#incorrect yancy

[incorrect-quotes-egos]

Yancy: Do you think different paints have different tastes?

Wilford: They do.

Bim: …Why did you say that with such certainty?

[faecaribou]

Yancy: You're 'the second worst thing to ever happen to those orphans'... What does that even mean? Wilford: It means, I was second worst thing to happen to those orphans! Yancy: ...But what’s the first worst thing? Wilford: Wilford: Yancy... they weren’t always orphans. Yancy:

[caleohateclub]

Luke: And this is our camp shirt, the orange isn't too bad once you put it on, trust me

Persadness (favorite colour is blue): i can't deal with this

[maplerosekisses]

Those "Pacific Rim in 2025!!!" posts fall into that category of "I know it's a joke but you're basing your joke on incorrect information" posts that drive me crazy.

Pacific Rim ends in 2025. The Kaiju first attacked in 2013. Yancy Becket died in 2020. We have already evaded that timeline.

[wouldntyou-liketoknow]

😂😂😂 I really loved your little Sam Ryder Energy TikTok Compilation, so I just had to pay some homage.

I know it's a bit late, but it's been a while since I sent you one of these, so... 💞

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Miguel: I DIDN’T—DID YOU SEE ME. KILL. ANYONE?! Miguel: Did you—Did you SEE me KILL anyone, or anything? Miguel: I was just walking. Uh-huh! Miguel: I-I—walking is what I was doing!

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R.D.: Are you ready to commit? Caliban: Like, a crime or a relationship? R.D.: . . . Caliban: I mean, I can definitely do both. R.D.: Well, so can I. Caliban: . . . R.D.: . . . Caliban: *clears his throat, now visibly blushing* Cool. R.D.: *nods and turns her head to try hiding her own blush* Yeah.

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K.O.: I think my guardian angel drinks.

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Yancy: *sitting on the couch and petting Snickerdoodle, who is laying on a nearby chair* —So, perhaps it’s the context which words are spoken that give 'em the power a’ meanin’. . . Yancy: *leaning closer to Snickerdoodle* I LOVE YOUSE, CAT!

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Murdock: *feeding some of his semi-adopted birds in the park* Physically, yes, I could fight a bird. . . Murdock: . . .but emotionally? Imagine the toll.

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Markus: Being queer isn’t a choice. . . Markus: . . .it’s a cOMPETITION AND I’M WINNING! HAVE YOU SEEN MY PARTNER?!

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Azalea: The ocean is a soup.

Caliban: . . .Please elaborate.

Azalea: What ingredients are needed to make soup?

Caliban: Water, salt, some form of vegetation, and personally I prefer some meat in mine. Azalea: *tilts her head, grinning*

Caliban: *starting to laugh* . . .The ocean is a soup! Azalea: THE OCEAN IS A SOUP!

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Sam: Where are you going? Murdock: Either to get some ice cream or commit a felony. K.O.: We’ll decide in the car.

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Illinois: *giving Yancy some refresher advice on driving* Okay, what does a yellow light mean? Yancy: If youse floor it, youse can make it! Illinois: . . .No—

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Sam: *is cutting a chocolate cake; the slices are very uneven* Caliban: *sarcastically* I-I-I love the way this cake is cut. Sam: *glaring* I’m gonna knock you on your ass—

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Yancy: I ain’t never encountered a problem that can't be solved by a spontaneous musical number!

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Murdock: Don't worry, we’ve got a few knives up our sleeves. Miguel: I think you mean cards? Caliban: *pulling out his cleaver* He did not. Murdock: *twirls his dagger in one hand* I did not.

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K.O.: The only thing I'm guilty of is being adorable. . . K.O.: . . .And also several accounts of physical violence.

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Markus: PEASANT. I REQUIRE SUSTENANCE. Illinois: You know there are other ways to say you want McDonalds. Markus: FOUL PLEBEIAN. YOU DARE SPEAK AGAINST ME— Illinois: *sighs* What do you want? Markus: Chicken nuggets, please.

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Caliban: *grinds his jaw as he sits down* My knees hurt from cutting a guy’s leg off. Sam: *sitting nearby, only half-listening* What, were you sucking dick or something? Caliban: *pauses, squinting in genuine confusion* . . . Sam: *chews lip, slowly realizing* . . .

