#inside out parody

[juanasfanart]

soooo, remember that one inside out parody ?

#inside out #io #joy #sadness #inside out joy #inside out sadness #disney #pixar #disney pixar #parody #inside out parody #outside in #bright colors warning #lmfao #lmao #hi #idk #what #inside out fanart #inside out fandom #inside out art #fanart #fanart for u

[luck-of-the-drawings]

two wrongs WILL make a right! ive got another lease on life, and im using it well, who cares if this is all fucked up cause we're all GOING TO HELL! IM JUST WILLIAM WHO SHOULD BE DEAD, HAD TO FOLLOW THE THREAD, thought he was just chillin! now he is a villain! HES ALWAYS SUCH A BUMMER, HE WANTS TO TRUST HIS BROTHER WILLIAM IN A HALLWAY BY HIMSEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

#jrwi fanart #jrwi show #jrwi prime defenders #jrwi pd spoilers #william wisp #RRAAHHHHGH I KNOW THEIR LIL PARODY OF MICHEAL IN A BATHROOM OR WHATEV WAS SLIGHTLY COMEDIC. LIKE WIWI IN A HALLWAY #HAHAAA HIS NAME IS WIWI ISNT THAT FUNNY. ISNT THAT FUCKIN FUNNY. AND YYYEEEEEEEEEEETTTTT!!! #WILLIAM IS SO FUCKIN SAD DUDE... ESPECIALLY DURING THE GRAYSCALE ARC. HE REALLY THINKS HES BETTER OFF DEAD. #HIS FIRST DEATH WAS AN ACCIDENT! AND THEN HE WAS SADDLED WITH ALL SORTS OF POWERS AND RESPONSIBILITY HE DIDNT FUCKIN WAANT #AND IT TURNS OUT HES STILL DEAD! HIS BODY IS ROTTING AND FALLING APART AS WE SPEAK!! THATS SO FUCKING SCARY!!! #BUT THEN. OOOHH BUT THEN HIS WONDERFUL FRIEND DAKOTA TELLS HIM. ILL GIVE YOU MY HEART SO YOU CAN LIVE AGAIN. AND IT WORKS!!! #WILLIAM ACCEPTS LIFE AND REJECTS THE WISP POWERS AND FEELS SO SO THANKFUL TO HIS WONDERFUL BEST FRIEND DAKOTA. #A DEBT TO REPAY EVEN IF DAKOTA WILL NEVER CASH IN ON IT. HES JUST A PERFECT HERO LIKE THAT.. BUT WILLIAM.. OHH ROTTING LIL WILLIAM.. #EVEN WITH NEW BLOOD RUNNING THROUGH HIM HES STILL DEAD INSIDE. HES STILL USELESS. POWERLESS. SELFISH AND IMPULSIVE AND STUPID AND JUST. #NOT A HERO. WHICH IS FINE! IF ONLY HE WAS A GOOD ENOUGH PERSON TO RETURN THE FAVOR TO DAKOTA THOUGH. BUT HES NOT. HE DOESNT THINK SO. #WILIAM REALLY BELIEVES THAT HE IS FORSAKING EVERY GIFT OF LIFE HE HAS BEEN GIVEN. HE THINKS HE SHOULD BE DEAD BUT HES TOO SCARED TO DIE #JUST FAR TOO SCARED.. OF EVERYTHING.... WHICH IS EXACTLY WHAT BRINGS US HERE. I GUESS THE GOOD NEWS IS THEYLL FORGET. #HE JUST WANTED TO TRUST HIS BROTHER. HE WANTED TO HAVE A BROTHER AND FIX THE RELATIONSHIP WITH HIM AND HONESTLY? #I THINK I WOULD DO THE SAME THING IN HIS SITUATION. MAYBE USE MY WORDS BETTER BUT YKNOW. THATS HIS BROTHER!!! #OKAy okay william makes me sooo EMOTIONAL but now ill mention the ART #THIS WAS Aboutthe time i actually figured out how to draw the white streak in williams hair. IT PISSED ME OFF SO MUCH ORIGINALLY but imPROU #AND THE SHARP SPIRALS!! I LOVE THE SHARP SPIRALS. I LOVE DRAWING HIS HAIR JUST IN GENERAL... I JUS LOVE DRAWIN WIWI... #OHH And xavior... poor xavior... theyre still looking for cantrip arent they? they have no idea where she is..and DAVID YOU BIIITCH #david bell is such a good fucking antagonist. he COMPLETELY believes himself to be in the right and bizly plays him SO WELLL!! #BECAUSE HES SMART!! AND SMART PEOPLE CAN LOGIC THEIR WAY THROUGH ANYTHING! THATS WHY SMART PPL FALL INTO CULTS TOO! #BC A SMART PERSON CAN FIND A GOOD WAY TO JUSTIFY ALMOST ANYTHING TO THEMSELF. DAVID IS SMART AND THATS SCAARRYYYY... #IM So excited to see the consequences of williams actions carry on into season 3. i hope they contact allen and exavior and do. idk. someth

