#getting answers

[alex-silli-art-corner]

Rammy lois will haunt you forever

... Why are my asks so strange today

[trashyswitch]

...And They Never Stole from Roxanne Again

It is now Freddy's turn to be tickled for stealing her hair products. And unfortunately for Freddy, her need for an explanation has gone right out the window.

Part 2 to Never Steal from Roxanne

It is...too early for this shit...But, I haven't uploaded in about a week. So...Here's the fanfic. This fanfic was suggested by UndertaleSansLuv3. I hope you enjoy!

Roxanne opened up Chica’s dressing room door, revealing her picture perfect white and green hair. It was poofy, soft, and looked like it came from a supermodel. But of course, we all know Roxanne is a part time supermodel. 

“Thanks for letting me use your hair products.” Roxanne told her. 

“No problem! Heck, you can have all my hair products. I don’t even know why I have them! I have no loose hair like you have.” Chica admitted. 

Roxanne giggled. “Well still…thanks.” Roxanne said, taking the Glamrock shopping bag with the hair products in them. “I’ll take these to my dressing room. And then…I have a certain date with a bear…” Roxanne told her. 

“Ooooh! What kind of date? A dinner date? Are you gonna have candles? Flower petals? One Ice cream bowl with two scoops?” Chica asked, slightly teasing her. 

Roxanne rolled her eyes. “No, Chica. It’s not a date-date. I’m planning to get revenge on Freddy for stealing my hair products.” Roxanne told her. Chica widened her eyes. “Wait, really? But…I thought Monty stole your hair products!” Chica protested. 

“They both did. And I already got my revenge on Monty. It’s Freddy’s turn now.” Roxanne replied, turning to leave. 

Chica hummed, slowly starting to understand. “...and am I expected to help? Or what?” Chica asked. 

“Well…” Roxanne turned to face Chica again. “Do you want to help?” Roxanne asked. 

“I…honestly prefer watching.” Chica admitted. 

Roxanne smiled and nodded. “Sounds good. If you need to find me, just follow the sound of Freddy’s laughter.” Roxanne told her. 

“Cluck cluck, captain.” Chica replied. 

Roxanne headed back to her dressing room and dropped off the hair products. This time, instead of keeping them out in the open, Roxanne decided to keep her hair brush and other things in her drawers, and kept the hair products in her closet. Since there were now thieves in the damned Pizzaplex, Roxanne felt it was easier and safer that way. 

Then, Roxanne left her dressing room and looked around to find Freddy. It didn’t take long to find Freddy at all, actually. He was standing near the Monty Gator Golf, watching Monty play around in the attraction. 

“Monty’s getting really good at playing his own golf game.” Freddy told Roxanne. 

Roxanne nodded. “Alright. I’m gonna need you to explain something to me:” Roxanne told him. 

Freddy turned to look at Roxanne. “What is it?” 

Roxanne crossed her arms. “Why were you carrying my hair products around earlier?” Roxanne asked. 

Freddy blinked and raised an eyebrow. “Are you still mad about that?” Freddy asked. “I was carrying them around because I was trying to return them.” Freddy replied. 

“Oh really?” Roxanne reacted, not believing him. 

“Really! Did you not hear what I was saying to you when I first arrived? I said ‘Hey Roxy. I was trying to look for you in your room, but you weren’t there’.” Freddy told her. 

“And you were holding my hair products. You had to have stolen them.” Roxanne said. 

“Again, I was trying to return them to you. I found them in Monty’s room, and I took them to give them back.” Freddy told her. 

“So you DID take them.” Roxanne reacted. 

Freddy narrowed his eyes and groaned. She wasn’t listening to him at all… “Since you are not going to listen, I guess I won’t give you back this pony.” He said, holding up a thick scrunchie. 

Roxanne widened her eyes and pointed to it. “My scrunchie! That’s my favorite one!” Roxanne reacted. “Give it back right now!” Roxanne ordered. 

“Not happening, unless you listen to me.” Freddy replied. 

“Don’t make me do what I did to Monty.” Roxanne warned. 

Freddy sighed. “But I didn’t do anything.” Freddy told her. “You know what? Fine. Just tickle me if that’s what you are craving.” Freddy told her. 

“I thought you’d never ask.” Roxanne replied, pretending to crack her knuckles before tackling Freddy to the ground. 

Freddy laid his hands on the ground beside him. “Alright. Ready.” Freddy said. 

“Let’s- Wait, what?” Roxanne paused, looking at him with confusion. 

“Are you not going to start?” Freddy asked. 

