#mindless comedy

[misteria247]

Linked universe x modern reader but the reader isn't into the whole adventure thing and instead only has one mission in mind.

Finding their beloved pet that they were separated from.

They search all throughout Hyrule, helping the boys along the way and keeping a sharp eye and keen ear out for their furry friend. It's basically their main quest and the actual adventure involving the shadow and the boys is like a side quest.

[skybristle]

REBLOGS > LIKES [tags appreciated!]

💫"and when harmonia shines, atlas beholds her"🌙

[ocs co-owned with @c0okie-th0ughts :3]

[tamaharu]

What isekai are you reading if you don’t mind me asking?

okay... but youre not allowed to make fun of me... its called "50 tea recipes from the duchess." korean woman gets fired, gets isekai'd into the body of a duchess who is timid to the point of patheticness and everybody fuckin hates her. is like uggghh well i dont care if im hated as long as i have my special interest: TEA. and with her autistic girl swag (label pending) she makes both the society and her cold intimidating husband love her. 70% of it is her infodumping about tea to the delight of everyone around her.

[agayconcept]

my youtube algorithm has gotten all sorts of fucked up so:

☆ give me ur youtube channel / show / series recommendations !! ☆

[whack-patty]

Misc mr snorps 💚

[hanksypanksyblog]

SEASON 3: HONOR AMONG REEVES

The boys are back with a BRAND NEW season! Hop aboard Season 3 as they take a deep dive on Keanu Reeves. Yes, that's right, it's Honor Among Reeves time, baybee! The fellas are kicking things off with 1986's River's Edge, starring Keanu and all his friends. Jokes include: Luke's new tombstone, Tom Hanks accent work, Camping Keanu, and kids driving vehicles for the long haul.

Listen HERE

[poeticmindlessness]

Dante olive oil, I love Italy

[fastepp]

My controversial opinion is that chat fics are hilarious and I won’t die on this hill but I will be looking down on people from it

[daisynik7]

the scowl nanami had in the trailer reminded me of the safeword audio, it’s definitely his reaction when finds out you’ve been touching yourself without his permission 😩

Anon, you are SO RIGHT, and for that, I wrote a little something. In case anyone is curious, THIS is the audio anon is referring to (reddit link, 18+). It is SO GOOD. It actually gets so tender and sweet at the end, but I did not recreate that for this little piece LOL. Anyways, ily anon for your brilliant brain. I love the idea of getting caught in the act, I am SO here for it. Also, I’m going feral over mean!Nanami. This is barely edited or proofread. This is a result of my carnal desires for him taking over my fingers without a care in the world. I’m throwing feminism out the window temporarily for this, sorry ancestors. MDNI banner by @/cafekitsune.

You’re well into your third climax of the night, the vibrator buzzing on the lowest setting on your swollen clit, the exquisite sensations resonating down to the tips of your toes. You’re so sensitive now, basically mush puddled in the sheets, skin damp with sweat, arousal smeared over your loins. There’s nothing playing in the background; no porn, no nsfw audios, not even a dirty picture displayed on your phone screen. All that you have to get you off is the memory of Nanami railing you into the mattress, the same one you’re currently drenched in your slick, pumping his cock in and out of your wet cunt. That’s all you need to get your pussy throbbing, skin prickling, belly fluttering. 

He's not home yet, still out on a mission with Gojo, doing what he does best: protecting people. Is it unfair that he has to work this hard, risking his life, while you’re twisting in the bedsheets, squirming with pleasure from a handheld toy? Maybe not. But what’s the harm in a little mindless release? What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?

Your eyes are shut tight as you descend from your high, vibrator shut off and teetering loosely in your hand, satiated and spent from tonight’s activities. You could fall asleep this instant, but there’s so much to clean up, all the evidence of your naughty deed that you don’t want your husband to discover without explanation. As you’re about to rise up out of bed, you hear the familiar jangle of keys unlocking the front door. Startled, and still a slippery mess, you quickly wipe off the toy, shoving it beneath the pillow. It’s not quick enough because just as you look up, Nanami is already standing at the doorframe of your bedroom, scowling. 

