#dingus dongus

[aeveni]

The dingus

[demonicnarwhale]

OK OK OK BUS YES BUT I HAD TO EDIT FIN'S HANDS (freckles and hair) OK

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LIST OF TERRIBLE EUPHEMISMS I HAVE BEEN BLASTED WITH

Penis

dingaling

peepee

dingus

dongus

shaft

weewee

a 'third leg'

meat stick

squirming meat

'his leaping salmon'

'the crown to his jewels'

Fleshy cigar

Pork Whistle

an utterly destroyed tube of flesh

purple pneumatic drill

an interesting specimen

beige sledgehammer

meaty windmill

shrinky dink

HIS MISTER CUDDLES.

Anal Artillery

Vagina miner.

shlong

cum sword

taco warmer.

vomit rod.

mutton dagger

a squirming shaft

womb broom

taco tickling toy

fully erect rod

clam hammer

Gash. Mallet.

Did you know that world-renowned writer Stephen King once got hit by a car? Just something to consider

deformed tube that was left of his manhood

His big, thick sludge pump

Ravine wrecker

Thrill drill

all that was left was a bit of raw soaked meat

His Old Man Drizzle

Ooze injector

Her slime filled lollipop

Musky man candy

His piss pump

his cure for her pestulince

"Their joy knob"

His slit slamming freight train

Blood sausage.

Gut stick.

Bone horn.

the pulsating slug salter

his jumping jingler

his shiny gold coin

Her squinty blow-pop.

his nope rope

magical girl wand

Vagina

throbbing jazz café

gaping cavern

her wishing well

her animal trap

Unsure

Crotch cannon

Look at my fucking art or so help me god @magical-art-blog

[grandwretch]

I think modern au famous steddie should come out exclusively on Robin's Instagram and its a picture of them cuddling and its captioned 'dingus and dongus' and thats the only time any of them mention it until Eddie is like btw I'm getting married :)

[steventhusiast]

steve’s in the middle of trying to organise a pile of returned tapes by genre when he hears the bell on the door ring. his eyes flicker up to family video’s door, and he intends to only check the customer doesn’t look suspicious, but when he sees who’s entered the store he can’t help the smile that creeps onto his face.

“eds!” he greets his boyfriend, happily abandoning his task to lean onto the counter and watch eddie walk up to him.

“your highness.” eddie greets dramatically, and steve watches as he does a quick scope of the store as he reaches the counter. it’s empty, so of course eddie hops up and over the obstacle to stand next to steve.

“what the hell, eddie!” robin complains as eddie knocks into her half-organised tape pile on his way over, sending a couple tapes onto the ground.

eddie looks at her with a wide-eyed ‘oops’ expression, and then picks up the tapes, attempting to put them back in their place.

“sorry, buck.”

“yeah, yeah.” she huffs, but she’s smiling a little so steve knows she’s not actually mad. she holds up a copy of back to the future, and raises an eyebrow, “you put this in the romance pile.”

“stevie says marty tries to bang his mom in that, so am i really wrong?”

robin blinks at him a couple times, and then shakes her head and resumes her pile-sorting, seemingly done with them for now.

eddie finally smiles at steve from where he is next to him, and gently takes his hand and squeezes it under the counter.

“missed you last night.” he says. steve shuffles his feet a little in response, and squeezes his hand back.

“missed you too. you know how my parents are when they’re in town.”

“yeah, i know.” eddie’s soft smile switches to something more playful as he pauses, “too bad though, had biiig plans for us involving.. one of our most recent purchases in indy.”

robin makes a gagging sound from where she’s stood, and as steve blushes and opens his mouth to say something in reply she reaches over to push at his shoulder and then starts talking before he gets the chance to.

“i say this with love because you are my favourite dingus and dongus, if you make me stand here and listen to you make vague sexual references while i get paid minimum wage to organise these stupid tapes, i might do something drastic.”

eddie snorts at her words.