Roxanne huffed and crossed her arms. “No…” She mumbled through her teeth. 

“.....Why?” Freddy asked. 

“Because it’s no fun when you’re not begging for me to stop or get off! I want you to be terrified! Anxious to get out of my grasp!” Roxanne told him. 

“I’m sorry, but…I don’t think you deserve any of that.” Freddy told her. 

“WHAT?!” Roxanne yelled. 

“You clearly do not want an explanation, because I tried to give you an explanation and you won’t listen to it.” Freddy said. “And you obviously want to tickle me and get revenge. So…I’m letting you get revenge so that you can listen to me.” Freddy told her. 

Roxanne was in pure shock. “I-Bu-But- Um- I-” Roxanne stuttered. Roxanne grunted and finally started skittering her fingers in his armpits. “Just shut up!” Roxanne yelled. 

Freddy started snickering right away, closing his eyes as he smiled brightly. “Nahahah. Ihihi rahather lihihike tahahalking, thahank yohohou.” Freddy replied. 

Roxanne growled and moved her fingers down to where his middle ribs should be. Freddy guffawed and arched his back as he bursted out in full-blown laughter. “aaAAAHAHAhahahahahaha! Hahahahappy nohohohow?” Freddy asked. 

Roxanne growled even louder at those words. “I said…SHUT UP!” Roxy yelled, digging her claws deeper into Freddy’s rib area. 

“HahahaHAHAHAHAHA! EEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!” Freddy laughed loudly, wiggling around and kicking his feet. 

“Take that! And that!” Roxanne yelled, tickling his back with her left hand, while resuming her rib tickles with her right hand. 

“OHOHO GEEEEHEHEHEHEEEZ! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Freddy shouted. 

“Freddy, I can’t concentrate with you laughing so loud.” Monty complained. 

Freddy snorted and covered his mouth to try and muffle his laughter a little bit. “Sohohorryyyyy.” Freddy mumbled. 

“You can still golf, Monty.” Roxanne told him. “A little reminder about how loud YOU are. And we live with that!” Roxanne added. 

“At least I don’t scream like an angry teenager!” Monty yelled back. 

“DO YOU WANT TO GET WRECKED AGAIN?!” Roxanne shouted at him. 

“Rohohohoxyyyyy!” Freddy uncovered his mouth. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAP!” Freddy begged. 

“HOW ABOUT YOU FOCUS ON FREDDY AND THEN GET BACK TO ME.” Monty shouted. 

“YOU KNOW WHAT?! I WILL.” Roxanne yelled before looking down at Freddy. “Now give me back my scrunchie!” Roxanne ordered. 

“HAHAHAVE IT.” Freddy said, dropping it in front of her. 

Roxanne removed her hands from his sides and grabbed the scrunchie. She twisted the scrunchie into her hair and then went right back to tickling the ribs. “Thank you.” Roxanne replied. 

“Wait, WHAHAHAHAHAT?! OHOHOHOH COHOHOME OHOHOHON!” Freddy yelled. 

“Thought I was gonna be fair, huh?” Roxanne teased with a smirk. 

“MYHY HAHAHANDS ARE WIHIHIDE OPEHEHEHEN!” Freddy reminded her. 

“Yeah, so?” Roxanne replied. “Why say that?” 

Freddy grabbed Roxanne’s hips and started digging into her hips. “REHEHEVEHENGE!” Freddy yelled. 

Roxanne squealed and removed her hands from his sides to quickly get Freddy’s hands off her. “BAHAHAHA! YOHOHOU CHEHEHEATER!” Roxanne shouted before flopping onto Freddy. 

But the flop sounded more like symbols crashing, thanks to them both being made of metal. Monty paused midswing at the loud crashing noise, and growled. “You guys are SO LOUD!” Monty shouted before taking a swing and completely missing the target. 

Freddy quickly pushed Roxanne off himself and resumed tickling her hips. “Cahahan’t tahake what you dish out?” Freddy asked. 

“SHUHUHUT UHUHUP, FREHEHEHEDDYHYHY!” Roxanne spat. 

“Wow! I was ten times better than this! Why give ME all the sass?” Freddy asked. 

“YOHOU RUHUHUINED MY REVEHEHEHENGE!” Roxanne yelled. 

“And you didn’t listen to my explanation! So it’s all fair and square.” Freddy replied. 

“HOW IS ANYONE SUPPOSED TO FOCUS AT A TIME LIKE THIS?!” Monty shouted, throwing the putter onto the ground in anger. 

Freddy sighed and shook his head. “No one asked your opinion, Monty.” Freddy said. 

