I feel like you would enjoy this.
Okay, there IS an explanation for this chalk monstrosity. My science teacher is very hands-on, and we were doing a unit on moles. We abbreviate them mol. (Me, being trash, immediately thought of the terrible Darth Mol jokes and tried not to start snickering in the middle of a silent classroom.) But there’s a lab project for this unit where we measure the amount of mols we use to draw something on a paper.
But it gets better. If it’s science-related, he HANGS IT ON THE WALL. Mine is on a wall. But its also the worst pun I’ve made in my life ever. :)1
Hey, I know it's been six months, but I just thought, given that guns are phallic in Sherlock, could it mean anything that s4 started with Mycroft altering things so no one knows the Sherlock fired John's 'gun'
*snorts* Hahaha Nonny I never really thought about it, to be honest hahah!
I honestly don’t think so at all, but let’s do a crack reading: Mycroft (the writer / Author God) has decided to rewrite the original story so that Sherlock (the canon / character) doesn’t fire off John’s gun (hiding the gay) and that Magnussen (homophobia; blackmailing of people who were gay) wasn’t defeated by Sherlock (essentially, evil had won). Sherlock is visibly upset (”That’s not what happened at all.”) but the writer has decided to keep the true story hidden (“It is now.”).
LOL Obviously looking too deep into it, but this is what you get from me when my brain is melting from the heat :p
Idk if you are accepting these but can you do an unromanced, but wanting to romance, companion reacting to making Sole laugh so hard that they snort for the first time in their presence.
I THINK I MESSED UP THE ROMANCE PART I’M SO SORRY! Oh well, at least
I’m back in the reaction swing! Thanks so much for the idea sweetums! Hope you guys enjoy!
By the way, Maxson’s reaction was inspired by a little comic
I found while bumbling about on tumblr, and I have searched through hell and
highwater to find it again but I can’t. So, if someone has the link to it please let
me know so I can edit this post and give the artist due credit. Thanks!
hated being cursed with the inability to censor himself. He felt the stupidity
of the words as they spewed out of his mouth.
“TUNNEL SNAKES RULE!”
And everything was quiet, except for the intermittent and
comical dripping of a wet stalactite. Oh no, now Sole was looking at him, and
that face! “Uh, I uh…” MacCready felt his face begin to burn something fierce,
then he heard… it. “BAHahahahah!
Ahahahhhaahaa! Ahahaha SNORT! OH
NO!” Both hands flew to Sole’s mouth, and they blushed. Now it was MacCready’s
turn to laugh. “HAHA! Oh gosh Sole! Ahaha! Ah…” He wiped at the corners of his
eyes for dramatic effect. Sole huffed and walked away. “Aw, Sole, don’t be that
way!” MacCready caught up to them and slung an arm around their shoulder. “If
I’m being completely honest, it was kinda cute.” He said cooly. Sole stopped to
look at him, and the mercenary realized what he just said. “Ehrm, so yeah!” He
quickly snapped his arm back to his side and coughed nervously into his other fist. Both nerds were now flushed to the
tips of their ears. Gah, you’re such a dingus Joseph, MacCready thought to
himself, but when he saw Sole absentmindedly grinning that cute smile of theirs,
he figured a little embarrassment was worth it.
Cait: “Hey lover,
is that a beer in yer pocket, or are ya just happy ta see me?” Cait playfully nudged
Sole’s arm with their elbow. Sole, in all honesty, laughed a little more than the
pick-up line had really warranted. “Ahahaha!” “C’mon Sole, it wasn’t that
funny.” Cait furrowed her eyebrows at Sole, honestly a little put off by the
excessive laughter, but then…”
“Hahaaha SNORT!” Cait’s
eyes widened at her friend. Her lips began to purse, and it was too late now.
She tried so hard to reign it in, she really did. “Mmmhmm… Mhhaahhh,
AHahahahahah SNORT ahahaha SNORT ergh! Sole! ahahaha SNORT.” Sole burst out in laughter
again at Cait’s uncontrollable snorting, and their combined guffawing sounded
like a thriving pig farm. Cait had gotten progressively redder in the face the
longer they both laughed; it was so embarrassing!