“you have such a way with words, robs.”

for some reason she looks offended at that, and steve chuckles to himself as he waits for the verbal tennis match to start between them.

they’re interrupted by the bell at the door telling them another customer has walked in, so steve glances over again and-

oh. it’s tommy’s mom.

somehow, for some reason, tommy never told his parents that they’re not on speaking terms anymore. steve had been absolutely dumbfounded the first time mrs hagan came over to say hello after their fight. he’d been expecting her to start chewing him out for upsetting her baby, but instead she’d asked how his mother was doing and had given him a motherly hug like always.

so, he steels himself for an interaction that will later make him feel a strange mix of nostalgic, sad and angry.

“steve! i forgot you work here.” mrs hagan grins at him as she walks over, a copy of pretty in pink in her hand.

“hi mrs hagan.” he offers her a half-hearted smile, and she puts the tape on the counter.

“just came to return this. such a lovely surprise to see you, though. it’s been too long honey! i’m sure tommy misses having you around, i know i do.” she says, and steve winces slightly as he feels robin’s eyes on him.

“oh, yeah. it’s, it’s real nice to see you too mrs h.” there’s an awkward pause where mrs hagan frowns a little at his lack of response to her tommy-related words, so he continues, “time really does fly when you’re not at high school anymore. barely have time to see any of my friends, really.”

he pointedly doesn’t look over to where eddie is now helping robin through the pile of tapes. mrs hagan nods uncertainly, and after steve’s finished with her return and a couple seconds of awkward silence have passed, she nods to herself.

“right, well.. i’ll be off then. we’re actually having a small gathering this weekend, honey. i bet tommy would love to see you there!” she tries at a smile again, but steve can’t really hide the panic in his eyes at the offer.

“oh! i’d- i’d love to mrs h, but i am just-“ he makes a vague gesture with his hands, “so swamped. really busy weekend.”

mrs hagan looks sad at his words, but nods again slowly.

“another time then.”

“sure.” steve lies, and watches as she leaves.

once she’s gone, he thinks about what the party would be like if he does go. he won’t, obviously, but.. what if?

realistically, he knows tommy would be the same jerk he’d been when they last talked a few years ago. but the more childish part of him that remembers his friendship with tommy through rose-coloured glasses wants to believe it could be fun.

maybe it’d be like old times, and he and tommy would take turns pushing each other into the pool. then they’d get each other a plate of food, purposely putting something they know the other doesn’t like on it because they think it’s funny. and finally, after a few hours they’d sneak off to tommy’s room and hang out, talking about anything and everything that comes to mind.

a big part of steve knows tommy was a toxic friend, that they weren’t good for each other and their relationship was strained and unhealthy. but a small part of him misses him more deeply than he wants to admit.

sometimes, when robin asks him a question about his childhood and he realises she hasn’t been his friend since birth, he thinks about how tommy would know that because he’d been there since the start. or she’ll falter when looking for a plate and steve knows tommy could navigate his kitchen with his eyes closed.

but in the same vain, robin will know that he’s got a migraine coming just from the smallest of winces, and steve thinks about how tommy doesn’t even know he gets migraines now. and she knows which floorboard in his room covers a pile of polaroids of him and eddie, and he thinks about how tommy wouldn’t even be safe enough to tell about their relationship.

“you in there, stevie?” eddie says from beside him, jokingly knocking on the top of his head.

steve smiles at him, and bumps him with his shoulder affectionately.

“yeah, just thinking.” he says, and looks at the glass door again. mrs hagan’s car is pulling out of the lot now.

“careful, that sounds dangerous.” robin jokes, and then makes trumpet noises with her mouth as she sorts the final tape into the correct pile.

eddie joins in with her dramatics, going as far as to mime playing his trumpet. robin critiques the way he’s miming holding one, and eddie scoffs at her and tells her to mime playing guitar so he can make fun of her back.

steve smiles to himself, and looks away from the car as it drives away.

he may miss his friendship with tommy sometimes, but this? he wouldn’t trade this for the world.

