sinesalvatorem:

cinder-ember:

During a high school production of Beauty and the Beast, where I was assistant costumer and assistant prop master, our director decided that we needed to spice up Gaston’s introduction. You know: in the movie, when Lefou runs in trying to catch the duck/goose that Gaston has just shot out of the sky?

Originally, the actors were going to stroll on stage with our Lefou hauling in the really neat (and real!) taxidermied deer head that we had found in a local thrift store. Now, two days before opening night, our director wants Lefou to run in from off stage and catch a stuffed duck that Gaston has just shot. This, of course, requires two things to work properly as a scene: a gunshot noise, and a stuffed duck.

The gunshot noise, we had covered. Blue-collar, redneck school? Guns a plenty to record. The stuffed duck? Harder than you might have thought to obtain.

Three hunting stores, two taxidermists, and one Pet Supply Store ™, I’d finally found a semi-realistic pheasant squeaky toy. What follows is an account of the ways this dog toy managed to be the nightmare prop of the six show run.

Opening Night: The stagehand, who was supposed to drop the bird from the ceiling catwalk, missed his cue and didn’t drop the it. Lefou’s actor rolls with it and does an excellent job of looking around foolishly before getting cuffed upside the head by Gaston. The stagehand then drops the bird squarely on Gaston’s head. Cue laughter.

Saturday Matinee: Different stagehand throws the bird instead of dropping it and beans Lefou directly in the face with the prop. Lefou falls over. Cue laughter.

Saturday Night: Bird is missing during curtain call. Director hauls the deer head down from it’s place on the tavern wall and tells Gaston and Lefou to revert to the old blocking i.e. no gunshot, no bird, just walk in with trophy. During Gaston and Lefou’s conversation, gun shot sound goes off and a stagehand throws the bird onto the stage…from the wrong side of the stage. Lefou and Gaston stare at it in awkward silence for a solid thirty seconds before Lefou makes off-script, subtle joke about Gaston’s gun going off late instead of early. Cue adults in the audience laughing.

Sunday Matinee: Director begs the stagehands to get the cue right at least once. Gunshot and bird prop go off without a hitch. Lefou accidentally catches the prop when it falls from the catwalk. He’s so startled that he caught it that Gaston runs right in to him. They drop both the gun and the bird props, and grab the wrong prop in their scramble. Gaston spends the rest of the scene gesturing dramatically with a stuffed pheasant, instead of a gun.

Sunday Night: Director is fed up with bird prop, decides that Lefou should just carry bird prop in after gunshot happens off stage. Lefou accidentally squeezes the prop during the intro conversation, startling both actors into silence with the squeaky toy noise – apparently, neither of them realized it was a dog toy.

Monday Elementary School Show: Lefou walks on stage with the bird. Accidentally drops the prop during conversation with Gaston. Gaston doesn’t notice the dropped prop and steps on it. Cue depressingly sad squeaky toy noise. Cue ten years olds laughing.

I think you meant The Best Prop.


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#Beauty and the Beast #anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog

postcardsfromgoat:

This airplane understands how important the right kind of food is for a proper adventure.  That’s why they’ve pre-processed, freeze-dried, and vacuum-sealed it before putting it in a box.  True adventure food must go through an adventure of its own!


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#anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog

sinesalvatorem:

Me: *bobs head in time with music*

Bro: You look like a bird. But twice as stupid. And probably high.

Me: Birbs are beautiful intelligent creatures!

Bro: ….

Me: What?

Bro: Nigga… Did you just say “birbs”?

Me: … Maybe.

Bro: That’s it. I quit. You were my last hope for sanity. I don’t want to be in this family any more. I’m going to call Scott Alexander and make him adopt me.

Me: … Scott’s ex-girlfriend is the one who started the birb thing.

Bro: OH MY GOD WHAT IS *WRONG* WITH YOU PEOPLE!?!?


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#anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #(the ex in question said in the replies to this post that they did *not* start it) #(but anyway)

bethosaurus:

sunslammerdown:

rockpapertheodore:

roachpatrol:

just-shower-thoughts:

What if aliens visited Earth during the Jurassic Period, found it to be occupied with a bunch of mean, giant lizards and thought “Well, fuck this planet” and never came back?

what if when humans went out into the galaxy all the aliens panicked because if the dinosaurs’ tiny fur snacks now had spaceships and laser blasters and interstellar colonies then what the fuck were the dinosaurs up to??? 

