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honorhearted · 1 year

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hmmmm would you rather smooch washington or caleb

Go on anon and suggest someone for my muse to kiss, and see their reaction! Or give them two names and ask who they’d rather kiss! / @rhogeminid

"I'd rather kiss your mother."

"And are you asking on behalf of yourself with the hopes of finding an in, or are you being facetious? Because surely you must know that as my commander and best friend, I do not have romantic aspirations for either."

#rhogeminid #rather kiss meme #//ben: *HISSES AT YOU*#got to use a So DoneTM icon at least lol #he just never answers the ones that make him uncomfortable #so good luck with that *fingerguns*#i guess it's like which is worse?#snogging your father figure or your brother figure? RIP haha

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incorrectbatfam · 2 years

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hi!!! do u have any birdflash/stephcass feel-good fic recs?

also i think ur rad. im giving u internet fingerguns rn

This one has both + some extra

Janitors' Closets Are Terrible Rendezvous Points, An Essay By Bruce Wayne by NevernightUnderRainbows

"Son, you're at that very special age where there's only one thing on your mind"

"Homicide?"

"No, Damian", Bruce cleared his throat, visibly uncomfortable, especially in the face of Damian's unimpressed glare, "canoodling, that's the answer"

"Canoodling", Damian repeated dubiously, eyebrows knitting together.

"Canoodling", Bruce nodded sagely, starting his PowerPoint presentation, "and in this house, we have a strict 'no canoodling in the Janitor's Closet' policy."

Or, Bruce's kids and their partners have proved over and over again that sneaking off to WE's Janitor Closet is a bad idea and it all culminates in a 5-point presentation.

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transmorolians · 2 years

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ristar is very very expressive and for a protagonist of a sega mega drive platformer it’s kind-of surprising how much emotion he expresses throughout the game.

when climbing or hanging onto objects he looks cautious about it, when balancing on ledges he's panicked about his balance, when he's floating on water he's shocked or awed, when he knocks down trees or slips on ice or bounces on drums he's startled, when he touches icey walls he's uncomfortable, when he get's knocked out he sure looks.

when he beats a boss he fingerguns, he gives a thumbs-up, he pumps his fist in triumph, he throws his hands into the air. in the water planet he stretches for his idle animations, in the fire planet he sits and fans himself, in the music planet he snaps his fingers and taps his foot, in the ice planet he builds a snowman, in the mech planet he's on the lookout for danger

he is one expressive boy!

#ristar

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swaggypsyduck · 1 year

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just wanted to drop in to say thank you for introducing me to rené higuita, dude seems very iconic. i watched one (1) highlight reel and i want to pick his brain now

also, are you okay with minors interacting with your blog? if you're not, i'll go back to hiding in my tumblr-lurking cave *fingerguns* because we respect boundaries in this household!

(btw this is the never-used-an-askbox-before anon haha)

hello agin never-used-an-askbox-before anon!!

rene higuita is my no.1 favourite keeper!! i love that crazy mofo so much. like i just know he took at least 20yrs off his teams life w the antics he did. if u want a more tame version of him id look at manuel neuer from bayern they have similar "sweeper-keeper" styles (i think that's what they call it if i remember correctly). he also does some crazy shit but not to the lvl of rene "el loco" higuita.

as for minors interacting w my blog... idk i never rlly thought of it?? i say some pretty 18+ shit in my tags but i actually dont know the age of most ppl who interact w me on here so proceed w caution?? feel free to interact but remember i have final say on what i answer in my inbox and if i feel ur crossing a boundary i will let u know. but also if u feel uncomfortable by anything i post go ahead and unfollow me. look out for urself anon!! the internet is a dangerous place!!

#anon #asks

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notnotnotes · 2 years

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Getting notes on this app gives me more serotonin than instagram or any other social media ever has. Thank you little funky people in my phone, I would kiss every one of you if I could (unless youre a minor, aro, in a relationship, or otherwise uncomfortable, in which case you would get a highfive and fingerguns)

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glovelylovely · 2 years

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[ID: (1) John Egbert and Harry Anderson in Roxy's livingroom. John is showing off an outfit Harry has designed, which features a neck scarf, a sleeveless shirt, baggy pants with a golden tie, and yellow abd blue sneakers. Harry shoots him fingerguns proudly. He is wearing a similar neck scarf, a white coat, black pants, and blue sneakers. The couch behind them is littered with various craft supplies. (2) Text from Homestuck 2. John says "this old thing is pretty uncomfortable in a lot of ways. hm... when we get a moment, maybe the two of us could brainstorm a redesign? no pressure though." Harry replies "!!!" //end ID.]

