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misswarmnights · 1 year ago
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Everybody Loves Raymond (Tickle Headcanons)
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Ray: Ray is ticklish but very shy about it. His most ticklish spot would be the soles of his feet. That is the reason why we almost never see him barefoot on the show. It’s true that on the show, Ray is almost always wearing socks, slippers, or shoes. He even wears socks to bed sometimes. Why? Obviously because he is afraid of getting his feet tickled! Robert used to tickle torture his feet when they were children. Debra is actually unaware of how ticklish Ray’s feet are, and Ray hopes to keep it a secret from her. He also has a ticklish neck. Ray definitely prefers to tickle rather than to be tickled. His main target is Debra, but he likes to play tickle monster with the kids as well.
Debra: Debra is extremely ticklish (a fact made known on the show) and she is often tickled by Ray. She doesn’t usually tickle him back because she’s not into it as much as Ray is. She does enjoy being tickled but only when she is in the right mood. Sometimes, if she is in a bad mood, Ray will tickle her in an attempt to cheer her up. Sometimes it works, but other times it just annoys her. Debra’s most ticklish spots would be her armpits, ribs, stomach, and feet.
Robert: Robert is very ticklish (this fact is revealed on an episode of the show). His most ticklish spot would be his stomach especially in and around his belly button. He enjoys being tickled when he is in the right mood. He often plays tickle monster with his niece Ally and nephews Michael and Geoffrey. The kids love it when their sweet Uncle Robert playfully tickles them. He greatly enjoys tickling Amy during their intimate moments together and he always wishes that she would tickle him back, but she doesn’t always get him back. Sometimes Robert will ask her to tickle his tummy which Amy finds precious and will oblige. His deep, booming laugh is totally cute and Amy loves it.
Amy: Amy is most ticklish on her sides, which Robert discovered and was more than happy to take advantage of. She is shy about being tickled and a little embarrassed by her laugh, but Robert assures Amy that her laugh is adorable. As a child, Amy was tickled by her big brother who was playful but always gentle with her.
Frank: Frank is not ticklish and doesn’t have much interest in it. However, he does have a soft side and did occasionally tickle Robert and Ray back when they were young children. He still tickles Marie from time to time.
Marie: Marie isn’t super ticklish, but she is ticklish enough to squirm and giggle a bit. Frank will tickle her during times when he is being frisky and flirty. She used to tickle Ray and Robert all the time back when they were kids. From playing ‘this little piggy’ with their toes to blowing raspberries on their tummies. Eventually, the boys got old enough to the point where they didn’t want to be tickled by their mom anymore, but Marie still treasures those beautiful memories in her heart.
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jtechnidfl · 2 months ago
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Forgive me, I’m not great at Angel’s Design
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icedsodapop · 1 year ago
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Of fucking course Sacha Baron Cohen will come out swinging for Amy Schumer
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That said, remember the time Sacha Baron Cohen labeled a Palestinian non-profit employee a "terrorist" in his film, Bruno?
And that's not even covering the islamophobic caricatures the man had created in his career (Ali G). He has always been an anti-Palestinian islamophobic asshole.
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doe-earth-n · 3 days ago
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Richie explains about a toxic friend in the aftermath of the Christmas game blowing out; During dinner, Bruce makes Damian apologize to everyone for his actions before revealing his punishment for Damian.
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Happy Birthday Isla Fisher!
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nerds-yearbook · 4 months ago
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In 1893, H.G. Wells was showing off his Time Machine that he had constructed to a small group of select friends. What he didn’t realize was that one of the friends was actually Jack the Ripper. When the police came close to capturing the murderer, the killer used Wells’ machine to escape to 1979.(Time After Time, Flm)
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kamilah-is-queen · 5 months ago
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I’m open to asks and fic requests if anyone out there wants to spam my inbox… 😁
I figured I’d broaden my horizons a little, to try and help keep other stans happy, so I’ll be happy to write for any BloodBound character. I’ll just make a note to make different sections on my masterlist for the different pairings.
And yes, your asks will be answered within a week, that’s a promise. I’ve got a few weeks left till I get busy again, so hurry!
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pussydemolisher900 · 10 months ago
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karlenatheone · 2 years ago
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I'm with Baron on this one 🤣
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jazzschmazz · 2 years ago
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deadhorserecords · 2 years ago
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iloveillusion · 1 year ago
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“I love you, Amy. Will you marry me? […] I’m ready to be happy.”
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galadriel1010 · 8 months ago
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Not to overthink about this or anything, but the consequences of some of Phryne's decisions are hilarious and genuinely life changing in ways that the show never touches on.
