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#Its not *not* a lie detector
comradekatara · 1 year
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official advisor/little sister/menace to the firelord
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aimseytv · 1 year
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thinking
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mochalumii · 22 days
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This might just be a me thing but I think we should normalize the fact that not all girls have long hair-
Like the books and fics will be all "he played with her beautiful locks" n stuff and I'll shut it down and frown at it and be like I DONT HAVE LOCKS THEY ARE SPIKEYS
very indignant abt this-
girls can have short hair too :) that's all I'm saying
Like where are all the pixie cut/shaved hair friendly fics for girls??
like y'know tomboy friendly fics
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butchscientist · 1 year
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i absolutely despise those celebrity lie detector videos. sure they're silly and light hearted but they're still perpetuating the idea that lie polygraph tests are accurate measures of truth.
the use of polygraph tests for "lie detection" is pseudoscientific (1, 2, 3 ) and this is something we have known for decades (4, 5), and despite this the media continues to portray polygraphs as a valid method of lie detection & their use in the criminal legal system continues. the use of polygraphy has contributed to countless false confessions & convictions (6, 7), leading to years of incarceration & even death. i don't care how fun it is to watch a celebrity get flustered over a question, media perpetuating the use of polygraph lie detectors is still dangerous & irresponsible at best.
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ty-bayonet-betteridge · 4 months
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i know this is just a boldfaced lie but THAT'S! NOT! HOW! THAT! WORKS!
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astro-b-o-y-d · 10 months
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As I am a very Normal person who thinks about Normal things, I am once again thinking about a Bill-themed execution for the Murder High School chapters of Triangulum
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nerdyqueerr · 1 year
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couple qs!! your latest project 8 & 17
woo ok have i said anything about this project on tumblr yet? no! am i gonna answer these questions as if everyone knows what im talking about? yes!
8. What do they find physically sexiest about each other?
ok so Stella (fortune teller and occasional real prophet, also a human lie detector) obviously cannot resist the buff sword arm charms of Rose (runaway noble pretending to be a fully qualified knight) but i had a really hard time figuring out what Rose finds physically sexiest about Stella. and then i remembered they have a homoerotic haircut scene so i'm going to go ahead and say her hair and you can take that however you want
17. Do they believe in marriage?
At the beginning Rose is probably really into marriage considering her whole schtick is following antiquated rules (partially in order to game the system but also bc she kinda believes in old ideals). By the end of the story they might consider a kind of commitment ceremony bc it's important to celebrate and Show Your Affection Even When It Makes You Vulnerable but i havent really decided what happens to them down the line. doubt they'd get legally married unless utterly necessary
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thinkingnot · 2 years
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Tommy: why do i flirt with all of my friends now and can’t stop???
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peachdoxie · 2 years
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I'm reading a book where legitimate Doppelgangers have infiltrated a royal court and there's certainly more which means that all the characters are like oh no who's been replaced by a Doppelganger and there's probably a plot twist incoming, but I'm a Mistborn fan so I know to look at the characters the protagonist assumes are safe as the biggest suspects. I'm very curious if I'm right.
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shape-shenanigans · 2 years
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Tho, for the mun, I gotta ask, what's up with the heroes turning pink when upset?? The only one I haven't seen turn pink is Blue
OH MY GOD SOMEONE THAT NOTICED SOMEONE OTHER THAN EQUOL'S EYE TURNING PINK
ALSO IVE ALREADY MADE A LITTLE CHART THINGY HERE TO EXPLAIN THE WHOLE "EYE-EMOTION" THING!!
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drkineildwicks · 1 year
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Also was working on a bit from “Lie Detector” and reading up on it from the wiki and going I remember being so baffled by this is gold even used like this
https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC8536023/pdf/ijms-22-10952.pdf
Yes it is, as it turns out
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yjwonz · 2 years
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broooo ppl are still using the sunoo situation to call out enha for random shit that doesnt matter hello ?? just saw a tiktok saying enha always 'shade' him, using en o'clock 36 and iland as an excuse ??
