You used to do these posts where you’d make a post and then reblog it with the punchline. I’ve been on tumblr since 2010 and really haven’t ever seen anyone master that format as well. But lately I haven’t seen that same kind of post from you. I’m not sure why, maybe you did too many hits with 5 figure likes/reblogs. I bet that gets annoying.
Maybe you could do a side blog with them? I miss those jokes and you doing that format with them so much.
My reaction to them has ranged from sensible chuckle to, “omg I am going to choke to death laughing in my room and no one will understand what happened - but she say the thing, and then REBLOG THE OTHER THING LOL”
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I'll tell ya babe it's definitely not because I have "too many 5 figure hits".... in fact I'll say I have very few posts that are "hits" like that, and the ones that are big in that way are actually really disappointing to me. The things I post that I genuinely think are funny usually don't get more than like 6 notes, and all my "big" posts are actually dumb/silly stuff to me....... It's a weird dynamic I think.
I typically don't post with any kind of joke format in mind, though. 99% of the time my posts are sort of "stream of consciousness"-style, and if it happens to be funny to others, that's great! But it's a coincidence. My blog is definitely more of a personal, public journal than anything I'm doing for attention specifically.
This is cute though, and very sweet! I do like to make people laugh, if I can naturally. Little known fact about me: When I was very young (6 years old, ish), I bought a joke book from a local bookstore with my allowance money, and I put a lot of time and effort into learning and memorizing the jokes in it because I learned very early on that I love to make people laugh! The first thing I ever remember wanting to be when I grew up was a comedian. Those dreams died very quickly, though, as I got older and realized I couldn't make a career out of making my mom's friends laugh and I'd actually have to perform in front of strangers as a comedian. Big scary!
I'm glad I've given you some laughs over the years. It's encouraging that someone out there thinks I'm funny :)
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Cuteness with Yan! Alastor... Imagine Alastor drinking too much and getting drunk with the reader (the reader hates Alastor, because he is always irritating you)... Well, what no one expected is that Alastor was drunk and drunk reader with these are being cute with each other, as if they were a couple (something they are not).. Well now reader is in her bed with drunk alastor by her side, while reader caresses his ears (it wasn't because a drunk Alastor threatened the reader not to leave him and that she had to cuddle him).. Imagine the two of them waking up the next day in each other's arms, it would be funny
WHISKEY ON ICE, SUNSET AND VINE
— alastor sucks. he sucks even more when he’s drunk cause he acts so weird.
— i drank likeee 6 shots n a beer tday! i wanted more but my friends cut me off thats sucks fam i also kinda puked a bit after i swam
after the battle against heaven, lucifer helped make the hotel much more grander than it ever was; magnificent rooms, beautiful decor— it was like a heaven in hell.
and to celebrate the rebuilding, what better than a few drinks?
as you uncapped another beer, alastor caught your eye— swishing the whiskey in his glass as he talks with niffty. that remaining smile on his face as annoying as ever.
taking a huge chug of your beer, the sour taste lingering on your breath as you glare at him. quite obviously, to add.
“my dear, is something the matter..?” alastor asked, smile seeming strained from his confusion. “shut up, bitch” you huffed and walked away, sitting onto the sofa with angel, leaning your head on his shoulder.
“what’s wrong, toots? ‘ya had too much already? party’s just started like 25 minutes ago…” angel laughed. “noooo… ‘m just a little sleepyyyy…” you whined, gagging slightly at the vomit that threatens to come out.
you take another sip of your beer, settling onto angel’s shoulder properly before your eyes slowly shut.
angel had let you rest for the majority of the party. that is until cherri dared him into doing something for money, something he couldn’t resist.
“yo, smiles! sit in my spot for a bit, will ‘ya?” angel called out to alastor; quite intoxicated already, but not quite showing it. “hmm..? alright then” alastor nodded, taking angel’s spot.
as soon as alastor sat down, you clung back onto him, as if you thought alastor was angel. a little hiccup came from you as you settled your head in his chest.
alastor— taking the opportunity to be close with you, since you had a particular distaste for him, decided to bring you in closer. he had wrapped an arm around you, pulling you onto his lap, close enough to rest his head on your’s.
“‘m sleepy… you… smell super nice” you sighed, bringing some of alastor’s coat closer to your face, breathing in the scent. “mmh… why, thank you, my dear…” he grinned, the static in his voice making his thanks sound disingenuous. “come now, let’s get you to bed.” he laughed as he carried you to your room.
as alastor dropped you on the bed, he fell down with you. “go nowww… small bed, y’know?” you pushed alastor away, settling into your bed. alastor was, unfortunately though, stronger than you. he was able to keep still despite your pushing. “don’t act like that, dear. just sleep on top of me, we’ll fit.” he said, pulling you onto his chest and laying a hand on your head.
as you dozed off again, your hands reached to touch alastor’s fuzzy ears. under your touch, alastor hummed, quite comforted by your warm palm.
you yawned out, covering your mouth as the scent of alcohol reeks from you. alastor laughed at how adorable you seem as he pats your back. “go to bed already. i’m quite sure we— or at least you’ll be hungover tomorrow.”
unbeknownst to the two of you, charlie and angel had gone searching for the two of you. “ahh, where could those two have gone..? and more importantly— how did no one see them leave?!” charlie frowned as she checked the rooms in the hotel.
“calm down, charlie… alastor’s an overlord, rememba’? he could totally protect s/o. there’s really no need to worry…” angel told charlie, comforting her.
“oh, they’re in here!” charlie yelled out as she opened the door to your room. “aww… they’re cuddling! so cute…” charlie cooed at the sight. “ahh, sure…” angel hesitantly agreed.
“c’mon, let’s leave them alone. wouldn’t wanna wake them up…” charlie beckons angel to leave as she quietly closes the door, leaving to return to the party. “tch, can’t wait to see if someone’s getting murdered tomorrow…” angel sarcastically mumbled to himself.
the next morning, you woke up. curtains still closed the way you left it when you settled in, and one pounding headache.
your head reeled as your vision blurred, losing your sense of balance as you rolled off alastor’s chest. wait— alastor’s chest..?
you slapped him awake as you yelled at him. “what the fuck are you doing in my bed?!” you scowled. “hm? ah… i believe we were both drunk, nothing happened, i’m quite sure.” alastor assured you.
“i’m not worried about that, fucker! why the fuck were you being all cuddly?!” you frowned, pushing him out the room. “my dear, i believe it was you who kept touching my ears.” he smugly reminded you. “urgh, get. OUT!” you enunciated as you slammed your door shut.
“alastor!” charlie waved her hand out as she ran towards him. “sooo, i saw you and s/o last nightttt… did you two figure out your differences and become friends now??” charlie asked excitedly. “ah, unfortunately not, dear.” alastor’s eyebrows furrowing with annoyance.
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