#dan skipper

[weirdalyoutubecomments]

[weird-al-song-tourney]

'Weird Al' Yankovic Song Tournament

Round 26

Skipper Dan

Style parody of Weezer & Fountains of Wayne

Sir Isaac Newton vs. Bill Nye

[kcwalski]

here's a STARTER CALL while i do stuff elsewhere !

[mcdevinpants]

I'm glad somebody else appreciates how good Skipper Dan is.

I don't think I can say it's my most-listened to Weird Al song (not just originals), owing just to recency, but it's got to rank up there when adjusted for how long it's been out.

There certainly aren't any other songs of his I personally relate to as much as that one. Or at least I did. That song got me through some Times.

[dilfsuzanneyk]

thinking about that post where op calls Skipper Dan a sexyman. they were so very real for that

[rovermcfly]

justin recounting the experience of seeing weird al's new tour on the latest mbmbam made me realise that al normally plays almost none of my favourites and this tour would be the tour for me

[hymnless-space-nugget]

Me realizing I’m getting older, still haven’t broke some bad habits, am in a rut again, my first car payment is due soon, and that I still have so much I want/have to do in life:

[yourfavehatesautismspeaks]

Skipper Dan from Weird Al Yankovic hates Autism Speaks as much as he hates his job!

[Image Description: Two images set to the background of a flag with three stripes; the upper and lower stripes are both light red, the middle stripe is a darker red. The first picture has Skipper Dan, a drawing of a man, clearly dead inside, wearing a khaki shirt, brown shorts, and a pith hat with a leopard print band. He is also wearing a name tag that reads “Dan”. The second image has the Autism Speaks logo crossed out with a ‘no’ sign. End Description.]

[anxovert]

'tis a shame there is no "live action" video for "Weird Al" Yankovic's most poignant creation, but this'll do...

[jade-curtiss]

Tsé devoir apprendre une langue que le monde veulent apprendre pour les bonhommes parce-que finalement jerry spu suffisant.

[weirdalyoutubecomments]

[tvguts]

enough of letting the popular vote decide. who's YOUR tumblr sexyman. your favorite weird little guy that you just KNOW people on this website would love if they only got to know him. mine is Skipper Dan. from the Weird Al song

[musicalcastingideas]

Internet Personalities Do The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals

The rules I am setting for myself:

No one who has already been in a musical set in the Hatchetfield universe

The actors will be portraying the same characters the actors did in the original (so the person cast as Zoey would also play Alice, etc)

This is not like "influencer" internet personalities, I'm pulling more from like, Dropout people, ex-buzzfeed, internet comedians, etc.

Also if you don't see a name of a side character, assume I just forgot their name, I'm writing this as I think of it so I don't forget my ideas.

Paul: Shane Madej

The famous skeptic, playing a man forced to believe AND think of the implications? Plus, we know he can sing, thanks to Puppet History.

Emma: Jen (from Fundie Fridays)

I love Jen, and their vibes are just absolutely perfect for Emma. They have that "I've worked customer service jobs long enough that I have lost the ability to feel anything but contempt for mankind" vibe that Emma has.

Charlotte/Nora/Deb: Aabria Iyengar

She's such a talented performer, I could see her absolutely nailing Charlotte's sweet naivete, and then fucking annihilating Join Us (And Die)

Ted Spankoffski/Homeless Man/ (he is) Dan Reynolds: Grant O'Brien

The Heel of Dropout, Grant excels at playing the asshole, so who better to fill the role of everyone's favourite douchebag?

Mr Davidson/Sam/ Man In A Hurry/Sargent MacNamara: Zac Oyama

I'm not factoring in the ability to hit Jeff Blim's ungodly high notes, but acting wise, Zac is absolutely perfect. For Sargent MacNamara, we have Zac being amazing as the Skipper in A Starstruck Odessey, and the rest of the characters are weird little guys with something in their brains so... I won't say more so as to not spoil Starstruck but, those who know, know. Basically, make Zac Oyama all the weird little guys 2026.

