#mrs. Boosh

[animalawesomeness]

Some of my favorite Glitch Techs bits in no particular order

The sitcom opening (oh yeah and Niiix)

All the weird insults and words they use

Miko mouthing all the words to Count Nogrog monolog

"Deal, baby seal"

"Holy smokes!!" "Ugh, there's gotta be better cheese than this"

Mitch having a cat named Mrs. Boosh (he either named his catchphrase after his cat or his cat after his catchphrase. Idk which is funnier or they could both both be from something else i guess)

Fives' chipmunk-with-hiccups sneezes

The animation changing to convey emotions

When they have armor over their normal clothes

Girls with giant swords

Ally and Alpha's fistbump/headbump thing

That cat bubble thing (what the hell is that?? Why is it a thing? Is it Miko specific? Who looked at a bubble used for fighting monsters and thought 'there should be cats in here'??)

Five putting that little bird in his hair

Ridley's dragon kitty Horn 2.0

"That thing sounds like Mitch playing Karaoke Hero"

Miko's 'theme song'

The unicorn's graphics at the end of Ping

When they actually fix games (they are tech support)

[the-generous-fool]

Cosplay convention, but everyone is Mr Susan

[justplainsimon]

"What if the Moon was Transphobic?"

[kraniumet]

do they simply no longer create two slapstick comedians who make out sloppy style with each other about every second season finale or so?

[mitchftw]

Overdramatically laying his head down with large, pleading eyes. How's a kid meant to survive in these conditions... with no kitty in his arms... to cuddle, hug, squeeze, and spin around the room...

[roadtonasty]

[goofygooberton]

you’re so right

i think stand up is the most autism form of comedy (complimentary)

[fallen-w1ngs]

'' flower shop of new feelings ,,

[ 02 : get a grip ]

|| pairing : james "bucky" barnes x florist!reader

|| warning : none , bucky's an awkward guy <3

|| wc : 2.2k

Clint’s birthday went wonderfully, at least, in Tony’s eyes. There was a big celebration in the Tower, lots of people were invited. Well, actually most of them were just Clint’s friends from SHIELD as well as the Avengers. Even Peter and his aunt were invited! It was a fun celebration.. Well, to everyone but Bucky.

It wasn’t like Bucky hated parties, no in fact he loved them! At least, he was supposed to, back in the 40s, he loved to go to parties before.. Everything. Ah, but now? He was sitting at the bar, silently drinking some alcoholic drink that wouldn’t make him even the slightest bit tipsy. The only people here that were completely sober were the spider kid, his aunt, and Bucky. Even Steve was drunk from whatever Asgardian drink that Thor had brought this time. Not that Bucky minded, he loved seeing Steve happy. No, what was bothering him was that the spider punk was bothering him now.

“Oh! And- and one time there was a bank robbery back home and they were all wearing masks of everyone- well, not everyone everyone. But! They were wearing Mr. Stark and Mr. Roger masks and other Avengers,” Peter rambled on, swirling his apple juice in one hand as he leaned against the bar table.

Bucky just nodded along with any story that Peter was talking about.. In all honesty, Peter reminded him of his little sister.. But more annoying.

“But I took them down! It was actually really easy! Except that they had this weird weapon, like really weird! It went all boosh!” He made finger guns and pointed them at Bucky. “Mr. Barnes?”

Bucky bit back a sigh and just grunted in response as he took another swig of vodka. Might as well have the strongest drink and not get drunk, right?

“What was it like back in the 40s?”

Bucky spared a glance over to Peter, his eyebrow raised. He didn’t expect this, didn’t expect curiosity from the kid. “It was.. Different.”

“Liiike?”

“Loud. But not like it is now.” Bucky shrugged, in all honesty, he didn’t remember much due to the whole brainwashing thing, but what he did remember were.. Pictures, sounds. He remembered the music and how it made him feel. He remembered things from his childhood. “Steve ‘n I used to skip school a lot. Steve, uh, hated doin’ it, but I forced him to.” Bucky chuckled as he remembered, maybe he was getting tipsy ‘cause usually he wouldn’t be so open about his past. Or maybe the kid was easy to talk to, easier than the other avengers.

“We used t’skip and go to the greasy spoon a block away from our school, buy an ice cream soda with two scoops for us both. If we were lucky, we’d run into some dames and take a powder to the nearest place we can go for a dance.” As Bucky reminisced of the past, his inner Brooklynn boy came out and he started spitting slang from back then left and right. He didn’t even realize until he turned back to Peter who had the biggest smile on his face, but was so confused.

“That sounds fun!” Peter chuckled and took a sip of his apple juice, an awkward silence forming between the two before he asked. “Do you miss it?”

Bucky took a second and shrugged, he didn’t know if he did. It was simpler, yeah, but nowadays he has freetime. Didn’t have to fight every second of the day when he woke up. Didn’t have to worry about HYDRA controlling him, sure, he struggled with episodes sometimes, but.. He had Steve, he wasn’t alone. Wasn’t in the trenches.

“I don’t miss the war if that’s what you’re askin’, kid”

Peter chuckled and opened his mouth to speak again before May tapped his shoulder. “C’mon, Peter, it’s getting late, you still have school tomorrow.”

“Awe, man” Peter huffed before jumping off the barstool. “I’ll see you later, Mr. Barnes!”