[for-the-love-of-javert]

“My life is inside out, our house is upside down!”

Bloody decorators coming tomorrow, our house looks like a fucking storage unit.

#les mis #les miserables #quote parody #javert #inspector javert #my life is inside out our house is upside down #house is being decorated tomorrow

[liviusofpella]

A BIT OF A PERSONAL RANT UNDER THE CUT BECAUSE THIS IS FUCKING RIDICULOUS, WHAT PB'S BEEN DOING FOR A WHILE:

the way the quality and diversity of their books just disappeared should be studied, it's ridiculous what this app has become. the description of each new story sounds literally the same, just in different words, and the execution of those stories is simply pathetic. i wonder if the group of players who enjoy those stories is that big and that influential that they decided to lean into their demands? cause most of the tumblr fandom keeps criticising every aspect of their new stories and from what i've seen in insta comments people start complaining as well. so who enjoys those stories and pays for the vip and diamonds? which by the way is a rip-off for the quality they provide. the characters are bland, the plot predictable, the reusing of characters, backgrounds and music is irksome, MCs have an entire big round zero of personality, everyone is always happy and all sunshines and rainbows to the point of barfing. pb literally never listens to their players. their representation of minorities is pathetic, and don't get me started on the genderlocking. main characters are either helpless women who have tons of friends to help them in everything and are at the same time the most influential and hottest people on earth OR a strong, empowered woman, the epitome of girl power who does nothing to show that except for barking out pathetic "owns" which are supposed to end a misogynist's entire life, i suppose. all MCs are coded as cis white women, the race or gender do not matter. i suppose that's pb's way of catering to the readers' demands. pb KNOWS how to make great stories and has the resources, so what is it? are they that lazy and cheap? did they take their readers for granted waay to much? perhaps if they didn't assume that every story has to have romance as the most important part, their stories would've been much more interesting. i'm sorry, but at this point many of the readers' fanfics are much much better in terms of quality. i haven't been able to get past chapter one of any of the new stories for a hot minute now because they're so not engaging and bland.

#yeah well it turned out way longer than i expected but whatever #choices became a parody is all i wanted to say basically #pixelberry studios #pixelberry choices #choices insiders #choices stories you play #playchoices #playchoicesgame

[violetrose-art]

Maleficent: *sarcastically* That worked.

Hades: Well, what would you do?

Maleficent: I'd tell you... but you're too dumb to understand.

Hades: ...WHAT?

Maleficent: Of course your tiny brain is confused. I guess I'll just have to dumb it down to your level, mister. Sorry I don't speak "moron" as well as you, but let me try. Duuuuh!

Hades: *screams in anger* *breathes heavily and glares at Maleficent* Rude.

Maleficent: *quickly and nervously* I only said that so you would get mad enough to burn down the locked door.

Hades: ...Oh. Well... never do that again.