Like a bit from a comedy movie, you twiddle your fingers innocently, completely naked and exposed on the bed. “Hi honey,” you greet, slowly pulling the covers over your body. You smile at him, acting like he hasn’t already caught you in the act. He doesn’t respond, expression serious. Dangerous.

Heat rushes into your cheeks, increasingly nervous by his lack of reaction. “Kento, sweetie. What’s wrong?”

He crosses his arms over his chest, sauntering towards you. “You tell me,” he mutters, sitting at the edge of the bed, studying you carefully. 

You swallow loudly, mouth coated in your saliva. “Nothing’s wrong.”

“Oh?” It sounds like he’s teasing you. Toying with you. You shudder with anticipation as he reaches over, hand slipping under the pillow, retrieving your vibrator. He waves it at you. “What’s this, then?”

Another noisy gulp before you answer, “My vibrator.”

His eyes narrow, his free hand tugging the blanket off you slowly, inspecting your body from your face, chest, then between your legs, squeezed together, hiding your arousal. “What were you doing while I was away?” he asks, resting his hands on your knees, spreading you apart. “Were you being a bad girl?” 

There’s no need for a verbal answer, because as soon as his eyes fixate on your aching pussy, he already knows. “So, you have been a bad girl. Look at you, all wet and swollen already.” He clicks his tongue disapprovingly as you hide your embarrassed face behind your hand, barely peeking at him between your fingers. “You didn’t even have the decency to clean up.”

“I’m sorry,” you blurt out, limbs trembling, yearning for him to touch you. 

“Oh, you’re sorry?” he repeats, mocking you. “You fuck yourself while I’m working and all you can say is sorry?”

“I – ”, you choke on your own spit, rendering you speechless. 

“It seems that you forgot, so let me remind you one last time: This is my pussy. Not yours. Mine. You don’t get to play with it without my permission.” He sighs, hands sliding languidly down your thighs, prodding at the tender skin. “Such a dirty girl. What am I going to do with you?”

You moan, longing to feel his fingers, his cock, anything inside you. “Baby, please.”

He licks his lips, hungry eyes focused on your sopping cunt. “I guess it’s my job to clean up this mess.” He leans forward, tongue lapping at your sensitive bud, swirling circles around it, puckering his lips to suck. “Such a slutty pussy. So sloppy and wet for me.”

You squirm above him, pleasure stimulating your every nerve. “Fuck!” you cry out, lost in the ecstasy. 

His low chuckle vibrates against your clit, pinched between his lips. “How many times did you come from this toy? Once? Twice?”

You grip his hair between your fingers, shoving his face deeper. “Three times!” you stutter.

“And you’re still so fucking horny for me, huh?” He slides his tongue up and down your folds, collecting your slick on his tongue, drinking you up. “I’m going to have to do better than that toy then for you to learn your lesson.”

The need to be used and manhandled by him overtakes you. It doesn’t matter how much you touched yourself earlier. All you can think about is how much you need to be touched by him. How badly you need his cock inside you. How insanely desperate you are for his cum to fill you up. 

So you take it. Every lick, every suck, his fingers inside you, curled and hitting that sweet spot that only he can reach. His cock bullying you into submission, body weak and pliant from overstimulation, yielding to his every thrust like his own personal cock sleeve. All the while, he moans into your ear, constantly muttering the same reminder to you. 

“This is my pussy. All fucking mine.”

[clonehub]

Not everything has to be like Andor: Star Wars should explore the full range of storytelling styles and features, with a healthy mix of whatever is needed in order to make it an enjoyable and fruitful journey with the characters. This can be action, comedy, movie, series, whatever (good)

Not everything has to be like andor: it's actually completely okay if a story lacks depth and attention and care and the dialogue is bad and the action is mindless and the writers mistreat the characters and make writing decisions that don't make sense and it sucks shit and also ass (bad)

[misteria247]

This video had me fucking rolling why is this so fucking funny????????????

