#Furby looking ass

[unclassedguy]

I am looking, not respectfully in the slightest. In fact, I am drooling violently.

[notsobeautifuldisaester]

Is this a threat?

[chronicghosts]

hold it like stuffed animal

[passionfruitmango]

What do they see?

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[the-gayest-sky-kid]

finished jjk 0 final roundup

THEY GOT HIS ASS AGAIN

PUT THAT SHIT AWAY

he owned better sunglasses the whole time.......

nobody can recognize him with his fuckin orbs out

its the same fucking colour

hes got a new haircut!

BUY BETTER SUNGLASSES

[bunnyb34r]

I changed my pfp on reddit and I feel kinda bad (in a funny way) bc when I comment on general popular subs, it's fine, but when I put heartfelt support in the several chronic pain/illness subs i follow.... all they see is this as my icon 😭

[jeeves-stuff]

My og 2000s story is I begged for one when I was 5. One holiday or birthday (can't remember which) I finally got one. The excitement wore off when I realized it never stopped talking. Not even at night. One night I finally took everything out of our toybox, wrapped the Furby in every blanket except a small throw for me to sleep under. After wrapping in multiple blankets I put it at the bottom of the toybox and as many toys that's would still fit on top. I could still hear it so I took an old bread box we were allowed to play with and put it in the breadbox and then wrapped the bread box in the blanket and put that bundle into the toybox. I still could hear it but I eventually could sleep through the chatter. Not long after that my parents removed the batteries and told me the batteries died and I did not ask them to get new ones.

It's so fucking funny how many people who owned Furbies as children ended up being traumatized by them in some way

[its-fjori]

Obsessed with this creature by redditor u/BakedZitiYum

[zacrete]

Migrating to Tumblr feels oddly similar to my egg cracking. All those years on Reddit, lurking silently, staying observant while keeping my head down and trying to avoid being noticed, terrified that if I’m seen or heard, I’ll get my ass handed to me. But I didn’t know anything else, so #thisisfine. I see the kids laughing gayly over there with their brightly colored furbys and Goncharov t-shirts and feel a confusing longing, but they’d never let me hang with them. I don’t belong in that world. I wouldn’t know how to tell them that I think they’re cool.

Then the boycott happens and I’m all sad and bored and find the Tumblr app buried in the back of my phone. I got it a while ago, didn’t really know why. Took it out and looked at it now and then, but was never bold enough to give it a shot. But whatever, nothing left to lose, right?

So I open it up and look for a bit. It’s pretty. It’s so pretty. I get that sense of longing again. I hesitantly run my finger over the reblog button and…I like it. I don’t know why, but it’s comforting. It wasn’t as weird as I thought it might be. Or if it is, it’s weird in a good way. I keep digging around, learning, exploring, and see that there are actually a lot of people who feel this way. They’re finding themselves, really seeing each other for the first time, being welcomed and gently guided into this strange new life by this community. People are really supportive here. I’m not used to this feeling.

The more I explore, the more comfortable I’m becoming. I think I might be able to be myself here. It feels like maybe, just maybe, I’ve found my people. Maybe I’m not anti-social media. I’d just never had a safe environment. So let’s try this. I’m scared, but I’ve got to do it. Make my own post and come out socially. I…I’m not a Redditor. I thought I was. I tried to be, but it only ever made me sad. I don’t know what’s going to happen next, but I don’t think I can ever go back to that life.

Finally admitting it, breaking out of that abusive, toxic environment…I’m feeling something I’d forgotten how to feel. Hope.

[chamm0y]

soundwave wearing a long furby like a boa :)

thats a long ass furby

look at him being all fancy, hope he doesn't realize its alive 👀

closeup 👇🏻

[identity-theft-101]

@officialdaydreamer00

ようきち on pixiv does cute art of the twins and azul as babies. its funny tho cuz one moment their these cute little things with chubby faces but then you see them do these little scary faces. i love it.

It makes me think of what the babies that could be had with the twins would be like, funny tho if they end up being clingy to their mama and get bitey with others.