#fanart #digital art #my art #homestuck #homestuck fanart #homestuck art #hs #digital artist #lineless art #john egbert #harry anderson #harry anderson egbert #homestuck 2 #homestuck^2

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oyasuminto · 2 years

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I really loved your dol stuff, and i really respect you for being firm with your boundaries but still respectful to those who enjoy dol.

We all like different things in our fiction, and we all have different things that we don't like or make us uncomfortable.

Dol is full of dark content, but it's refreshing to see someone talk about why they won't be a part of the fandom anymore like a normal person and not instantly go on a callout harassment post like tumblr usually does!

:fingerguns:

yeah,,,, the callout culture of 2010's tumblr was pretty shit. like, sometimes the callout would be against some 14 y/o who said something kinda ignorant because they genuinely didn't know better and no-one bothered to correct them, and other times you'd see shit like "This user called cheated on an exam in high school, killed three people, and pirated a video game. I am going to treat all three of these things as being on the same level."

#Not Writing #DOL Drama #Asks

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honorhearted · 2 years

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“!” (Clint….I’m sorry!!)

Send me “!” for my muse to tell yours what they really think of them. / @defectivexfragmented

Ben wasn't much for candid discussions with perfect strangers -- least especially this particular one -- and the precise reason for this excursion made this all the more uncomfortable. Although literally any guard could (and should) take Clint out to make water, Ben was concerned that he might manage to overpower anyone else and escape. Ben had a hard time of letting people do their jobs (or at least, whenever he felt he was better suited for the role), so he'd lowered himself to this embarrassing position for hopefully just the next few minutes.

"Are you not familiar with Ecclesiastes 3:7?" he irritably asked. "There is 'a time to be silent and a time to speak.' And right now? Now is a time to be silent. I don't want to hear one word out of you."

Agitation mounting, Ben folded his arms as they came to a stop. "For the sake of argument, I'll answer your question -- with the expectation that you start cooperating, of course." He waved a hand. "You are crass, disrespectful, and entirely unfunny, no matter what you might think of your tedious quips."

Taking Clint by the arm, Ben gruffly turned him around and shoved him toward a tree. "Now go make water."

#defectivexfragmented #true opinions meme #//IDKY I WENT WITH THIS SCENARIO??#guess cuz i wanted something other than sitting at a table #and making ben uncomfortable is always funny so *fingerguns*

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pickled-flowers · 3 years

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Here's some character development

[ID: first panel: multiple drawings of Rash, a teenager who wears a hijab. The first one is her giving a thumb up, smiling and looking tired. The caption is: finished a 800 words essay at midnight. The second one is Rash standing up, looking relaxed and smiling with her eyes closed, captioned: friend shaped and 5'3. The third is the same character's headshot, looking into the void with the caption: zoning out. The fourth drawing is her riding her skateboard and smiling. The last drawing is her holding her hands to her chest, screaming with her eyes closed in a frustrated way. The drawing is captioned: complaining about lack of gf.

Second panel : multiple drawings of Archie, a teenager with short curly hair. The first drawing is her profile. They are saying: fuck it, I'm gonna nap. The second drawing is her saying: ew, looking disgusted. That drawing is captioned: when someone doesn't like frog. The third drawing is their pet frog, named mustard. The fourth drawing is Archie blushing and smiling captioned : thinking of Io/frogs. The last drawing is her standing up with the help of their cane, captioned : uses a wheelchair on really bad days and 5'5.

Third panel: multiple drawings of Hani, a 18 years old girl. She has very short hair and is fat. The first drawing is her standing up, seemingly taking a mirror selfie. It is captioned: I will take your hand, and everything you own and 5'6. The second panel is her with a dreamy expression on her face, smiling at nothing while she holds her face in her hands. It is captioned: dreaming about sitting on a boy's lap and doing his makeup. The third drawing is Hani from the back, wearing a jacket on which is written: Worship me. The fourth drawing is her with a confident expression saying: of course you love me. The last drawing is her looking sweet and smiling, her hand clenched in a fist. It is captioned: I'm about to destroy this man's whole career.