[itsmealaiah]

You ok? (Tom Kaulitz)

The apartment was a mess. Clothes were scattered all over the floor, dirty dishes piled up in the sink, and half-empty beer bottles littered the countertops. Tom Kaulitz, lead guitarist of Tokio Hotel, stumbled into the living room, looking as if he'd just gone ten rounds with Mike Tyson. His once-perfect hair was disheveled, his makeup smudged, and there was a look of utter defeat in his usually piercing brown eyes. He collapsed onto the couch with a groan, fumbling to pull his phone out of his pocket.

"Hey, Tom," I said, poking my head out of the kitchen where I'd been trying to get a snack. "What happened? Did your interview go that badly?"

He let out a humorless laugh as he flipped through his phone, not even bothering to look at me. "Worse," he muttered. "So much worse."

I walked over to the couch and sat down beside him, gently rubbing his back in a soothing motion. "Come on, Tom," I coaxed. "You can tell me what happened. It's okay"

He sighed heavily and finally looked up at me, his eyes red-rimmed from tears or exhaustion, I wasn't sure which. "They were just so mean," he whispered. "They asked me the same questions over and over again, like I was some kind of idiot. And then they made fun of my accent. It was awful."

I winced, knowing how sensitive Tom could be about his accent. He'd worked hard to improve it, but there would always be people who made fun of him for it. "I'm sorry, Tom," I murmured, leaning forward to rest my head against his shoulder. "That's just cruel. But it's not your fault. You did your best."

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, seeming to steel himself before continuing. "And then they asked me about the other guys in the band. They kept using the word 'drama' and 'tension' and…" His voice trailed off, and his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed heavily. "It was just a mess. A complete disaster."

I didn't know what to say. I'd seen Tom in better moods, and I'd seen him in worse ones, but this was…different. He looked so defeated, so lost. I wanted to help him, to make him feel better, but I didn't know how.

Finally, I reached up and brushed a stray hair out of his face. "Hey, you know what?" I said, forcing a smile. "Let's forget about that interview. Let's just order some takeout, watch a movie, possibly have a little fun later." I smirked. We don't have to leave the house if you don't want to. We can just relax, be ourselves, and forget about everything else for a while."

Tom looked up at me, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yeah," he whispered. "That sounds nice." He took my hand in his and squeezed it gently. "Thanks, y/n. I appreciate it."

I smiled back at him, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. Even though I'd only been friends with Tom for a few months, I knew how much his friends meant to him, and I was grateful that I could be there for him when he needed me the most.

As we waited for the takeout to arrive, I curled up on the couch beside him, our shoulders touching. I couldn't help but notice how good he smelled - a mix of his favorite cologne and his own unique scent that I'd grown to love. I wondered if he knew how attractive he was when he was feeling so down.

"So," I said, trying to distract him. "What do you feel like watching?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. Something dumb and mindless?"

I laughed. "Sounds good to me. How about that new romantic comedy everyone's been talking about?"

He rolled his eyes playfully. "Oh, come on. You know that's not my thing."

"Oh, please," I teased. "You secretly love romantic comedies. I've seen you cry during the sappiest ones."

He leaned over and playfully swatted at my arm. "Very funny," he muttered, but I could tell he was smiling beneath his fake annoyance. "Fine. Whatever you want to watch."

I felt a thrill run through me at his teasing. We continued to chat and laugh as we waited for the food to arrive, and for a while, it was almost as if the interview had never happened. I couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment, for my friendship with Tom, and for the chance to help him forget his troubles, even if only for a little while.

When the food finally arrived, we dug in, savoring the taste of spicy noodles and dumplings. The TV flickered in the background as we ate, and I couldn't help but steal glances at Tom out of the corner of my eye. He looked so different when he was relaxed and laughing, his eyes sparkling and his cheeks flushed. It was easy to forget, in those moments, that he was one of the biggest pop stars in the world.