Bucky waved to both Peter and May, a small ‘bye’ leaving his lips before he turned back to his drink. Man, time to just be a wallflower and watch as everyone got absolutely buzzed.

–

The next morning came by in a flash, it helped that Bucky turned in early. Well.. Early was a stretch, he went to bed at 2 AM, even when everyone was still preoccupied with the festivities. When, said, man left his room at 8 AM, he found everyone passed the hell out on the couches.

He didn’t wanna wake anyone up, so he just went to the kitchen and looked for something to eat. Something about the modern days was that it was easier to cook something! Not just boiled, though he did miss the bread pudding.

“Shit.” he muttered to himself as he found out, yeah no the guests raided the kitchen.. Or maybe it was all the passed out Avengers. Might as well go on a run and get some groceries. He hated doing errands, but no one was telling him to do it, no pressure.. Might as well buy some stuff.

In a few quick moments, he put a hoodie on and a nice pair of jeans on with his gloves nicely placed on his hands. He didn’t like showing off his hands, let alone his metal arm. Hated scaring people. Bucky made his way down the Tower and left. Taking a deep breath in the early morning air, he walked down to the nearest grocery shop.. Which was 20 minutes away, or 25 on foot. He didn’t mind, he liked walking.

–

Soon enough, he made it to the grocery shop. With it being 8:28 AM, and being a Tuesday, it wasn’t too busy. In fact, there was barely anyone.. Barely anyone.

He made his way through the aisles, and there he saw.. The cute florist from before. Except no apron like before,, they were just wearing a lazy day outfit, they were struggling with grabbing something on the top shelf but god they still looked-

You glanced up and saw Bucky, a flash of confusion on your face before you snapped your fingers and pointed to him. A big smile dancing on your lips as you exclaimed, “James!”

“Hey-” Bucky stopped himself and cringed internally. He may have been non-stop thinking about you and your face, but he was an ass to not have asked your name. “Y-You..”

They’regonnahatemethey’regonnahatemethey’regonnahatem-

“Pff- ha!”

Instead of what Bucky assumed, you shook your head and started giggling at Bucky’s awkwardness. He looked so mean ‘n scary, but here he was acting like a huge dork!

“The name’s [Name],” You went back down from your tippy toes. Man, you were just really cute- DAMNIT! Get a grip, Sargeant. “Hey! You’re like a giant, think you can grab that for me?”

You pointed at the box on the top, which was a box of fruit snacks. Cute. “Yeah, sure.”

Bucky grabbed the fruit snacks, glanced at the cover.. It was Avengers inspired fruit snacks. He raised his eyebrow and looked over at you with a slight hint of curiosity. Embarrassed, you snatched the box from Bucky’s hand and shoved it into your basket.

“They’re good-” You muttered. “The snacks and the heroes, I mean.”

“You like the Avengers?”

“Who doesn’t?”

“The bad guys.” He shrugged, and you laughed.

You kept laughing for a few moments, Bucky was just.. Admiring you. The way the corner of your eyes wrinkled, the way your cheeks flushed just the smallest bit.. Man, why was he acting like this? Barely knew you, yet his mind was reeling. Sure, he flirted back in the 40s.. A lot, but.. I dunno, there’s something different about you.

“James?” Your voice snapped him out of his trance. Sure, he was absolutely enamored right now, but his face looked like he was just annoyed. “Wanna just shop with me? I-I’m probably just gonna get junk food if I’m alone, so-”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay!”

With a new pep in your step, you led him down the aisles. Checking over the produce section, he grabbed a few carrots, a package of lettuce. In turn, you grabbed some veggies as well.. It was more out of peer pressure (despite there not being any pressure), at least the plan was working. He inspired half of your purchases that day, and honestly, that’s a good thing. It seemed half his food was real healthy shit..

“Do you live alone?”

“Wha? Oh,” Bucky looked down at his basket before nodding. “I live with.. A lot of people”

“That makes way more sense, didn’t peg you for a-” You glanced into his basket and a small smirk tugged at your lips. “Pop tart, beer, and toast guy.”

Bucky shrugged and scratched the back of his head. He was just buying things from the usual grocery shop list. Pop tarts for Thor, beer for.. Half the Avengers, toast just for everyone, etc etc.

“My roommates are foodies”

“I can tell!” He watched as you hummed and grabbed one last item. “That should be good for me! You done?”

He nodded.

“Great! Where d’you live?” Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you realized what you said. “I-I’m asking ‘cause maybe after we pay I can walk you home! Or- somethin’.. I dunno, sorry-”

“Oh.” The tall man in front of you shuffled in his spot. “No need. I live a few blocks away, it’d be a hassle.”

“Oh, well, that sucks! I was hoping to talk with you more!”

Bucky walked besides you as you both walked to the self-paying cash registers. Man, your words made his heart start beating faster. How could you be so.. Smooth with this? Maybe you didn’t realize, it could just be something you see as platonic. He didn’t know.

“I can.. Give you my number.” Bucky muttered, he knew that’d be seen as flirty. Or at least hitting on you.. But, he didn’t mind. Maybe he wanted that? NO. No, Steve told him to make connections, this is just to make a new friend.

Your eyes lit up at the offer and you nodded quickly. Quickly finishing up at paying for your groceries and took your phone out. “You can put your number in my phone after you're done paying?”