Fourth panel: multiple drawing of Io, a person who appears to be a teenager. They have short dark hair. The first drawing is them giving the fingerguns and smiling in a relaxed way, saying : bitch leave me alone. The second drawing is them look angry and flustered. They have a thought bubble inside of which is Archie smiling. The drawing is captioned :confused gay noise. The third drawing is them having a third eye, their hair floating around their face. The fourth drawing is them standing up looking slightly uncomfortable with their arms crossed, captioned: Tol and 5'8. The last drawing is them looking happy and shaking their fist captioned : stimming.

End ID]

#art #my art #ocs #my ocs #tw language #the Gang #Idk what to call them sjfnskfn #anyway I got the story in mind 👀#and I'm now obsessed with them #long post #image id

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bisociallyawkwardandchad · 3 years

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12 y/o me: *wears cuffed jeans, fingerguns, peace signs, gets all nervous when girls take my hand or almost any other sort of physical contact, never sits properly, feeling very uncomfortable whenever i saw those female underwear displays lmao, bOoTs*

Friends: are you bi?

12 y/o me: wtf no.

#bisexual culture #bi culture #bi #bisexuality #lgbt+#bsbdhdhdhdjdjf i still have all of those traits tho

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thetomorrowshow · 3 years

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Slower Than Words Ch. 22

First - Previous - Next

Hey all! It’s good to be back! The break was much-needed, but I’ve missed interacting with y’all. Have a relatively calm chapter!

cw: food

Weeks passed, and Patton realized that lip-reading was harder than he thought it would be. Patton practiced every single day, studying the diagrams in the book and taking down notes on everything. Remus had at first practiced with him by saying a phrase and having Patton guess, but they had quickly realized that it was too advanced at this stage. Now, Remus held up a notecard with a phrase or word and said it. After going through five different different notecards, Remus would start over again without displaying the notecards. This helped Patton grasp it much quicker, and he had advanced to picking up several words that his therapists spoke in everyday conversation.

Sometimes, when he felt really excited, Patton would mimic the diagrams in the mirror, making the mouth movements for his own name, Remus's name, and Virgil's name. He already knew what his own name looked like, he found—he'd been unknowingly able to recognize it for years.

Patton always had the same translator at his doctor and therapy appointments, so he asked her a few questions about lip-reading and speaking. The woman was able to answer, usually, but there was rarely any time to get into a conversation. The woman did recommend some online resources and teachers for learning to speak, which Patton passed along to Remus. Patton didn't really understand the whole online thing yet. Virgil had tried to explain it several times, but it didn't make a lot of sense. Where did all of the information come from? Who put it there, ready for everyone to use? How was it usable?

Patton had learned how to use the internet in basic terms. He knew how to look for something in specific on Google, and he knew that Youtube was a thing because Remus liked showing him videos from it. Youtube had captions, unlike the television. Patton had found himself watching a lot of comedy videos, sometimes writing down the best jokes from them. He had a cheap blue notebook that he wrote the jokes and his notes in, and he kept it under his bed, like he used to do with his journal back ho—back at the cult.

Patton had researched the cult briefly on the internet, but had quickly become upset at seeing his own face on the cover of one of the articles that popped up. He'd closed it after seeing that several of the scientists, as well as the two prophets, were facing legal charges. That was all he'd needed to know.

Well, not really all. He'd been looking for any mention of Virgil. The one he'd read had mentioned him briefly, if not by name, and was now written in Patton's notebook: Investigations began after the appearance of two young men, both of whom required immediate medical care.

One was Remus. The other had to be Virgil. That meant Virgil was alive somewhere. Patton wondered if Virgil too was reading the articles, seeing that Patton was out, wondering how to find him.

Gosh, Patton missed him.

Right now, Patton was following along with a video on tongue movements for forming different letters. He wasn't sure that he was getting the S quite right, he'd have to ask Remus later. He took a few more notes on how to do it, then folded his notebook closed and took Father's laptop off incognito. Remus had taught him how to turn on and off incognito mode with a little wink, and now Patton used it almost every time he was on the laptop, which was only while Father was at his second job. For some reason, Patton felt that he wouldn't be allowed to do this.

He was just in time out of Father's room for Remus to get home from work, shooting him a fingergun (Virgil used to do those all the time) before throwing himself onto the couch. Patton longed to shake his shoulder, ask him for help practicing, but Remus was always tired right after work. Patton wasn't sure what he did, only that he was trying to find something else that paid better, so sometimes he would be out for hours after he was supposed to be home looking for a new job.