As we finished our meal, I suggested we retire to our shared room to watch the rest of the movie. Tom hesitated for a moment, but then finally agreed, and we both rose from the couch. As we made our way down the hall, I felt a strange mixture of anticipation and nervousness building inside me. I'd never been in this room with him before, and I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to share this intimate space with him.

The room was lit only by the soft glow of a bedside lamp, casting everything in a warm, golden light. The bed was huge, with plush pillows and a deep, inviting mattress that begged to be crawled into. I plopped down on the edge of the bed and patted the spot beside me, gesturing for Tom to join me. He hesitated for a moment before finally sitting down, his leg brushing against mine.

We settled in to watch the movie, but I couldn't help but steal glances at him out of the corner of my eye. The light from the screen cast his features in a warm, flickering glow, and I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to kiss those lips, to feel his touch against my skin. The air between us seemed to crackle with an electricity that I hadn't felt before, and it made my heart race with anticipation.

As the movie reached its climax, I found myself unable to take my eyes off of Tom. His breath hitched slightly as he leaned forward, his body tense with anticipation, and a strange, fluttery sensation filled my chest. In that moment, I knew that I wanted more than anything to be closer to him, to feel his touch, his warmth.

Without even thinking, I reached out and took his hand in mine, lacing our fingers together. His skin was smooth and warm, and the touch sent a shiver down my spine. He looked at me, surprise flickering across his features, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he squeezed my hand gently, and for a moment, everything else faded away, leaving only the two of us, connected in this intimate moment.

As the credits began to roll, I found myself unable to tear my eyes away from Tom's face. He was staring at our entwined hands as if he couldn't quite believe what was happening, and a slow, shy smile spread across his lips. For a moment, I wondered if he was thinking the same thing that I was: that maybe, just maybe, this was the beginning of something more.

With a deep breath, I leaned in closer, my body tingling with anticipation. I could feel the warmth of his skin as our breath mingled in the air between us, and I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to kiss him. My heart raced with nervous excitement as I closed the distance, my lips brushing against his in a gentle, tentative kiss.

At first, he responded cautiously, his lips pressing back against mine, but as I deepened the kiss, I could feel him relax, surrendering to the moment. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me even closer, and a shudder ran through me as I felt the hardness of his chest against my breasts. He tasted like popcorn and the faint hint of something sweet, and I couldn't help but moan into his mouth.

As our kiss intensified, I felt my body begin to melt into his, and for a moment, it was as if the rest of the world didn't exist. We were lost in this tender, passionate embrace, and I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt so completely connected to someone. When we finally broke apart, we were both panting, our faces flushed and our eyes glazed over with desire.

Tom leaned his head back against the pillows, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "Wow," he breathed. "That was… unexpected."

I smiled up at him, feeling a warmth spread through my entire body. "Me too," I admitted. "But in a good way."

He reached out and traced a finger down my cheek, his touch sending shivers down my spine. "Yeah," he said softly. "In a very good way."

We lapsed into silence for a moment, each lost in our own thoughts, before Tom cleared his throat and said, "So, um… do you want to talk about it?"

I glanced at him, trying to read the expression on his face. He looked nervous, almost as if he was afraid of what I might say. I took a deep breath and said, "I don't know. What do you want to talk about?"

He smiled a little awkwardly. "Well, I guess I was just wondering if… if that was just a kiss or something more?"

I considered his question for a moment. It was a valid one, and one that I hadn't really thought about. I looked back at him and felt a flutter in my stomach when our eyes met. "I don't know," I admitted. "I mean, it's just us, right? We've been friends for so long, and I think… I think I've always had a crush on you, even if I didn't really realize it."

He smiled slightly, nodding as if he understood. "I've always thought you were pretty amazing, too, y/n. You're smart and funny and just… you. I don't know. Maybe this was just us finally giving in to all those feelings we've had."