Bucky nodded again. You watched as he put everything away and.. Okay, admired his arm. Even under the hoodie, you can tell he worked out. James was really handsome, but so mysterious at the same time! Not much of a talker, but you could do all the talking.. You wonder, would he talk in bed- NO WAIT! Get a grip, goddamnit. This was all supposed to be innocent, he’s just a new friend.

As quickly as your grocery shopping came, the two of you walked out, side-by-side.

“It was nice seeing you again, James!” You waved back and walked away, one new number in your phone.

–

By the time Bucky got back to the Tower, everyone was already awake, but hungover as hell. The only ones who weren’t super hungover were Steve, Natasha and Thor.

“Hello, one-armed man!” Thor waved over to Bucky and gestured him over to join, said, Steve, Natasha and him over to the kitchen table.

Bucky gave a short nod and put the grocery bags on the table.

“You better have gotten-” Natasha looked through the bags and let out a huff. Not of annoyance, one of thanks. “Thanks.”

She waved the bag of pistachios in the air before opening it and started eating them up. She loved pistachios.

“Man of one arm, you have done wonderfully!” Thor grabbed one of the three boxes of pop tarts and started eating one. “As thanks, I will make tea!”

Bucky nodded, even though he’d rather have coffee than tea, but he’d rather not correct Thor. He’s one of the only people who weren’t a part of the Civil war, the other was Bruce Banner.

“Thanks for the food, Buck,” Steve opened the bread and spread a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

Bucky just grunted in response and took a bite of a piece of bread in which Steve made for him. Just a simple piece of white bread with peanut butter. He took his phone out and checked it for a moment.. You texted him.

Florist : hey, james :3! sorry if this is quick, just wanted to make sure you had my number! if this isnt james this is rlly embarrassing

The corners of Bucky’s mouth quirked up, very quick, very faint. Didn’t last long, but he texted back.

James : It’s me, don’t worry. Hi, [Name], and don’t worry, this isn’t embarrassing.

“Buck?”

Steve’s voice cut him from his.. Trance of you. He hit send on the text before putting his phone away. “What?”

“Who y’texting?” The blonde leaned on the table and eyed him suspiciously. A small smirk on his face as he eyed Bucky.. He knew for a FACT the only people Bucky texted was Sam and him, and on OCCASION Peter.

“Nothing- no one. Don’t worry about it, punk.”

“You sure? You look pretty happy”

A small murmur came from Natasha as she leaned over to Thor. “He looks happy?”

“C’mon, you can’t lie to me, Buck, I’ve known you for years”

“Steve-”

“Is it a dame?”

“Shut it before I hit you, punk” Bucky glared at Steve and bit his bread before huffing. Steve rolled his eyes and put his hands up in defeat.

“Fine, fine.”

With that, he didn’t ask anymore. And Bucky decided; he’ll only text you when he’s alone.

|| i am quite enjoying writing for bucky <333 also, ily domestic avengers

[rawenky]

he finally dragged them to his place for hair tips (ft. Mrs Boosh and the only person she will ever loaf on)

[zorosangell]

⛥ﾟ・。 lucky punch: chapter three

chapter synopsis: you play an awesome opening season game despite the hangover, and manage to spot your mystery man in the stands... time to get your apology ready.

cw: high school/college au, violence, underage drinking, parties, mature themes, profanity, sports, reader is on the volleyball team, zoro is in kendo, you and zoro are both seniors and eighteen, etc.

"NEVER IN MY YEARS OF ANNOUNCING HAVE I SEEN A PERFORMANCE SUCH AS THIS! IT SEEMS AS IF (Y/N) IS UNSTOPPABLE TONIGHT!" Mr. Jimbei announced, his shouts of praise followed by the howls of excitement of the entire student body, everyone packed tightly into the gymnasium.

Everyone with a pulse was there, even some from other schools.

Out the corner of your eye, you noticed a spike getting set up on the other side of the court, the opposing team seeming to try and shift formation discreetly.

'Not on my watch...'

Thinking on your feet, you quickly sprinted over to the other side and jumped, your palm meeting the curve of the ball perfectly, blocking the spike and earning yet another point.

The crowd went wild, the gym rattling with whoops and hollers of excitement as your team set up again.

"Nice save!" Koala smiled, giving you a double high-five.

"Thanks," you panted, wiping the sweat on your brow with the hem of your shirt as you headed back to your position. "Let's get another one."

"THANKS TO HER QUICK THINKING, (Y/N) HAS SCORED YET ANOTHER POINT FOR THE SEA KINGS!"

"GO, (Y/N)-SWAAAAAN!" Sanji cheered from the stands, doing his signature, noodle-armed dance.

"Here we go!" Vivi bounced the ball a few times, adjusting her grip before winding up for a serve. "Mach Two! Cobra!"

Tossing it up, she slammed her hand against the leather, sending a perfect float serve to the other side of the net.

Sadly, the opposing team received it well, managing to string together a pass before spiking it back.

"I got!" Conis called, receiving the ball perfectly, sending it Robin's way. "Robin!"

"Got it!" she confirmed, setting it in your direction. "Mach Two! Cobra!"

Running up, you bent your legs, making it look as if you were going to jump.

"Watch number three!" the captain of the other team barked.

Suddenly, Conis joined in, the two of you running in sync, making it impossible to decipher who was going for the ball.

"Number two, too!"

"Block for both!"

They shifted their blockers, preparing thoroughly for both spikes.

"Sike!" Koala laughed, coming out of nowhere and jumping for the ball, bring her hand down and beaming it straight for the ground. "Boosh!"