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Murdock: *nudges K.O. aside with his foot* Hey, K.O., move out of the way so I don’t trip over you. K.O.: *his eyes growing comedically wide* You kick K.O.? You kick his body like a football? Oh! OH! JAIL! Jail for Murdock! JAIL FOR MURDOCK FOR ONE THOUSAND YEARS!

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Sam: I never tell people off the bat that I'm queer. I wait. I wait until they say some homophobic shit and then I laugh and am like "you know I'm queer right?" and watch the look of terror on their face. Azalea: . . . Azalea: I like the way you think.

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Sam: Why is there blood everywhere? Murdock: I may have aggressively poked someone with a knife. Sam: You stabbed someone?! Murdock: No, no. I aggressively poked someone with a knife.

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Miguel: *holding up Snickerdoodle* I have acquired K I B T E N

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K.O.: Get in the Halloween spirit and make a ghost! Sam: That’s called murder.

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Yancy: Hoodie pockets are so great! I can fit, like, three sandwiches and a knife in there, AND my hands are still warm!

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Sam: Sometimes I wonder why humans have different blood groups.

Caliban: So I can enjoy different flavors.

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Yancy: When I see initials carved into a tree with a heart I think it’s so romantic. Two lovers on a date. . .one of ‘em carryin’ a knife for some reason. . .

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Caliban: Hey, random question, is that second-rate white coat still harassing your team for sabotaging his lab? R.D.: Yeah, he is. The chemicals he was hoarding are pretty hard to come by, and I guess he must really hate dogs, what with how many he’d been planning to use as test subjects. But they should all be safe at the shelter by now. Caliban: *nodding* Cool, cool. Also, what are your favorite flowers? R.D.: Oh, peonies. What made you ask? Caliban: . . . R.D.: Are you planning to eat that guy and then give me flowers? Caliban: . . . R.D.: . . . Caliban: ᶦᵗ’ˢ ᵃ ᵖᵒˢˢᶦᵇᶦˡᶦᵗʸ

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K.O.: Do you know the ABCs of first aid? Sam: A. Bone. Coming out of the skin is very bad. K.O.: . . .I mean, that is a start.

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Azalea: When life gives you lemonade, make lemons! Life will be all like "whaAttT?" Caliban: Lessons that schools just can't teach you.

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[Yancy walks into the living room and notices Miguel sitting on the couch with some obvious tear-tracks on his face.]

Yancy: *thinks quickly, then approaches Miguel and puts on a bad Southern accent* Well howdy—uh-oh, have youse been cryin’? Oh boy, well the Sheriff ain’t gonna like this! I better go tell ‘im! Yancy: *speedwalks out of the living room* Miguel: *blinks in confusion* Yancy: *laughing as he re-enters the room, now carrying Snickerdoodle* Sheriff, we need youse’s help! People are sad! Snickerdoodle: *wearing a tiny cowboy hat* myEH—

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Sam: Why would I flip my shit about that? Murdock: Because you flip your shit about everything.

Sam: Well, would yo look at that. Here is my shit, and yet it remains unflipped. Just sitting there on the skillet, getting burned on one side. It’s a miracle.

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Yancy: *carrying a box* What would youse say if—if I, hypothetically, came home with seven kittens one day? Illinois: . . . Illinois: What’s in the box? Yancy: What woul— Illinois: Yancy, what’s in the box? Yancy: . . .I think youse know. . .

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Caliban: So, you think you can just tilt your head like that, and it’s gonna convince me to give you whatever you want? Snare: *looks up at Caliban and blinks before tilting his head to the side* Caliban: . . .Well, you’re absolutely right. Caliban: *picks up Snare and cuddles him* What do you want? Do you want treats? Do you want my soul? Do you want my undying loyalty? I’ll give you anything! Snare: *continues titling his head as he nudges at Caliban’s face*

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Yancy: I'm gonna the fight the next person who insults Mig. Miguel: *in the next room, not having heard what Yancy just said* I hate myself. Yancy: . . .Alright, sqUARE UP—!

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K.O.: I can’t do this, it’s against my moral compass. Sam: Your moral compass is a roulette wheel. K.O.: . . .Your point?