And it never seemed to end because as soon as one of them snorted the laughter
was renewed. “Ahaha! SNORT! Ah-I
fuckin- ahaha! Hate me- ahahah SNORT!
Laugh Sole! SNORT! I’m gonna kill you!” Sole took off before Cait
could do anything, and their laughter eventually faded into the distance.
X6-88: X6 had
preferences. He preferred the clinical lighting of the Institute to the
uncomfortable heat of the sun, he preferred the Institute’s penchant for
organization over the garbage heaps that littered the Commonwealth, and he most
definitely preferred the Institute’s meticulously squeaky tiles to the dog
feces he just stepped in. “Aw, shit.” He muttered calmly, but inside he could
feel irritation boil inside stomach.
“Heh, heheh,” It started out soft and breathy, as if Sole
was trying to hide their amusement from him. X6 turned his gaze to give them a
scathing look, but instead of getting Sole to shut up, they lost it completely.
“AHAHAHA!!!! OH-AHAHahah SNORT Ahaha
SNORT, oh no! SNORT!” Sole crinkled their brows and cupped their hands over their
offensive nose, trying to contain their stupidly loud snorting. X6 couldn’t
really stay angry with them now; instead, he offered to help them. Making a
pinching motion with his thumb and forefinger, X6 prowled towards Sole, “Here,
let me help you with that.”
Preston: Here it
was, the moment Sole and Preston waded through fifty laser tripwires for: the
treasure of Jamaica Plain. The minutemen practically shivered with the anticipation
of finding bedazzling mountains of gold and silver and jewels and… Is that “Glory,
Glory Hallelujah” playing? Sole thought. “Ha ha HA!” Preston buckled at his
waist with guffaws. “Oh man! This is
the treasure! That’s great! Ahahaha!” That laugh.
That laugh. So.
Precious. Sole smiled like a dork at Preston who quieted down when he noticed
them staring. “Uh, do I have something on my face?” That face! Too sweet! Sole
felt giddy laughter bubble up the back of their throat. “Heeeheheheheee! Hehehe
SNORT! Woah!” Preston flashed his
teeth, grinning widely at Sole’s snort. “General, I think the real treasure here is your laugh!”
Danse: Sole saw it
coming from a mile away. Danse had seemed preoccupied for most of the afternoon
with whatever was rolling around in his brain, accidentally kicking some debris
across the street here and there with the hulking foot of his power armor, but
now, “Danse watch out there’s a-“ FWOMP!
“log…”Danse’s foot had caught the
underside of a log and sent him falling like a plank of wood straight into the
dirt. For a minute Danse could only feel hot, searing shame steam roll his soul
as his face pressed into the grit of the road. Ugh, how could he make such a
fool of himself in front of Sole?
“Pfffftttt- HAHAHAhahaha!” Great, now they’re laughing at him. If only Danse could actually
move from this prone position. “Oh my gosh! D-Danse! Aaaaahhhahahaha SNORT!” The paladin jerked his head off
the ground. “Was that a snort soldier?”
He asked smugly. Embarrassed and irritated, Sole stomped away from the fallen
paladin, red-faced and steaming. As Sole’s footsteps faded away however, Danse realized
his mistake. “SOLE! Get back here! You can’t just leave me on the ground to
suffer! Sole! Come back here! I CANNOT GET UP! SOLE!”
thought she was his informant. He really did.And he guesses it would freak any little kid out if some creepy
bald guy with sunglasses sidled up to them to ask, “What’s goin’ on little
sister?” The poor kid screamed in Deacon’s face right in the middle of Diamond
City market. Where was Sole when he needed them? They were typically better at
diffusing the DC guards who were beginning to gather.
“Ahahaha!” Across the market, offering absolutely no help at
all, stood Sole with armfuls of clothes and ammo, laughing their butt off. Deacon
kept his cool, but felt his facial muscles twitch a bit underneath his skin. “Hey
there now, no need to get upset. See, I was just leavi-.” Slap! Deacon’s jaw went slack. The kid- That kid just smacked him!