Phryne flies to England. In doing so, she becomes the first woman to fly solo between the two countries. The real first woman to fly between the two countries was Amy Johnson. Yes, that Amy Johnson. She was a complete unknown when she set off from Croydon, and only started attracting attention when she was in Asia and on schedule to break the record for fastest journey. When she eventually reached Darwin, she received over 500 telegrams, and a crowd of over 30,000 people welcomed her when she arrived in Melbourne. Shell received so many complaints about her route from people who wanted her to visit their town that they had to put an announcement in the paper that it was nothing to do with them.
Miss Fisher is not an unknown. By the time she leaves Australia, she is the daughter of a Baron and the niece of one of Melbourne's more respectable matriarchs. She has directed a box-office breaking film after investigating the murder of its much-loved star, organised a tennis tournament and investigated the murder of a rising tennis star, and additionally been involved in the investigation of the murders of a hugely popular and successful football player, a noted theatre actor, a well-known French artist and a racing driver.
It's no wonder she had Frederick Burn outside her house. She was already a celebrity, before she set off on such a ridiculous endeavour. She's the sort of woman who gets featured on stamps, and in ranges of inspirational books for little girls. She has almost certainly been a Barbie.
The personal life section of her Wikipedia is just going to be a list of notable men she was rumoured to be engaged to and then Jack, at the bottom of a 10,000 word essay about all the other ridiculous shit that she did, and it will double in length when the Official Secrets Act expires.
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spaceagebachelormann · 9 months ago
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𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬
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!!REQUEST REQUIREMENTS!!
-> state the character, romantic or platonic, the format of the request, and a plot
-> do you have any specifics for the reader? blonde, poc, male, neurodivergent, etc? (please keep in mind i will write poc readers but i’m white so they may be a little difficult for me)
-> requests are preferred to be sent through inbox, but i can make dms work if needed
-> PLEASE ACTUALLY SPECIFY WHAT YOU WANT WITH YOUR REQUEST!! ITS VERY HARD FOR ME TO WRITE “____ x reader fluff” GIVE ME A PLOT LINE
!!WHAT I WILL WRITE!!
-> platonic
-> romantic
-> familial
-> any gender x any gender
-> headcanons
-> long fics
-> multi character
-> blurbs
-> poly relationships
-> x reader
-> i will only write cheating if it’s a character comforting r after being cheated on, not a character cheating on r
!!WHAT I WONT WRITE!!
-> smut (i’m 15)
-> yandere
-> most aus, ask about the specific au before requesting an au
-> incest
-> age gaps
-> canonical gay/lesbian character x a man (if lesbian) or a woman (if gay)
-> song fics
-> things about ocs
-> ships
-> sunshine x grumpy tropes, i’m horrible at this trope
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character list
keeper of the lost cities
sophie foster, dex dizznee, fitz vacker, keefe sencen, biana vacker, marella redek, maruca chebota, tam song, linh song, wylie endal, jensi babblos, stina heks, elwin hesledge
harry potter
harry potter, ron weasley, hermione granger, neville longbottom, luna lovegood, ginny weasley, fred weasley, george weasley, sirius black, james potter, remus lupin, mary macdonald, marlene mckinnon, lily evans, dorcas meadows, regulus black, barty crouch jr, narcissa black, andromeda black, bellatrix lestrange
ride the cyclone
ocean o’connell rosenberg, noel gruber, mischa bachinski, ricky potts, jane doe/penny lamb, constance blackwood
the outsiders
ponyboy curtis, johnny cade, sodapop curtis, darry curtis, steve randall, twobit matthews, dallas winston, cherry valance
the school for good and evil
agatha, sophie, tedros, hort, hester, anadil, dot, nicola, rhian mistral, rafal mistral, clarissa dovey, leonora lesso
little women
jo march, amy march, beth march, meg march, laurie
dracula
dracula, lucy westenra, arthur holmwood, john seward, mina harker, abraham van helsing, renfield, quincey morris, jonathan harker, the brides
frankenstein
victor frankenstein, elizabeth lavenza, henry clerval, adam frankenstein, justine mortiz, ernest frankenstein, the bride
dr jekyll and mr hyde
henry jekyll, edward hyde, richard enfield, gabriel utterson, hastie lanyon, lucy harris
phantom of the opera
christine daaé, erik destler, raoul de chagney, meg giry, carlotta giudicelli
the mighty ducks
charlie conway, adam banks, lester averman, guy germaine, connie moreau, fulton reed, dean portman, julie gaffney, ken wu, luis mendoza, dwayne robertson
david bowie
david bowie, ziggy stardust, jareth, thomas jerome newton, celliers
daisy jones and the six
daisy jones, billy dunne, graham dunne, karen sirko, warren rhodes, pete loving/roundtree, eddie loving/roundtree, camila dunne, simone jackson
doctor who bbc
ninth doctor, tenth doctor, eleventh doctor, twelfth doctor, rose tyler, jack harkness, mickey smith, donna noble, martha jones, clara oswald, river song, amy pond, rory williams, simm! master, missy/gomez master
