#sunny funny sucks

[amusement-park-date]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: PaRappa the Rapper (Video Games), PaRappa the Rapper (Anime), Um Jammer Lammy (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lammy/PaRappa Rappa Characters: PaRappa Rappa, Lammy (PaRappa the Rapper), Katy Kat, Ma-san (PaRappa the Rapper), PJ Berri, Matt Major, Paula Fox, Sweety Additional Tags: Heartbreak, Being afraid to love again, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, For once this isn't a songfic Summary:

After having his heart broken by Sunny once and for all Parappa has decided that he's done trying to be with someone. Firmly believing that love isn't for him, he moves on with his life and tries to focus on other things. Until one day his friends, feeling bad, have had enough and decide to intervene in hopes of changing Parappa's mind.

[macden]

[cerealmonster15]

my favorite thing ever in this game is that any time the characters are given the chance they WILL be the first to bitch and complain about each other. especially when the characters are still on screen and they say to their face how much they suck lol

[disposal-blueeee]

ever since i saw that mini comic about jake talking about bubblegum i'm convinced that he's super gullible 😭😭

obviously scriabin doesn't believe this, maybe he was just trying to prank him or something lol

also, here's the whole thing because it looks nice like that

vargas by zarla-s

[nerdie-faerie]

hi this is really random lmao but would you be able to send me your post that was like "Hoping the sunny spell ends before I get home..."

i've been trying but i can't find it anymore :'(

What the fuck 😅

I had no memory of a post like this but was like it vaguely sounds like something I might say so I'll see if I can find it. Tumblr's search function was useless as always so I tried to ctrl+f in mass post editor but nothing showed until I'd loaded more posts. I got back as far as summer 2020 before I tried again and I found it for you. How the hell you remember this post I don't know but here she is apparently this post is nearly a year so that's fun

No idea why you wanted it though but glad I could find it for you

[sheepie-self-ships]

IVE FIGURED OUT WHAT QUIRK IM GONNA GIVE MY MY HERO SELF INSERT :D I’ve been thinking abt it on and off today and I think it’s gonna be some variation of a vampire quirk! I gotta figure out the logistics tho -w-)

They don’t have much of a design yet but I doodled this :]

[capricioussuns]

the trans day of visibility on easter... the woke agenda is going too far

[feline-evil]

So the mtl s2 finale really grabbed me by the bawls full force goddamn

[pk-heart]

finished Veep. its craaazy and so good! idk why it's not more popular in the american comedy show canon because it eats up the rest completely

[dacergirl369]

waves at u HI BENNY!!!!!!! i hope ur day is going well i love u!!!! what are ur favorite sunny episodes btw. i realize i dont know and i would like to :D

AHHHHH HI RED I LOVE YOU TOO I HOPE YOU ARE DOING GREAT!!!!!! 👋👋👋👋

ummmmmm very interesting question. ok disclaimer I’ve not watched sunny all the way through in a v long time now BUT episodes that I still carry with me as my besties:

I maintain to this day that mac and dennis move to the suburbs is like one of if not THE episodes of television ever. it’s iconic all the way through. other assorted faves: waitress is getting married, buys a boat, gets trapped (CHARMAC ARIZONA LEATHER STORE FANTASY <3<3<3<3), dines out, mac and dennis buy a timeshare, gets quarantined. there’s defo more that I’m forgetting and also maybe some of these ones suck way more than I remember but this is off the top of my head lol

[deadsetobsessions]

He could overlook a lot of things, but this was getting ridiculous. You’d think seasoned vigilantes would have better excuses prepared, but Danny had caught that flash of panic that crossed Tim’s face as Danny came face to face with Tim dragging an unconscious Steph to her designated room in the manor.

“Uh.”

“Danny! Uh, Stephanie brained herself- uh, sliding down the bannisters and- pleasedon’ttellBruce.”

Danny blinks, staring at Tim and then very pointedly, very slowly, turned his head back towards the direction he came from: the main hall… where the bannisters were. He wonders what vigilante hijinks they were trying to hide from B this time.

Tim coughs, trying to inch Stephanie away. “Uh. She was doing… cartwheels?”

Danny let his eyes slowly take in the bruises that were clearly not from “cartwheeling in the mansion” on the both of them. There’s a huge bandaged cut on Steph’s forearm and a giant bruise on the edge of Tim’s jaw. Tim’s face twitches nervously, not that anyone else would have noticed- except Danny has enhanced ghost senses and could feel the panic coming off of his adopted brother.