Roxanne was too busy laughing to even consider yelling anything back to Monty. “IHIHI’M GOHOHONNA KIHIHICK YOHOU FOR THIHIHIHIS!” Roxanne yelled. 

“Well that doesn’t sound fair, now does it?” Freddy asked. 

Roxanne was about to protest…but then a pair of fingers started tickling her foot. “Speaking of kicking…How would you feel if I tickled this foot for a bit?” Freddy asked. 

Roxanne’s laughter fell into fits of giggles. She curled her feet and covered her mouth to try and muffle the embarrassing giggles she was letting out. 

“Wow! Roxanne is capable of being cute? Who would’ve thought?” Freddy teased. 

“Shuhuhuhush!” Roxanne shouted. 

“Wow! And using the word ‘shush’ instead of ‘shut up’? How unusual for Roxanne.” Freddy added. 

“At least I can somewhat focus now…” Monty muttered out loud. 

“You haven’t given up on golf yet? It’s been 20 minutes of being on the same level.” Freddy reacted. 

“Well jokes on you, I’m now on level 7! So beat that!” Monty replied. 

“Ihihi’m surprihihised he hahahasn’t eheheaten the goholf bahahahall.” Roxanne added. 

“Honestly…I am too.” Freddy replied. 

And the moment Freddy went up to Roxanne’s toes, it was all over. Roxanne guffawed super loudly, scaring Monty in the process, and threw her head left and right as she cackled almost manically. 

A couple seconds later, Freddy finally decided to stop tickling Roxanne. He let Roxanne go and offered her a hand when she felt ready. Roxanne eventually took his hand, and got up to her feet with his help. 

“Alright…I think I’m done with my revenge now.” Roxanne said. “Truce?” She offered her hand. 

Freddy nodded. “Truce.” he said, offering his own hand. 

Roxanne and Freddy did a handshake. But Freddy managed to sneak some tickles onto Roxanne’s palm, of all places. And Roxanne squealed. 

Monty growled as he watched the ball completely miss the hole. “Rox…You made me miss my hole in one!” Monty complained. 

Freddy and Roxanne looked at Monty…then at each other with smirks on their faces. 5 seconds later, and Monty’s loud laughter began to fill the Monty Gator Golf Attraction for a little while. 

Look who’s complaining now, Monty? 

[ikkaku-of-heart]

@indomiitas​ asked: “Foolish people in the past have rattled on the bars of my cage to see if I'd bite. When they released me, they came to realize that the answer was yes,” Drake ground out through his clenched teeth, still holding his head high with pride as he sat slumped on the ground of the Polar Tang. His wounds had been treated and bandaged after their victory in Wano, but seastone cuffs were fixed around his wrists, marking him a hostage. “So tread lightly, pirate.” { for the inbox call, thanks for the patience ♥ }

Unprompted

Ikkaku stood before the red-haired prisoner, a heaping bowl of chicken rice in one hand and a mug of gently steaming coffee in the other. It was hot enough to be pleasant, but far from scalding in case Drake decided he was desperate enough to throw the beverage in her eyes in some kind of escape attempt. Not that she believed he’d get far, what with the restraints and the fact that they’d set out to sea. Still, she was wary.

Wary because, much to her dismay, she now had no idea where his loyalties stood. She’d heard a lot of conflicting stories. Was he a Marine spy? Still loyal to Kaido and the Beast Pirates? A free agent? Allied with the Straw Hats? If he was anything but the last option, she doubted Law would have patched him up after the battle. Yet the way he addressed her as “pirate” had her concerned. It reminded her far too much of their encounters back in the North Blue.

A frown pulled at her lips as she set the food and drink down. Nothing fancy, but nutritious and a large enough portion to hopefully satisfy a man of Drake’s size. “I’m not looking to poke the bear, as it were,” Ikkaku stated, taking a few long strides back before sitting on a low stool. She took his threat seriously - yes he was restrained, but that didn’t mean “Red Flag” X Drake wasn’t still dangerous. Best to at least be out of immediate arm’s reach if she was going to stick around. “Just maybe get some answers before Law releases you back into the wild. You’re an enigma shrouded in mystery wrapped in leather - I figured I’d be better off coming to the source for my answers instead of speculating and picking apart second-hand accounts. And that you’d prefer polite conversation to Law’s method of interrogation.” She winced at that. Her captain clearly wasn’t interested in killing Drake if he’d taken the time and resources to take care of his wounds, but Law also wasn’t the sort to do anything out of the goodness of his heart. Well, unless it was for the crew. So she was certain that eventually, Law would be coming in to wring as much intel out of their hostage as possible before they reached their destination.

