#this was so freakin hilarious

[meep-meep-richie]

'' You know Will Ferrell stole Wedding Crashers.''

[palilious]

I love that the whole fandom's collective reaction to Quinn's new voice can be summed up as "Oh god he's BRITISH"

[accio-victuuri]

xiao zhan is no match for yibo’s love of his motorcycle 😂

[tmntkiseki]

S01, EP12: The Unconvincing Turtle Titan

[maycanady]

My No Phone Day did help us reconnect with the world 'cause I reconnected with you.

[megamew-and-crew]

Don’t you just love irony? Eh @loupy-mongoose? XD

[pelipper]

If you're not watching the tv every day in A Wonderful Life, you're missing out.

[thisbibliomaniac]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8joPbVK/

[whiteshipnightjar]

If you miss Andy laughing his heart out, want to hear him tell a story about officiating his sister-in-law's wedding and his daughter riding a pony, and talk about ice cream, this Doughboys' podcast ep is for you.

[meep-meep-richie]

´´ I care desperately about what I do. ´´

[ibrithir-was-here]

My darling nephew, 2 years of age, adores Transformers, his favorite game to play with my brother is to alternate telling him to either "Be Megatron!" or "Be Op-MisPrime!"

To which my brother responds by either going "Grrr I'm Megatron! I'm the bad guy!" And getting promptly blown up, or saying "I'm Optimus Prime! Autobots, Roll Out!" To which he gets the response "Op-misPrime! Good to see you!" and a hug.

Well this week he got his very own Bumblebee costume for Halloween, cutest little thing, don't know how much my poor sister spent on it.

And his response upon seeing himself in it was to burst into tears and wail :

"I don't wanna be Bumblebee!! I wanna be Baby Me!!!!"

[accio-victuuri]

fanvideo yibo bday cheer from his drama characters

source: 有空画YiBo-LINGDI

[savingthegeneration]

[mazeofthemartyr]

oh my diarrhea💀

[the-woild-is-y-erster]

Who died and made you king? For the prompts

ok since you didnt give me characters we're doin your(everyone's) favorite delangsty brothers

hope its what you asked for haha

(also spreading my 'morris is older' propaganda)

oscar fumbles with the key to his and morris' apartment, cursing. finally getting in the door, he re-locks it behind him, and hangs his hat on the peg by the door. he attempts to sneak past the kitchen, where he can see the lamp-light signaling that his older brother is still awake.

"os." son of a- mission failed.

oscar stops trying to sneak, clearly having been discovered.

"mo." he grumbles back.

he hears a barely audible sigh as his brother turns in his chair to face the doorway where he stood. morris' face seems even leaner and more gaunt with the lamplight illuminating only the sharp angles of it.

"oscar, where were you? you said youse would be back by nine, and i dunno if you noticed, but it's near half past midnight." morris says quietly. that's the worst thing. when someone is mad, but they don't yell, or shout, or hit. they have the quiet anger, the kind that turns into days of silence and avoidance in disappointment and disapproval.

oscar's stomach feels heavy thinking about morris being mad at him. he hated making morris mad, hated the silent days that followed, and the bandages around both of their fists from getting their anger out on the trolley strikers.

"s'not important, i'se sorry, okay? i'll-" oscar starts.

morris' hand slams flat on the table, making oscar jump. "you'll what, os? you'll do better next time? you'll keep track of time? like every other time you've promised me that?" he shuts his eyes, working his jaw.

oscar's insides flare up with anger, and he scoffs. "yeah, well, who died and made you king? last i checked, i'm grown now, and i don't got no curfew. i don't need you breathin down my neck, youse ain't my keeper." he spits, immediately regretting it at the hardening of morris' jaw. because that's the thing.

morris is oscar's keeper. has been since their father left them at the refuge.

"mo, i-" he tries. "oscar, go to bed. uncle weas wants us early tommorow." morris' voice sounds like steel, and hits oscar somehow harder than his dad's belt.

"morris, please, i'm sorry, i didn't-"

"go to bed, oscar." morris turns back to the papers oscar hadn't noticed on the table.

seeing the tired and tense slump of his brother's shoulders makes oscar's heart feel like someone squeezed it in a juicer. morris shouldn't have to work that hard to support the two of them, already working both the odd jobs they pick up and a near full time job at the factories, and whatever weasel happens to want them to do that unfortunate day. morris shouldn't be so spent at twenty four, when pulitzer and all the high and mighties get to live like emperors, never getting their perfectly soft hands dirty.

oscar shuts his eyes for a second, before turning back towards the hall. "g'night, mo." he says over his shoulder.

he doesn't get a response.

unedited, hope you enjoyed anon! wrote this in like twenty minutes lmao

love me some good delangst dunno bout you

[transfennecbuddy]

Currently stuck on listening to Cats music. I don't know if it's the furry in me or the animator in me, but I love watching the actors' tails move. Like I'll literally rewind the video so much that I'll be watching a 5 minute video for 30 minutes just cause I want to watch every actor's tail's movement from camera angle to camera angle. Not to mention that I'll listen to the music on repeat, and if at any moment I start paying attention to the video, I'll spend another half hour watching the tails again. ...I'm not sure if this is concerning or not.

On a related note, I finally got my mom to watch an hour long video breakdown of the music and plot of Cats the movie vs. Cats the musical. It's a wonderful victory. 😌