Later that day, when things get really quiet, Deacon leaned up next to Sole’s ear, close enough to
touch their pinna with his lips, “SNORRRRRRT!”
Smack! “Hey, haven’t I been beaten
enough already today?”
Piper: “Oh Blue
look! Is that a motorcycle?” Piper’s eyes shone with excitement. “It… was.” Sole admitted, looking at the
crusty old skeleton of what was once indeed a motorcycle. “Hey, Blue, check it
out. Do I look like one of those old world posters when I do this?” Piper
hopped onto the seat side-saddle and crossed her legs. “Hot, right? I make this
look easy. Eh, Sole? W-Woah!” The motocycle tipped backwards as Piper switched
poses, and sent her and the hunk of metal crashing down onto the street.
Sole pressed their lips together, but ultimately could not
escape the inevitable, “Bahahahaha! Hahahah SNORT! Hahah SNORT! Haha!”
“Yeah yeah, Blue. Laugh it up, but just so you know, the headline of Publick Occurrences
next issue will be ‘Valut-Dweller. Part Human, Part Pig.’”
Curie: Oh, it was
juvenile. So juvenile. But Sole couldn’t help themselves as they painted some
of Piper’s borrowed *cough*stolen*cough*
printer ink onto the rims of Curie’s microscope lenses. Then, they waited.
Curie eventually wandered back into her make-shift lab after collecting the
ingredients she’d wanted. Ah, there she goes, putting down the beaker, turning
to the microscope, mounting a slide, three, two, one… “Zhe bacteria in zhis
sample are quite remarkable, wouldn’t you agree Sole?” Curie glanced up, two
inky black rings framing her blithely innocent eyes.
“Hehehe! Hahaha SNORT!
Ahahaehehe SNORT!” “Sole, what is so
funny? Microbiology is fun, yes, but perhaps not so hilarious? I am confused.”
Despite her questioning tone, Curie found her smile growing in increments with
each of Sole’s snorts until, “Heehee! Hehehee! Oh Sole, I cannot keep from
laughing when you are carrying on like zhis!” Soon Sole was doubled over,
holding onto Curie’s shoulder for support. Curie placed her hand on top of theirs,
and they stayed that way for a good while until Hancock came around asking them
for the recipe of whatever chem they just took.
Hancock: “Are you
sure that’s a good idea Hancock?” “C’mon pal, I’m experienced with this kinda
thing y’know. I’m pretty sure I know what I’m doing.” Sole still harbored some
lingering doubt as Hancock pressed the end of a jet canister into his nasal
cavity. Suddenly Sole felt the overpowering urge to jerk the inhaler away from
Hancock. Too late! He’d already triggered the puff. “AGH! Ugh! Oh man!” The jet
canister clattered to the floor before even fully ejecting the chem. “Are you
okay Hancock?” Sole worried over the suffering ghoul. “Yeah, yeah. Ugh. Okay,
so maybe that wasn’t the smartest thing I’ve ever done.”
“No kidding.” Sole agreed. Welp, now that they knew he was okay, “Ahahahahaha! Hahahaha SNORT!” “Heh, you take a puff too?”
Hancock teased. Sole covered their nose with their hands and glared over their knuckles
at Hancock. “Aw, don’t hide it doll face. It was charming, really.” Sole
blushed, but refused to uncover their nose to laugh again.
Nick: Sole and
Nick enjoyed flipping through the pages of a case Nick had been working on
lately as Nick’s cigarette slowly filled the stuffy office with a warm smoke. Then
Ellie happened. The door flung open- BANG! “NICK! I’M GETTING MARRIED!
AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!” “WHAT-ACK!” Nick shouted, forgetting he had a
cigarette in his mouth, well, now it was more in his throat. Ellie apparently
hadn’t noticed yet, still jumping up and down, screaming, and flailing her
hands around excitedly while Nick choked on his cig.