It slammed in their bounds with a deafening thud, your student section roaring to life at the play, which worked like a charm

"IT LOOKS LIKE THE SEA KINGS USED A TWO PRONGED, FEINT STRATEGY! WITH THEIR SPEED, THIS PLAY REQUIRED NEAR PERFECT COORDINATION! NOT ANYTHING TO SCOFF AT!"

"Nice job, K!" you congratulated, dapping the girl up. "That was clean!"

"Thanks!" she smiled, glancing at the scoreboard.

23-24

The team was in the third set, having won the first set and lost the second by a hair, and the entire room was electric with tension.

"Let's wrap this up, eh, ladies!"

"Sounds good to me," Robin smirked.

"We've got this!" Vivi reassured.

"WITH THE SCORE 23-24, THE SEA KINGS WILL NEED TO PULL THROUGH AND SCORE IN THIS LAST RALLY IN ORDER TO WIN THE MATCH! THE OUTCOME OF THIS GAME WILL DECIDE THE BRACKET ORDER FOR THE REST OF THE SEASON, AND WHETHER OR NOT A TEAM WILL HAVE TO CLAW THEIR WAY TO THE TOP, OR SAVE THEIR STRENGTH FOR MATCHES CLOSER TO THE ALL-LINE SEMIFINALS!"

"You've got this girls! Go get 'em!" Nami cheered from the stands, waving around the pom-pom she brought from home.

The whistle blew, and the other team served the ball, not as strongly as before.

The two sides had been inching points on each other for the near entirety of every match, and it was clear to see that everyone was on their last leg.

Including you.

"You know what to do, Robin," you sighed, cracking your knuckles as you readied yourself for the final play.

"Of course," she nodded, turning to Rebecca's pass and raising her arms, setting the volleyball to you.

"Go ahead, (y/n)," she smiled, encouragingly.

Your eyes narrowed, and a cocky smirk rose to your lips as the ball floated into the perfect position.

'That's game.'

The crowd screamed as you broke into a sprint, bending down into a deep squat and shooting yourself into a high jump.

"COULD IT BE?! FROM WHAT I'VE BEEN TOLD... THIS IS THE SETUP OF (Y/N)'S SIGNATURE SPIKE!" Jimbei gasped, standing up from his announcer's chair. "THE VERY REASON SHE'S BEEN CALLED THE GRAND LINE'S ANGEL! LOOK AT HER TAKE FLIGHT!"

"GO, (Y/N)!" Luffy, Usopp, and Sanji shouted, arms interlocked as they jumped with joy, their faces painted with the school colors and your jersey number.

You arched your back, winding up your arm for one monster slam.

Suddenly, something called your attention to the stands, eyes instantly landing on the green head of hair the belonged to your savior from the night before.

'HE'S HERE?!'

He was smirking, proudly, arms folded over his chest as he watched you soar through the air.

Nami's description didn't do your skills nearly enough justice.

He didn't know the game of volleyball very well, but just based on your movements and the way you carried yourself, it was obvious that your skills were leagues ahead of the other team's

They never stood a chance.

And what irony that your jersey number was his lucky number.

It was almost as if fate was working to bring you both closer together.

Finding your eyes, the man gave you a firm nod, his expression encouraging you to push forward.

That was all the confirmation you needed.

With renewed vigor, you turned to the ball, your mystery man's support turning your drive into pure molten fire.

"LUCKY PUNCH!" you exclaimed, striking down on the ball, executing a perfect spike.

It slammed into the ground with a thunderous crack, the gym going silent before erupting with roars of joy and excitement.

Your teammates rushed you in a giant group hug as you landed, Koala letting out loud whoops and howls of victory.

"(Y/N) HAS JUST SCORED THE GAME WINNING POINT! THIS HAS LANDED THE SEA KINGS CLOSE TO THE TOP OF THEIR BRACKET, AND BROUGHT THEM ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE ALL-LINE SEMI-FINALS!"

Jimbei quickly loosened his tie, slamming his hand down on the table with hope.

"FOLKS, WE COULD BE WATCHING HISTORY IN THE MAKING! IF THE SEA KINGS GO ALL THE WAY, IT COULD BE GRAND-LINE HIGH'S FIRST TIME GOING TO THE SEMI-FINALS IN TWENTY YEARS! WITH THIS POWERHOUSE TEAM, THE DREAM OF RETURNING THE ONE PIECE TROPHY TO ITS RIGHTFUL HALLS MAY FINALLY BECOME A REALITY!"

"That move was killer, (y/n)!" Koala squealed, nearly jumping on your back with excitement. "I could barely see it!"

"We'll have a great standing now!" Vivi cheered, clasping her hands together.

"This season's looking up already!" Conis giggled, giving Robin a high five.

You smiled widely, unable to control your excitement as the gym floor was suddenly rushed with admirers, everyone wishing you congratulations.

Not that you were some ego-maniac... but it made you feel pretty great.

'I think I'm gonna like it here...'

"Awesome game, (y/n)!" Camie waved as the bell rang, rolling past your locker in her wheelchair as a whole sea of people began exiting their classes, filling the hall.

"Good job, (y/n)!"

"You were killer today!"

"You're the best player I've ever seen!"

"You doin' anything Friday night?"

"The other team didn't stand a chance!"

"That last spike was insane! A little higher and you could've jumped over the net!"

"We might actually have a chance to win the finals this year!"