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Caliban: What? No, I wasn’t that drunk last night. Azalea: You were flirting with R.D. Caliban: So? She’s my partner. Azalea: You asked her if she was single. . .and started crying when she said no.

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Markus: So. . .what’s goin’ on? Yancy: Youse want the long version or the short version? Markus: *hesitantly* The short one, I guess? Yancy: Shit’s fucked. Markus: Oh. Well, yeah, that’s definitely not an optimal situation.

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Murdock: YOU’RE TOO LATE, SAM! I AM NOW FORKLIFT CERTIFIED! Murdock: *drives around, laughing maniacally. . .at least until he crashes the forklift into something, causing now broken shelves to start falling. . .* Murdock: *stops laughing* o-OH MY G O D—OH MY GOD—WHAT THE FUCK IS—AAAAAAAAAAHH—!

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Azalea: We need to distract the guards. Sam: Right. Azalea: What are we gonna do? Sam: I'm gonna break their elbows while you poke their eyes. Azalea: . . . Sam: . . . Azalea: Deal.

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Miguel: I ran into Yancy in the kitchen at one AM last night and when I asked him what he was doing, he just shrugged, said “These are my roamin’ hours,” and wandered off, strumming vaguely on his guitar.

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Caliban: Reverse tooth fairy where you leave money under your pillow and the tooth fairy comes and leaves you a bunch of teeth. Sam: . . .Why?! Caliban: *shaking a bag of teeth* Just because.

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K.O.: My assistance will be an act of beneviolence.

Sam: . . .Don’t you mean benevolence?

K.O.: Nope.

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Miguel: Hey guys, I found a spider. Cool little lad. Thanks for eating the mosquitos. Miguel: Oh no, where did it go? Markus: MIG WHAT THE FUCK?!

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Murdock: *raises eyebrows*

Sam: Put those back down!

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Markus: *to Illinois* You wanna fight? Alright, let’s take this outside. The stars are so bright tonight and the moon looks so nice. Here, hold my hand—

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Caliban: You might have already eaten fish that fed on the remains of the Titan submarine, which would make you a second-hand cannibal. Caliban: *runs off* I’ll come back with more disturbing facts later!

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Yancy: Youse can take away my rights. . .but youse’ll nEVER TAKE MY LEFTS ALIVE!

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K.O.: If I cut off my foot, then picked it up and swung it at your head, would I be hitting you or kicking you? Miguel: You’d most likely mentally scar me more than anything.

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Sam: I can’t believe I have to ask this, but it’s for a mission, so. . .do you have any severed ears lying around? Caliban: No, I don’t like the way that they taste. The texture's pretty lackluster, too. Sam: . . .Wait, you’ve eaten EARS?! Caliban: No, why would I eat them if I don’t like the taste or texture?

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Miguel: What are the hardest things to say? Markus: “I was wrong.” Illinois: “I need help.” Yancy: “Worcestershire sauce.”

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Sam: *being ambushed by Murdock’s semi-adopted birds* Arrrrgh! Help me, you IDIOT! Murdock: . . .Kinda rude, Sam. Murdock: *folds his arms across his chest and looks away* Now I don’t wanna help you.

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OH MY GOD THE TIK TOK REFERENCES 🤣🤣

“I’m gonna knock you on your ass” is a quote I live by 🤣 thank you for these 🥹

[vivienne-faustina]

My thoughts on LZA's Trailer:

Seeing AZ with his Floette was so, so satisfying because one, it proved me correct that LZA takes place sometime in the future, and two, he's cleaned up and happy!! This also means the theory he finally passed away after XY's main events is incorrect!

The starter selection is certainly unexpected to me. I never expected two from the same generation, much less Johto, but all three of the ones featured here are relatively unpopular, so it's nice they will be receiving some spotlight.

My gut says I should choose Chikorita.

I'm not certain how to feel about the battle system because I personally prefer turn based combat, but I suppose I should wait to see how it is in practice before passing any judgment.

I am somewhat dismayed the protagonists aren't Possibly Serena/Calem, and their designs are in my opinion on the minimalist side by comparison, but I believe I'll become attached to them once I've gotten a feel of their personalities while playing. <- Someone who prefers the default designs rather than self-inserting or creating OCs. I need to know their names...