#important human policy: do not let any aliens know the dinosaurs are extinct#EVER

jurassic park movies as extremely important interstellar propaganda

This is probably the best post on Tumblr tbh it combines aliens, dinosaurs, space travel, evolution, and borderline absurd humor in one thing


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#anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #dinosaur #alien #story ideas I will never write

Shitty Summary of Brin-Bellway’s Blog

sinesalvatorem:

brin-bellway is a mean vacuum who murders CUTE SOUND BABIES OF CUTENESS because she’s EVIL! She’s almost as murderous as luminousalicorn. She also comes from a country which murdered a CUTE DEMON CORE in order to create a star. Basically, she’s a CUTE THING MURDERER! She’s probably a sofa that eats precious cinnamon rolls, too.

She is also known to hug and feed chocolate bars to cute chicks in tiny hats. This makes the chicks get fat. Like, really fat. brin-bellway is singlehandedly responsible for whale evolution. You didn’t know whales came from fat birbs, did you? Well Science, bitch!

Brin has been known to gossip about people from the distant past. She also stalks and takes pictures of poor, defenseless pollen grains. The pollen grains can’t escape – even across borders. Despite storing dozens of lethal weapons in improbable places, the TSA still thinks that she’s ‘mostly harmless’. That’s right – they call this cuteness-killing stalker harmless. This is the level of incompetence we have come to.

She is a certified Klingon counselor and dude-with-hair in the Silmarillion. She has battled many foes across many fandoms, spreading awful, awful humour in her wake. She’s totally the type of person who would think calling random things degenerate was funny. That’s degenerate.

Calling Random Shit Degenerate: Not Even Once.

Her degeneracy is so extreme that she’s worse than a floral print sofa. She’s a *fainting couch*. A fainting couch for wealthy robot ladies who think too much. She’s the type of couch who wants unambiguous minions of the chaotic efficient variety. They help her beat up the Mean Meanies that scare her Precious Robots.

But that isn’t degenerate enough *either!* We can go *deeper!* Brin is a hypno-fetishist asexual! Yes, asexual fetishist. Life is weird, OK? She wants to have non-sex sex with a pocket watch, or something. I don’t really know. I would educate myself about this, but ozymandias271 has permanently ruined education. Therefore, I will confidently say blatantly ignorant things, like a True Freedom Lover.

Trump 2016.

Follow her blog if you want to faint into a patch cute forget-me-nots, as they get murdered by a vacuum sofa.


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#anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #humour *and* stuff about me! today is a good day #(well okay technically it’s after midnight) #(I need to go to bed) #(also non-sex sex is the *best* kind of sex) #(accept no substitutes)

Shitty Summary of Sigmaleph’s Blog

sinesalvatorem:

sigmaleph is a sofa who is rumored to write things. Like all sofas, this one hovers above the ground and traverses the open planes of prehistoric earth. Why do they do this? Well, why does anyone do anything strange that you can’t understand? Because they hate freedom, of course.

When this sofa lazily ambles down the road, children and small woodland creatures flock to them. They are constantly mobbed by small birds attempting to make capitalism. But does Sigmaleph help them to make capitalism? No! They HATE cute little parasitic cowbird babies. HATE them. They hate all good, cute things. They once came across a Precious Cinnamon Roll, and they ATE it! Have they no SHAME???

They’re the type of pretentious bourgeois intellectual who corrects people’s Spanish and discusses why signaling isn’t really about signaling. Thus far, every pretentious intellectual I’ve summarised has either been a
Degenerate Cuckster or a Degenerate Cuckster Wannabe. Since correlation always = causation, this proves that Sigmaleph is degenerate. Then again, so is Tumblr is general, so w/e.

But if my hardcore Logic™ above didn’t convince you of their degeneracy, what about the fact that they read MLP fanfic, huh???? It is impossible to go anywhere near MLP without acquiring degenerate ideas like friendship being optimal. Yuck.

Friendship: Not Even Once

And, of course, even their friendships are degenerate. Take, for example, their association with flowery pretty gays like nihilsupernum. Sure, he’s an agenty, protagonisty gay, but that’s not the point! Given this Indisputable Evidence, it is safe to assume that Sigmaleph is a *floral print* sofa. Disgusting.