BABYYYYYYYY EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLSSSSSSSSSSSS

They're so ugly looking they're cute aaaaaaaaaa just as babies should be!!!!! Now, depending on how you want to view mer-family relations, either the baby merfolk are left to fend for themselves as after hatching. They must fight and find their way back to their parents, and only the fittest survive. I read a lovely Octotrio fic about this on ao3 once, but I couldn't find it again and link it 😭

Alternatively, merfolk, knowing how cruel the sea can get, are overprotective of their young and keep them close on a tight leash until they're old enough to fight back. After a few centuries of this, the young elvers would most definitely be instinctually drawn to their parents for care and protection. Whoever's more clingy just depends on who's the primary caregiver when they're young.

[ravers8fantasy]

🎶Disco kid headcanon's!!🪩

Honestly, one of the realest ones in all the circuits I fear...

ALSO HE IS 20 AND 6'3??? I thought he was 19...

Okay so turns out bro is 20 so I think he joined when he was 18 or 19

Sings proper flipping loudly in the shower, its a good thing he's good at singing

Will listen to anything, he is more of a melody person than a lyrics person

Has a drawer full of listening devices, he has like 5 pairs of headphones and so many speakers

Had a swag era in highschool (is still kinda in his swag era but remix)

Sometimes shows up to W.B.V.A meetings in full on 70s attire for fun. Im talking silk shirt and high waisted l bell bottoms

Usually catches everyone off guard as well since they are used to seeing him in more modern outfits (im basing these hcs around 2009 and perchance 2010s idk they change on my mood)

Can handle spicy food pretty well.... Even though he ate a singular taki one time and perished

I saw in his contender mode intro cutscene that his licence plate is custom made (its DISCO-1) which made me think he decorates his car

Like he has a pair of fuzzy dice hanging off the mirror in the front, has like stickers on the dashboard and has like custom made seats-

Also theres this nice looking house in the background with this music note gate, either he is rich or his parents are rich

Or is that normal for people in America to have a house like that, I live in an old af house in Scotland so I defo wouldnt know💀

His favourite color is blue, or pink, or mabye yellow and orange but then again he is a sucker for kitsch patterns-

He loves colour. Ik his ass would HATE to see maximalist antique homes turned into an all white sleek mininalist abyss

Is a beast at roller skating, has a pair of blue and yellow ones with little stars all over.

Hates roller blading tho he says 3 he cant dance properly in them which makes him sad

His hair is originally brown, saw someone at a party with buzzed bleached hair and thought it was so cool he decided to get the same thing

Does calisthenics, has been asked a bunch of questions by other boxers asking him how tf he does it

HATES furbies, had one when he was younger and he put it in a draw in his bedroom after it didnt shut up.

He woke up in the middle of the night to a voice asking to be fed and started crying, turns out it was the flippin furby inside the draw

Has the most perfect comedic timing ever, there is never a dull moment when your with Disco kid

Suprsingly doesnt mind horror films, his fave genre list would probably go 1.horror/thriller 2.Action 3.drama/romance

He was a tumbler in his high school's cheer team and did ballroom for a bit, has a bunch of trophies from cheer and competitive ballroom dancing

Loves going down to a deli and getting a sandwich, usually gets a new filling combination everytime he goes

Has the most amazing wardrobe out of all the boxers, I like to think he is like the 'lewis hamilton' of the W.B.V.A (in terms of style not boxing bless also YALL LEWIS HAMILTONS FASHION SENSE IS SO😼😼😼)

The type of guy who never shuts up when watching a film, he literally ends up narrating the whole thing

Literally never stops moving, if he is standing on the spot he will be tapping his foot or move his head to whatever beat is playing in his head

Also like as no beef or issues with any of the other boxers, some of them (Aran... Wait and perchance idk Soda and stuff yknow) might insult him and would just dance and say "ok! Thats your opinion, Not mine though I think im fabulous anyway"

Chat im giggling at this gif anyway if you see any mistakes in grammer please embarass me and call me out and I will correct it with the utmost haste😼

