#in which a parody happens

[elbiotipo]

Imagínate que el mandatario de un país te cierre el orto por Twitter. yo me mato.

[apuff]

BEHOLD MY CREATION THE BLACK DINOSAURCHESTRA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

[aquelondungeonmaster]

functionally continuing my habit of being the empires redstoner crossover guy, i have come to a couple realizations.  no one understands my vision yet and i am going to explode.

Image Description under the cut!

[Image Description: A Venn diagram comparing BdoubleO100 and Ross Redstoner.  A green circle is labelled with “BdoubleO100″ and his glowstone cloak skin, while a red circle is labelled with “Ross Redstoner” and his skin, a squirrel in a red and yellow scarf.  All of the other text is in the centre of the Venn diagram, inside of both circles.  The text reads:

Redstone ““genius”“

Abandonment issues (needs friends)

Betrays their friends

Really effective possession arc that one time

Closely associated with a sun

Really likes to get enough sleep

Associated with time stuff

/End ID]

[oceandiagonale]

on the versatility of pop songs, or, an earworm isn’t a bug type

[colorful-horses]

The more I think about High Guardian Spice, the more perplexed I become

[beardedhandstoadshark]

We‘re all Disney haters here but with Dracula daily going on I desperately need tumblr to know the existence of this comic adaptation of Dracula that exists within a series of monthly published comic books and looks like this:

Please look at this effort - they really went all out on these, NONE of the other comics look anything close to these. It’s just this one randomly sitting between normal Mickey and Donald comics about going to space or smth

Aside from the lack of prominent character death and replacement by transformation into beetroots it seems surprisingly accurate so far

(Also Disney has like. Nothing to do with these books aside from owning the copyright to the characters, so it’s cool. Pretty sure they don’t even really know these exist lol.)

[bubblegum-gf]

rtumblr ruler of everything parody

Fluffy was mad, he knew he'd been had So he shot at his god with a gun Shot at his god with a gun Shot at his kindly one only friend

(Rest under cut)

In the gardens or the lair With your con or your savior To the players, isn’t all of it fun? Every end of the string is another begun

You understand your sentient hands Are the ruler of everything Ruler of everything I'm the ruler of everything in the end

I’ll meow like a cat. I’ve got a magical hat! Consequential enough to make you fall in a trap Do you like when I cry? Like emotional strife? Do you like how my eyes disintegrate into white? I have a wonderful dad, I am a powerful boss He criticizes me for being egocentric.

You bandage your bleeding, but the pain never stalls If these wires were lighter, I'd be standing so tall I saw you slobber over washers all of your own free will I was observing it whirl (circle in for the kill)

I've been you, I know you, your facade is a scam You’re just the trophy I want, you’re nothing like who I am I was in for the hunt, a metamorphical scheme Unholy godly operation with objectives unseen Oh, no, no, oh yeah

Do you hear the flibbity jibbity jibber jabber With an, "Oh my God, I've got to get out of here or I'll have another Board to quell, another soul to sell, Another RT falling to hell" Do you hear your heart stop when you reach the end? No, you know it must be never ending, comprehend if you can But you know they all pretend to understand You resemble a fool, but act like more than a man So give it up and smile (die, die, die, die…)

You understand your sentient hands Are the ruler of everything The ruler of everything I'm the ruler of everything In the end

I’ve made a mistake, try to escape But the puppeteer keeps me held tight Keeping my face to the fire Oh, no, no, oh, yeah

[alternis]

why the fuxk did my dream make fun of disney adults for half the runtime

[sarahplantarthe1st]

Sponge Out of Water parody redraw

I swear I've been thinking about this for weeks and now I finally got a chance to draw this but with characters from mlaatr, aaaa!!! ((I can finally breathe again 🤗))

[skelelephant]

[lofthousezzz]

I miss my friends waaaaa maybe one day I should set up a jackbox game with all of my mutuals........

