#ugly laugh

[kaelio]

[zouofzouey]

The Ugly Laugh (Or lack thereof) JJK x Fem!Reader

Is anyone self-conscious of their laugh?

I'm writing this for a friend whose boyfriend told them to cover their mouth when they smile and laugh. I told him to throw the whole boyfriend out. We'll see if that happens. Luv u, Rae.

Featuring; Yuji

(I couldn't think of any fun names to call him today)

Also... it's been a while since I've posted... my bad. Uh, please take this stupid fluff as an apology.

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Yuji Itadori

Ah yes, a calm Saturday morning

You, Yuji, and a movie fit for the trash bin

It was a horrible horror movie you found at a 90% markdown at some random Walmart just down the street from your apartment.

Yuji was sitting next to you, one arm slung across your shoulder with his other cradling the bowl of popcorn you had made only 30 minutes ago.

"This is the stupidest movie we've seen in a while..."

"It is pretty lame." Yuji laughed at the scene where the girl was being "brutally" murdered, "The fake blood is looking extra fake, huh?"

You smiled, "How can it look extra fake? That implies that there's a certain level of fake that it's going beyond."

"Huh?"

"Never mind, silly."

You took a bite of popcorn and almost choked when there was some sort of egregious CGI monster on the screen.

You started to laugh so hard that you were choking for air. Your hand covered your face while doing so.

"Don't do that! You'll only choke harder!"

Yuji put the bowl to the side and held both of your shoulders.

"If you actually choke on popcorn I don't know how to the the heim... heilm... THE NOT CHOKY MANEUVER!"

That only made you laugh harder.

When the laughter died down you wiped a tear from your eye and stared at him with a glum expression.

"Sorry, Yuji, I know my laugh is kinda ugly... I didn't mean to make you sit through that for-" You looked at the clock, "-3 minutes... my bad."

He stared at you for a moment, his face void of expression.

"Uh... Yuji?"

All of a sudden, he grabbed the sides of your face and got a determined look in his eyes.

"Who told you your laugh was ugly?"

"H-huh?"

"Who told you? Was it an ex-boyfriend? An old friend? A-"

"Yuji, chill! No one has ever said that to me... I just... don't like the sound of my laugh..."

He stared for another moment, much longer than the last

His thumbs reached to the sides of your mouth, squishing your face until the corners of your mouth were a bit higher.

"See? Your smile's pretty! And you laugh like an angel!"

"A biblically accurate angel or...?"

He froze with a shocked look on his features. He started to wave his hands around widely.

"That's not what I meant! Your laugh is nice! And cute! As cute as a donkey!"

When he realized what he had said, he shouted, "DONKEYS ARE CUTE! They're loyal like you are! And... and..."

Yuji sighed and pressed his face into your shoulder, "I... I'm sorry... I'm not good at this."

You couldn't hold it any longer, you laughed.

He jolted up when your shoulders started to shake.

"I-i'm- sorry... for laughing but..." Between fits of laughter, you took hold of his hand. "But you're so funny sometimes."

Time stilled, with you tracing imaginary lines into his palm, "That's what I like about you... you always make me smile... and you don't judge that smile..."

"You're great..." Your voice drifted off like your thoughts.

You glance up at his beaming face. Yuji gave a big grin and laughed, "You're greater."

A faint grin slipped its way onto your mouth, "You're the greatest."

"You're the greatester."

"That's not a word, Yuji."

"Well, I'll make it a word!"

"And what authority do you have on making words?"

"I dunno."

Sigh...

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[side-shuffling-hyperfixations]

Can I request a fic where Mary Jane boosts Peter's confidence about something he doesn't really like about himself but she finds it really cute? <3

Laugh Language

Summary: Peter is pretty self-conscious about his “ugly” laugh so he does his best to stifle it. MJ wants to see him happy and is having none of that.

The film they had rented was a comedy. By definition it was supposed to make them laugh and surprisingly, they had stumbled upon a rare jewel that didn’t rely on humor that was too dumb or lowbrow. It set just the right tone and hit just the right beats. About halfway through they had been forced to pause the movie just to take a breather!

While they had first started sitting nicely side by side under the blankets, now MJ was sprawled sideways on her armrest for support as she struggled to wipe the tears of joy from her eyes. Peter wasn’t helping much to keep everything steady, stifled giggles shaking the couch cushions.

“Oh, wow, this is just too much!” MJ managed to gasp. “What do you think so far, Pete? You enjoying it?”

“It’s great,” he agreed, “but good grief, all this laughing is making my stomach hurt!”

“What are you talking about? I’m practically on the floor over here and I don’t think I’ve heard you laugh out loud once!”