Patton slid into his room, flicking the light switch to turn it off. He rarely sat in his room with the light on, it made him uncomfortable. It almost felt as though someone was watching, though he knew that it was just a response developed from a traumatic situation, as his therapist had told him.

He'd barely been in his room for thirty seconds when Remus wandered in. He gestured to his mouth, and Patton watched carefully as he spoke.

“You - - - - to eat pr - - - - -.”

“One more time?” Patton signed. Remus repeated himself, but Patton still didn't pick it all up, so he asked Remus to sign it.

“You need to eat protein,” Remus signed slowly. “Diet time.”

Patton wasn't particularly hungry, but a part of regaining his body mass and retraining his body to eat normally was eating six or seven small, 'enriching' meals instead of three big ones. Remus was right, Patton realized as he checked the clock—it was time for his protein supplement, a meal usually made up of beef jerky and peanuts. Yay.

The weeks turned into months, and Remus decided that it was time for Patton to get some real world practice. Sure, he'd been going to therapy and all, but those folks rarely talked to him. It was time to play to Logan's weaknesses.

He brought it up over dinner one night, when Patton had already gone to bed. It rubbed him the wrong way that Logan sent him to bed instead of letting him stay up and talk to his pops, who had only been home for ten minutes. Sure, Pat had a schedule or whatever, and he had to follow it to stay healthy, but it should be his own decision. Still, there was nothing Remus could do about it. Except maybe this.

“So, when's your next day off?”

Logan shrugged. “I believe I have the morning of next Wednesday off, but that's all for next week. Why?”

Remus twirled his fork through the cheap macaroni and cheese, pretending to not be too interested in the outcome. “Just thinkin'. Pat's almost out of books again, we should probably make a trip to the library.”

Logan smiled softly at the suggestion—or maybe at Patton's name. There was no telling with the man.

“And his therapist's been saying he needs to go to a new place for enrichment or something like that. Wouldn't—”

Logan's face had already shuttered. “Absolutely out of the question. I cannot—”

“Lo, he really wants to,” Remus pleaded, letting his fork fall to the table. “He's gotta get out of this house. And what better place than a quiet library, where it's easy to watch him and sometimes there's a cop hanging out?”

“Remus, I—I can't,” Logan said, his face still stone, but now his eyes had grown sad. “I cannot, in good conscience, allow Patton to be in an unsafe environment. If I lost him again. . . .”

“You won't,” Remus cajoled. “I'll come too, watch him be safe. Just imagine how much he'll love it! Father-son bonding and all that crap!”

Logan looked down at his plate, clearly thinking deeply. Remus could almost see him weighing the options in his head. Internally, his heart rabbited, but externally Remus was the picture of calm. Hopefully. Maybe. He was probably not, but he could dream.

“I'll consider it,” Logan said eventually. “You are correct in assuming that the library is a place I would very much like to share with him. Tomorrow after tutoring Andy I will stop at the library and inquire after safety precautions. By Monday, I will have my decision.”

Remus leaned back, picking his fork up again. That was as close as he was going to get Logan tonight. If he continued to push it, Logan would completely shut down the conversation and then there'd be no chance of getting Pat out of the apartment.

They'd been watching a stupid black-and-white movie a week or three ago, and one of the characters had said a line that Patton had obviously related to. Remus had looked over to see tears brimming after the old man on screen said, “I thought I was supposed to be getting fresh air. So far, I've been in a train and a room, and a car and a room, and a room and a room.”

That probably really sucked for Patton. Remus went stir-crazy in this tiny apartment, and he was able to leave whenever he wanted. Patton left three times a week, and went straight to his appointments and then straight home. One of his doctors had actually just switched over to doing virtual appointments, so Pat was only leaving twice a week now. Kid had to be going insane.

Patton felt a bit like he was going insane.

He marked a tally in his notebook every day, one for each day that he had been out without Virgil. It sort of was a continuation of his tallies in the cell, but he couldn't remember where he had left off, so he had just started anew.

He had just filled a second page of tally marks. It had been months since he'd escaped, even longer since he'd seen Virgil. Every time Remus tried to tell him that everything was going to be okay, or Father told him that everything was okay, Patton felt anger simmer in his stomach. It was not okay, it couldn't be okay, it would never be okay without Virgil. Even if he had to be trapped in this horrible apartment for years, it would be wonderful with Virgil by his side.