[natalieironside]

So I used to be a pizza deliver driver, and that was pretty great for me; it made me feel like a video game character doing Quests. And when you started your shift as a driver, you got a wad of 15 singles for making change which was deducted from your tips at the end of the night. And this was back in the very early 20teens so $15 American just so happened to also be the price of half a tank of gas and a pack of Marlboro reds, so it was often also a sort of interest-free loan.

Now, a trope in pornography which was once so common that I myself have never actually seen a genuine portrayal of it but only seen it parodied runs thusly: A brave hero is delivering a pizza to some beautiful person who, upon receipt of the pizza, says, "Unfortunately I don't have any money; could I perhaps cover the cost of the pizza with sexual favors?" And always the hero agrees to this Faustian bargain which I'm sure must seem quite reasonable to you uninitiated civilians.

But, see, I'm making minimum wage. I have no savings. And I already spent my bank on half a tank of gas and a pack of Marlboro reds. So I'm $15 in the hole, and do you know what happens when you don't cash out at the end of the night? The manager calls the cops, and the cops come to your house. Mr. Domino is gonna get his $15 back by hook or by crook. I seen it happen. So if I accept the beautiful person's modest proposal, I'm mortgaging future tips against the $15 *and* the price of the pizza--which can get up there, depending on the order--and if I don't fix those books by the end of my shift, that could get to be a real pain in my ass.

Just doesn't make sense, y'know, from like a business perspective. Maybe it'd be worth a gamble. Maybe if it was like a beautiful woman who was a service top and also a werewolf, maybe you roll the dice and hope for the hard 6. But you gotta be risk-aware, is all I'm sayin.

[cryingoverspilledmilks-blog]

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[evilminji]

You ever fuck up so bad, you accidentally kidnap someone?

Imagine, if you will, the players of our scene. Young Justice. Perhaps the Teen Titans. It matters not, really, only that they are young. Too young, in fact, for the booze they have smuggled in, to celebrate still being ALIVE.

They didn't think they would be, approximately seven hours ago.

They didn't think ANYONE would be, by this time, seven hours later.

The world celebrates. Families hug, children cry and laugh, lovers desperately reunite. They did it. They saved the day. Survived.

With new wounds and some fresh new trauma to show for it, too. Perhaps... Perhaps it is that. And the looseness of alcohols effect on the tounge. Combined with their new closeness... that gets them talking. Sharing.

Talking of skills. Training. Histories normally not mentioned. Perhaps even bitching about this mentor or that old teacher, and OH, weren't they a NAG! "Fundamentals~!" The magic user mocks in drunkin parody of their old teacher. "it's all about the FUNDAMENTALS! Practice circles until you puke!"

But...

Oh? Oh DEAR~

Drunks have such POOR impulse control, don't they? The Speedster scoffs. He doesn't mean harm. Truely, he doesn't. But to him? It is a constant irritant against sore skin, that his team mates have access to such powerful and strange powers... yet choose not too study them at ALL! Ask questions. That they haven't considered the advancements humanity could make if they just TRIED.

Everything has an answer.

Just because you don't know what it IS yet, doesn't mean it doesn't EXSIST out there.

But this is an old argument. They ALSO a sore spot for the magic user and (by the many gods they know better then to swear by) they are SICK of it! You- *urk!* You think you can do BETTER? Explain it then, Mr. "Magic isn't real"!

And oh dear, oh dear~

The usual mitigator has already fallen asleep. Passed out, really, having amongst other things, texted their Ex and decided they NEEDED to dye their hair. Which leaves no one to stop what about to unfold. As the Speedster slams down his drink, his hyper accelerated metabolism leaving him, ironically, one of the LEAST drunk in the room.

But... sometimes all you NEED to royally fuck up?

Is to be just buzzed enough to ignore your better instincts.

And the argument kicks up. Again. Heats up. Again. But this time? Goes further. They are standing, yelling, in each other's faces. The Speedster certain they are just "making things up". The magic user hissing that the arcane is a field of STUDY. A SCIENCE and ART. Just because YOU don't-

But?