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idk what this is but i hope u enjoyed it

inspired by one of my old best friends’ parents who used to come into the store i worked at and say hi to me because they didn’t know our friendship group had a MASSIVE falling out. i miss that friendship a lot sometimes even though it was toxic, and those thoughts inspired this because every thought i have can be projected onto steve if i try hard enough

[bernie-buddy]

Dingus Dongus

[themeowchives]

Dingus and Dongus ❤️

Felt like working on these a little bit since I drew them so long ago!

[robertseanleonardthinker]

ding dong stands for dingus dongus

[serotoninswitch]

So my girlfriend @msmhari hears me refer to two of our dogs as "dingus" and "dongus". Which she decides to question me on. Which normally wouldn't be a problem if she wasn't stoned. I get about halfway into my explanation before she's confusing "boo boo" as a title instead of what it is, a classification of creatchur. Then as I begin to correct this pet etymological error, our wife has the gall to say that *I'm* being ridiculous!

You're laughing! I'm trying to explain the intricate etymological origins of the term "boo boo bear" and you're laughing!

[demonicnarwhale]

busy busy busy but took a quick little break from projects and ended up drawing these dingus, dongus, dangus

they are debating the "morals" or "ethics" of cannibalism (I'm sure you can tell who's on what side)

Or Fin and HK are both just trying to get Trace to agree with whatever dumbass take they're arguing about.

Teehee also some Itchy and HK shenanigans (a reminder to myself that i have a good handful of silly little dialogue between The Felt members that I need to draw)

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a dingus

a dongus

[trueromajilyrics]

Happy Halloween - Junky (Vocaloid)

★ True Romaji Lyrics ★

Nee mou kuraku nari sou dakara De-chatte mo ii kashira? Chotto ne mahou ni kake-rareta Kimi no okashi kara tabe-chau zo

Kitto mou kiri ga koku naru kara Minna atsumaru kana? Jitto matte amai mono gaman shita Gohoubi wo hora

Hitotsu futatsu kane no ne Sawagi-dasu chiisai obake-tachi Kyou wa yuru-shite kureru no Saa machi ni ikou

Datte Happii Harowin Itazura shichau zo dingu-dongu-dangu Acchi mo kocchi mo torikku oa toriito Kyandii wa kurenai no? Datte Happii Harowin Itaike na rantan panpunkin Tsukareta jakku mo odoru yo asa made

Datte Happii Harowin Obake no kabu datte ra ra ra Kyou wa machijuu torikku oa toriito Choko mo choudai yo Datte Happii Harowin Fushigi na sekai e youkoso Tsukareta jakku mo utau yo Rettsu torikku oa toriito

Motto motto hoshii Yokubari goosuto Mou nai? Sore nara Itazura no ejiki ne

Kure nai ie nante niwaki ni Toiretto peepaa guruguru shicha e Kon'ya wa rantan tomo shiteru nara amai no choudai Saa Rettsu Paatii Naito

Hora datte Happii Harowin Tokei mo mawaru tikku-takku Acchi mo kocchi mo torikku oa toriito Me mo kuramu panpukin pai Datte Happii Harowin Dakara yofukashi shichau ja nai Tsukareta jakku mo nenai wa asa made

Datte Happii Harowin… Datte Happii Harowin… Datte Happii Harowin…

Kyou wa Happii Harowin Saa Rettsu torikku oa toriito Akai kyandii koro ga shite Asa made neta kunai

★ Song link || Base romaji || Resource 1 || Resource 2 ★

[surreallyokay]

