#this trend is hilarious

[calexinred]

please, my pizza. congratulations , my pizza

[sturnioloshacker]

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C3QKzVtsSIT/?igsh=NDl5d3BtOXExbnB6

ASHSJEJDFKJDKDJEJWKWKENDJ

[mohabbaat]

wherever princess diana is right now, i know she is laughing.

[dailyplanetmedia]

[funnyshorts]

Chuck Norris once went to a feminist rally and came back with this clothes ironed and a sandwich.

[thispeachisweird]

[taevincii]

OMGGGGGGG 😍😍😍😍😍 he looks soooo good.

(c): Chargers via Tik Tok

[the-most-humble-blog]

Salad cheats on you in the fridge. Donuts? They stay loyal. 🍩🥗 #TeamDonut

[mamiya-a]

The babysitter, Eva and Eveline doing 'hear me out' cake trend and the babysitter can't miss the opportunity to put a horrific picture of Miranda (probably taken while the poor woman was sleeping) as her first proposal.

Meanwhile the reaction of the girls:

"THAT'S OUR MOM?"

(bonus points if later the babysitter is obligated to explain what a 'hear me out' cake is to Miranda, granny can't keep up with them internet jokes)

[louisjude]

bucktommys: *come up with a pretty logical theory but it doesn’t happen* aw shucks. welp! that’s alright. still a good episode :)

bvddies: YOU STUPID IDIOT TOMMY STANS HAHA YOU REALLY THOUGHT HE’D LAND THE PLANE LMAO LOSERS

may i remind you some of y’all legit believed in a wizard of oz theory. or that this was happening in space. or another dimension.

[viviraptor-art]

i'll take any opportunity to draw my cc's plotting murder. (meme source)

[momomallowart]

Insane crossover actually

[1-800-styles]

i’ve come up with so many stupid little scenarios that i’ve found hilarious so your welcome 🙏

sam, dean, cas and you playing cards against humanity

The bunker was alive with the kind of warmth and laughter that didn’t come around often enough. y/n had insisted they have a game night—something to unwind after a particularly rough week of hunting. Sam had reluctantly agreed, and Dean, surprisingly, had been all in once he heard beer and snacks were part of the plan. Even Cas, though slightly confused about the concept, had decided to join, per y/n’s request.

The table in the library was scattered with cards, snacks, and half-empty bottles of beer. Sam sat to y/n’s left, his arm draped casually over the back of her chair, while Dean sprawled across from them with his usual mischievous grin. Cas sat rigidly next to Dean, his trench coat hanging over the back of his chair, a look of quiet concentration on his face as he read through the cards in his hand.

“Alright,” Dean declared, shuffling the black cards. “Let’s see who’s got the darkest sense of humor. Cas, you’re in for a wild ride, buddy.”

“I’m still unclear on the rules,” Cas said, tilting his head as he examined his cards. “I select one card that I believe is humorous? Based on a prompt?”

“Exactly,” y/n said with a grin, leaning across the table to help him arrange his cards. “But the fun part is… well, the cards are kind of insane.” Dean snorted. “Kind of? Try downright filthy. It’s the only reason this game exists.”

Cas frowned slightly, still unsure but willing to participate.

The first black card of the night read, “What’s that smell?” Dean smirked, his eyes flicking over his cards before slamming one down. “Oh, this is gonna be good.”

y/n glanced at Sam, trying to suppress a giggle as she slid her card into the pile. Sam just shook his head, smiling as he played his own. Cas placed his card carefully. “I hope this is appropriate.”

Dean shuffled the submissions, then read them aloud one by one, his voice full of theatrics. “What’s that smell?’” Dean paused dramatically, then read, “‘Grandma’s ashes.’”

The group collectively groaned, except for Dean, who was laughing too hard to continue. “‘What’s that smell? … Bees?” Sam gave y/n a knowing look, and she burst into laughter, raising her hand. “That’s mine!”

Dean chuckled but waved her off. “Amateur. Moving on” Dean flipped the final card and paused, his smirk faltering into a look of utter confusion. “What the hell, Cas?”

Cas tilted his head. “Did I not choose correctly?” Dean held up the card. “‘What’s that smell? … The blood of Christ.’”

y/n gasped, her hand flying to her mouth to stifle a laugh as Sam shook his head in disbelief. “Cas, you can’t—”

Cas blinked innocently. “Why not? It seemed relevant.”

Dean slapped the table, howling with laughter. “Relevant? Cas, that’s not the point of this game!” y/n was doubled over, tears streaming down her face.

“oh my god cas you’ve already won.”

[dailyplanetmedia]

[funnyshorts]

[sipkntl]

sorry

cr: @sweepswoop_ on twitter