Peter’s grin waned slightly at that but it was the color that tinged his cheeks which caught her notice. “Maybe that’s for the best,” he admitted. “I’ve got kind of an ugly laugh so I-I try to keep it quieter, y’know. I don’t like to draw too much attention to it.”

“What? No, that can’t be right.” When he offered no more than a self-conscious shrug, she propped herself higher to face him. “I don’t believe for a second that there’s a single ugly thing about you, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, well, that’s because you haven’t heard it,” he countered, trying to keep his tone light and jokey, but his flush of chagrin hadn’t cooled.

“That doesn’t mean I don’t mean it!” she insisted, uncurling her legs from the blankets’ folds so she could dig one foot into his side for emphasis.

“H-Hey!” He couldn’t help but jump at her nudge, promptly recoiling to the other end of the couch. MJ’s brows shot up at such an unexpected overreaction and he grumbled unintelligibly, hugging his arms to his chest. That was when it dawned on her.

“Peter Parker,” she exclaimed, pushing herself fully upright. “Are you ticklish?”

“No!”

“You are, you so are!”

“I’m not! It was just that your feet are cold, you startled me,” he protested, not at all convincing as his gaze darted away. A maniacal smirk overtook MJ’s face, bigger than any of the times she had smiled at the show.

“You think your laugh is ugly and I wouldn’t like it?” she repeated, already kicking her portion of the covers aside. “Well, I think I ought to hear it for myself so I can have my own educated opinion!”

“Sorry, what? Whoa, hang on, wait, wait, wait just a second!” he babbled as he got an inkling of what was coming. “We’re not done with the movie yet! Shouldn’t we—D-Don’t you wanna know how it ends before you—?”

“Nope!” On that note she pounced, clambering up and over the couch cushions to dig her fingers into him. The first noise that tore out of him was somewhere in the realm of an abrasive squawk for help that wouldn’t come, then his voice cracked as it was followed by a peal of shrill, squeaky giggles that made MJ’s heart turn a somersault. “Aww, there it is!”

“Eheheh-hh-Em-MJ—!” he half sputtered, half hiccuped, trying to hide his face as it turned bright pink. With his embarrassment occupying his hands, however, he couldn’t protect any of his sensitive spots. MJ’s nails skittered gleefully along his ribs like piano keys and all he could do was wriggle and writhe and pedal his legs haphazardly. He was still tangled up in his side of the blanket nest; he couldn’t extricate himself to run.

“Okay, you must have been talking about some other Peter Parker because your laugh is frickin’ adorable!”

“S’not!” he lamented, muffled behind his palms. “S’s-so—S’so bad!”

“Are you in denial, Peter? Are you just afraid to accept the fact that you’re cute? I’ve got the proof for you right here!” she announced, stretching further to wiggle two fingers into the curve of his throat. The whistly squeal that resulted reminded her all too much of the little penguin from the second Toy Story movie and that mental image got her laughing again too. “Have you got a squeaker in there?”

“No-o-o!”

“It sure sounds like you do! Let me check again real quick.”

“Eheheh—MJ, plea-hee-ease!” he wheedled.

“Admit that it’s cute and I can stop! Reluctantly, considering the fact that I could listen to it for hours, but I’ll stop.”

“But it—hh—it’s—jus’ sounds so—c-croaky and weird! S-Sound like a smoker—”

“Wrong answer!”

“Ahaha-ack—! Okay, ’kay, ’kay, s’cute! I-It’s cute!” As promised MJ sat back on her heels and held up her hands in surrender. Peter promptly sagged in relief, still wheezing weakly as he tried to burrow deeper under the blankets for safety.

“That’s what I thought too!” she concurred cheerily, the picture of innocence. “Didn’t I say that from the start?”

“Uhh…Uh-huh…”

She let him recover in companionable silence for a minute or so before running a gentler, chaste stroke down his arm to find his hand for a squeeze. “How’s that stomachache now?”

A wry, weary flicker of a smile quirked his lips. “…Little better.”

[tinyetoile]

This panel of Falin in the blu ray extras is the funniest fucking thing I've ever SEEN

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[tomcriuse]

The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly 1966, dir. Sergio Leone

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Jealousy, Jealousy

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soap

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Happy Mother’s Day! - or happy parental appreciation day 🌻💚

I know it’s not the same date all around the world but here we go :)

It’s as good as any day to give your loved ones a call ✨ have a fantastic Sunday 🐝

[sculien]

CLUE (1985)

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[itz-pandora]

The bride and the ugly little ass groom

[taee]

he has my whole heart

[dissectress]

my beautiful princess with a disorder........................

[rubberbandgirlme]

my name is zevran arainai. adventurer and occasional assassin.