Every day, he followed the same schedule. Therapy exercises, meals at precise times, lip-reading studies, regular reading, bed at ten PM. It was terrible.

He couldn't help but feel excited, though. He was leaving, at least for a little bit! Father had asked him if he wanted to go to the library with him tomorrow, and Patton had thought his heart was going to drop out of his chest. Both Father and Virgil had told him about libraries, and how beautiful they were, and how many books were always there.

Patton was finally going to a new place, and it was the library. All of the anger he'd been feeling over the past weeks had washed away, replaced only with anticipation. Even with Father there, this had to be the best thing to happen in months.

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icedthoma · 4 years

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As a dare... with... Kiri please. Congrats on being on tumblr for a year!!!

8. As a dare

Thank you!!

Being in love with your best friend wasn’t so bad.

You got to spend lots of quality time together, and you were comfortable around each other, which you were thankful for, because that saved you that whole struggle in the love process of working up the courage to get to know the other person better. Instead, you were struggling with the fact that couple-y things with you and Kirishima were the norm, despite you not being a couple.

Ice cream “dates” were always a thing in the summer, Kirishima proudly showing off how he could cronch through scoops of the cool treat like it was nothing. During the colder seasons, you held hands on the way to school to share warmth, and even cuddled often in the common room. Many would often comment about what a cute pairing you were, but the two of you always waved them off with a cheerful smile and awkward laugh, reassurances that you were “just friends” slipping from your lips as naturally as breathing.

Another thing you loved about being in love with Kirishima Ejirou was how he was always up to do anything crazy or spontaneous. You weren’t afraid to act silly and stupid around him, because more often than not he was doing the same. (Plus, he was also best friends with Kaminari Denki. Not much braincells going for the three of you.)

“Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Is it true you’ve never been kissed before?” Kaminari asked, falling back as you pretended to throw the pillow you were holding at him.

“Uh...” Swallowing hard, you instinctively glanced at Kirishima, who to your surprise had paused in the card tower he had been dutifully building all this time and was staring right at you. Forcing your gaze away, you shrugged and hugged the pillow in your lap closer to your chest. “Yeah. Of course you’d ask that question, Denki. So predictable.”

“Hey!”

Everyone else laughed, and you couldn’t resist the small rush in you felt in your chest when you saw Kirishima laughing too.

After a while, it was Kirishima’s turn to get asked. “Dare,” he said confidently.

“I dare you to...kiss Y/n!” Mina exclaimed, a sly smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“What?” you and Ejirou said at the same time.

“Listen, Mina,” Kirishima said, looking down at the ground and scratching the back of his neck. “I don’t want to make Y/n uncomfortable. Maybe you could do something el--”

“I’m fine with it,” you blurted out, cheeks burning a shade that could rival his hair when everyone turned to look at you in surprise. “I mean, we’re friends, right? I’m cool with anything. I don’t care. It’s just a game.”

“I guess?” your spiky-haired friend said, thankfully buying into your nonchalant attitude with the rest of your friends and not pressing any further.

You were painfully aware of the many pairs of eyes on you as Kirishima scooted over to where you were sitting, an apologetic smile on his face. “You really sure?”

“Yep,” you said, popping the p at the end and shooting your default fingerguns at him. He chuckled again, and you instantly felt much better.

Leaning in, Kirishima shut his eyes and placed a quick peck on your lips, the moment over and done before you could even blink. In a flash, he was back to his seat on the other side of the room to be subject to your other friends’ relentless teasing.

“Oh, lay off us, man,” Eijirou groaned, pressing a hand to his forehead. “It’s just a silly game, so don’t get too worked up about it. Right, Y/n?”

‘Huh? Oh, yeah,” you agreed, quickly yanking your hand away from your face where you had been absent-mindedly tracing the curve of your bottom lip, as if doing so would somehow extend the memory of your first kiss in your brain.

Across from you, Kirishima was laughing and shoving Kaminari around, though this time, your mood only went farther south despite the happiness his laugh usually brought you. You had brought this upon yourself, really. Part of you couldn’t resist the allure of the possible chance of that maybe this kiss would be the start of something more. But he had said it himself, it was all just a silly game.

For the first time, you found yourself wondering if falling in love for your best friend had been a mistake.

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