Maleficent: You got it. *grins nervously*

#Hades #Maleficent #Hadeficent #Hades x Maleficent #Maleficent x Hades #Argument #Descendants #Kristin Chenoweth #Cheyenne Jackson #Inside Out #Parody

[spocks-kaathyra]

when the weed starts tasting like the realization that I'm still deeply lonely and I'll never be loved how I need and it's selfish of me to even want it

#I'm kind of such a pathetic person jesus christ #maybe I'm in love with him. maybe I'm just deeply lonely #either way jesus christttt grow up get over it oh my god #kind of is it abnormal to feel like I've slept through the past multiple months of my life #and wake up realizing there's a hole in my chest that can never be filled and a crack in my head that can never be mended #hole in chest = deep wrenching desire for connection. crack in head = inability to keep up with my daily life #god I'm so whiny literally get over it is it ever that serious. oh elliott. is it ever really that bad. #thinking abt that time I thought that if I drank enough I could be uninhibited enough to ask for physical affection #and then spent 3 hrs throwing up. erm. not my proudest moment #kind of need to get so fucked up I get taken care of again. kind of need to be cradled in someone's arms #<- most annoying person on the planet oh my god. I hate u ppl who yearn online literally grow uppp u sound pathetic #need someone to study me. need someone to know me inside and out. need someone to be interested in hearing every thought I've ever had #need to be treated like god's specialest little princess. need to be someone's hyperfixation. #okay I've reached self-parody levels. it's bedtime #narcissus's echoes #vent

[tiddie-taylor]

Joy got a little too silly 😜

#tw bl0od #shes such a silly Billy 🤭 #shes so goofy #inside out #inside out joy #joy inside out #inside out fandom #parody

[standupcomedyhistorian]

Hi, everyone!

I'm sick in bed today with a cold, so I have been working on my next project.

I will be posting an EXCLUSIVE interview with the creator of the phenomenal Bo Burnham Inside parody called INSIDER—and it will be published on my website on Monday to celebrate Bo's 33rd birthday! 🥳

That's right, if you've been curious about how Insider was created and what Dylan Case had to do to complete his special (answer: a HELL of a lot haha), please stay tuned for that informative and delightful interview on August 21st!

Here's one fun fact about Dylan that really piqued my interest:

He has seen Bo perform live at the Largo in LA! 🤯

What a lucky duck.

Anyway, that's my news for now, and keep it here for more comedy fun! ✌🏼🐔

#bo burnham #inside bo burnham #bo burnham inside #standupcomedyhistorian #youtube #bo burnham parody #insider #dylan case #I've seen Bo four times in person #but I have NEVER seen him perform #only direct #so he's usually stressed out and exhausted #bo's turning 33 #bo burnham birthday

[biancabelairs]

would love it if mox promos stopped sounding either like the most try-hard tough guy bullshit or like annoying ass smarks arguing on twitter

#around the time he cut that promo about his kid holding his finger and through the bryan match at revolution i was so into his promos too #now it all just feels like he's parodying himself with the i'm sooooo tough i'm sooooo crazy you don't even knowwwwww [blades] act #aew in general has leaned too much on the wink wink nudge nudge this is all fake except for when it's a shoot thing lately #it's getting annoying like whether it's inside baseball brawl out references #or the whole 'all those guys are play fighting. not me though i'm the only real wrestler in the world' thing #it just completely takes me out of suspending my disbelief when every episode someone's breaking the fourth wall #aew #text post

[thereisonlymaul]

Maul has taken over my brain again. What did I do to deserve this.

Kit: -chilling-

Thrawn: -probably studying art-

Hondo: -getting drunk and telling funny stories… some of which MIGHT be true-

Maul: PAY ATTENTION TO MEEeeeEeeeEeeEEEEE!!!!!

#|| out of control || { ooc } #|| hello darkness my old friend || { crack / parody / dash commentary } #// This is the inside of my head.

[vincethefloridaman101]

#inside out #parody

[x-for-a-y]

people think the reason the tourney scene is inaccessible is strange tourney concepts, slightly weird rpf, inside jokes, crossover incongruity, or some other thing. but you know what really puts off the outsiders? all the bizarre fucking recurring musicians from years ago the rest of the world has moved on from & rap battles and shit