"(Y/N)-SWAAAAAAAAN!" Sanji's voice cut through them all, the crowd dispersing to reveal Nami and her friends.

"(y/n)!" Nami squealed, stepping forward and pulling your body into a huge bear hug. "You did amazing! Everyone was blown away!"

"I must say, it's been a while since I've seen the school riled up like this. Especially for volleyball," Robin smiled, moving to stand next to her. 

"Uh-huh! You guys are a hit!" Usopp confirmed with a wide grin.

"You have to teach me that Lucky Punch thing you did at the end! It was so cool!" Luffy agreed, starry-eyed as he tugged at your arm.

"No way, man!" Usopp denied for you, turning to the boy and smacking him upside the head. "That's her secret move! She can't show you! Stupid sophmore..."

"Hey! You're only a year older than me, jerk!"

"A year goes a long way, Luffy! Besides, I'm way smarter than you!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Yuh-huh!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Yuh-huh!"

"Shut up!" Sanji exclaimed, kicking them both in the back of the knee and shutting down their bickering. "Can't you see the ladies are trying to have a conversation?!"

At the scene, you let out a small snicker, amused, before turning back to your orange-haired best friend.

"Thanks," you nodded, the two of you backing out of the hug. "If I'm being honest, I was a little worried about how I was gonna do after last night."

"Yeah, no kidding. You were gone," Usopp nodded, forgetting about Luffy for a moment to turn to you. "I was surprised you were even able to stand this morning, let alone play."

"Ya toughed it out like a champ, though," Franky gave you a firm pat on the back, impressed. 

"And gave a wonderful performance," Brook added, softly. 

Cheeks warming, you flashed a sheepish smile, not used to so much flattery.

"You guys are too kind to me. Especially after all the crap I put you through last night," you turned, smoothly punching in your locker combo. "How about we all go out to eat somewhere? My treat. It's the least I can do."

"That's actually what we came to ask you," Robin chimed, calmly. "We all are going to the Baratie after school, and wanted to ask you to come along."

"The Baratie?"

"A restaurant on the docks," Sanji chirped, proudly. "My old man owns the place, and I work as the sous chef."

"Really? Wow!" you complimented, brows raising with surprise. "You must be really amazing to have such a high position so young."

At your praise, a tinge of pink graced the blonde's cheeks, forcing him to avert his eyes from you.

"Yuh-huh, Sanji's food is the best!" Luffy cheered, jumping onto the cook's shoulder.

"Doesn't even matter what it is! Everything is delicious!" Usopp agreed, joining Luffy on the other side.

"And girls eat free!" Nami cheesed, throwing an arm around your shoulder.

"Still got a few reservations 'bout that last part," Franky sighed, crossing his arms. "Me an' Zoro gonna get stuck footin' the bill again?"

"Nah, it'll be my treat this time," Sanji assured, pulling a cigarette out his uniform jacket, and his lighter out his pocket. "Celebrate (y/n)'s win."

You halted Nami's excitement for a moment, brow perking at the mention of a new name.

"Wait... Zoro?" you asked, intrigued. "Who's that?"

Everyone paused for a moment, before finally remembering.

"Oh, that's right. You were asleep when he carried you home," Brook thought out-loud, resting a finger on his chin.

"He's the guy that picked you up after the party last night," Nami explained, rolling her eyes. "Y'know? Green-hair... perma-scowl... bit of an ass."

Your eyes widened, images of the mystery man from last night suddenly flashing in your mind.

'The hottie?!'

"Hey! Zoro's great!" Luffy defended.

"Whatever!"

"That was him?" you turned to Nami, "Is he coming?"

"Eh, who knows," she shrugged.

"Zoro kinda does his own thing. He shows up when he feels like it," Franky assured, plainly.

"Or when Luffy begs him to," Robin added, her hand rising to cover her small giggle.

"He can catch up," Sanji scoffed, taking a drag of his cigarette before starting down the hall. "We gotta go now. The stupid geezer'll have my ass if I'm late again."

"Yohoho! Can I drive?" Brook asked with a grin, turning to trail him.

"Hell no! Last time you almost crashed the Sunny into a streetlight!" Franky exclaimed, quickly following.

"Food! Food! Food! All for me to eat! Food! Food! Food! Such a tasty treat!" Luffy and Usopp sang, interlocking their arms before skipping down the hallway.

"You coming?" Robin asked, turning to you.

"In a minute," you nodded, opening your locker. "Lemme just grab a few things."

"'Kay. We'll bring the car around front."

With that, the two ladies left, and you opened your locker, reaching for the top shelf to grab your phone and your wallet.

"Looks like I'll get the chance to thank him after all," you sighed, tucking your items in your pockets before pulling out your bag and your jacket.

"Thank who?" Zoro asked, popping out from behind your locker door.

"Fuck!" you gasped, your hand whipping up and slapping him across the face without a second thought.

The sound echoed throughout the empty hallway, horrifying you as your eyes focused on the green-haired man standing before you, a painful, red mark stinging its way onto his tanned cheek.

He wasn't an asshole trying to get a laugh, or some sort of creep trying to scare you.

He was Zoro.

The man who saved you from the cops, and was kind enough to deal with the drunken aftermath.

'Oh, shit!'

"Oh, shit!" you exclaimed, apologetic.

He let out a small grunt, hand coming up to rotate and adjust his jaw in a motion that sent a fluttering warmth radiating through your stomach.