Professor Hidgens/Hot Chocolate Boy: Keith Habersburger

He would absolutely DEVOUR Show Stopping Number. You cannot convince me otherwise.

Alice/Zoe/ Greenpeace Girl: Emily Axford

She's incredibly charming, versatile, snarky and thanks to Dimension 20 Fantasy High, we know she's excellent at playing a rebellious teen.

Bill: Brennan Lee Mulligan

I want to see Brennan and Emily do the scene with Bill and Alice in the school. It will make me sob my eyeballs out but they would destroy it.

Backup choices/Hard cuts:

Ally Beardsley as Paul

Reason they were cut: They are too cool.

Lou Wilson as Ted:

While he would kill this part, he's too hot

[dilfsuzanneyk]

if you see me listening to skipper dan on repeat mind your business

[mcfleurish]

The Parent Trap AU, where Techno and Wilbur are identical twins who were separated at birth and somehow ended up at the same summer camp eleven years later.

Wilbur felt as if he were on top of the world. He advanced toward his opponent and lunged, saber flashing in the sunlight.

The other boy stumbled back. He was quick to take advantage of the opening and attacked without thought.

In a blink of an eye, his opponent hit the ground and their counselor, Dan, was lifting his arm up in victory. “The winner and undefeated champion, Wilbur Soot!” he announced.

Underneath his wire-mesh mask, he was grinning from ear to ear. Fencing lessons paid off after all— he’d have to thank Mum after the summer was over.

After being let go, Wilbur gravitated toward the fence next to the arena, where his friends hung around and cheered him on.

“That was sick!” Fundy exclaimed immediately.

“Right? You beat him in like, ten seconds flat!” Tubbo was perched atop the fence, legs swaying. “I swear we’ve been here all day. How have you not lost once?”

He laughed, face burning red from exertion and embarrassment. “Don’t jinx me.”

To his left, Dan scoured the clearing for more participants. “Do we have any challengers?” he called, cupping his hands around his mouth.

“I’ll have a go,” an unfamiliar boy answered, masked and already snapping on a vest. He had an air of self assurance about him, lazily flipping the saber in the air and catching it with one hand.

Dan blew the whistle. “En garde!”

The boy saluted, saber in hand.

Wilbur raised his eyebrows. He welcomed the competition, yet hesitated briefly before returning the gesture.

With another blow of the whistle, it begun.

His first thought upon dueling the boy was that he was quick. If Wilbur came near he would simply glide away, the reflex seemingly automatic.

Through a flurry of thrusts and a parries, he attempted to knock the blade out of his opponent’s hand.

His opponent deflected the attack and whirled around, catching him off guard and getting him in the shoulder.

0-1

They danced back and forth for another eternity. Wilbur managed to get a touch in by going low, though now he was sweating and his opponent still seemed to be going strong.

1-1

Their sabers locked together and Wilbur swept them in a circle, hand steady.

His opponent twisted his wrist, breaking away. Then, to his surprise, charged directly at him.

He sidestepped, but his opponent pivoted last minute and forced him to hop back on his heels. Now off balance, Wilbur retreated, forced to parry blow after blow.

Focused on defending, he failed to notice the water trough behind him before it was too late. The back of his knees hit wood and within the millisecond only gave him enough time to let out a surprised shout.

He fell hard. Sun baked water buzzing with water skippers splashed around his ears and soaked through his clothes. Sputtering, he wiped the murky liquid from his mask and stared up at his opponent in disbelief. A chorus of laughter rung out in the clearing, to his mortification.

The boy had one hand over his mouth, as if holding back his own laugh, and the other outstretched as an offering.

Wilbur narrowed his eyes. He’d lost, but it wasn’t fair. There weren’t water troughs in fencing arenas— at least not in the UK— and he was doing well before the incident.

He took his hand roughly and yanked the boy in with him. Petty? Yes. Jerk move? Definitely, but it made him feel slightly better.

