as cass turns him on his back and drags his tongue along the hollow of his throat with what sounds like a chuckle and muffled shut up. “ they’ll be looking for us— ahh! ”

tris knows perfectly well from that moment, with cassian’s hands and eager mouth on his skin, that he would have given in, made love mid-morning with their squadrons just outside. unfortunately, the morning has other plans.

“ general? you in there? ” the familiar voice of one of his clone trooper commanders — sounds like specs, based on the tone — floats through from the fastened front flap of the tent. tristan freezes, then groans quietly to himself, swatting at cass’s shoulder in annoyance as the other man muffles a laugh into his skin.

“ shit. shut up, asshole, they’ll hear— hold on, commander! I’ll be right there! ” with a brief struggle, he breaks free of cassian’s grip to yank on the first pair of trousers and a tunic he can find. when he turns, holding the captain’s own discarded clothes in his hand, he’s met with cassian’s self-satisfied smirk, a challenge in itself — and an annoying one at that. with a scowl and a pointed look, tris tosses the clothing at him perhaps a little more aggressively than necessary, mouthing get dressed with an uncharacteristic amount of sternness. with that — and a brief glance in the mirror to try to fix his almost hopeless hair — tris slips outside, ensuring he securely fastens the flap behind him. “ sorry, specs. slept in. what’s going on? ”

“ a separatist scouting party was spotted a few clicks away. boys are awaiting your orders, sir. ” the way specs lifts his brow as he regards tristan briefly makes the jedi feel as though he’s forgotten to put on clothes after all, and with a fidgety hand, he tugs on his tunic — just to be sure. for his part, the general clears his throat, turns his head this way and that as if loosening his muscles, and ignores the way the commander’s gaze briefly lingers on his neck, which he’s now rather desperately hoping isn’t marked with proof of the man currently occupying the tent behind them.

“ right. uhm. continue surveillance, confirm how many there are, and report if they’re heavily armed. our location is well hidden, difficult to sneak up on, and it’d be unwise to engage if possible until we get our reinforcements. reports on the separatist troops stationed here don’t look promising for our current numbers. ” tristan tries to sound confident, but he knows he’ll have to chat with cassian about a further plan — after they take care of making it look like they didn’t spend the night together. tristan wasn’t born to lead ; he’s a solitary creature, more than capable of fighting like a warrior on his own but without much confidence when it comes to leading others in battlefield strategy. “ give me ten minutes and I’ll meet you and kilo in the war tent. see if you can pull the captain’s commanders, too. I’m sure they’ll want to consult on this. ”

“ of course, sir, ” agrees specs with a nod of finality. for a moment, he looks like he might turn away, but he pauses before adding, “ damnedest thing, actually. nobody can find captain andor this morning. any idea where he is, general? early patrol, maybe? ”

the brief silence that lingers after is too long and, if tristan didn’t know better, far too heavy with implication. he feels his eyes narrow just the slightest bit as he looks back at specs, trying to determine without much success if there’s something he knows that perhaps he shouldn’t. for his part, specs blinks back rather innocently — and although tris still isn’t convinced that the question lacked all implication, he is at least mildly satisfied that the commander does not seem poised to pry. finally, tristan settles on a response that feels foolish even as he says it: “ I’ll see if I can reach him. ” as if the asshole isn’t listening right now, probably delighting in my misery.

“ very good, sir, ” is blessedly all specs says in response before departing with a salute to his general, which tristan returns before slipping back through the tent flap. thank force that’s over.

“ don’t even start, ” he says immediately, without having to look up to see cassian’s infuriating grin. tris can see out of the corner of his eye now that the captain has dressed, even though his clothes are a bit rumpled, and he appears to have used tristan’s comb to wrangle his thick hair into something more manageable and entirely less obviously rumpled by tris’s desperate, clinging fingers the night before. “ you’ll have to go out the back. be careful. and I know you were listening, but remember: war tent, ten minutes. ” he pauses as he dips his comb in some water to run it through his own hair. “ actually, make it fifteen. bit suspicious if it seems like you received the message at the same time as specs. ” even if specs knows something, after all, it’s hardly wise to get even sloppier around the rest of the troopers.

as he gazes at his reflection in the mirror, draping on his shoulder armor and outer leather tunic and belting it all around the middle, he’s able to watch as an amused cassian steps purposefully by him, pauses, and drops a playful kiss on the top of his head. the jedi huffs annoyed and swats his comb toward his lover with a hissed, “ are you insane?! go! ” but for all he’s played the rational, level-headed general this morning, they both know him better than that. as cass begins to slip away, tristan can’t help but turn on his heel and swiftly reach out to grasp his wrist. the captain doesn’t resist as tris pulls him back in, draping his other arm around his neck to kiss him soundly, deeply, just once, although he lingers for a good few moments longer than perhaps he should. cassian melts into it in return, arm pulled securely around tristan’s waist until the jedi finally pulls away and pushes once, firmly, on his chest toward the back of the tent. “ go. I’ll see you in a minute. after you change that shirt. you look a mess, captain. ”

[moist-jenga]

I talk a lot of shit but in reality I just cried over literally nothing