OK HOPE YALL ENJOYED GOODNIGHT (or good morning or uh good day or evening depending on where u are)

[niiwa-angel]

I got sucked into the Hellaverse again, so here are some incorrect quotes for you.

~~~

Clara and Odette, both intelligent but their brain cells cancel each other's out. Building a fort.

Clara: Odette. Where's the door?

Odette: It's right there.

Clara: where?

Odette: Right there, I drew it in outline.

Clara: So how are we gonna get out?

Odette: We'll get the power drill.

Clara: So go get the power drill.

Odette: Okay I will!

Odette, goes to walk out and realizes she's locked in.

Odette: I see the problem.

Clara: Oh do ya?!

~~~

Vox: They're shipping us.

Alastor, panicked: To where?!?!

~~~

Zestial: Modern technology continues to baffle me.

The technology in question: telegrams.

~~~

Charlie: you're my angel! (Romantic)

Vaggie: panicked exterminator noises

~~~

Cherri Bomb: If he doesn't treat you right, you're fine!

Angel Dust: I'm gone!

Cherri Bomb: Now go chop his dick off!

~~~

Valentino: what are you wearing?

Vox, wearing a shark onesie: it's my ass kicking outfit.

~~~

Rosie and Alastor, gossiping. Alastor gets roped into modeling for one of her outfits.

Rosie: Now! Do you, or do you not, feel bonita?

Alastor, tired: I feel bonita.

Rosie: Wonderful! Because you look bonita!

~~~

Velvette, working nonstop before a show: what if I poured Beelzebub Energy into my cereal instead of milk?

Vox, snatching the can from her: what if you don't?

~~~

Keekee: mew

Husk: good point. I hadn't considered that.

Charlie: can he actually talk to cats or is he just that drunk?

Alastor, also buzzed and ready to cause problems on purpose: I understood her just fine. Maybe you're the only one who can't.

Charlie: ??

~~~

Lucifer: Check out my new snake skin shoes!

Sir Pentious: offended snake noises.

~~~

Nifty: Alastor? Can I take the skin off this furby? I want to make him a god. I want him to transcend the mortal realm. I want to free him from the Co fines of the flesh!

Nifty: And his fur is dirty, I need to clean it.

Alastor: I literally could not care less but never ask me something that creepy again.

~~~

Zestial: I need thine assistance again.

Odette, sighing deeply: you just have to hit the button Zesti, it's not complicated.

Zestial, finally hitting"I am not a robot" on the Capcha.

[shares-a-vest]

@steddiemas Day 19: Steddie as Dads (Trope Tuesday)

wc: 1.4k | Rated: T for suggestive language and flirtatious banter | cw: Eddie is trans in my Joanie Munson AU and gave birth to Joanie. This fic contains one mention of pregnancy and the possibility of having a baby.

Tags: Steddie Dads, Trans Eddie Munson, Growing Family, Getting Interrupted, Christmas Night, Christmas Presents, Kid Fic

Note: I knew Joanie's Furby would have to make a reappearance after I wrote THIS drabble for Black Friday. Also, I started drafting this fic for Day 3 (Needing to be Quiet) but it ran away from me so it has aspects of that prompt too.

Christmas Night, 1998

“Okay…” Eddie sing-songs, stirring Steve from his very sleepy post-Christmas state on the couch, “Our precious bean is asleep… The old man is in a food-induced coma…”

He skips to the couch and flops down, mussing their makeshift bedding.

“Huh?” Steve mumbles, looking up to find a mischievous grin painted across his partner’s face.

He should have known Eddie was up to something with their sleeping arrangements. He had insisted they spend Christmas Night on Wayne’s couch, giving up the bed in Eddie’s old room to Joanie for the evening.

As Eddie continues grinning like an idiot – and adds a wiggling, suggestive brow for good measure – Steve attempts to smooth out their blankets. He shimmies upright, yawning as he yanks at the corner of the blanket trapped beneath Eddie’s ass.

“Nope!” Eddie says, chopping his hand through the air, “No yawning, sugarplum.”