He careened into the space next to him face first, sending up a wave of water. When he surfaced he was thoroughly drenched. He couldn’t see his eyes but his body language implied he was glaring daggers toward Wilbur.

They were both silent as they clambered out of the trough, water pooling in the dirt below.

Wilbur unfastened his mask and crossed his arms over his chest. He refused to look at Dan or his former opponent.

“Looks like we’ve got ourselves a new champ, Mister Techno Craft! Let’s shake hands, gentlemen.”

Water dripped from his curls and into his eyes, forcing him to swipe it away. He still didn’t acknowledge the counselor.

“Boys,” Dan said warningly.

He rolled his eyes, heaving a dramatic sigh as he turned, hand extended.

His opponent, Techno, must’ve turned at the same time because their eyes met. His hand hovered in the air between them, mask dangling at his side.

Techno had curly brown hair that reached the nape of his neck and freckles dotted along his nose bridge.

His eyes were drawn to a birthmark below his lower lip. That would be all well and good if Wilbur didn’t have one in the exact same spot.

After scanning the rest of Techno’s face, he deducted he even had the same curved jawline and pointed ears as him. A portion of his hair was dyed pink and both his ears were pierced, but minus the cosmetics, they were identical. It was as if he’d just been transported into The Twilight Zone or something.

Dazed, Wilbur shook his hand. Surrounding campers close enough to see both their faces gasped.

“Why’s everyone starin’?” Techno asked, blinking familiar brown eyes. His accent was painfully American.

“Don’t you see it?”

“See what, exactly?” His tone was curt.

Maybe he was going insane. “The resemblance between us.”

“Uh, no. Not really.” He shrugged. “Your hairline is way worse than mine.”

Wilbur’s jaw hung open. “Hey!”

“Just sayin’,” Techno continued. “Plus those glasses make you look like a wannabe Harry Potter.” He mimed the circular frames of his glasses with his hands.

Some blond kid was crying with laughter over the fence railing. It wasn’t even that funny.

Tubbo slid off his perch, frowning. “Want me to punch him for you?” he offered with a crack of his knuckles.

Wilbur waved him away and took a step forward, balling his own fists. “You want to know the real difference between us?” he began.

Techno seemed uninterested. “Let me guess, that I know how to fence and you don’t?”

He was about to punch his identical “twin” in his identical nose when Dan stepped back in.

“Okay, okay, gentlemen. Break it up,” he scolded. “Techno …” Dan did a double take upon seeing them together. “I mean, Wilbur, sorry—“

The lunch bell interrupted him mid-sentence and Wilbur was pulled away from the encounter by Tubbo before he could get into trouble.

“Do we really look that similar or am I going insane?” he asked his friends.

“Probably just a coincidence,” Fundy said, kicking a stone on the trail as he walked. “Freak of nature type of thing, yeah? Or a glitch in the multiverse— he’s like, the discount version of you.”

He huffed out a laugh.

“Please accept my condolences, Wil. I can’t imagine having your sworn enemy look exactly like you,” Tubbo added solemnly.

Wilbur glanced back and saw Techno being pulled away by his friends as well— one of them being the blond kid who thought him being compared to Harry Potter was peak comedy. He caught Techno staring back at him and quickly looked away.

He’d get his revenge soon, and he had the perfect idea for it. Wilbur would show Techno Craft not to mess with him.

—

They were returning from a morning hike and even Techno was feeling weary, boot soles digging into his heels with each painful step.

“I’m crawling into bed and sleeping for the next week,” Tommy groaned, backpack slung over his shoulder bouncing as he moved. Even exhausted, he still somehow oozed energy with exaggerated motion.

Quackity nodded. “I’m crawling into bed and sleeping for the next year.” He was the shorter of the two, and wore a navy blue beanie with various colorful pins stuck in the wool.

Techno wondered how he could wear a beanie in the heat of the summer outdoors without dying.