"Think I get why your spikes are so powerful..."

"Oh, my God! I am so sorry! I don't know why I did that!" you blurted, utterly mortified. "I just thought I was the only one left in this part of the school and I didn't expect it to be you and, you know, I'm a girl so—"

"S'alright," he assured, cutting off your spiral and shoving his hands in his pockets. "It was my fault. I shouldn't have snuck up on you like that."

Pausing, your eyes took a moment to rake over him, appreciating the sight before you.

The first two buttons of his white, collared shirt were undone—giving the world a glimpse of what you'd already felt to be an incredibly toned chest—paired with the school's navy blue, uniform jacket, which had its sleeves rolled up to reveal his corded forearms.

That, along with his baggy pants—which were hung low on his waist by a school-issued belt—and the three, gold earrings hanging from his ear, he looked like the poster child for high school bad boy.

And you'd be liar if you said you weren't eating it up.

"Actually, I've been meaning to track you down," you started, shutting your locker and slinging your bag over your shoulder before letting out a small sigh. "I wanted to talk to you about yesterday."

He raised a brow, pulling himself off the lockers as you started down the hallway and toward the exit.

"Look... last night... wasn't me. Not that it's an excuse... but I don't usually drink...and if I do, I definitely don't drink that much."

You took a moment, fighting off the embarrassed glow burning on your cheeks.

It made a faint smile crack on Zoro's lips.

You were adorable.

"Thinking back on it, I was lucky I ran into you when I did, and lucky you didn't toss me out the car for acting so stupid."

His chest rumbled with a small chuckle, the sound sending another flutter of butterflies soaring through your stomach.

"So, I wanted to say thank you... and hopefully start over," you stated, your eyes rising to meet his. "The last thing I want is to start off on the wrong foot with one of Nami's friends. Especially with the one that saved me from possibly being murdered."

"Don't worry about it," he assured, smoothly. "Better me than some creep..."

"Yeah, definitely..." you agreed, shaking away the horrible hypotheticals that had been plaguing your brain all day.

A moment of silence fell over you both, similar thoughts seeming to run through both your minds at the same time.

"So..." Zoro started, attempting to change the subject as he pushed the double doors of the school's entrance, holding it open for you. "How was the hangover? Gotta say I was surprised to see you up and moving so early."

"Oh, trust me. I won't be drinking for a looong time," you scoffed, giving him a quick nod of thanks before exiting. "I don't think you could fathom the migraine I woke up with this morning."

"No, I don't think I can," he stated, cockily, as a small smirk stretched across his lips. "Never been that drunk... or much of a light weight."

"Light weight?!" you snapped your head over to him, brows furrowed, "I drank enough to kill a damn racehorse!"

"And were two shots away from a black out. Sounds pretty light to me."

"I'd like to see you do it!"

"Bring me a couple bottles of sake and I'll show you, tipsy."

"Tipsy?!"

"I think it's fitting."

"How about asshole?"

"Not as catchy."

"I meant for you, asshole!"

BEEP! BEEP!

"Put a move on it, you two! C'mon!" Nami shouted out the window of the Sunny, the colorful Volkswagen van parked at the bottom of the school steps.

Turning from her, you glanced at Zoro once again, stomach turning at the sight of his side profile.

'Goddamn...'

His chin looked chiseled from the Gods.

"You gonna tag along? We're hittin' up the Baratie," you asked, nodding to your new friends.

He paused a moment, eyes flicking from the van to you, taking a quick second to rake over your features.

'Goddamn...'

Your eyes looked like they were glowing in the setting sun.

"Sure," he shrugged, hoping to play off the stutter of his heart.

It was almost embarrassing, the affect you had on him so effortlessly.

He barely even knew you, yet he'd been watching your every move, hanging on your every word.

During the game...

Wading through the crowds...

Shit, at your locker talking to his friends...

Was it a bit stalker-ish? ...Maybe.

 But given you slapped him across the face before he could even open his mouth, he figured that was the universe's way of dishing out his punishment for being such a creep.

"MOSSHEAD, MOVE YOUR ASS! I'M GONNA BE LATE FOR WORK!" Sanji barked from the passenger side.

Snapping himself out of it, Zoro's eyes widened, his head snapping to his side to see that you were gone.

"Over here, asshole!" you called, a cheeky smile gracing your lips from your spot next to Nami in the car.

Turning to the van, he spotted you sticking your head out the window, a crimson flush burning its way up his neck.

'Goddamn it...'

This was going to be a looong school year.

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[marta-diablo]

Any small child catching sight of Noel Fielding of The Mighty Boosh in his clown gear would vow never to go to the circus again. Fielding’s torso is encased in a green felt globe, his hands protruding helplessly from the bottom. From beneath lurid make-up, he flashes a deeply unsettling grin, as if auditioning for the role of a psychopathic killer in Test Card: The Movie. “I’m just popping out for some coffee,” he deadpans. “Does anybody want anything?”

His Booshmate Julian Barratt, who currently looks like the victim of back-alley gender reassignment surgery, brushes his new blond tresses away from his face and sighs. “What a job, eh?”

