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khookn · 3 months ago
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Well I'll be honest, I don't really understand!
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museforyourthoughts · 7 months ago
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I know this is a minor point, but can I just say how kind it was for the residents of Westview to take care of Agatha (Agnes) while she was off of her gourd for three years? Indulging in whatever her reality was that week, bringing her groceries, probably mowing her lawn, etc. That's a real community feeling right there. 🥹
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lisluvstwd · 22 days ago
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He’s just so 😋🖤
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gneebee · 24 days ago
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Sunday with Norman
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cubbihue · 7 months ago
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You said that none of Timmy family and friends noticed he's been replaced with Chimmy Changa. Could this imply that his enemies might notice something is up? Either:
1. Timmy's been acting weird I GOTTA figure out what's going on. (Crooker? DINKLEBURGGGGG!)
2. This brat isn't fun to threaten/torture Imma find a new target (Vicki, France?)
But these are humans. Would his non-humans allies/enemies notice? Mark Chang, Dark Laser, Gary?
1/2
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[This is a 2-part ask. The Art Above is related to 2/2]
Enemies? Who would have beef with a 10 year old kid?? Besides his own parents, that is.
Dark Laser and Gary were originally wishes. When Timmy became a fairy, he converted all of his unwishes into his changeling, so they no longer have corporal forms. They're just energy to keep his changeling functional.
Bitties Series: [Start] > [Previous] > [Next]
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cometcrystal · 7 months ago
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pondering a lot about THAT'S THE NORM! and now i'm formulating an actual suzy & norm friendship. here are some scenarios
SCENARIO 1
suzy has just turned 16. candace is no longer her nemesis (because having a nemesis is a two-way street - suzy learned that during a seminar). she is applying for an internship at LOVEMUFFIN (she would have applied earlier and easily been accepted, but for legal reasons, they don't accept interns under 16). as part of her application, she has to carry out and document an evil scheme of her choosing.
idk what the exact scheme would be because this is just a conceptual post about character dynamics but she begins looking at classifieds for henchman listings. she'd much rather do it all by herself, but she is still Tiny and not physically strong at all, so she needs some muscle on short notice. she sees a "henchman for hire - will accept hamster food as payment" listing under the name Norm Doofenshmirtz, and gets in touch with him because he can lift up to 15 tons
when they first meet, she's initially put off by his general norm-ness, so she just assigns him to his muscle duties and goes on with her plan. but throughout the day, he suggests ideas and does things that actually ENHANCE the plan's evilness, and she is very impressed. hypothetical episode ends with "norm, i think this is the beginning of a beautiful henchmanship"
SCENARIO 2
suzy works towards helping norm become a Real Boy because it's something he's wanted for such a long time, and she doesn't mind doing him a favor. she generates him a brainless, soulless, humanoid flesh vessel from DNA she obtained from a barber shop, and transfers his consciousness to a mechanical brain which she puts in the vessel's skull.
he very quickly finds out that being a human sucks actually. he doesn't like actually HAVING to sleep instead of just shutting off. he doesn't like the sensation of chewing food. etc etc. PLUS, he still feels the same on the inside. he still thinks the same as he did in his original body, still feels the same emotions.
he goes back to his robot self pretty quickly and very happily says "let's never speak of this again!" and suzy is like "agreed" and dissolves the flesh vessel in a vat of acid. yes i recognize this is like a horror movie. yes i think the dwampyverse is messed up enough for this to be plausible
SCENARIO 3
suzy saves norm from being permanently deactivated/destroyed somehow. as they're fleeing the scene, norm is like "ms. johnson, you saved me!" and she's like "of course i did. you're my best friend."
(suzy is not very popular in school and she prefers it that way, but norm is the first time she's ever experienced having a long-lasting friendly relationship with someone that wasn't related to her)
she pauses. "we are friends, right?" he cries a motor oil tear. "now i know i have a heart. because it's growing!"
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sillyscred · 9 months ago
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if ya like dialtown please draw norm i love him i love him so much 💕💕
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Here you go!!!!
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someone who has never watched phineas and ferb guess what is happening here
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rhetthammersmithhorror · 2 years ago
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Hiruko the Goblin ✦ 1991 ✦ 妖怪ハンター ヒルコ
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aro-ace-culture-is · 1 year ago
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Just a rant.
Aroace culture is being annoyed at people over sexualizing and romanticizing things like bedroom, sleepover, boy/girl friendship, dates, physical affection and kissing. Even confessions. I think it has been drilled into our brains so much even aroaces might feel weird and careful displaying any of them.
