#running joke

All the various times that Gangle's comedy mask broke.

So basically ever since Shane decided to help Rick by being a good role model, my family started the joke that Shane was essentially co-parenting Carl with Rick (bc Lori wasn’t doing anything helpful atm) and that evolved as the series continued with the idea that rick just wants to find someone to co-parent with (funnily enough we didn’t considered Michonne like ever XD) and so when Negan came and began having more part on Carls life, we concluded he had finally found his other co-parent

All this to say that I drew Rick, Carl and Negan as a “happy” family (bc I’m sure that’s what Negan would say)

DxP REWRITE - Collision Fee

Had to find a way to add this joke in, though it makes more sense for Ansy to be the klutz to bump into you than Emmet, with all his safety checks 🤭

🔼 Diamond x Pearl REWRITE 🔽

“your eyes light up at the chance to go with a bit.”

one of my friends told me that one day after I had been making some stupid joke about drinking orange juice so I don’t get scurvy. and for some reason, it stuck with me. I never realized how quick I was to latch onto something purely for “the bit,” and how far I would take it if I could.

I was thinking about it earlier after getting myself into some stupid shit and I realized: how much of my life is for the bit?

I could feel basically neutral about something, but if someone close to me presented it in a running joke kind of way, I could amp up my emotions towards it purely to have fun with it. because to me it’s so much fun and it’s when I feel most connected to people. because in my brain it’s like “oh, this is the thing now. this is what we’re going with” and I have such mixed emotions about all of it.

on one hand, some of my best memories have been riffing off ideas with friends and adding shit to it. but on the other hand, I can take a bit so far that I convince myself of it. to the point where I can forget that it’s a bit until whatever I was originally joking about has actually happened.

When I was a little boy, I looked under the stairs The king and the pawns were caught unawares Standing in the shadows, a whisperer to be Just fishing in the darkness of possibilities

Just look at you now Yeah, look at you now

Among such style and grace, our highest hopes None standing still, the running joke Where goes the warm embrace? it fades without return That lives to slip through fingertips and burn