He dives for the remote teetering on the edge of the coffee table and points it at the television, reducing It’s a Wonderful Life to a quickly fading speck in the middle of the screen.

“Jimmy Stewart, off!” he declares, voice high and nasally in mock impersonation as he tosses the remote to the side.

With the living room lit only by the lights of Wayne’s Christmas tree (decorated the moment they arrived with Joanie), Steve feels his eyes droop.

He scrubs a hand down his tired face, his unstyled hair flopping forward as he does so. Eddie is soon on him, combing it back before picking at individual strands like a monkey looking for fleas.

“How are you not tired?” Steve whines, dipping his head to avoid more prodding.

But Eddie then reaches to remove his glasses.

“Christmas adrenaline, sweetheart,” he explains, carefully folding the glasses and setting them on the coffee table within reach.

Eddie leans back again, elbow propped on the couch, his chin resting against his hand enough that it squishes up his cheek.

“The Furby was a hit,” he continues, his teasing dimples out on full display now.

“Please don’t talk about it,” Steve grumbles, sinking into the couch at the thought of Joanie’s newest toy, now out of the box and operational, ready to wreak havoc.

He can only imagine the reaction the cats will have to those soulless eyes when they get the retched thing back home…

“It’s cute,” Eddie shrugs, not at all innocently picking at the bottom hem of Steve’s flannel button-up, a Munson family relic turned pyjama top.

“It looks like a Gremlin,” he deadpans, “Ready to chew our faces off with that weird robot beak.”

He hopes his frown will also remind Eddie that if said demon-spawn does rise up against them, he can be the one fully responsible for dealing with it. And, now that he thinks about it, Steve is sure Eddie allowing their daughter to watch Gremlins at Halloween surely contributed to her desire to obtain this year’s latest kids' craze.

As they glare at each other, Steve holds onto some hope that Eddie (might) think back to that sleepless Halloween night when Joanie woke up at 2 am in tears and thought Ozzy’s prowling in the shadows was an evil after-midnight Mowgai.

“And where is it now?” Steve asks, breaking their seated stand-off.

“Tucked under the covers with our precious Joanie-Bear,” Eddie says, dramatically closing his eyes with a chirpy hum.

Again – Gremlin!

Steve bites his tongue as Eddie opens his eyes again, those big brown orbs now glowing with mirth like a warmer, more cherubic (but equally devilish) version of their five-year-old’s prized Christmas present.

Eddie clicks his tongue, looking everywhere but directly at Steve as he fidgets with a handful of blankets, entirely conspicuous as he buzzes with clear anticipation.

Steve puffs out a laugh and shakes his head. As always, Eddie has other plans for their ‘quiet’ night in…

“What?” Eddie asks, catching him staring.

He tilts his head to the side like a curious puppy.

“I love you,” Steve replies, leaning into his side.

He looks at the Christmas tree as Eddie presses a featherlight kiss to his forehead.

But the sweet moment only lasts for a split second because, in a flash, Eddie flips back their bedding, the blanket half falling to the floor between the couch and the coffee table.

“Good,” he grins, swinging his leg over Steve’s lap to straddle him, bracketing his legs, “Put a baby in me.”

“Ed!” Steve splutters, frowning as Eddie claps a hand over his mouth to shush him.

“Quiet!” he stage-whispers.

“You be quiet,” Steve warns, smiling into his palm.

“Made you perk up, didn’t it?” Eddie teases, leaning back to look him over and they both giggle away, “Anyway, come on, tick-tick. Christmas miracle, all that shit...”

He hurriedly jabs into his shoulder.

“Need I remind you we are in your uncle’s living room?”

“We’ve done worse,” Eddie offers, raking his eyes over him, “Remember Thanksgiving 1989 when – ”

“ – We boned in Claudia’s powder room,” he finishes, nodding.

Eddie looks off into the distance – or perhaps just right behind them to the wood panelling. He sighs, all wistful and longing.

“Yeah,” he hums, “And you knocked Claudia’s good handtowel straight off the rack and into the toilet…”

Steve leans back and cocks his chin. Well, if Eddie isn’t going to be subtle about it, either...