miss peregrines home for peculiar children
jacob portman, emma bloom, millard nulling, enoch o’connor, olive elephanta, alma peregrine
good omens
crowley, aziraphale, ineffable husbands (poly), beelzebub <3, gabriel, ineffable bureaucracy (poly), nina, maggie, nina and maggie (poly), anathema
what we do in the shadows
nandor the relentless, nadja of antipaxos, laszlo cravensworth, colin robinson, guillermo de la cruz, the guide, baron afanas
yellowjackets
shauna shipman, lottie matthews, misty quigley, taissa turner, van palmer, natalie scatoricco, jackie taylor, travis martinez
miscellaneous characters
sarah williams, bernard the elf, rodrick heffley, varian, lisa frankenstein, the creature (lisa frankenstein)
UPCOMING FANDOMS : star trek, american horror story, torchwood, x-men, gossip girl, hannibal, sherlock, ghosts, house md
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houserosaire · 4 months ago
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Prompt #5: Stamp
The ruin had been a church once, not so very long ago. Silvaineaux had just seen his thirtieth summer and he remembered when it had held pride of place in the small village, tall and intact and gleaming with bright-hued glass. It had not compared to Ishgard’s cathedral even then, of course, but it had been beautiful when he was a boy.
It was certainly not beautiful now. The gleaming tiles of the roof were scattered under the snow and the windows gaped like empty eye sockets in the broken remnants of the walls. He swung down from Joyeux almost reluctantly, the crunch of his boots meeting the snow loud in the emptiness that once had been a street. “Wait here, mon fidèle ami.”
Joyeux whistled a low response, quietly, as if the silence oppressed him too.
Silvaineaux reached up to scratch at his cheek. “I’ll be back in a moment.” He said, and left the reins draped over the pommel.
He crossed to what had been the door of the church in determined strides. No door hung in that empty and half broken frame, and the space within had been open to the sky for years. He could not see the flooring under the snow, nor the blood. Yet the dragon’s fire had left its mark on what remained of the walls. Its skull too remained,  empty of eyes and teeth alike.
Silvaineaux spared it one long look, but then turned away. He had not come here for the dragon. Nor only for the memories he had left in this place, though they crowded around him thick and fast until he could almost feel again the heat of the fire that had seared the altar and smell the reek of dragon and blood.  
He closed his eyes as though that might shut them out. The air was cold. He smelled neither blood nor scales even if the faint scent of charring lingered even now. Silvaineaux thought of the page in the book that had brought him here on this fool’s errand, imagining the old picture, counting the pillars, then he opened eyes and turned. He counted the pillars, found the stretch of wall he wanted. 
It still stood even if it was burned black. He tugged off his glove to run his bare fingers across it. It was cold enough to burn and his fingers  came away dark with soot, but he could feel the ridges of the carving he had expected beneath. It was the work of a few moments to tug out the paper he’d brought, to run the edge of a pencil over it until the marks beneath appeared on the sheet. The hawk with its rosary, beneath that the words. ‘In memory of Baron Aristide de Rosaire who gave his life in this place.’  
He had not noticed it on the day he almost lost his own life in this place. No one would notice it now, hidden as it was beneath the char on a ruined wall. Yet his forebear had left his stamp on this place, his blood in this land. 
Silvaineaux reached out again to set his own hand over the shape of the hawk on the wall and finally turned to look at the place nearer the door where the far fresher blood should have been. His breath left him in a sigh that was equal parts relief and grief. There was only snow, the blood hidden away beneath all the intervening years of it. The thing he had half feared was not there either. 
No youthful spirit lingered to rebuke him.
Rolling his paper he tucked it into his jacket and crossed to kneel in the snow there as he had knelt on that spot once before. The last time it had been to take something up. This time he had brought something to leave. He tugged a small metal plate from the pouch at his belt to tuck in against the stone of the wall. It had no family’s crest to ornament it, no embellishment, only a few carefully chosen words.
‘In memory of Florent Gagnon who gave his life in this place.’
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sonic-zombie-crisis · 27 days ago
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In the baron wasteland, dangers lurking below and safety is scarce, a leader rose to protect as many as she could.
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"If anyone hears me, contact would be appreciated, any form, help, entertainment, just something to distract from the worries outside"
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Asks are open to the surviving members of the apocalypse, Amy Rose will try her best to answer to you're questions
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