They are also a Utilitarian, which means that they’re Evil and Immoral. They would feed dust specks to a kid in Omlas’s basement. They think we should have never-ending babies until there’s no more world left! That’s why they gave birth to the president! Twice! Sofas giving birth is about as degenerate as it gets, TBH.

They have literally made a deal with devil in which they literally correct anyone who misuses the word “literally”. They also support devil-worship in a more general sense. Their blog is literally the triple point between atheism, molten statues of Satan, and grammatical pedantry.

Follow sigmaleph if you want all your furniture to float away and get knocked up by Satanists.


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#anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #just…just read all of these #they are amazing #read them in order they build off each other #(you’ll understand more of the jokes if you have a decent grasp on rationalist subcultural references) #(but I’m pretty sure they’re still funny without it)

Okay, but consider this…

amemait:

lullabyknell:

Modern fantasy creatures and people being exposed to new lifestyles and developing dreams and goals that don’t fit with their species or their culture in the slightest.

  • A dwarf who was born in a mine, grew up in a mine, and can count the number of times they’ve been surface-side on both hands. One of these times, they witnessed an airshow. They go home and tell their parents: “Mom, Dad, I want to be a pilot.” “What’s a pilot?” “We’ll, y’see…” And a brief explanation later… “YOU WANT TO DO WHAT? WHERE DID WE GO WRONG? DAMN IT, ROK, I TOLD YOU THAT THE SUN WOULD GO TO HIS HEAD. NOW HE THINKS HE CAN FUCKING FLY, THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!
  • An elf who has a deep interest in geology and underground exploration signs up for a dwarven digging mission. Shows up first day all long limbs and being seven feet tall, and has to become a 90 degree angle to get through the door. “Hey guys! Who’s ready to look at some rocks? Am I right? Well, it’s a tight fit, but I bet I can do it if I squeeze. Ooh, I know some great digging songs by the way.” The dwarves immediately try to find a way to fire the elf without being sued for racial discrimination. “I told you we should have been more careful about the ad.” “I put in it Gold and Gems Monthly, Brek, how was I to know elves read that kind of thing?” “OHMIGOSH, GUYS COME SEE WHAT I FOUND!” “Your turn, Nik.” “I swear to God, if it’s another goddamn stalagmite again…” 
  • A centaur whose herd migrates to a coast area and sees the ocean for the first time. “Greyhoof, I’m going to be a fisherman.” “What?” “I’m going to sail the seven seas; I want to be a sailor.” “Blackmane, you’re half horse, you can’t sail.” “I can learn.” “You can’t climb their weird ropes things. What would you even do on the ocean?” “It’s called rigging and I’d be a fisherman, obviously, like I told you.” “YOU’RE A CENTAUR, YOU CAN’T SAIL!” “YOU DON’T KNOW THAT. DON’T TRY AND DESTROY MY DREAMS, GREYHOOF, I CAN DO ANYTHING I SET MY MIND TO. I BELIEVE IN ME.”
  • A mermaid who gets really interested in those land mountains that touch the clouds and meets an extreme mountain-climber on the beach, then decides they’ve found their calling. “I’m going to be the first mermaid to climb Mount Everest.” “What? Bluefins, that’s ridiculous.” “No, no, I’m gonna do it.” “You can’t breathe air.” “I’ll bring a tank of water, like what the humans do with air when they dive.” “YOU DON’T HAVE LEGS.” “I know, that’s what’ll make me the first mermaid to do it. I’m going to have to work around that, but” “FOR FUCK’S SAKE, BLUEFINS. WE’RE TROPICAL.” “No, see, there are these human things called coats. I’ve got it all figured out. Look, I drew plans.” “WITH WHAT?”

This speaks to me today.


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#story ideas I will never write #anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #(‘Look I drew plans.’ ‘WITH WHAT?’)

responsible-reanimation:

argumate:

argumate:

The really despicable part is that now for the rest of my life I’m going to have to keep clarifying that when I say I want some minions to do my bidding, I mean in the traditional evil supervillain sense, not the yellow fire hydrant with eyes sense.

classidiot said: Just call them ‘followers’

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I’m waiting for a mod that can change the “Followers” tab to say “Sphere of Influence.”


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#anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog