#t$$ Joy

[befuddled-calico-whump]

How does the t$$ cast act when they're sick?

Joy: (the one who doesn't want to go lay down)

[traaansfem]

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[egophiliac]

wait, hold on, I love them

[urghblergh]

Spock lets his hair grow out a little and everyone's in love with each other. 🤲

[princess-fairytales]

This body of yours and mine ♡

[to-boldly-escape]

Shore leave date ☕️🍩💕

[synchodai]

Say what you will about Aegon II, but not since Bobby B has there been such a quotable character on this show. His hits include but are not limited to:

"I have dared, and I find it rather stimulating."

"The queen is an enduring mystery."

"He's pretending to be his own twin. Brilliant."

"I DECLARE WAR! [war has been declared for days, if not months, already]"

"You marry her then."

"Perhaps we could just return his sheep. He came all this way."

And these are just the lines I remember off the top of my head.

[kangseulqi]

JOY ♡ Tod's Venezia 🌊

[beif0ngs]

Can you hear it...? The drums of liberation!!

GEAR 5 LUFFY PREMIERING ON AUGUST 6TH, 2023!!!

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Augusnippets Day 5: Drunk Caretaking

cw: alcohol, blood

for the @augusnippets challenge // word count: 632

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“That all you got?” Joy slammed her empty shotglass onto the bartop, sliding it back and signalling to the bartender for another. The poor guy seemed more than a little concerned as he obliged, probably for the integrity of his establishment. Joy couldn't blame him. This was a tiny spot in a tiny town; more of a hipster bar than a roadhouse, unprepared for any shenanigans she and Finley may rain down.

“I can do this all night,” Finley said with a grin, leaning forward in her seat. She rapped on the bar with her knuckles. “Make it a double.”

The bartender let out a woeful sigh, but poured it anyway.

They'd run into each other by pure coincidence; both of them running a quick mission in the same small town. Finley'd looked a little beat up when they’d all-but crashed into each other, but she’d cracked the usual smile through the blood and invited her for drinks. Joy couldn't resist.

She raised her glass. “It's only a matter of time before you're on the ground. Might as well give up now.”

“Is that a promise, Cavan?”

Joy fought the urge to look away, gulping down her shot hastily as the blonde woman laughed.

“We both know you can't keep up.”

“Wanna bet?” Joy slid the glass back. “Another bubble— double.” Okay, so maybe it was going to her head a little bit, but Finley was looking a little dazed herself, eyelids drooping, smile turning loopy. Cute.

Nope. Not cute. An opponent Joy would definitely triumph over in this drinking contest.

Amd then they could go for drinks.

You're already going for drinks, dipshit.

Trying to breathe through her nose and not make it obvious she was blushing, Joy reached for her refilled glass. 

She froze when she heard something shatter.

It was Finley's glass, slipping from her hand as the woman suddenly slumped forward. Joy leapt up to catch her, nearly falling over with the sudden rush of dizziness that came with standing.

“Finley? Hey!” Unable to keep her balance, Joy dropped to a kneel, careful to keep her companion from hitting the ground too hard. Finley's eyelids fluttered.

“Hey hon,” she slurred. “Come here often?”

Shit, why had that hit her so suddenly? Why—? Her breath caught at the blooming red on Finley’s shirt.

What the fuck?

Joy swallowed down her panic, feeling more sober by the second. Had she been shot? How had neither of them noticed?

“What happened?” She tore open Finley's button down, revealing a thick layer of bandages wrapping around her waist.

“Shiiit, at least buy me dinner first.”

“Finley.” Blood was seeping through the white gauze on her torso. Joy pulled it away, revealing a hastily stapled gash across her stomach, oozing a steady stream of red.

“What the fuck? Did you seriously ask me out right after getting stabbed?”

“Sounded fun.”

“For drinks?”

“R’lax. Used a coagulant.”

The bartender was palefaced, leaning over the bartop with wide eyes. “Should I call an ambulance?”

“No,” they both snapped, and he retreated. Joy folded the gauze over, making a thicker pad and pressing it into the wound. Something in her heart twisted at Finley’s little cry of pain, but she pushed it back.

“Hold pressure on it,” she ordered, guiding her hands over the gauze.

“I know,” Finley muttered.

“Do you?” With a hand under her shoulders and another gripping the bar, Joy managed to get them both up. Her car was nearby. She had a med kit there, good enough to stabilize her until they made it back to the compound.