I felt a warmth spread through my chest at his words. "Maybe," I said softly. "Or maybe it's something more."

We lapsed into silence again, and this time, it didn't feel awkward or forced. Instead, it felt natural, like we were both giving ourselves the space to process what had just happened. The air between us seemed to crackle with an electric energy, and I couldn't help but wonder where this newfound connection would lead us.

After a while, Tom broke the silence. "So, uh… what do you want to do now?" he asked, his voice still tentative. "We could just talk or watch another movie or…"

I smiled at him, feeling a spark of mischief. "Or we could do something else," I suggested. "Like explore these new feelings we have for each other."

His eyes widened a bit at my words, and for a moment, I thought he might push back. But then, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against mine in a slow, gentle kiss. As his tongue found its way into my mouth, I could feel my body respond, arching into him with a soft moan.

We kissed for what seemed like an eternity, our hands roaming over each other's bodies, seeking out new places to explore and taste. The air in the room grew thick with desire, and it felt as if the world around us had faded away, leaving only the two of us in this intimate bubble.

Eventually, Tom broke the kiss, his breath hot against my ear as he whispered, "I want you, y/n." His fingers traced a path down my stomach, stopping just above my waistband. Without another word, he leaned forward and unbuttoned my jeans, pulling them down over my hips. I gasped as the cool air hit my skin, and he chuckled softly, kissing his way down my neck.

My heart raced as he undressed me, revealing my lace-trimmed panties to his hungry gaze. He pushed me back onto the bed, climbing on top of me and kissing me again, this time with a newfound urgency. I arched my back into him, moaning as his hardness pressed against me.

His hands roamed over my body, exploring the curves I'd never shown anyone else before. He kissed a trail down my chest, teasing me with his tongue as he made his way lower. When he reached my inner thigh, he paused, his breath hot against my skin. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his fingers tracing a lazy pattern on my folds.

I gasped as he finally touched me, his fingers finding my wetness with ease. He thrust two fingers inside me, stretching me and filling the ache that had been building inside me for so long. I cried out, arching into his touch as he began to move, his fingers finding a rhythm that sent shivers through my entire body.

His other hand cupped my breast, rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, sending a wave of pleasure straight to my core. I could feel myself getting closer and closer, the tension coiling tighter and tighter inside me.

"Tom…" I breathed his name, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. He leaned down, capturing my mouth in a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue dancing with mine as he continued to bring me to the brink.

When I finally came, it was with a force that seemed to shake me to my very core. My body convulsed beneath him, my nails digging into his back as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. He continued to stroke me gently, his fingers still buried inside me, until the last tremor had faded away.

He pulled his hand back, his gaze locked on mine as he watched me catch my breath. I could see the desire in his eyes, the need to be inside me, and I ached for him. I reached down, unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down his hips, freeing his hardness from his boxers.

He groaned as I wrapped my hand around him, stroking him slowly at first, learning the feel of him in my hand. His hips moved involuntarily, urging me on as I began to stroke him faster, harder, matching the rhythm of my hand to the beat of my heart.

"y/n…" he moaned, his head falling back against the pillow. "I want to be inside you." He positioned himself at my entrance, his eyes never leaving mine as he guided himself inside me. I gasped at the tightness, the fullness, the rightness of him filling me up. He pushed deeper, inch by perfect inch, until he was buried to the hilt.

His weight was crushing me, but I didn't care. I wrapped my legs around him, arching my back to meet his thrusts. He began to move, his hips undulating against mine in a rhythm that felt so natural, so right. His skin was hot against mine, and I could feel every inch of him inside me as he claimed me.

He kissed me again, his tongue dancing with mine, and I could feel the tension building inside me once more. I wrapped my hand around us, feeling the slickness of his skin as he grew closer and closer. He thrust harder, faster, matching my desperation as I neared the edge.

And then, with a groan that vibrated through me, he came, his body tense and shuddering as he emptied himself into me. I felt the hot rush of his release, the pulsing of his muscles as he milked my orgasm from me. My nails dug into his shoulders, my legs locked around him, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over us.