It all happened so suddenly that Sole’s first instinct
demanded them not to help poor Nick fish the burning stick out of his throat,
but to laugh. “HAhahaha! Oh m-my- Ahahaha SNORT!
Ahahah SNORT SNORT!” The
outrageousness of Sole’s snorting provoked Nick to laugh too, and the cigarette
lodged itself deeper into his circuits. “Ahaha, dammit Sole! Ahahaha! Help me!”
And so Sole did, but Nick had to admit, having
Sole’s fingers down his throat certainly made him feel a certain kind of way.
Maxson: CHC-CH! “GAH!”
Maxson glared at the toaster that yanked him from his thoughts, and with one
swift punch he launched it into the side of the Prydwen. Usually Maxson doesn’t
care who witnesses him assert his superiority, heck he hopes people see it, saves
him some time, but usually his displays of dominance are directed towards more…
sentient things. Now everyone in the small cafeteria was quiet as they focused their
eyes on him, Sole included. The elder felt the horror of what he just did rake
down his spine, and no, please, no: Please don’t let that be Sole laughing.”
“AHAHAhahahahahahahahaha-SNORT!” Another wave of silence washed over the diners as Sole
stole the limelight of embarrassment away from Maxson. Both Sole and the elder
caught each other’s stares and shared knowing looks. The two stood up from their
spots in matched rhythm and stalked out of the dining area. On the way out
Maxson turned to Sole, placing a heavy hand on their shoulder, “Well done
I'm seeing all these "Error and Ink would be enemies" things goin around and I'm just sitting here like "I bet they'd end up being unlikely friends. Yep. Yin and Yang goin on here. Opposites attract. They'd be besties for life."
//laughs at the stupid thoughts I’m having about them trying to get along for our sake but really they don’t give a shit, they’d start fighting anyway over anything//
Hello! Can you please do Victor, Yuuri, and yuris reaction to catching their usual calm and collected s/o raging while playing a video game? Good luck with the blog!
Oh goodness my first request! Sure darling, I hope you enjoy~! And thank you very much!
-Oh Viktor. -He admires his s/o’s calm atmosphere, he really does. He also finds it fun to challenge himself and fluster them as much as possible like a dweeb -So when he walks in the room, and sees his s/o red in the face as they throw down their controller, spewing profanities, he is S H 0 0 K -Since when were you capable of this amount of rage? -Next thing you know, Viktor’s cracking up -If you’re a fan of the Game Grumps, then just- look, you’re Arin in this situation -And Viktor is a very amused, practically wheezing Dan -Your swearing is hilarious “Oh my god, s/o, what the hell is a ‘shrivelled up skunk fucker’ anyway” -Plus red really is your color~ -But when you’ve had enough, Viktor slowly starts to pull you away from your game
-”It’s time you had a little breather, s/o, come on~”yeah right he just wants attention
-Now Yuuri is also shocked -Oh my god??? Please calm down babe, it’s a gAME -He laughs a little weakly, and gently sets the controller away -that cost money, sweetie, please don’t break it, it’s new -Yuuri offers to get you a drink to calm you down tbh -He’s a little unsure of how to approach the situation tbh?? Like, he’s always thought you’d have a level and cool approach to any problem, but this is -Hilariously different to what he assumed -Still, never assume because it makes an ass out of u and me -So Yuuri just pats your shoulder and hands you your drink and comforts you as you complain honestly he’s a bit scared to embrace you because you’re still Freshly Hulk so if you snap at him he will 100% back off and give you space until you approach him next
-”I was so close Yuuri. I was this fucking close.” -”I’m sure you were, sweetie.”