“You know…” Shit, what does he do? Not knowing would be so much easier if these idiots gave him good excuses! “I don’t think I want to know what you two have been up to… but should I be worried for your, uh, physical health?”

“Nope!”

“… Okay.” He says. Tim opens his mouth to make further excuses but Danny adds quickly, “But don’t tell me, because if Bruce asks, I want plausible deniability.”

Cartwheels, Danny’s ghostly ass. Luckily, this show of doubt reaffirms Tim’s belief that Danny believes them all of the other times. Danny grins inwardly, planning capitalizing on the guilt that flashed over Tim’s face.

“Deal.”

“Want help?” The halfa points at Steph, who’s still being dragged over the carpet by a noodle armed Tim. Danny knows Tim’s strong, he’s a vigilante, but it’s funny watching him pretend to struggle.

“Please. I’m so tired right now.” He looks it too. Danny’s brows furrow with genuine concern when he takes in Tim’s drowned raccoon look. He picks up Steph, firmly removing her from Tim’s suddenly weak grip. Being careful to avoid her injuries, Danny nods at the door to her room. Tim cracks it open and does a little showy gesture towards the inside.

“C’mon, we’ll tuck her in and then I’ll tuck you in.”

“What, you don’t have to do that.”

“If you don’t let me tuck you in and make sure you sleep, I’ll tell Alfred who really accidentally poured boiling hot coffee on his azaleas last week. And I’ll sic Dick on you and tell him you haven’t been sleeping enough.”

“You drive a hard bargain,” Tim grumbles. “But fine. It’s really not my fault I’m this tired. A missing spleen is hard to handle, you know.”

“Yeah, missing an organ sucks,” Danny says, shit eating grin hidden long enough to catch the contemplative bloodhound look that passes over Tim’s face.

“Which- uh, which one of your organs is missing?”

“Liver.” Danny says, remembering the flashes of pain. He tilts his head away to hide the grin at Tim’s panicked face.

When he tucks Tim in, he pretends to believe Tim’s sleeping act and left his room while mumbling about the Wayne’s clumsiness and bruises and stocking up on bruise cream. He couldn’t even enjoy Tim’s floundering, this time, worried as he is.

——

“Brother.” Danny half turns his head, just to beam a sunny smile at Cass. He signs an exuberant hello. The halfa hangs up his coat as he addresses his adopted sister.

“Cass! What’s up?”

“Dinner.” She smiles back, signing that Alfred wanted them to the dinning room post haste. The main dining room, because rich people were fruit loops and Batman is totally included. Cassandra looks down and gasps.

What…?

Oh. Fuck. Danny glances down. He genuinely forgot about that.

“Huh.”

“Okay?” Suddenly, Cass is right next to him, hand reached out and hovering over the actual knife Danny forgot was sticking out of him. At least it’s where his liver should be, so he won’t have to pretend.

“Oh. Yeah, I’m good. Don’t have a liver.” Danny decides on the spot that he’s not gonna mess with Cass. She smiled the same as him. “Got mugged on the way back but I think they said I could keep the knife, right?”

“Danny.” She’s frowning at him. He feels like he just kicked tiny Cujo. But he doesn’t feel bad enough to blurt everything out.

“Here. You can have it if you want?” Danny casually pulls out the knife and holds the wound together with his bare hands. Cass looks more alarmed. She bodily picks up Danny and starts running.

“Woah!”

Cass throws him at Alfred, gently.

“Miss Cassandra! Why, I never-!” Alfred pauses in surprise.

“Uh. Wow, Cass. You’re really strong.” Danny pipes up, hand still over his gushing wound.

She ignores him, pointing at Danny and telling Alfred, “Hurt. Got mugged. Dumb.”

“Hey! It’s not my fault Gothamites are ready to jump people at any moment. Besides, it’s daytime. It’s not like the vigilante furries are out to save my butt. I think I did really well coming back safe, you know?”

“Hurt. Forgot the knife. Was in him.”

“Master Danny!”

Danny pouts. He also knows there’s a discreet camera in the corners of the sitting room, so he’s definitely hoping he could phase into the cave when Barbara eventually tells the group that he called them “vigilante furries.”

Alfred clucks his tongue and set to work patching him up. Danny tries not to bask in the careful way Alfred tended to his wounds. It reminds him too much of Jazz, if Jazz was British and a man with greying hair.