When the duo decided to pose as the pair from the 1970s TV test card, it didn’t take long to decide who should play which part. If you want make-up and a manic grin, Fielding’s your man. He arrives at the studio resembling a time-travelling glam-rock star: pointy boots, snug red trousers, tight T-shirt, pendant shaped like a Flying Vee guitar, alarming bone structure. In one episode of their TV series, Barratt tells Fielding, “Look at you - feather cut, the pointy features. Put you in the 1950s, you’d be imprisoned for being a witch. They’d lock you in a trunk!” He’s probably right.

Barratt carries himself like someone trying to elude capture. It’s this wary unease that defined his performance as misanthropic style journalist Dan Ashcroft in Nathan Barley, Chris Morris’s Channel 4 comedy series. Morris wanted Dan to be someone who “wasn’t really comfortable in his skin”. I ask Barratt if Dan is a version of his own personality and he looks mildly wounded. “Not really, no. There were elements of me - it’s sometimes painful to be around people who are annoying - but Dan was a bit of a tit. I didn’t really like him.”

The Mighty Boosh have already completed two successful BBC series and are currently working on a third. Fielding, 33, thinks comedy is about allowing people to feel young again. “When you’re really laughing, you feel like a little kid and nothing matters. Everyone’s trying to feel as free as they were when they were kids.” Barratt, 38, seems to regard comedy’s inner workings as an imponderable mystery. “You still don’t know why you’re funny, do you?” Fielding says. “Not really,” Barratt sighs.

After almost a decade of working together, the pair are obviously close. When the camera’s not pointed in their direction, they huddle on the studio sofa in earnest conference punctuated by giggles. There is much to discuss: “We’ve got so many things we want to do and we need a basket to put them all in,” explains Barrett. “A structural basket.”

Fielding has a different metaphor. “We know when we’ve got enough ideas. If we haven’t and we try to write, it’s a bit weird. It’s like loading a gun and not having enough bullets.”

They first met in 1996, when Fielding went to see Barratt doing stand-up in High Wycombe. There had been less auspicious nights. Barratt recalls, “I ran off stage at my first gig. Halfway through it, I forgot my lines and didn’t know what to do, so I just ran out of the building down towards a lake. I was going to throw myself in, but the compere came out and said, 'No, it’s going well, come back and finish the gig!’ ”

The two share enthusiasms (Captain Beefheart, Monty Python, Mr Benn) and Barratt launched their collaboration by asking Fielding if he wanted to write the new Goodies. “We wanted to be a gang rather than a sketch troupe,” he says. From the start, their combination of absurdist wit, far-fetched narratives and bizarre musical interludes was the stuff of cult success. Audiences either entered their world and found them the funniest thing around, or they didn’t get them at all. “We used to have to convince people we were funny,” Barratt says, “and it didn’t always work.”

It did, however, work well enough to earn them nominations or awards at three consecutive Edinburgh festivals. A radio series followed and they finally made it to the nation’s TV screens in 2004. Earlier this year, they returned to touring. They get offers all the time, but having got this far on their own idiosyncratic terms, they have no desire to work according to anyone else’s.

“If Tim Burton called up and said, 'I’m making a film about two white Americans who go and become Red Indians’, I’m sure we’d jump at the chance,” Fielding says. “But if it’s, 'Do you want to be in this sitcom that’s a bit like Coupling?’ I’d rather shoot myself.”

When did you first find something really funny?

Noel Fielding: My nan used to look after me in the summer holidays and she had a cat with one eye. It used to walk into walls and tables. I used to think it was hilarious. It was a slapstick cat.

Who are your comedy inspirations?

Julian Barrett: I loved the Goodies’ sense of adventure.

NF: The Young Ones was the first thing I really liked. I was so young I didn’t really know what students were. I just thought they were some men who lived in a house.

What’s not funny?

JB: Cancer?

NF: It can be, though, can’t it?

JB: Yeah, sometimes a tumour will make me laugh.

When did you last laugh?

NF: I laugh all the time. I’m slightly simple. I went to a festival in Cambridge last weekend and there were men standing on a wheelchair and getting their friends to push them down a muddy hill and really hurting themselves. One of them had a fur coat, a dress underneath, massive boots and a witch’s hat. It was so stupid that everyone was laughing at them. It was quite freeing, actually.

What’s the funniest thing that’s ever happened to you?

NF: Once I got stuck in a suit of armour. I had to be a knight in Al Murray’s show for two minutes. I had a gig afterwards and there was no one there backstage, so I couldn’t get out of it. I had to run next door and do the gig in a suit of armour. Al thought it was the best thing ever. “You should do that every night! It’s brilliant!” he said.

What’s the secret of comedy?

JB: The secret of comedy is don’t grow up. That’s why some comedians are a nightmare, because they never grow up.

Tell us a joke

NF: You stop hearing proper jokes when you’re a comedian. I’m always slightly disappointed by real jokes. There’s a lot of pressure to understand them and laugh at them. Occasionally we come up with a proper joke by accident and we almost apologise.

· The Mighty Boosh debut live DVD is released on November 13.

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Noel Fielding's Fashion Hits And misses

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Miss. Despite his unassuming debut on last night's GBBO, Noel Fielding is not the shy and retiring type. Case in point, here he is wearing a tipi with what appears to be his face on it. Modesty is a virtue after all.

Miss. He looks like he's going to Halloween as Nicolas Cage in Wild at Heart - and that film was meant to be a pastiche. Snake skin does not belong on any man.

Hit. This is a look only a rock-star could pull off – but then, Fielding has always been a sort of rock-star comedian, whether it's through his amusing ditties on The Mighty Boosh or his collaborations with last year's Glastonbury headliners, Kasabian. His frayed coat is nicely paired with the sleek all white shoes.