“Take your pants off, baby.”

Eddie beams and gives a two-finger salute. He quickly begins shuffling about, lifting onto his knees so he can hook his fingers under the waistband of his black sweatpants and pull them down. Meanwhile, Steve lifts their blanket up and out to protect Eddie’s modesty.

Or, at least that’s what he intends to do. Eddie only gets his pants down to his knees when Steve catches Wayne’s bedroom door opening.

Eddie notices too and yelps, plopping back down onto Steve’s lap – hard.

“Don’t mind me,” Wayne says, walking along with the stiff gait of a man with a bad hip (one that he still won’t do a thing about), “Just goin’ to take a leak. My bladder isn’t what it used to be. The older you get, the weaker your bladder...”

“Can you please stop saying the word ‘bladder’!” Eddie squawks over his shoulder, but his uncle simply waves him away.

“I didn’t see nothin’!” Wayne grumbles, “Carry on.”

Eddie rolls his eyes as they both watch in awkward silence as Wayne disappears into the bathroom, a light soon cascading from it.

“Christmas sucks!” Eddie dry-sobs, resting his chin on Steve’s shoulder with a disgruntled ‘hmph’.

“Just wait a minute,” he whispers, wrapping the blanket tight around Eddie’s partial nakedness.

Steve moves to give him a reassuring kiss but Eddie gasps, stilling on his lap as his eyes grow wide as saucers.

“What the fuck was that?” he gulps, his voice at full volume.

Eddie jolts again, his hands flying up to grip Steve’s shoulders tight, giving him no choice but to hold onto for dear life – even if he has no clue what’s got him so rattled…

“I can’t hear anything,” Steve says, looking around as his heart quickens.

Eddie scoffs and claws at a lock of his hair, just behind his right ear.

“God damn it, Stevie!” he spits, his head on a swivel as he whips it from side to side, likely looking for Steve’s abandoned hearing aids.

Steve is about to point to the end of the coffee table and thus ignite a squabbling match about it when Wayne reappears from the bathroom.

“What in the heck is that sound?” he grumbles.

“What is it?” Steve demands, looking between the other two.

“Some…” Wayne says, tilting his head in search of the sound, “Machine…”

Steve moves his head about to dodge Eddie as he squirms around in his lap, muttering what he can only assume is a string of expletives as he attempts to search for the noise too without straining his back or exposing himself.

“Damn it, Eddie,” Steve snaps, lifting his partner when he suspects he is about to get kneed straight in the goddamn balls.

“Jesus Christ, darlin’!” Wayne exclaims, bringing a hand to his chest.

Steve finally manages a glance over Eddie’s shoulder to find Joanie standing just inside the living room, her small frame silhouetted by the bathroom light.

She’s holding something with big eyes that appear to be blinking.

Now Steve can hear the robotic snoring sounds that have half the household scared out of their minds.

“Don’t worry, Pa,” Joanie says, stepping forward and holding up her Christmas present, “It’s just my Furby.”

More of Joanie Munson

[kotkamoon]

5.2’s Furby-looking ass /hj

just look at them

[luckyfurby6]

fun fact! did you know that there is a lost furby commercial thats only proof of existence is a shitpost from 2006??

in 2006 (maybe 2007) Jeff Chisamore uploaded a funky furby commercial with the song "du hast" playing instead of the original audio and some edits to make it look like furby is singing it. this silly little youtube video has gotten alot of attention in the furby and lost media community over the past few years now because nobody on the internet seems to have the original footage

Jeff Chisamore is aware of the search but no longer has the original footage. hes been incredibly nice to all the people messaging him but HE. DOES. NOT. HAVE. THE. ORIGINAL. FOOTAGE

most people think this commercial aired on nickelodeon due to their previous promotions with furby but nobody knows. however funky furbys were only released in certain countries and since we know its in english it is most likely in a 2006 nickelodeon recording from australia, canada or the UK!

i love weird ass lost media searches like this, nobody would know this commercial existed if it wasnt for a shitpost lmaooo