But because they were watching him and he was watching them in return, Danny noticed the moment Alfred’s hands stalled and Cass’ gaze got intense. What now…?

Oh, fuck, his vivisection scar. Oops. Danny smiled, channeling Dani (his lovely clone sister) at her most innocent.

Cass smiled back, just as sunnily, fists tightening at her side in repressed fury.

——

“Cass? Why’d you call us?”

“Yeah, baby bat. I got a couple o’ smugglers to talk to.”

Cass paces.

“What is it, Cassandra?” Damian tuts impatiently.

“Danny. Has… scars. Autopsy. But was struggling. When cut.”

“What.”

“A vivisection, Master Jason.” Alfred’s voice was crisp and eerily cold. His hands are folded, rage only held back by his sheer will and a well practiced sense of propriety.

“We find. Who hurt him,” Cass snarls. “We. End.”

Jason’s eyes glint green, hands going to his guns. “Fine. By. Me.”

“It does tie in with the dead comment. I wonder what happened to him.” Tim clacks away at the bat computer, furiously looking into the matter already. Bruce has taken to prowling, stressed out at the prospect of one more of his children- not a vigilante at that- getting hurt the way Jason had. Worse, even. A vivisection. He was alive, dissected. Aware enough to struggle. Dick looked like he was torn about hunting down and lunging at whoever hurt Danny to rip their throats out with his bare teeth versus the urge to go back up to the manor and wrap Danny in bubble wrap.

In the corner, Danny was having a quiet breakdown because he came here to watch them react to vigilante furries, not offering to murder the people who vivisected him. What the fuck?? He ran his hands through his hair, invisible.

——

“Oh, by the way, we should consider more daytime shifts.”

“Why?” Spoiler asks Barbara.

“Danny got mugged. And called us the nightly furries.”

“The fuckin’ what-?” Jason chokes out, laughing. Bruce stops his pacing, body language becoming slightly offended.

Danny muffles a laugh only Alfred would have heard.

[thermesiini]

mythic quest is actually good

[ultimateyapper]

hyugo always play fights with the mc over "stealing his sunny". it started as a joke when the mc called them an old married couple. now everytime they go somewhere without hyugo he texts the groupchat feigning heartbreak.

HYUGO : @ edgarallensol @ mc_was_here you guys went out and didn't invite me? that's fine .. heh.. guess i deserve it : )

MC : GELP ME

SOL : im actually going to block you

mc chooses to indulge him sometimes for the funny. sol is so over their bullshit.

MC : @ edgarallensol who's the better spouse?

HYUGO : ME

MC : nuh uh im his current spouse

HYUGO: so 🙄 we were happily married until you decided to be a homewrecker 👎

MC : sucks to suck 😘

HYUGO : sucks to be a homewrecker 😘

HYUGO : tell them pookiebear @ edgarallensol

MC : i see ur active @ edgarallensol

HYUGO : POOKIE @ edgarallensol

MC : POOKIE @ edgarallensol

HYUGO : POOKIE @ edgarallensol

MC : POOKIE @ edgarallensol

SOL : its literally 3am.

[fakeblue]

also twitter is dragging mindy kaling im feeling vindicated

[inkyajax]

⋆₊˚⊹♡ sunday + the nickname ‘sunny’

character: sunday warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, size difference, fem reader words: 781

“Sunny!” 

Juvenile and trashy, he used to hate that nickname. 

He used to hate that nickname, until you. 

It’s funny, how the meaning of a word can change with a single person, in a single instant. 

The first time you use it, Sunday doesn’t even have the heart to tell you how much he despises it—because suddenly, he doesn’t anymore. 

That’s all it took; two syllables, falling from your lips wrapped in a melodic laugh. Two syllables, vibrating on your tongue, eyes sparkling as they found his, and his whole view on the wretched nickname had changed. 

Because it sounds so beautiful when you say it, sucked on in the heat of your mouth, warm and syrupy as melted sugar. It sounds so special when you say it, filtered through an everlasting smile—his smile, the one you save just for him, the one that no one else gets to see, gets to procure—thickly embraced in love and reverence and worship. 

You say it like it’s a prayer, like it’s a vow. You say it with such passionate fondness that it sounds like a promise, an oath swearing that you will never leave, that you will love him, wholly and completely, for eternity. 