#this post is mostly not a joke a major thing that curbed my interest in the broader scene for a long while #was use of rap battles/other video game (etc) parody songs. those specifically bug me #and fucking rwj also keeps showing up in tourneys. his music regardless if he's directly repped #& bo burnham. & porter robinson. & omori music. & others you can probably think of #not even Just the ''had a good showing in at least one tourney #or fits under a popular genre/flavor source or was just one person's fave'' #music that doesn't seem to have real Reason for staying around except that people maybe found it funny but unironic enjoyment's common too #and the injokes. they're part of this too. i can't imagine being introduced to tourneys #through tpt & seeing opila bird & fortnite ''ninja'' & whatnot #or prizm and. well. i think everything to do with the figments? maybe that's not inside joke territory really. how about most of the game #it's not mwm's damn fault it's one of the most accessible tournaments out there it's the way every other tournament keeps stewing #. this maybe should've been two posts

[astro-b-o-y-d]

Picking up my rewatch of ProZD’s DR1 playthrough and God I miss Leon 😔

#Hayley Speaks #Doesn't help that I'm on chapter 2; which is easily the worst chapter in the first game #At least SDR2 waited until chapter 3 to give us the worst one #And I know I'm gonna lose more of my kids here #It really sucks bc I LOVE the cast of DR1 so much but I'm reluctantly starting to agree with the folks who say the second game is better #I can barely get through the first again whereas I've watched a playthrough for the second several times now #It SUCKS because I actually really love the overall setup/characters/setting of the first way more #Being trapped inside a school with no way out is far more unnerving than a happy sunshine tropical island #...Which was probably the point because of the themes in SDR2 #But STILL!! #Everything about DR1 is so good except the story and also the parts that are just terrible #Anyway I'm gonna steal the idea for the DR parody chapter in Triangulum and I'm gonna do it SOME justice #Also if you squint at my cast; you can SO easily tell that the majority of them are based on DR1 characters gkjdkh

[bloomingdog]

Captain Honeybun

John Price, Captain John Price, is a big guy, he’s hairy, he smells like tobacco, he’s the captain of a military task force, he’s a grump. He’s all of those, and he’s also your honeybun. That’s the sickly sweet nickname you’ve given him, and he loves every part of it.

He laughed the first time you called him that, but only a little.

“Why are you laughing?” You’re fully in your right to ask.

“That’s a silly name, my love.”

And it is, it very much is. It’s silly and borderline ridiculous, and yet he lights up when you call him that. It’s an antonym to his call sign.

“Honeybun?” You call as you get home to try and locate him.

“In here!” It’s a saccharine parody of Marco-Polo the way that name works.

You’re able to find him inside the bathroom with the door ajar, dressed in only a towel and tending to his beard, he thought he’d have time to shower before you got home. You reach up for a peck, it smells of beard oil. He looks cute in a way, you can’t help but give him a hug and nuzzle your head against his chest.

“My baby.” It comes out muffled. John laughs, he’s anything but a baby.

He’s forgotten his name, truly.

“John!” 

He’s turning his head to the sound the moment you raise your voice.

“I’ve been calling you.” You explain.

“‘S not my name.” Is his excuse before getting up from the couch to where you are.

“It’s not?” A mischievous look grows on your face. He shakes his head no. “What is it then?”

“Honeybun.” It comes out as almost a whisper, a secret code only you should know. There’s a big smile on your face that prefaces a laugh. He feels like a teenager, head over heels and much too sweet.

He’d endure torture to make sure nobody knew about the nickname, however, the control he has over himself and the training he's received are lacking when it comes to technology. He’s holding his phone up for Ghost to read an e-mail, it’s customary, sent to the entire base, but Ghost didn’t receive it for whatever reason. And that’s when it pops up, the bubble of a notification from the top of the screen, Ghost can’t help but to switch his attention to it: “Hi honey bun! What time are you gonna be home? :-)” he can’t also help the chortle that comes out of him. And Captain John Price is mortified.

“Are you done reading?” He’s evading the elephant in the room.

“Yes sir, thank you.” And he thanks every God there could possibly be for the fact that the lieutenant also chose to ignore it. He relaxes a little as Ghost starts leaving. “No worries I won’t tell, honeybun.” 

His face is red, whether from anger or embarrassment he’s not sure, and yet he's grateful it wasn't MacTavish.