Hit. Band shirts should not be worn outside the safe confines of a festival field, but this Rolling Stones shirt has a different Andy Warhol feel. But please Noel for the love of God, roll down your sleeves.

Hit. Alright, the bag's not a hit. What was he got in there? A hippogriff? Anyway, the leather jacket and cheeky head tilt gets a thumbs up from us.

Miss. Super skinny jeans went out of fashion in 2006. Renowned for their unforgiving nature, even the tiniest amount of podge is highlighted by their ball-busting tightness. Men over 40: be warned.

Miss. We're inclined to say this is a little too safe for Mr. Fielding. It's a bit too much 'student comedian upstart' and not enough 'goth comedy overlord'.

Miss. Noel looks like the Teletubbies' arch nemisis here. Uh-oh.

Miss. Here Noel looks like a cross between Liam Gallagher and a yeti, alongside another funny man whose fashion sense faded along with the indie rock of the 2000s. Note to Russell: the only men who still wear deep v-necks are those on Love Island.

Hit. Yes, it looks like it was picked up in a thrift shop in hipsterville, but we like it. We'd probably have it as a feature wallpaper in our house.

PS

Don't take this nonsence seriously ;)

[mitchftw]

Mephisto very much is. You never hear of Mitch lying, right? Don't answer that.

This isn't affection either. There's no urge to squeeze that's attempting to be settled with bringing the dog a bit closer and briefly resting his head into the fur, followed by quickly lifting his head back up again. Oh of course the dog is soft and all too...

"Where'd you get this one?" It's difficult to get a good look of the teensy Miku, and readjusting the dog in his arms doesn't do much. "Haven't seen her in your collection before."

"...You're real annoying sometimes." Two arms are reaching out for Puphisto, to lift him up and carry. Arms shift so one hand can scritch around those cute fluffy ears.

[mitchftw]

Okay, tea and noodles set u - hey! Something just snaked between his feet!

"Mrs. Boosh!" Of course. Right when he's holding things. Nerds, cat. ...It's probably the food. Chicken enough for her to beg.

Cat treats are over here...he'll set aside a few of those for her, then he can take the tea and plastic cup elsewhere.

[idrinkyouryouthquake]

I need a new show to watch reccs plz - must be at least somewhat of a comedy

Here are some faves:

Marvelous Mrs Maisel, B99, Parks & Rec, Frasier, Santa Clarita Diet, Black Books, IT Crowd, Psych, Gilmore Girls,30 Rock, Derry Girls, Friends, Mad About You, Seinfeld, Monk, Elsbeth, Columbo, Curb, Arrested Development, Waiting for God, Will & Grace, Schitt's Creek, Speechless, Community, Goldbergs, The Nanny, Toast of London

have enjoyed but would not call a fave:

Burn Notice, Royal Pains, Fresh Prince, My Life is Murder, Sherlock, Poker Face, Russian Doll, 3rd Rock from the Sun, Mighty Boosh, Mom, Nora from Queens, Ted Lasso, Shrinking, Get Smart, That Girl, Just Shoot Me, He & She, My Name is Earl, Kingdom (with Stephen Fry), Hot in Cleveland, Ghosted (why was this cancelled???), One Foot in the Grave, Patti Duke, Golden Girls, Flight of the Concords, Murphy Brown, Cougar Town, Year of the Rabbit, Good Place, Burns and Allen, Gidget, Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt, I Love Lucy, Tammy Grimes show, Girlfriends, I Dream of Jeanie, Bewitched, Beverly Hillbillies, Loudermilk, Uncle, Only Murders in the Building, Press Gang

Meh:

The Odd Couple (both), Vicar of Dibley, Brittas Empire, Designing Women, Jack & Triumph, Taxi, Are You Being Served, Happy Days, Mork & Mindy, Kate & Ally, Crazy Ex G, Raising Hope, The crazy Ones, Breaking In, Jim Gaffigan Show, Family Affair, Black-ish, Angie Tribeca, The Grinder, Grace & Frankie, Veronica's closet, Superstore, The Brokenwood Mysteries, The Riches

Shows I just don't like but I tried:

Girls, Two Broke Girls, New Girl, Mindy Project, Always Sunny, Physical, Hacks, Younger, Ugly Betty, Fleabag, Sex Ed, Young Sheldon, Big Bang Theory, Scrubs, Welcome Back Kotter, Mary Tyler Moore, Maude, Keeping Up Appearances, Barry, Veep, Old Christine, Reno 911, Great Indoors, The Office (both), Cheers, Episodes, Mulaney (hate that I don't like this), Schooled, Dr Ken, Great News, Girls 5Eva, As Time Goes By, Spaced, B Positive, Loot, The Mentalist, Chuck, Band of Brothers, The Other Two, Father Ted, Physical, Brockmire, Kaos, Mr Mayor, Killing It, Castle, Bones, Veronica Mars, Wings

I know I've very clearly seen too much tv, yet I come to you, internet, for more

*Also, I've seen every disney channel sitcom that aired from like 1998 up until like Hannah Montana season 2 and they were basically all awesome tbh

My ideal show would have Paul Reiser in it and also be like a tv version of the movie The Birdcage or something like that. Or like a tv version of The Birdcage where Nathan Lane's character solves murders. And Tony Shaloub would be in it.