Though I'm the one saying this, I do feel awkward and afraid of displaying affection to my friends and family. "Is this right? Am I a creep?" I doubt myself, sometimes I even feel ashamed, all this struggle is because my brain follows the so called "norm" which is "a man and woman can't be friends, they can't be alone together in a bedroom without doing anything funny, they can't live together like friends", "Kissing is only sexual/romantic (including pecks)", "dating is romantic" blah blah blah. Gosh! I wanna be so affectionate with my friends, I wanna go on dates, hug them, kiss them, cuddle them...so so much but my brain is currently stuck on these toxic patterns. Even when my friends show affection, I feel weird and ashamed. I hate it.
I gotta get out of these thinking patterns. I hate amatonormativity. I hate over sexualizing or romanticizing things. I hate all the suffering many people including myself are going through because of this, not just aroaces. I just hate it.
Posted on Oct 30, 2023
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itsyouch · 1 year ago
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the sillyyyyy
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khookn · 2 months ago
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He wants to be a real boy!
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floridaboiler · 1 year ago
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preservationofnormalcy · 16 days ago
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Ever encounter cursed water sources? Or have records of any of them?
I mean, plenty. You know, “Cursed” is kind of a broad term. Could mean there’s a revenant in there, could mean it’s haunted. There’s a couple lakes in the country that had a big enough ship sink that Jones took a little slice of it.
I mean, I guess I could tell the story about how I almost got drowned.
This was a few years back. Or geeze, more than that, come to think of it. We’d been hearing stories about a cursed lake in backwoods Minnesota. Usually we’d just file that as an urban myth, maybe send some YouTubers out to make a ridiculous video. Y’know, downplay the urban myth so that nothing comes in to take that place.
But this one had some…frankly really concerning elements. Boats capsized, pets missing. We had some really worrying photos rolling around social media. Everything pointed to some kind of revenant. Vengeful spirit, cursed to roam the watery depths and inflict on others the kind of pain it felt, etc. Standard stuff.
So they sent me, winter coat and all, up to this lake with another agent. It became pretty clear we weren’t seeing a revenant - the carcasses it left behind were stripped bare, so it clearly needed to eat. We tried to stake the place out, watched people fish and swim despite the clearly placed “no swimming” signs. We were getting nothing.
I wanted to try one more thing before we left. Not my smartest idea, and no one should do this over a body of water with extranormal activity of unknown classification. Leave the dumb ideas to the trained dumb decision professionals.
Anyway, I found myself in the dead of night sitting in a crappy rowboat, barely a moon in the sky. I had a life jacket on, thank god. I had rowed out to the center of the lake, not really knowing what I was doing or looking for. I ended up just shouting “we’re here to help, we’re from the Office” out over the water.
It was about a half hour before I heard any kind of reply. I saw some bubbles and tried to figure out what was causing them. “Hey, can you hear me? I’m here from the office, is there any way I can help?”
I heard from behind me a quiet voice say “I need my skin…” and everything went black. The boat turned over like it had been yanked down and I was pinned under it for a second. There’s that half second when you get dunked in the cold water where you’re in shock, you don’t know which way is up. I knew I’d done the stupidest possible thing when I could just barely see the shine of the moon above me, glimmering off the ripples I’d created when I fell through. I could feel hands on me, and I tried to orient myself before I got pulled under. The waterproof flashlight in my hand was on, and after that second of panic I swung it around to whatever was holding me. It recoiled, all long arms and hair, long teeth behind curled lips. It let me go, and I scrambled, throwing off my jacket and swimming up to the capsized boat. I could barely hold onto it, trying to climb up onto the underside - for whatever reason, I could only think of that scene from the Titanic, and I was sure I’d be going out like DiCaprio.
I had just barely caught my breath when I heard a hiss. The thing had breached the surface, just barely, glaring at me over the back of the rowboat, putting a hand on the wood. As if it were trying to push it under the water, make it too heavy to float.
“Selkie!” I knew what he was, and I panicked. I knew the proper thing was to greet it in Gaelic, but I didn’t know any. “Your skin. It’s gone. Someone’s stolen it, is that right?”
The glare softened, but claws gripped the wood, scratching grooves in it. The selkie, that person dipped back under the water until just his eyes were showing.
“We can help,” I said. “We can find the thief and we can bring it back.” I was sure that we could, but needless to say I would have taken any way out at that point.
After a long, tense moment of silence, we managed to come to an understanding. He spoke English with a heavy accent, but it was enough that I could ask him to put my boat back upright and let us give him our card.
The case got handed over to someone else after that. I never learned what he was doing in the States, but I did hear he’s in Seattle now. I wonder how he’s doing.
...Holy ████, Norm.
What? That’s not even my worst story.
I was gonna talk about my ASMO date with a rusalka, but that's terrifying.
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gneebee · 2 months ago
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