“You know, I used to hate the nickname Sunny,” he finally tells you one night while you’re laying in bed, voice lullabied.

It’s late—too late for you to be awake, truthfully—and you had fallen asleep waiting up for him, desperate to catch a glimpse of him after nearly twenty-four hours of his absence. 

But the moment he had entered the bedroom—sock-clad feet quiet on the hardwood, steps kept light and agile, silver door handle twisted with such meticulous care and precision that he’s sure it didn’t make a single sound—you were up, lashes fluttering against the halo of golden light spilling past him in the doorway.

A sixth sense, he likes to call it. Something intimate and instinctual that alerts you to his presence, the moment he’s in your general vicinity. A divine intuition borne out of your ethereal and everlasting love for him. 

A hum vibrates on his chest, your cheek nuzzling into his sternum. 

“Why?” 

“Because it sounded…” silly, stupid, unsophisticated. “Wrong, coming from the lips of anyone. Anyone else, but you.” 

“And now?”

Now, it’s special, significant, personal. 

Now, he loves it. 

He loves it, always. 

He loves it when it’s laughed out, stuttered by giggles or the slap of your tennis shoes against stone in the courtyard while you gracefully leap from his touch, the linen of your dress teasingly brushing his fingertips, narrowly escaping his grasp.

He loves it when it’s squealed out, pitched high and stringy and filtered through a pout, usually accompanied by knitted brows or a stomped foot. Sunny, be serious! you cry, features scrunching further at his tender chuckle.

I am serious, darling, he always responds, but he can never quite dim those adoring twinkles shimmering in his eyes, mollifying his gaze to something soft and lidded, playful affection toying with the corners of his mouth. You’re just too cute. 

He loves it when it’s gasped out, nothing more than a breathy wisp on your tongue, pushed from your chest by his relentless thrusts and repeated until it breaks, letters shattering on your lips, cunt convulsing around him.

Even fractured with bliss, it still sounds so heavenly coming from your throat, shards of it lingering on your tongue even after he’s pumped you full of thick cum and panted his own rapture into your waiting, wanting mouth—Sun-Su-Sun-ny, bits of the name wheezed out in little whines; desperate, divine, dissolving on his tongue, little fingers clawing and clinging to his heaving form as it curls around your own.

He loves it when it’s slurred out in those early morning hours when he finally returns to you, murmured into your pillow and drowning in a pool of thick spit, letters heavy with sleep. Sunny, you whimper again, turning toward the heat of his body, hands groping blindly, eyes still glued shut with exhaustion. Missed you, s’much, Sunny, you mumble into his sternum as you rub your cheek along it, catlike. My Sunny. 

He loves it, forever. 

“Now, it’s perfect,” he murmurs into your hair, sealing the proclamation with a kiss. “Now, it’s my favourite.”

Admittedly, he still hates it when anyone else uses it, but it’s for a different reason now. No longer is the nickname childish and asinine, but instead it is yours, special and sacred, a term of endearment allowed just for you. It has been transformed by your lips and your love, metamorphosed into something sacrosanct.

And Sunday wouldn’t have it any other way. 

[tossawary]

Rewatching "A New Hope" now and enchanted by many details. I like how slow it feels, compared to the prequels films, how the shots linger where appropriate, so you can appreciate the charming and impressive special effects, and how you're left to figure out a lot about this strange sci-fi universe here as you go.

But most of all, I think I'm enjoying the fact that one of Luke's first few lines is him basically calling Tatooine a shithole. "Well, if there's a bright center of the universe, you're on the planet that it's farthest from." What a snarky bitch. I love him.

It's funny that there's a bit of a fandom perception that Leia is the constantly angry one and Luke is comparably sunny and sweet, but Luke is pissed the fuck off a lot of the time too! He's keeping up a smile here and there, sure, but his life sucks! He just channels that anger into rescuing princesses and blowing up Death Stars, apparently. (And Leia can also be very sweet and friendly and caring!)

Like, Luke and Leia both become more emotionally in-tune with themselves as they grow over the course of this trilogy; they're pretty emotionally intelligent and stable considering everything they've been through. Luke learns to face his fears to better know himself and become a Jedi. But at the same time, I think that Luke has to learn how to do that emotional searching, it's not really natural to him, because this farmboy is at heart partially a "flying off to a nicer planet to get this 'therapy' thing is expensive, getting in your speeder and shooting womp rats until you don't care anymore is cheap" kind of guy.