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ofdreamsanddoodles · 2 years
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why are the premises of the idol animes that started coming out this month so wild. like obviously i mentioned extreme hearts, which is essentially a sports anime where everyone’s an idol, and then there’s kami kuzu idol, where the ghost of an idol & a very unmotivated man work together to become the strangest and most popular idol in japan thanks to her constantly possessing him. luminous witches asks the important question of “what if we had an idol group where all the members had magical powers that occasionally gave them animal ears and they were all enlisted in the army in 1945?”
also, of course, there’s shine post, which just started this week, and has the relatively normal premise of “underperforming group is given an ultimatum of becoming popular or disbanding” except for some reason, in this normal ass human world, their new manager can physically see people glowing when they lie
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saphrxn · 18 days
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been watching tool academy and i vaguely remember seeing season 1 lol, the scene where a guys girlfriend shows up and replaces the girl that brought him onto the show (they didn't know abt each other) was way too familiar and that asshole made it to top 3 or 4. I was 13 or 14 when it aired so it makes sense
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shotmrmiller · 17 days
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it turned to smut in seconds, i cannot control my own hands, ok. 18+ (implication of breeding kink or something and simon's a jealous boy)
ex-husband simon who signed the divorce papers without a fight. it'd stung, you're not gonna lie, but it needed to be done and the fact that he didn't make a big fuss about it made things easier for you physically. (emotionally you were in shambles because did he not even want to try and fight for you?)
he comes over only on the weekends when he's on leave.
he's a good father to his boys. he takes them to their softball games when he can, buys them the ice cream and takes them toy shopping.
and then there's a sharp knock at your door on a wednesday afternoon.
"simon?"
he walks in like he owns the place, which technically he does- even pays the mortgage because there's no way you would be able to afford living here with your own measly income.
"what's this the boys are tellin' me 'bout a man bein' in here?" his voice is calm, steady. but you know simon better than you know yourself, and he's furious.
"i- i'm not sure-" he swipes his hand in the air and your mouth clicks shut.
"don't lie t'me, poppet, or i'll be findin' him myself an' you really don't want tha'."
what man? there hasn't been any since the divorce! you're digging through your memories, scrambling to find what the hell he's talking about when-
"oh! it's the plumber!" you take steadying breath. "i called a plumber on sunday. i needed the kitchen sink fixed."
his dark eyes are piercing, so sharp they could cut. simon's always been a walking lie detector, and it's unnerving to be on the opposite end of that analyzing stare.
he nods imperceptibly, then flicks his gaze to behind you, over your head. "show me."
you scoff indignantly. "show you what? the bloody sink?"
simon wordlessly heads to the kitchen and his knees pop as he kneels-
he's actually checking the fucking sink.
with a grunt, he leans his head into the cabinet and twist awkwardly which is no doubt causing a familiar pain to flare up in his lower back. you can't help but wince in sympathy.
lo and behold, there's a shiny, white elbow in the middle of the rest of the dirty, scratched pipe.
he hums, and rises to his feet, closing the cabinet with his leg.
simon approaches you slowly, fingertips touching the kitchen island as he rounds it. "palms flat on the counter, sweetheart."
oh. oh you know exactly what that means, and your pussy throbs almost in reflex. months without his touch and your body still responds the same.
your protest already at the tip of your tongue, almost involuntarily because principles, but he sees right through you, as he's always done.