“Can't believe you’re dumb enough to go drinking after a stab wound,” she muttered.

“Can you blame me?” The dizzy grin was back. “How else would I get you to come home with me?”

[spirk-trek]

This weekend I had the pleasure of attending my very first Trekfest in 📍 Riverside, Iowa [future birthplace of Captain James T. Kirk]

[thepersonalwords]

Kindness is universal. Sometimes being kind allows others to see the goodness in humanity through you. Always be kinder than necessary.

Germany Kent

[toweroftickles]

Hi (:

What do you think about characters of "Inside out 2"? Do we have some lees here?

Ok I somehow didn't experience the original Inside Out until like 2 weeks ago, and then immediately rushed to theaters for the second one, and I have not been able to stop thinking about it since! Of course the first thing I started daydreaming about was the chaos that would ensue in Brain HQ during tickles. So yes, I've definitely got headcanons. XD

EMOTIONAL * RESPONSES

When Riley Gets Tickled

Joy squees, claps, bounces up and down, the usual. "AAAH Tickle time! Awww, our girl is still so adorable..."

Disgust: "Mm-mm. I hate this. Hate it. Majorly messing with my zen."

Sadness: *confused and a little uncomfortable*

Fear: *open-mouthed and deeply uncomfortable*

Envy gasps and hops up to the screen. "Omigosh omigosh they're touching us. That means they like us and think we're cute, right? Right?!"

Anger: "Oh, so that's how it's gonna be, huh?! You want a fight, kid?! I'll give ya a fight! Right up your -"

Anxiety: "Wait! There's a million possible variables in what'll happen if we decide to fight back! Accidentally punching them would be devastating to our network!"

Joy's not paying attention, she's too busy laughing and hammering the serotonin injector.

"I-I got it! Scream! Just holler, really loud!"

"GUHH, get out of the wayyyy; stop hogging this thing! We have to run! Come on!"

Ennui: *exists in French*

*Meanwhile Embarrassment is just spread out like a starfish and rolling his entire girth back and forth across the keyboard.*

When Riley's Tickling Someone Else

Joy takes the wheel here. The others know not to disturb a master plying her craft. She's an expert tickler, so she feeds Riley a whole bushel of fun ideas, and Envy is her eager troublemaker minion.

There is in fact a dedicated "Tickle" command button. The plastic is slightly stuck in the slot because it hasn't been used much.

Anger keeps trying to grab his levers and switches, but Joy usually shoves him to the side with her foot.

*tries to wrest control from Joy and rein her in*

*barfing in the corner somewhere*

When a Tickle Scene Pops Up in a Movie

Joy giggles happily and squirms in her seat, then boops the control panel so that Riley follows suit.

Disgust is a tiny bit antsy...she's not influencing Riley yet but she's on standby in case stuff gets weird.

Embarrassment gingerly taps the console at increasing intervals until Sadness pulls his arm away.

Ennui: Probably watching something else. Or doomscrolling.

When Someone Asks Riley if She's Ticklish

*screams like a little girl*

*hides, bangs head on the desk*

"That is NOT funny!"

"Oh no! What do we do; whaddawedo?! Riley's way too ticklish! What if they tickle us and don't stop for the rest of eternity?! What if they think Riley's laugh is weird and we're socially ostracized and forced to get a job in a fish cannery?!"

“Ew ew ew ew no. Lie. We have to lie right now!” *jumps for the controller*

*Joy grabs Disgust's arm* "Whoa whoa whoa, eeeaasy there. Let's just calm down...this is a fun question; we're having fun..."

Envy: "Ooo, what if they're ticklish and they want us to tickle them?" *already wiggling her fingers in the air*

"But if we misread that signal and make them mad at us, then..."

Ennui: *groans and taps her console app*

Riley, being super casual: “Meh…a little. Not really.”

Suddenly Riley's eyes dilate. Her throat hitches and there's the tiniest bit of pink in her cheeks. Everyone turns their heads to look at -

“EMBARRASSMENT!!! *dry heave* WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!”

"Ohhhh boy. There it is. We're doomed now."

When They Get Tickled Themselves

Come on, we all know that Joy always draws first blood. (Er...first giggle?) She's such a switchy monster. Tickling is her default method of cheering others up. It's canon. Case closed.

As someone whose default setting repels positivity, Sadness is not ticklish at all, and this actually upsets her.