-YURI PLISTETSKY HAS B E E N THERE -Honestly, he’s not all THAT surprised tbh? Because who DOESN’T get angry when they were so fucking close -Not that this goes with any other situation amiright hahaha -anyway -He snorts at you because first he’s gotta tease you -”I didn’t know you could get to that shade, s/o~” -Yeah okay shut up asshole -Then he sits beside you and nudges you -Yuri aint no quitter and he’s definitely not gonna let you be one either -”Try again, let me judge.” -hoohoho OKAY mister cocky shit -So you try again, and you still lose, and to your surprise Yuri is right there with you yelling curses -So he holds out his hand and without thinking you hand him the controller -And he loses too -This goes on for about 3?? ish hours?? -Until finally Yuri is just fucking FED UP and saves, shuts off the console and drags you out the room to get a breath of fresh air because you both need it tbh
Ok, so it’s sns week apparently and I’m not sure if I’m doing any of this right but, well… I want to be part of this community and participate! So, I wrote this little thing…. Hopefully somebody sees it and enjoys it! And uh, Happy sns week :D
Naruto sighed, narrowing his eyes at the television screen,
as the game replayed his brutal death. He could not concentrate, not with
Sasuke just sitting there on his bed,
reading quietly. It was way too distracting! Really, nobody should look so pretty all the time. It just wasn’t
fair! How was anybody meant to get anything done? Naruto certainly couldn’t! It
was like lately anytime Sasuke was near Naruto could physically feel his brain
It was becoming a problem, actually. The past week was
filled with so many embarrassing moments for him. They replayed like the gag reel of his life, every night before
he fell asleep.
Like the other day at school; Naruto had been in the middle of one of his
many anecdotes, when Sasuke made eye
contact with him, and suddenly Naruto was stumbling all over his words and
mixing up the order of events, completely ruining his story and confusing his
audience. Sakura had given him a sympathetic shake of the shoulder as she
walked away, muttering something like ‘we’ve
all been there, Naruto…’
And Sasuke just shook his head, as though exasperated by his
best friends’ typical antics. Like there was anything typical about that. Naruto was an amazing storyteller,
There had been that time he was walking with Sasuke down the
school hall. The sun suddenly broke through the morning clouds and shone
perfectly through the high windows, illuminating Sasuke’s face. Sasuke had been
talking at the time. He turned slightly to face Naruto, a small smile on his
lips. Naruto could have sworn that his best friend was glowing. He was an angel,
nobody mortal looked like—and then sudden pain.
Naruto had walked face first into on open locker door, managing to give himself
a bloody nose.
Or that time at lunch, when Sasuke shifted next to him at
the table. His leg accidentally brushed against Naruto’s while Naruto was
mid-swallow. Suddenly the muscles in his throat rebelled, and Naruto choked so
hard he nearly made himself sick. He was coughing and red faced, spraying
half-chewed bits of food across the table, much to his other friends’ disgust.
And that was just the beginning. Hot waves of embarrassment rocked
him; just thinking about it gave him anxiety. Why, oh why, did he have to fall
in love with his best friend?!
“You’ve just died 36 times in a row,” Sasuke said helpfully behind
him. Naruto didn’t have to turn around to know what his friend looked like.
Lounged casually against the wooden headboard, the fancy hipster glasses he
wore for reading slipping low on his perfect nose, dark eyes sparkling with
amusement, smirk-that-was-actually-a-smile on his lips… No, Naruto didn’t have
to turn around to know that Sasuke looked way
Naruto groaned, flopped backwards on his messy bed and threw
an arm over his eyes.
“Does that mean you’re done playing now?” Sasuke asked,
closing the novel on his lap.
“No…” Naruto mumbled petulantly. Sasuke had followed him
home after school, claiming that he wouldn’t leave until Naruto finished his
homework. Instead, Naruto had turned on his Xbox.
Sasuke huffed. “What’s wrong with you? You’ve been acting
weird lately!” He nudged Naruto’s blonde head with his socked foot.
“Nothing,” Naruto sighed, sitting up. “Let’s work on bio
first.” He turned to give Sasuke what was hopefully a reassuring grin but he
saw, almost too late, Sasuke’s hand nearing his face. A shock had him almost
literally jumping out of his skin. As it was, he startled badly and fell
backwards off the bed, landing painfully on his back.
Sasuke leaned over the edge, smirking at his idiot friend. “You’re
such an idiot,” he said. He almost sounded affectionate.