Now for the new characters: Urbain and Taunie are sort of interesting to me in the sense they're gender locked similar to Curtis and Yancy of B2W2. Unlike LA, we seem to actually have a rival. They're quite cute. Even though it's stated only one will appear, in my mind, these two are siblings. I'm certain many feel the same.

I don't have too many thoughts on Jett and Vinnie just yet, but I always appreciate when older women appear in the series, and the latter's facial hair is... rather reminiscent of Lysandre's hairstyle. Which makes me wonder if the two are related and Vinnie is attempting to atone for Lysandre's actions. His hair accessory is attention-grabbing as well. He must have a soft side despite his tough exterior.

And the sigh of relief I sode when "Late 2025" appeared on the screen. I was prepared for the date to be in a few months, like June or July, but this is so much nicer. After LA possessing a story riddled with holes and SV's vast assortment of glitches, I am perfectly content with an autumn release. I'd even happily wait for one in winter!

I'm actually sort of relieved the trailer didn't reveal any more than it has because I already feel as though I may explode-

[shabeeboothedrawingender]

Stupid stuff that I would put in a gacha video but I'm too lazy at the moment. Featuring a lot of Egos from my AU and TEoS Dave probably who knows. It's kinda like incorrect quotes.

Dark: Wilford, do you know where half of our staff are?

Wilford: Well, our androids are plotting world domination, the Jim's are sitting in the yard trying to find something interesting to report, Yancy and Illinois are usually in a corner shoving their tongues down each other's throats and I don't even remember anything about anyone else.

Dark: ...So we're short staffed?

Wilford: Precisely.

Dave: So you sleep? Without the risk of death?

Wilford: Pretty much. If we're not overloaded on caffeine or sugar.

Dark: Sips his coffee

Wilford: ...He's special.

Engineer: Could you pass me that wrench?

Murdock: Hands him a knife

Engineer: This is a knife…?

Murdock: Same thing.

Wilford: I'm so glad that my husband has finally made friends, like honestly he was such an isolated man before now I mean look at him-

Dark and Dave are just passed out on the floor

Dark: Murder is okay.

Engineer: Mr Whitacre, they only got your order wrong-

Dark: Hah. Hahahahaha. You dare to challenge me?

Actor: Of course I do! I'm practically your god!

Dark: And I'm a politician. What the fuck do you bring to the table, asshole?

Wilford: Hey Dark, did you know your sister is alive in space?

Dark: Haha, very funny-

Ms Whitacre: Hello!

Dark: AAAAAAA-

Dark: points to Ms Whitacre My belief for this woman being real is the same as my belief for Hatsune Miku. She's a fake ass bitch whose only purpose is to taunt me.

Mack and Actor high five

✨ The friendship of two people being jealous of others ✨

Dark: You know, I really appreciate you paying for this dinner.

Wilford: Don't mention it!

Dark: Though it seems you couldn't afford anything other than ice cream.

Dave: Hey Wilford! That was your name right?

Wilford: Yes.

Dave: I taught the office crow a sentence!

Crow Dark flies in

Wilford: ...Go on Darky?

Crow Dark: I have ptsd.

Wilford: Wow-

Crow Dark: I depend on caffeine.

Dave: Now before you ask-

(Time Travel back to before wkm)

Celine: Damien?

Walks into his room

Celine: Da- Huh?

Dave is sat trying not to sleep and Damien is zonked out on sleeping pills

Celine: Who the heck? (she doesn't say hell, not very ladylike at this point in her life)

Celine: I'm here to pick up my brother's medication?

Doctor: The antidepressants, three different types of sleeping pills and painkillers?

Celine: ...

Doctor: Ma'am?

Wilford: Your dad is a crow now, how do you feel Chi-Chi?

Chi-Chi: Meow.

5 minutes later

Chi-Chi: HISSSSS!

Crow Dark: CAW?!

(Chi-chi is Dark's cat)

@side-blog-for-reblogs

@silly4goose20

I dunno I thought you'd enjoy them

[theknightmarket]

HAPPY NEW YEAR, LADS! Here’s some incorrect quotes to celebrate that were meant to be for the anniversary, but I forgot about them. Spoilers for fics that I’m toying with or am in the process of writing!