#HEEHEEHEEHEE #im also writing smth for soappppppp #so apparently im writing for cod now #john price x y/n #john price x reader #john price #john price fanfiction #cod fanfic #cod mw2 fanfic #cod x reader

[wilwheaton]

fuck you pat robertson

Pat Robertson walks past thousands of souls, smugly and full of pride, and cuts to the front of the line at the velvet rope in outside the entrance to his version of Heaven.

The bouncer looks up from their clipboard, observing Robertson with thousands of eyes in a swirling cascade of light.

"Pat Robertson," they say. "We've been expecting you."

Pat Robertson silently congratulates himself. He swells with joy. All those people who died from AIDS, natural disasters, even 9/11 ... they all deserved it. They were sinners!

The bouncer speaks into their headset. "He's here." They listen. "Yep. At the front of the line."

The bouncer turns most of its gaze back to Pat Robertson. "Just wait here for one moment, please."

Pat Robertson steps to one side and waits.

After one thousand years, he begins to wonder if there was a miscommunication.

"Excuse me," he says to the bouncer, "I am Pat --"

"Robertson. Yes. We know. We're just getting everything in order for you. It will just be one more moment."

Tens of thousands of victims of gun violence walk past him and enter Heaven. The population of an entire village, lost in a typhoon that was intensified by climate change, is welcomed. And still he waits.

They file past him, all the people he looked down on. All the people he hurt, directly and indirectly, don't even notice him as they pass. It's like he isn't even there.

Another thousand years pass. Pat Robertson realizes he hasn't had a thing to eat since he died and he is so very hungry.

"Hey!" He shouts at the bouncer. "What's the problem? Don't you know who I am?"

The bouncer rolls half a million eyes at once. "We know exactly who you are."

"Well, alright, then!" Pat Robertson spits out, exasperated, "if you aren't going to help me, get someone here who will!"

The bouncer speaks into its headset again. "We're ready."

A gibbering mass of what is mostly human flesh -- or was, once -- slithers / rolls / flops into Pat Robertson's view. It is covered with mouths that bleed and weep and click their teeth together. Enormous open sores swirl and burst and close and reopen and drip pus and viscera across blistering skin. The faint memory of a smell surrounds it, something like very old cigar smoke and very expensive liquor.

Pat Robertson tries to scream. Arm-like stalks extend from the quivering shape. One resembles a hand at the end of an arm, dripping viscera.

In a flash, it grabs Pat Robertson's hand and shakes it. Something hot and acidic splashes up on his arm, blinds him in one eye. He feels weak. Afraid. Alone. Confused.

Hundreds of mouths try to speak. Dozens of them vomit acrid bile that splashes across his chest. Dozens more silently spit out the lies they've been cursed to repeat for eternity to an audience who will never hear them again.

One mouth speaks clearly. So clearly, it's inside Pat Robertson's head and everywhere else all at once. "I'm Rush Limbaugh," it says. "I'm your new roommate. Come with me."

And that's when Pat Robertson knows. That's when it all hits him, all at once. He's getting everything he deserves.

The line to get into Heaven does not see or hear or notice him, or the Limbeast. They can't hurt anyone, anymore.

The cancerous mass of hate wraps its arm around his shoulder and just like that Pat Robertson finds himself in a vast parody of a cathedral. It's built of bones and flesh and lies. The walls writhe, and he sees that they are not bricks and lathe but bodies wrapped in confederate flags and wearing red hats.

The pews are filled to capacity with the souls of people who followed him in life, hated who he told them to hate. Only their hate is now focused on him, hot and unforgiving. Relentless.

Pat Robertson looks for his companion, but it has vanished. It has left him alone to suffer.

A sermon rises in his chest and pushes against his throat. Pat Robertson is compelled to speak, and as he does each word tears through him like broken glass. He spews his hate and his lies, just as he did in life. Only in this place, he doesn't feel the glee and the satisfaction he always did. No, he feels the pain and the suffering and the agony of every human being who he deliberately hurt. He. Feels. All. Of. It. He tries to stop speaking. Of course, he can not. He can not ever stop.

And Pat Robertson's eternity begins.