The trio rounded the corner, pine trees retreating and revealing the Pogtopia Cabin.

He expected to be greeted with cozy pine logs and screened windows, the usual sight, instead he was met with something abnormal. Techno froze. “That doesn’t seem to be a possibility,” he drawled, pointing at their cabin roof.

“What the hell?” Tommy and Quackity exclaimed in unison.

Every one of their cots were nailed onto the roof, crooked yet somehow stable. The British flag flew high in place of the American flag, stars and stripes no where to be seen.

“This has got to be some sort of hate crime,” Tommy muttered under his breath.

Quackity snapped his fingers. “I know who did it.”

So did Techno.

There was no doubt who was responsible. He’d only offended one British person so far during his time at Camp Manberg and that was Wilbur Soot.

Quackity’s face was scheming. A lightbulb must’ve gone off because he suddenly brightened. “Hey, I have a payback plan.”

“Yeah? What is it?” Tommy asked eagerly.

“I’ll tell you guys later. Let me get in touch with an associate of mine.” He rubbed his hands together, then ran off in the opposite direction— giggling all the while.

Techno mentally stalled and had to boot himself back up. “Alright, then,” he said hesitantly, gaze following Quackity’s retreating back. He didn’t know who his “associate” was nor did he want to know. “Now … how do we get our beds down from there?”

“Beats me, man.” Tommy shoved his hands in his pockets. “Dibs not it.”

“Bruh.”

—

The prank war continued, with Techno and his friends retaliating via rigged booby trap in the enemy cabin.

Quackity’s “associate” turned out to be an older boy dubbed Slime, who— and quote, “don’t ask why”— had a huge reservoir of honey, shaving cream, and maple syrup.

“No, you really don’t wanna go in there, trust me—“ Techno tried nervously, leaning all of his weight against the screen door in an attempt to keep it shut. His gaze wandered to the bucket rigged above.

Schlatt rolled his eyes, foot thumping against the wooden deck. “Give it a rest, kid. You don’t think I’ve seen some sick kids before?”

“He’s contagious,” he blurted out.

Wilbur, still in his pajamas, smiled sweetly at them from inside. “I have no clue what he’s on about. Come right in, guys.”

“Listen,“ Schlatt started and brute forced his way past Techno, yanking open the door. “I’ve had the pox before, no big—“

The bucket tipped.

Five gallons of water crowned both counselors, soaking them through and splashing onto the floorboards.

Schlatt let out a string of expletives that would’ve got him fired if any higher ups were around to witness. He stumbled forward, farther into the mess of a cabin. Dan followed suit.

Techno could only stand and watch in horror.

Wilbur backed away with a smug grin.

They both screamed, scrambling feet finding purchase on nothing but oil slicked wooden planks. Twine filled the cabin like a spiders web, so naturally they hit every possible one on the way down and triggered all the other traps. Feathers drifted in the air like snow along with glittery plastic confetti. At one point Dan tried to grab onto something to steady himself, only to trigger the next sequence.

Wilbur’s friends sat upright in their cots, shaving cream still formed into shapes of beards and wild hairstyles. The brunet one looked like he was having the time of his life, while the older was pale and looked like he was seeing death itself.

It summed up Techno’s feelings pretty well. He was horrified. Shouldn’t Quackity have warned them if they were doing cabin checks that day?

Soon enough, the counselors were covered in syrup and feathers and thoroughly filled with rage.

“That’s it!” Dan roared. “You two— start packing.” He jabbed a finger at Techno, then at Wilbur.

Wilbur’s expression dropped. “What?

“I have never, in all my time here,” Schlatt grunted, steadying himself against the doorframe.

“But I didn’t do anything!” Wilbur pleaded, gesturing around the ruined cabin. “It was all him.”

“The blame game, really?” Techno cocked an eyebrow. The last thing he wanted to do was get sent home because of him. Phil would be furious.

“Well? Get going,” Dan prompted, face red.