Dark: If you could guess, how many brain cells do you have?  Wilford: Dorito’s cool ranch.  Dark:  Dark: I'm just gonna assume zero for now.  Wilford: I love that song.

Illinois: You know you can die from that, right?  Bond!Reader: *smoking a cigarette* That’s the point.  Google: *drinking alcohol* We’re trying to speed this up.  Bing: *Eating raw cookie dough and nodding*

Dark: I'm going to ask you to be respectful.  Mark, after kidnapping the DA: I will politely decline.

Detective!Reader: You’re alive.  Murdock: No need to sound so disappointed.

Engineer!Reader, with a headache: Advil me up, daddy.  Google: I will short out the language centre of your brain if you say anything like that ever again.

Yancy: If there’s one thing I learned from Bing, it’s to set people’s expectations real low, so you end up surprising them by practically doing nothing at all.

Heist!Reader: Dammit, Mark, you ruined everything!  Heist: You’re welcome.

Dark: Fine! I don't give a shit!  DA!Reader, watching him keep coming back from the mirror: You seem to give a lot of shit for someone who claims not to give a shit.

Bing: Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, that’s fucked up. Like c'mon, you know I’m dumb as hell!

(Engineer!Reader is on a business trip) Google: Ew. What kind of tea is this?  Bing: I boiled gatorade.

Heist: Please, picking locks is my specialty.  Heist: *throws a brick through the window*  Heist: Okay, let’s go.

*Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker*  Ghosts!Reader: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know. 

Everyone: Engineer: ...I did. I broke it.  Reader: No. No, you didn't. Wilford?  Wilford: Don't look at me. Look at Mark.  Mark: What?! I didn't break it.  Wilford: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?  Mark: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.  Wilford: Suspicious.  Mark: No, it's not!  Damien: If it matters, probably not, but Noir was the last one to use it.  Noir: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!  Damien: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?  Noir: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Damien! Engineer: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, cap.  Reader: No! Who broke it!?  Everyone: Yancy:  Hey, bud… Illinois' been awfully quiet.  Illinois: rEALLY?!  *Everyone starts arguing*  Reader, talking to Host: I broke it. It burned my hand so I punched it.  Reader: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.  Reader:  Reader: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

Murdock: So you like cats?  Detective!Reader: Yeah.  Murdock: *tries to impress them by slowly pushing a glass off the table*

Police!Reader: We are gathered here today because someone- *glares at Mark’s coffin* -couldn’t stay alive!

Engineer!Reader: Why are you two always out during rainstorms?  Google: It’s so peaceful and refreshing. I love the smell of rain.  Bing: Google bet me I couldn’t get struck by lighting, but he’s WRONG.

The police chief, pointing to Murdock’s empty cell: YOU LET HIM ESCAPE?!?  Detective!Reader: I WAS ON BREAK.

Detective!Reader: I’m going to take you out. Murdock: Great, it’s a date! Detective!Reader: I meant that as a threat.  Murdock: See you at five!

Actor!Reader, struggling to keep upright in their 1 inch heels: Yeah, I-I don’t really think heels are for me. Actor, pointing at them and walking flawlessly in sparkly golden 6 inch heels: WEAK.

Bing: I'm incredibly fast at math. Engineer!Reader: Alright, what's 30 x 17? Bing: 47. Engineer!Reader: That's not even close. Bing: But it was fast.

Police!Reader: Go to Hell. Actor: I wish I could.

Dark: In light of what you did for me, you can hug me for four to five seconds. DA!Reader: FORTY-FIVE SECONDS?!? Dark: No! Four to five seconds! DA!Reader: Too late!!!

*Damien and College!Reader skipping stones on lake* Damien: It’s such a beautiful evening. College!Reader, whispering: Take that you fucking lake.

Actor: So that’s my plan. Police!Reader: Are you alright with constructive criticism? I don’t want to sound mean. Actor: No, go ahead, I want to hear it. Detective!Reader: It fucking sucks. Actor: That’s not constructive criticism.

Bartender!Reader: Can you please be serious for five minutes?  Wilford: My record is four, but I think I can do it.

Actor!Reader: How petty can you get? Actor: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about.