*silently grabs the tickler by the neck and tosses them out the window*

Nobody protests like Disgust. She gets mad. She slaps. She hurls insults. She runs away. Disgust is both extremely ticklish and extremely touch-averse, so this is Code Red for her.

Fear is the type who doesn’t so much “laugh” as “have a shrieking, spastic outburst and breakdance like Sonic the Hedgehog in a malfunctioning taser-testing facility."

At first, Anxiety is overcome by stressful jitters, miserable and whimpering, and her whole body contracts. After a few moments of tickling, though, she starts to let all that tension out and relaxes into nervous vibrato laughter. It becomes sort of a therapeutic stress release, like her special chair.

It's not exactly the physical sensation of tickle torture that Envy craves, it's the attention. The sound she makes when tickled oscillates between wild, snorty cackles and the dulcet hoots of a baby owl trapped in a pinball machine.

Ennui is dead. No reaction. Her body is a neurological cemetery. ...EXCEPT for her heels and the back of her knees. (And if you thought phone loss made her experience Vietnam flashbacks...)

What do you think Embarrassment does? He plops himself down on the floor and pulls his hoodie so tight around his face that no one can tell if he's laughing or sobbing.

Misc.

As Riley's primary protector, Fear is always scouting ahead for any potentially-tickly environmental hazards, and gently nudges her away from catastrophe ("you forgot your shoes! put them back on before you walk on grass;" "don't lift your arms up around Bree and Grace;" "those massage chairs in the mall are actually full of rusty knives and drug dealers sleep on them;" etc.)

When Riley gets tickled, the emotions don't "feel" it, exactly, but they perceive something of a contact buzz.

These are typically how the reactions go, but they're not universal. If Riley's been in a bad mood, Anger might be more proactive in grabbing the handles. Embarrassment may have more or less of his body mass pancaking the buttons, depending on who's tickling her. (Like...a boy?! Or Val?! Or -) Standard variations like that.

Riley

Riley has an extremely ticklish tummy! That's her spot. (Just the vibe I get; IDK.)

Bree and Grace are really ticklish too, but Riley is the weak link... the member of the trio that the other two team up against. Lots of tickle fights and sneak attacks.

She obviously loves to laugh and goof around with her friends, but probably isn't over-enthused by that last part.

Val

The most popular girl in school, the tough athletic one - her adulating devotees wouldn't think it, but beneath that too-cool exterior, Val is very weak to tickling.

All the other Firehawks know, and like to tease Val by poking her.

She's a good sport about it and takes it like a champ - just yelps and laughs and pushes back. They have fun.

Lance Slashblade

Crop top alert. The abs are asking for it. (Just sayin.')

The thought of being tickled is intolerable to him. Even in this...what should be a moment of joyous camaraderie...he is haunted. Forced to laugh like...like some sort of...clown swordsman?! How could he be so weak...so degraded...so unworthy to carry the holy blade of his ancestors, they whose destinies were written in the stars ere these centuries long past? Will he never be a true warrior, with the strength to stem the tide of encroaching night? It is too painful to think about...the icy whips of humiliation, always ravenous and bitter in their lashes, strike! and cast him into the shadows and okay the joke's over now we're getting long-winded and edgelordery big words drama sparkling vampires and junk

(Also, yes, he Morph-Balls himself.)

[pinazee]

I only have praise for how they’re writing Jim Kirk in SNW. Though perhaps I’m biased because i love this character.

Admittedly, at first, I didn’t like the guy. I thought Wesley was a terrible casting choice. he didn’t have the passion that Shatner and Pine gave him, and frankly just didn’t have the look for me.

But Wesleys Kirk is pulling out that soft, kind hearted nerd that we all know Kirk is.

In La’Ans AR, he listens to Sera despite her being “unhinged,” he smoothly steps forward to put himself between Sera and La’An and sacrifices himself to save the timeline- to save Sam.

Then the real Kirk, despite getting decked, thinks first of Uhura and doesnt want her to have to explain the hallucinations. He doesn’t write Uhura off either like Chapel and Spock did , he believes her. And then inserts himself into the problem because, as La’An said, hes “the type of person who cant walk past a stranger in need”. and then sticks around to make sure she is okay.

So yeah, maybe Wesley isn’t who would come to my mind initially for Kirk, but i love his interpretation of him. His Kirk cares deeply for others and thats the Kirk i know and love. Im looking forward to how they develop his relationship with Spock.

[lamp2003]

triple jump september

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