[captains log]

talked to my therapist today about how I felt like the death of our fish khumbo was basically a reset on all the animal care I've ever done and I'm a horrible animal husband (classic bpd switching on myself) and that it was hard to watch him die. I told her how we were trying to decide to leave him be to die in peace, euthanize him so he doesn't suffer, or try to save him and we decided to do whatever we could to save him, we eneded up having a friend rush us over a quarentine tank, filter, airstone, and medicine but like the dude was already upside down and bloody by the time we knew something was wrong (cichlids amirite). she was like 'yeah I don't think most people would even think to do anything at all about their fish dying' and yeah. kinda shifted my perspective especially seeing how dingus dongus DUMBUS people are about animal care. like, I don't cry every time an animal passes work or really show it im upset outwardly because that emotion does not compute in the work setting (I have so many animals to take care of !!), I pray over the bodies wishing for a better life next time for every animal (the other day my brand new corowker saw me do it....lmao). maybe even the smallest gestures to the smallest animals made a difference. maybe because someone DID care that the fish was killed next life he will have a little more love in his heart. Anyway onto the joke. So it's funny that the other 3 cichlids beat khumbo to death because they have not given a flying fuck about the catfish or the clownloach who lives RIGHT NEXt to the most defensive one!! like they legit all decided that Banjo the catfish is cool and GRegor the loach is cool but FUCK that albino ass in the corner!!!! Khumbo is buried a plants so he is feeding a new life already <3

[spottedbread]

dingus

dongus

[void-dragon4]

hi im void or [redacted]. i don't normally talk about labels anymore because of uhhhhhhhhhhhh *war flashbacks to 3 tumblr accounts ago* but im always down to educate.

I'm asexual and sex repulsed. Do not experience the sexual attraction at all. Trust me I've tried. If you have more questions feel free to send an ask but no disk horse please.

I'm transgender. I was assigned female at birth and dingus dongus they were wrongus. I'd probably be less adamant about this label if people did not force conformity on me but here we are.

Now into the weeds

I've called myself nonbinary, genderfluid, agender, and transmasc (mainly when I'm trying to convince people to stop treating me like a woman. it never works lmao). Point is, my gender is fucked UP left right and center and i like it that way. I'm also a drag king and a drag queen. Now give me top surgery.

Over the years I've identified as a gay woman (butch4butch before i knew what that was), a femme and butch lesbian, biromantic, and a gay man (briefly). I still wanna support the lesbian and bi communities and give back to them because they've done a lot for me.

Now I use the label caedoromantic. I was capable of experiencing romantic attraction at one point but so much shit went down that it kinda damaged that capability. I'm perfectly fine in that regard, I'm not broken or anything. it is what it is. I may even be regaining the ability, which is why i'll use greyromantic nowadays but honestly who gives a fuck at this point.

@thelordofshrimp @pr0m37h3um we've talked about labels and queer history before so if you'd like to share your thoughts please feel free (no pressure though)

in honour of pride month, im starting a tag game! if you feel comfortable, share your labels and what they mean! if you dont label yourself/dont know the correct labels for yourself, you can just describe yourself instead :)

its important for us in the lgbtqia+ community to remember that, while a lot of us just sit under the 'gay' or 'queer' umbrella when talking about ourselves, many of us use labels that are more precise, but feel we cant share our full selves with others because its 'too much' or 'too confusing'. yknow that tiktok sound where one person describes a long complicated coffee and the other just says 'tea'? share your complicated coffee!! be your full selves!

to start us off, im abrosexual and genderfluid (flags in my pfp)! i use they/she/he pronouns. abrosexuality is a fluidity of sexuality, which in my case means that my sexuality fluctuates in tandem with my gender. so, when im feeling more fem/genderless, i only really find myself romantically attracted to non-men, but on more masc days i might have some romantic attraction to someone of any gender. some days, i have no romantic attraction at all, no matter what my gender presents as. my sexual attraction fluctuates too, but less in relation to my gender identity. it also holds no correlation to my romantic attraction.

reblog and tag to share!! np tags: @my-castles-crumbling @starmanbutitsregulusblack @siriuslygay1981 @icarus-last-fall and an open tag!! if you see this, youre officially invited to share!! no matter what your sexuality/gender identity is, this is a safe place to share it! <33