Wilbur scowled, turning to leave.

It couldn’t get any worse.

—

It got worse.

“Coming from two brothers that should be setting an example—“ Dan lectured. He’d taken a shower since the incident and no longer resembled a plucked chicken.

“We’re not brothers,” Wilbur spat.

He gave him a dead stare. “I’m sure you understand why I don’t believe you.” Dan nodded toward Techno.

The pink-haired thorn in Wilbur’s side held a duffel in one hand and had a backpack slung over his shoulder. “It’s true,” he responded slowly. “Pretty sure that’s the whole problem here.”

“Now, me and Schlatt have come to decision. Since we can’t send either of you home yet— we had to improvise.”

Uh-oh.

—

“You two will be sharing this cabin for the next six weeks. You’ll eat together, you’ll bunk together, and you’ll be doing all your activities together. Either you’ll find a way to get along or you’ll punish yourselves better than I ever could.” It’s said with finality, with Dan gesturing to the interior of the remote cabin.

Wilbur dropped his bag on the floor with a thump. He made sure to shoot Techno hard glare, saying, “you got us into this mess”.

The message seemed to get through just fine. Techno responded with a middle finger behind Dan’s back.

His nostrils flared.

—

They spent the next morning at breakfast in dead silence. A tacky sign with hurried marker read: “Isolation Table - Do Not Disturb”.

Wilbur could only stew in his misery, shoving forkfuls of salad in his mouth while glaring at Techno between book pages.

Meanwhile, Techno clicked away on his Game Boy, unbothered.

He wanted to slap the stupid machine out of his hands. Wilbur could tell it was going to be a long summer.

—

“Of course you do ballet.” Techno sighed inwardly, meeting Wilbur’s gaze in the wall mirror.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He crossed his arms over his chest defensively.

“Nothin’, nothin’. Just suits your amazing, definitely not stuck-up personality.” He made sure to lace each word with heavy sarcasm.

“I am not stuck up.”

“Then start acting like it.”

He could almost hear Wilbur’s jaw crack with the force of how hard he ground his teeth.

“Leave me alone,” he said.

“You leave me alone,” Techno retorted, setting down his boombox. He pressed a button and began blasting music. It had an upbeat tempo, the lyrics incomprehensible.

A challenge.

Wilbur seemed thrown off. “Fine, whatever.”

He went back to the barre, but Techno could tell the music was bothering him.

Served him right.

[auteurdefeu]

Can I ask to hear some of the thoughts about the crackship polycule

Alright, so. Welcome. This is gonna be a doozy. I will do my best to explain the timeline @turtlelover59 and I came up with and keep it PG-13 because it is A Lot at times. This started off as an idea about Fix&Pasha being FWB with Hunch, who is in an open relationship with Dan, and then it spiraled from there.

(I headcanon Dan as gender-fluid but will be using they/them pronouns in reference to them for this :p)

> Pre-Canon, Hunch and Pasha had feelings for each other in the countless times they crossed paths at work, but they never acted on it, putting their work first. Hunch always asked for her input on his cases when he could because she was so much smarter than her shitty desk job seemed to account for. He was truly fascinated by her, but he never found out her story until much Later.

> Hank made a point of mentioning that The Fix worked for several people at the table of PIs so I’m choosing to believe he was hired on occasion by Hunch, who took up a few important cases that needed someone eliminated. We all know Hunch’s track record in fights, so,,, he calls up someone capable, and their interactions were limited to that.