"jus' a reward for all o' your hard work. takin' care o' the boys is a stressful job all on its own." his worn hand cups the underside of your jaw tenderly. "aren't i always good t'ya?"
your exhales are weak, just like your resolve. "okay."
simon's eyes glint with satisfaction as he lifts his hand, index pointing upwards and twirls it in a slow, deliberate motion.
your palms are flat on the counter when he curls his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and knickers, tugging them downward.
they're flat on the counter when he lowers himself to his knees and taps the inside of your foot, indicating you to widen your stance.
they're curled into fists when his breath puffs against your slick cunt and his warm tongue slides through your folds, drawing lazy circles around your bud. a tingle of arousal shoots up your spine, his mouth sparking a fire right under your navel.
they're reaching for simon, nails sinking into the delicate skin of his wrist as your back bows when you come on his tongue, vision spotted with black, blurry dots and white hot ecstasy coursing through your veins.
your hands are now crossed at the base of your spine, your cheek pressing into the cool kitchen counter as he bends you over it.
"15 minutes before the boys are home from school. tha's plenty o'time, yeah?"
a rhetorical, if you've ever heard one.
your knuckles stain white as you clench your fists at the heavy, hot weight of his manhood stretching your walls to take him in, a sweet burn that you've always loved. he's gentle but sure, bottoming out in one smooth stroke that pushes the air out of your lungs. the sibilant hiss simon lets out is never fails to elicit a whimper out of you.
"fuck," he groans. "i could stay inside this pretty pussy forever."
and the dirty talk. how much you've missed it.
"would you like tha', pet? be inside of ya til you don't know where i end and you begin?"
a garbled mhm slips past your lips. your head already empty at just the sensation of being so unbearably full that it feels like you're tearing at the seams.
"another time, then, since the kids'll be home soon."
he begins to move, shallow but firm thrusts that drag his cock along your nerves deliciously- a sure fire way of getting you to climax around him in minutes.
your walls begin to squeeze down as the knot in your stomach tightens, and he lets go of your wrists, looping an arm around your waist and straightens you- his broad chest to your much smaller back.
his clever fingers wind downwards, and rub precise, little circles on your slippery clit, and it's all too much, you're hurtling toward the precipice at neck break speed- "god, simon, please-"
his pace never falters, not his hips nor his fingers as your moans begin to rise in pitch. "i'll get ya there, love."
he does, he gets you to your highest peak- blindingly intense- one that chokes the very breath out of you and slackens your knees. "i've got ya."
there's no strength left in you to brace for the spine-jarring thrusts he gives after, the only thing keeping you from sprawling forward is the arm that's looped around you as he pulls you to him.
"on anything?" he rumbles.
your ears ring at that because he can't possibly- your head shakes unbidden.
"good."
the last four thrusts are heavy, backed by his weight, and he smothers a loud groan into the junction of your shoulder as he finishes inside of you- thick, viscous cum filling you until it begins to drip and fall to the floor with an audible plop.
he presses tender little kisses to your sweaty shoulder and nips the side of your neck. "just in time."
the clock on the stove says 5 minutes before the bus gets there.
he helps you redress, chuckling under his breath when you won't look him in the eye. "i'll get the kids, go get cleaned up."
the knot in your chest loosens when you hear the boys' laughter at seeing their father on the driveway. it loosens when simon picks both of them up, one in each arm, and glances up at you as you look down at them from the window.
heat licks up your cheeks when he gives you a smarmy little grin.
idiot.
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the-caleb-widogast · 9 months
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rewatching the mighty nein and rewitnessing their amount of paranoia is so good. they walk into a 5 star hotel after a battle with the followers of the god of death and a total of 10 hit points and 3 spell slots between all of them and they're still casing their rooms. uv lights out, flipping beds and checking smoke detectors for cameras. they insight check every person they meet. they want to cast a truth spell on the oldest, most powerful and crustiest wizard in all of exandria. theyd rather impale themselves instead of giving up their weapons. theyd rather send a cat with 2 hit points that's determined to roll nat 1s on its perception rolls to check out evil lairs rather than going in themselves. they hate people scrying on them but they get annoyed when they fail doing it to others. they lie to most people they meet yet they're still 'trusted' by the two out of the three great powers on wildemount. no one's doing it like them.
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