We lay there, entwined, our hearts racing and our breath coming in ragged gasps. I could feel him still inside me, his hardness softening, but not retreating. He rolled to his side, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at me. His eyes met mine, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of uncertainty.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly.

I nodded, tracing a line along his jaw with my finger. "Yeah, I'm fine. That was… intense."

He smiled, his eyes meeting mine. "It was that." His thumb brushed across my lips, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. "I didn't want to hurt you."

I felt a blush creep up my neck. "You didn't. It was… perfect."

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "I'm glad." His hand trailed down my side, over my hip, and lower, until his fingers found my folds once more. "I could stay like this all night."

A/n: holy chimichangas this was long.

2875 words. Man, I'm proud of myself. Thank you for the request!!

[nightfurylover31]

Okay, I am really liking this take on Bean. I love the psychotic comedy thing, but him actually questioning Fang and his methods is a cool take. He's not completely mindless, and is more than just a guy who just like explosions. He still does, but there's more depth to him. I can't wait for part 3!

[gayelderstourney]

OLD MAN YAOI BRACKET ROUND 2

Propaganda:

Heavy/Medic:

They are referred to as boyfriends in an achievement (Beaux and Arrows) and on the official page for the End of the Line sfm it's described as "an action packed cinematic romp full of comedy action, romance action*, drama action, and actioney-type action.", there are no women in the sfm.

pretty sure they're both over 50 judging by some lines in the comic and their appearances (when the medic is asking satan to be put back on earth he says "another 50 years", implying he already lived for 50 years before he died). these two are typically seen together in canon as an unstoppable duo, and they are the KINGS of romanticizing surgery.

Statler/Waldorf:

is there anything gayer than being a hater with another gay old man. Those two queers have done so much for the lgbt community

Waldorf has a wife, but it's literally just Statler in drag. In the wiki it says "Astoria often wonders why her husband keeps coming to this 'irritating, mindless, incessant nonsense' while he could stay home with her. The only answer from Waldorf was 'no comment.'" And I like to think it's because he gets to go on dates with his boyfriend. Every show they're always heckling the Muppets but end up sitting back in their balcony seat every show, meaning they must have to enjoy it enough to come back. They're, like the kids say, a little tsundere. -"The internet is a completely different culture isn't it." -"You said it. Everything here is immediately followed by sarcastic comments and nasty responses." -"Yup, we're finally where we belong." -"Do-ho-ho-ho-hoh!"

They hate everything together

[lolotheparagon]

After dropping Helluva Boss, it’s made me realise half these indie animators idea of an adult comedy is to jus to make a Family Guy clone but also have Coronation Street levels of angst and soap opera drama.

Guys, just pick a lane. If you want to be a bleak soap drama, fine. But there’s nothing wrong with being mindless dumb fun. Like stop pretending to be deep and mature when your idea of mature is making dick jokes 24/7 and treating people suffering from past trauma or abuse like the butt of a joke

Like that’s the kinda shit you would say in 2012, when your 14 watching South Park and saying k*** yourself in comments to show how cool and hardass you are. This is usually a short embarrassing phase everyone grows out of and these indie artists are pushing 30 now and they’re still doing this shit but more “lol that’s just us being raunchy dudes!! We’re totally pc!!”

This is not cute, it’s fucking offensive. Just grow up.

[cutedice]

Luffy, Usopp + Buggy w/ an so (gn) who is SO INCREDIBLY SILLY

Like the so is basically a jester. a little fella. just mindless entertaining fun 24/7 with this guy.

((Anon. You are my new favorite anon ever.))

When the S/O is Silly!

Characters: Luffy, Usopp, Buggy Warnings: None, fluff.

Everything is GN!

LUFFY

- He's all for the goofy behavior.

- Seriously, if you can make him smile he's 100% already vibing with you and you make him smile constantly.

- He's always ready to play with you or just listen to you tell jokes.