Illinois: Yancy and I were crossing the street, and this dude drove by and honked at us. Criminal!Reader: *Sighing* What did Yancy do?  Illinois: He chased him to the next red light, then reached into his window and...  Yancy: Who wants a steering wheel?

Dark: Why. why did you give the DA a KNIFE?! Wilford: I’m sorry. They said they felt unsafe. Dark: Now I feel unsafe! Wilford: I’m sorry. Wilford: ... would you like a knife?

*DA!Reader and Wilford sitting in jail together* DA!Reader: So who should we call? Wilford: I’d call Dark, but I feel safer in jail.

Engineer: Gunther, can I talk to you for a second? Gunther: Yeah, what’s up? Lemme guess. You and Cap are having problems and you want me to teach you how to kiss? Engineer: What? No, stop that. I know how to kiss. I’ve read books.

Ghosts!Reader: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat?  Engineer: >:O language. Bing: Yeah watch your fucking language. Yancy: OKAY WHO TAUGHT BING THE FUCK WORD?  Google: 'The fuck word'.  Noir: Are you stupid? You all use the f word all the time.  Wilford: Oh my god he censored it. Illinois: Say fuck, Noir.  Mark: Do it, Noir. Say fuck.

Host: If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous.  Mark: What if it bites me and it dies!?  Dark: Then you’re poisonous. Jesus Christ, Mark, learn to listen.  Yancy: What if it bites itself and I die?  Noir: That’s voodoo.  Bing: What if it bites me and someone else dies?  Google: That’s correlation, not causation.  Illinois: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die?  Wilford: That’s kinky.  Ghosts!Reader: I hate this house.

Sheriff!Reader: Died and came back as a cowboy, I call that reintarnation.

Mark, setting down a card: Ace of spades. Dodger, pulling out an Uno card: +4. Enis, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you! Survivor!Reader, trembling: What are we playing?

Actor: You lying, cheating, piece of shit! Actor!Reader: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD! Actor: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING JULIET WITH ME. Toby, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

[jimsandfruit]

I just wanted to pop on by and say your Illinois and Yancy piece with the incorrect quote is adorable!

Dhdgsff I keep forgetting the ask box exists. Thank you! I really wanna try some incorrect quote stuff again cause it was a lot of fun

[pokemon-next-generation-quotes]

Benga: There’s hell in hello.

Hilda: There’s good in goodbye.

Nate: There’s an end in friend.

Natural: There’s a lie in believe.

Cheren: There’s fair in farewell.

Concordia: There’s over in lover.

Yancy: There’s an ex in next.

Fedde: There’s an us in trust.

Iris: There’s an if in life.

Bianca: There’s lies in families.

Everyone:

Anthea: There’s fun in funeral.

[marksandrec]

Marks and Rec: Misc #2547

Don't get stuck in the loop; he can do this for hours. (Dialogue from this comic panel:)

[radioactive-yuri]

yancy: how do you tell who's in control between celine and damien when talking to dark?

wilford: oh, it's actually pretty easy. i just get into an argument with them. if they storm off, damien's in control. if they snap back at me, celine's in control.

wilford: and if they punch me, it's both.

[incorrect-quotes-egos]

Illinois: I have no fear. 

Bim: What if you woke up one day and Yancy was actually taller than you? 

Illinois: I have one fear.

[faecaribou]

Dark: I had a dream I was a worm-on-a-string and then Wilford ate me like spaghetti

Yancy: He seems like the kind of fella who would eat youse.

Dark: That’s not comforting.

[fandomnerd14]

Yancy admiring a sleeping Y/N: You’re so cute

Y/N, sleepily: I could beat your ass

Yancy, lovingly: I know

[even-more-incorrect-ego-quotes]

*right before going into space*

Y/N: Alright, lieutenant Jones, is everyone at their post?

Illinois: Yes, well… all except for one, Captain. There is one person in the brig.

Y/N: Wha–We haven’t even set off yet, how is someone already arrested?!

Illinois: Well he basically requested to be taken to the brig and when he was denied he just began tap-dancing all over our food supply until we had no choice but to oblige him.

Y/N: ……Tell me, does he have a fake New Yorker accent by chance?

Illinois: Yes, how did you know…?

Y/N: *sighing deeply* That motherfucker… leave him there. I have a feeling he doesn’t want to be free.