[onelittlespiral]

How about a jock twinning tf?👀

Looking alike, talking alike, then thinking alike

FML: Match

He never really stood a chance. The moment he walked into our new apartment together his days were numbered. No guy, and I mean no guy, can resist me for long. How could they, when it just feels so good to be me. He tried though. That first week he was a real prick. He would complain about my stuff everywhere, scoff at my friends, and try to cover up my scent. But 24/7 with me around starts to have an effect. I caught him picking up my stuff and stealing a quick sniff before throwing it in my room. The candles sat abandoned in his room. A pair of my boxers went missing. I finally caught him on week three. He was sitting, zoned out in the living room. It’s always so cute the first time they try to embrace it. Sprawled out on the floor, my boxers loose around his legs, hat backwards on his head. He already had a little beard going.

He didn’t even bother getting up when I came in. He was lost in the scent of me, and his body was trying everything to become what it was not.

“Get up!” His body came to as he snapped to attention. He tried making excuses, his face was a mix of confusion and horror at what he was wearing.

“I am so sorry, I have no idea… what’s happening? What are you doing to me?!?”

“I’m just living it up bro, you’re the one sitting in my underwear. You trying to be all of this?” I flexed my biceps in front of him, watching his body begin to pulsate. “Just flex bro. Let it out, let me out.” His arms curled and posed, copying my form. His forearms exploded with muscle, as he began to shout:

“No, please, let me go.”

“You can leave at any time, you just have to want to.” I struck another pose, popping my pecs and flexing my abs. He moved in unison with me, his stomach sucking in as abs pushed out. Pecs punched out of his chest with force as his torso stretched to copy mine.

“Please… I don’t want this. Why- how are you doing this?”

“It’s easy little bro,” I sat into a deep squat. His eyes rolled back in his head as his lower body erupted. Muscle tore through him, filling out calfs, thighs, and ass all at once. “I’m what every guys wants, what everyone craves to be. My scent, my hormones, my whole aura has been filling you for weeks. I’ve been inside. You’ve just got to let me out. Now,” I stood back up, his body parodying along like a puppet. His body was ready, even when his mind was not, “FLEX.” I hit a double-bicep pose.

“Ah…AuGH-AHHHGAUH!”

I was let loose from inside him.

It was like looking in a mirror. Fuck, I’m a stud. He was spacing out:

“Bro… no, fuck. Why, why do I sound like that?”

“You’re getting the full package little bro. You are going to look, sound, smell, think, and fuck just like me. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

He shuddered in response. Immediately his cock began swelling, snaking down his leg. His mind was saying no but his body was saying yes. By now his balls were pumping him full of my hormones, invading his mind and filling him with my horny thoughts. Hands gripped his cock as he began jerking off in front of me, speeding up his transformation. Drool dripped from his open mouth and rolled down his chest.

“No, please. Why-why does it… feel…so…goooood? Hu-ungh-uhhhHHHh…”

He was riding the waves of pleasure as they engulfed his brain. He never stood a chance against me, but it was still so hot to watch him submit to his fate. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over him, and slowly I watched the lights go out upstairs. He was just like me now. No, better. He was me now. It was time. I walked up and pulled his hands from his cock, and replaced them with mine. I furiously began jacking him off as his brain short circuited and he just writhed in pleasure.

“Ha-hahu-ugh-huhuhuhuuuu-uHH-“

I leaned in, and planted one kiss on his sweaty brow and commanded:

“Now CUM.”

Instantly he let loose, hitting the back wall. It covered my hands, just adding to the lubrication as I finished him off. Rope after rope flew across the room, until he was shooting blanks still thrusting against my hands. He slowly slumped to the floor

“How you feeling bro?” I asked him

“Huuuuuuh…fuck bro I’m spent. You’re a god. How do you manage to get that much out of me every time?”

I chucked a bit. “I know all the right buttons to push bro. I just do what I would do to me.”

“God, I’m not gonna be horny for a week”

“Pfft, knowing you? I give it an hour.”

“God we’re so hot bro…”

The comment caught me a bit off guard. Did he… no. There wasn’t any part of him left that would know what just happened to him. I leaned in and gave my new doppelgänger a kiss:

“Yeah we are, bruh.”

#transformation #hypnosis #bro #male transformation #jockification #reality change #twin tf #Ask #straight to gay #jock tf #dumber #mental change #fml