Crossing her arms, Ikkaku met Drake’s gaze unflinchingly. “Regardless, it’s my turn to watch you, so we can either chat or I can read to you from my latest erotic novel.” For emphasis, she pulled a paperback book out of one of her boiler suit’s many pockets, the cover displaying a buxom woman trapped in the amorous embrace of what appeared to be a bipedal dragon. “Your choice. I’m not lookin’ for deep secrets - just answers. Like why you freed Law even though you and Hawkins imprisoned him in the first place.”

[everythingwasnormalhere]

pls rb if you think cuddling doesn't have to be s3xual

im tryna prove a point to my bf's mother help me out

[yourfavecharacterisqueer]

hypothetical scenario for you all: the real king arthur returns. you meet him and you welcome him into your home. what is the first thing you do with him? keep in mind, this is a man from the 500s (he died in 542), and you are from the 21st century (2024).

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

"taken" style action movie where a man searches for his wife. as he fights baddies in gunfights and hand-to-hand combat, it's slowly revealed that:

his wife hasn't been kidnapped

their marriage is not healthy or functional

this guy isn't rescuing his wife, he's hunting her down

his wife is a crime boss, those are her henchpeople he's fighting in a john-wick bloodbath

the tension builds until, drenched in blood, our protagonist steps forward for the final showdown. he pulls a manila envelope from his bullet-torn jacket and throws it at his wife's feet. he's just spent an entire trilogy biting & killing & maiming....all so he can deliver his shit wife her divorce papers

[ideas-ideasideasideas]

Batman gives each of his Robins a different code to use when they’re in trouble and need immediate extraction. He promises that when they call, he’ll drop everything just to get to them, come hell or high water.

Jason, during his time with the League, shares his code with Damian, to be used “only in the direst of circumstances, when you have exhausted all other options.” He doesn’t know if Bruce will answer, given how fractured their relationship was before he died, but it is better than nothing. Every tool counts when they live such dangerous lives.

Damian uses it exactly once, and Bruce, who still feels the loss of his son like a yawning chasm in his chest, responds to it even though he knows it can’t be Jason because Jason’s dead. What he finds, instead of Jason, is a boy in League garbs, drenched in blood from the tips of his midnight-black hair to his too-small feet, with a face that Bruce sees himself and Talia in, requesting asylum from a grandfather who wishes to possess his body. Bruce doesn’t question how this boy who is so clearly his son knew the code. Talia al Ghul is resourceful and places family above all; the code is not beyond her abilities to discover, and she is not above using Bruce’s desperate love for his dead son to ensure that hers does not meet the same fate.

Bruce takes Damian in, because of course he does, and since Jason is dead he allows Damian to keep using the code. After all, it’s not like Jason is alive to use it, right? If someone uses the code, there’s no one it could be but Damian, right?

The next time the code is used, Bruce traces the location to Gotham even though Damian was supposed to be in Bludhaven visiting Dick. But whatever happened that resulted in Damian being in Gotham can wait, because he has already failed one son and he will not fail another, his son is in trouble and he needs to get to him, he needs to—

What he finds, instead of Damian, is a boy (just eighteen, too young, but also too old, but also he will always be a boy to him) in League garbs, drenched in blood from the tips of his midnight-black hair to his too-large feet (when had he gotten so big), wearing the face of his dead son.

(Who, maybe, just maybe, may no longer be so dead.)

[lonepower]

yes i Am paying real money to make you all look at our new dog. we've had her for 3 hours and if anything happened to her I'd kill everyone in this room and then myself. her name is Tater Tot

[chloesimaginationthings]

Why did William get FNAF springlocked? Is he stupid?

[carryondrawing]

An alternate universe where The Archivist forgets to top up his oyster card and misses the train

[marsipain]

Norwegian Mikus :)

Left is Miku as a russ and right is Miku in a bunad!

[callisteios]

Would you like to find out what you would be the god of? Take my new uqiz to find out

[inkskinned]

probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.

we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."

at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.

the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.

the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.

what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.

here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.

[samble-moved]

post itself

false flags

trans/adjacent tags

accessibility features

tumblr live post (thanks for the link, @problemnyatic)

flashing / strobing / lights

unblockable flashing ad

buying ad free

staff @/macmanx guilt trip

list of staff + more issues

[homosexualslug]

the difference between these scenes is killing meeeeee

[the-lonelyshepherd]

literally how is it fucking real