“Shut up!” Naruto growled. Sasuke climbed off the bed and
offered a hand for Naruto. The blonde was suddenly and acutely aware that his
palms were sweaty, so he pretended he didn’t see the helpful hand and got to
his feet himself. He also pretended not to see the look on Sasuke’s face.
“We left our bags downstairs, let’s work down there,” Sasuke
“Right,” Naruto nodded distractedly. Damn, Sasuke looked
good in glasses.
As they descended the stairs, Naruto’s lowered gaze caught
the sight of his green and pink froggy-print boxer shorts, lying like a beacon
of embarrassment on the middle of a step. What!!
Naruto felt all the blood leave his face and his heart stutter erratically. How
long had those been there? Had Sasuke seen them already??? Oh god! Naruto panicked. He made to step in front of Sasuke, to
hopefully block his view and kick the shorts out of sight and behind them both—somehow, he had to!!—but he miscalculated
the step. Instead of achieving an impossible move, his foot got tangled in the
fabric and he slipped. His ass landed hard on the next step, and the one below
that, and all the steps after, until he was again collapsed on the carpeted
In one peaceful moment of clarity, Naruto watched the
offending boxer shorts fall from the sky to land perfectly on his blonde head. Silence
followed the chaos. Naruto thought, this
is it…. I’m actually going to die of embarrassment, any second now. Please.
The silence was broken by Sasuke choking on the laughter
that he desperately tried to hold back. He pressed a palm hard against his
mouth to hide the wide, face-splitting smile. But oh, looking at Naruto’s
miserable face, replaying the epic fall, the noises his blonde friend had made
as his ass hit each step, how the underwear—that
he had already seen when walking up the stairs before—had landed squarely
on Naruto’s head… It was too much. Sasuke laughed so hard his knees got weak.
He had to grip the handrail so he wouldn’t fall over.
One thing that everybody knew about Naruto was that he was
hilarious, without ever meaning to be. It was one of the things Sasuke loved
most about him.
Sasuke attempted to compose himself, but another glance at
his best friend had him cracking up again. He couldn’t remember the last time
he laughed so hard. His sides were aching, he couldn’t breathe, and then, mid
guffaw he just suddenly… snorted. And then he snorted again.
Naruto, who had been pouting at his friend while the other
laughed hysterically at his expense, perked up at the sound. Sasuke snorted
when he laughed?! That was incredible! It was pretty adorable, but also so
dorky and humanizing. Sasuke, the perfect, snorted
when he laughed.
Naruto began to crack up himself, pointing up at his friend.
“hahaha, you snorted!!”
“Shut up!” Sasuke said between laughs, wiping tears from the
corner of his eyes; another bubble of laughter, followed by another snort.
Naruto laughed harder. “You’re such a dork!”
“Says the guy with underwear on his head,” Sasuke retorted.
He finally had the laughter under control and was no longer making any more
embarrassing noises, but he couldn’t wipe away the cheek splitting grin, and
his knees still felt a bit wobbly. Naruto blushed, swiping the boxer shorts
from his head and throwing them at Sasuke.
When Sasuke offered his hand again,
Naruto gratefully accepted. They stood grinning at each other, each flushed and
happy. Just two dorks in love.
I had no idea how to end that!
I am still so painfully new to tumblr and only recently felt comfortable enough to post things so I hope this is alright.
Oh my gosh, the room would be so silent and they would just look at each other and make an entire conversation without a word then Sapphire would giggle at something ruby did (Said?) and the other gems would look at them in confusion while Steven just stares in awe with star eyes :3
Summary: Prom is coming up and Jude still doesn’t have a date. It’s their senior year, and Connor, realizing that Jude won’t go alone, turns down every offer he had for a date and instead hatches a plan to give his best friend the perfect prom night. And somewhere along the way, Connor begins to notice that the nature of his feelings for Jude might just be different than what he thought they were.
Idina avoided saying Jiffy Lube Live until almost the end of the night, when she couldn’t help herself anymore and then starting making jokes about the name of the venue. She made up a song about it, so here’s part of that and a couple of her jokes. She made herself laugh and actually snorted, hahaha.