Well... One must ask. Have you ever FOUGHT a Speedster? Can you even conceive of what a pico-second FEELS like? What the Speedforce, once active, makes the world LOOK like? It is like statues. Silence. Calling a timeout on reality itself.

You can walk away.

No one can really stop you.

You can walk out the door, up the stairs, to your friends room, and grab books from their shelf. Sit and read them. ALL of them. The whole shelving unit. In the time it took a fraction of a second to pass. Then get up, put everything back, go back down stairs, search for supplies, find them, and return to your conversation. Having studied everything they have in the building.

And for them? It's like blinking. You just... have the supplies now. Air is displaced.

And you're ready to fuckin PROVE it.

You looked up all the symbols they used. So NOW? You can use nonsense. No chance that ANYTHING will happen, right? It's not "official magic"! He says, talking over a buzzed magic user. Who's staring at him blankly, mind churning as they try figure out why... why it sounds like he's saying he's about to do the One Thing they were... told.. to never...

Oh God.

WAIT!

DONT!

But it's too late. Our dear Speedster has made his "gibberish" circle. Chanted randomly strung together magically charged NONSENSE. Then? Let her rip! See? Nothing happ-

The world seems to suck in it's breath and wind up, as though preparing to PERSONALLY punish such hubris. The magic user us screaming. Back! Every GET BACK! Move, move, MOVE! Green hisses and crackles from the circle.

As.

Reality.

CRACKS.

!!!BOOM!!!

Glass shatters and electronics are beyond salvation. The couchs many dove behind are shredded, but hold. Sections of the ceiling and floor collapsing. The Radiation alarm deeper in the base kicks in with a clicking wail. There is SOMETHING casting a looming shadow... and it has a CROWN.

The air burns like arctic winter wind and ozone.

Before anyone can think of what to DO, a harsh golden light rips open reality and out steps most of JLA Dark. The are standing in front of the now completely trashed Zeta-tube. Which they could not USE. They do not look amused.

"What. Did you. DO!?" Snarls an exhausted John Constantine from the front of the line up, his normal rougish face is still half bruises and the cigarette he's holding looks like it's the only thing keeping him from strangling someone. "We could feel that from FUCKIN SPACE! We're you trying to blow up the PLANET?!"

"Good QUESTION!" snarls another voice, from the direction of where the circle should be "Here's another one! Where the HELL am I and who are you people?!"

Every spins to look.

There, floating above the green glowing circle, is a teen in a crown.

@the-witchhunter @hypewinter @hdgnj @dcxdpdabbles @lolottes @mutable-manifestation @hdgnj @nerdpoe

[solbeans]

i am trying soooo hard not to put some tma ass powers into my solbucks lore!!!!

[paintdoktahwho]

hi everyone

it's been a long time, hasn't it? paintdoktahwho feels (and is!) a relic from over 10 years ago. it was started by one person, moderated by a few, handed down to another, and then shut down in the middle of the capaldi era.

and you know what? that sucked. that was a bad decision.

i stopped posting because it was too much upkeep and i didnt have it in me to find someone new to run the blog. my love for doctor who had faded. the chibnall era wasted jodie whittaker. the fandom felt stagnant. i didnt feel like this blog was worth returning to.

but now...

as the new era of doctor who is about to begin, a new era of silly little parody comics should accompany it. my DMs are open. it's time for a new showrunner. uh. blogrunner. i dunno.

the series feels like it has new life, so too should this blog, which itself feels like a weird little corner of the fandom that shouldnt sit and rot, but should live on and evolve with the show.

so, if you are an artist active on tumblr who wants to take the reins, hit me up. let's chat. i'll find the right person. or maybe people! maybe it'll go back to the old days with a few different artists. who knows. whatever feels right.

i'm sorry for shutting it down for the last few years. i hope this place ends up in good hands

let's see what happens.

geronimo