- People already compare him to the sun, and he never really understood that until he met you.

- He also 100% has a prank war going with you. It's endearing at first but now it's an actual war and the other Strawhats have been picking sides.

- So far you're winning, much to his annoyance. But, he can't pout for too long when he hears your laugh and looks over to be met with such a warm expression on your face.

- If you want an easy way to get to him when he is in a mood, physical comedy gets him a lot. He's a sucker for slapstick. Slip on a banana peel for the man.

- He'll always make sure you aren't hurt afterwards, so no worries! He just... has to stop laughing first.

- You can pout at him all you want after, but it won't do much.

- "C'mon, (Y/N)! You just- and- and the noise you made--" and he's hunched right back over losing his mind.

- Come on, how could you stay mad at him? Well, you can't! Because he finds it so funny, he tries to replicate it so you can see what he saw.

- Ends with you both lying on the deck, cheeks red and heads fuzzy from the lack of air, but genuinely enjoying each others company so much.

- Luffy wouldn't trade the feeling for the world.

USOPP

- Let's be real, he appreciates comedy. And, while he loves childish jokes and acts he also enjoys most other forms (except Robin's).

- But he loves yours!

- He makes a lot of self deprecating jokes at himself, it's his fall back and, while he doesn't do it enough to be concerning, he also doesn't hold back.

- But, none of those jokes last long when you're around!

- Cheesy pickup lines always get him to laugh. Sometimes you might get a blush or a bashful turn-away, but he's always laughing and fighting back chuckles.

- He loves hearing you add onto his tall tales. Commit to this man's bits!! He will love you!

- Get's even more entertaining if you act it out with impressions, play it up with him! Be nerds! Drama kids!

- You can't play any acting game together because you just wind up laughing too much to participate.

- One of his secret favorite things you do to make him laugh is when you sit in his little corner with him and purposely put something together wrong.

- "Y/N, pfft, I- I asked you to make a cube! How- how'd you make a triangle? Where- where's the other piece?"

- This situation is a win all around because it makes him laugh, he gets an ego boost in helping you, and if you really don't know how to build stuff or don't want to then he'll never know!

BUGGY

- As a clown himself, Buggy has been known to appreciate the finer forms of comedy.

- So, needless to say if you throw a pie at someone you're already a star in his book.

- Okay, he might be a little more mature than that and the pie might have to be well timed, but a well time pie throw is still a win! Really, if your timing is pretty good you'll land most jokes with him.

- Not to say everything needs to be timed. Sometimes silly things just happen with him.

- He's a walking shenanigans magnet and if you can double down on that and make it a positive thing for him he'll adore you.

- Plus, you so graciously taking the butt of the captain's jokes and pranks has the rest of his crew and Alvida praising you (mostly due to their mild annoyances to them).

- Buggy does pull pranks by the way. Constantly. But, he always, without fail, get's flustered when you catch him trying to set one up or mid-lie.

- Full body, red faced, you swear you can hear steam coming out of his ears. But, he always ends up laughing with you afterwards. It's funny once he looks back on the scene after a few minutes of denial and he can admit that much at least.

- And, you never laugh at him. Well, not in a bad way. He gets defensive, he's got a sensitive ego and he's greedy; but you only see him as... well, your fun partner in crime!

- That's right. If you've got the confidence to go head-to-head with him then you're officially his partner in crime! You don't really get a choice in this, he'll drag you along with his plans.

- Of course, he takes all the credit for any joke he might pull on the crews. He doesn't want you to get in trouble. Plus, he gets mild entertainment watching them treat you like your innocent.

- It's like having a spy on the inside as you come back to him with everyone's plans and schedules, and you two have a late night planning session.

- "So, if Alvida and Mohji are on the island that leaves--" he turns to face you for some help only to see you mid air plane throw at his head.

- You maintain eye contact for a moment before he grins and suddenly a hand is on your side, tickling you into surrender. "Hah! Try and best me again I dare you!"