> Canon Shit Happens, Hunch realizes his feelings for Dan and helps to set up Pasha and Fix before he eventually gets with Dan. Around this time, Fix and Hunch also start getting closer, as a “friendship therapy” sorta thing, talking about their experiences on opposite sides of the law

> Dan learns about Hunch’s former crush on Pasha and teases him about it, encouraging him to follow through on it if she was open to it. Similarly, Pasha and Fix discuss their lack of romantic experiences before getting together and upon mentioning how she used to have feelings for Hunch, Fix gets curious heh. After much discussion, they propose having a few no-strings-attached Meetings to Try New Things (you can guess what I mean) and it’s absolutely fine, things are going well

> Surprise, strings are attached. Pasha and Hunch finally start to develop the relationship they were too scared to try all that time ago, and it’s around that time that Dan is invited to join a few of their Meetings, not wanting them to feel left out. Hunch is beginning to realize just how much he likes The Fix, while Fix is having a time-period-typical crisis about liking Men, and the fact that the last time he liked a man (M. Bition) his feelings were used and manipulated to get a job done

> Communication is hard especially for men so they just don’t talk about it until Hunch gets himself into trouble because of course he does. It's not until after they have him patched up and stable again that one of the Wayward Interests (their name is Skipper, a pirate interest, they'll be relevant later) tells Hunch how scared Fix was. Hunch had no idea Fix could be scared of anything, let alone for him, but they finally talk and realize just how much they mean to each other and make things official between them

> After the last bad injury, Hunch starts using his walking cane! (yes I'm projecting chronic pain onto him) He's had it for a while but was too stubborn to use it and thought people might view him as less capable because of it, but he does need it. His partners actively encourage the use of it once discovering he needs it (and tell him he's very handsome with it<3) and Fix goes as far as to get him a fancy one so he feels more inclined to use it. This means so much to me.

> Uncle Hunch and Auncle (genderfluid aunt-uncle) Fucks. Hunch gets along with all the kids, utterly adores them. He puts on little cloud-puppet shows for them, always having some sugar-coated stories of cases to tell. Dan always pretends to hate them, calling them little shits or rapscallions, but they love playing with them, chasing them and spinning them around, making them laugh. Skipper, the pirate interest, quickly becomes their favorite because the kid keeps challenging them to fight and is incredibly cocky and adventurous. Their stubbornness is perhaps a bit too similar to Hunch.

> While Hunch and Fix are developing their relationship, Pasha and Dan find themselves with more time together. Dan helps out with the kids as much as they insist they don’t like them, but could also be found helping around the kitchen (Fix and Hunch are banned. Hunch gets distracted and mixed together horrible things and then the appliances are all just too small for Fix so he breaks them). Not only that, but Dan’s into fashion and likes helping Pasha find outfits… especially for an upcoming Nondescript Fancy Party. While Fix and Hunch are playing catch-up in their relationship, Dan and Pasha dance the night away tonight and Dan realizes their feelings might be more than just Sexual Attraction.

> Dan and Pasha, as pleasure and passion, aren’t exactly sure what they are but there’s something there. They’ll figure it out in time… as far as they’re concerned, they’ve got all the time in the world. It would be absolutely terrible if something awful were to happen to The Four that deeply traumatized them and set them back from any advancements in their relationships because they had to be more concerned with processing their own shit first.

It gets way darker from there so I’ll leave it with that vague ominous mention. Somewhere in the mess of events, Hunch and Dan get engaged as well, and eventually unofficially adopt Skipper. Their jobs aren’t exactly kid-friendly and they’re both workaholics so they wouldn’t be able to fully accommodate having a kid but in their many visits to the orphanage, Skipper started calling them mama (Dan) and papa (Hunch, of course). To throw in some more fun things while we’re here, Anna has a sort of maternal relationship with Hunch, very much a tired mother making sure he doesn’t do anything too stupid. I’m all about those found family vibes if you couldn’t tell. Hunch also gets a little stray cat! This is not important at all, I just love cats.

Just a. a glimpse at the few things that I am leaving out for the sake of my sanity and the sanity of those who made it thus far in reading. The unmentioned timeline includes, but is not limited to, a near death experience, a brutal murder, extreme manipulation and child endangerment. It got REAAAAL bad and it keeps getting worse unfortunately. I adore these four but for some reason they can’t ever be happy… but! I’m writing something perhaps a bit more hopeful for ao3 to spread my silly gay agenda.