#lemmeexplain

[upsidedior]

You asked for this. Gantu and tickling, i.e. is he ticklish

Ooooo No... and Yes!

LEMMEEXPLAIN

No. Not ticklish. As in the man has gone through how many grueling years of combat tours, missions, exposure to the elements and sustained PLENTY of injuries ranging from chemical burns to broken bones. The Federation military ain't for the weak. That being said, Gantu's skin itself is very hardened, calloused, and overall tough to keep body heat/blubber in place when exposed to harsh elements (cold, water, ect.).

Yes.... because he can "molt."

I see Gantu's species being more orca/whale than shark based(Even though in the past I always called him Sharkman, and even in my first serious fanfic I named him as such). To me he has the design of the pilot whale mix with fin whale, maybe some beluga. These whales especially the beluga and pilot whale (and sometimes the orca and bowhead too) like to go on the shoreline where certain rocks are, and shed their skin. Yeah they have a little spa day and roll around in shallow water to get the dead skin off them. New skin? Fuck yeah that's ticklish as hell!

Gantu would be the most ticklish right after that molting until his tolerance is back up. Idk it would be his luck, but probably that tickling experiment would be activated around that time too lol and you know 625 would be paying her to do her thing lol 😆

What are best friends for!?!?

@mcgogogadget hey, HC for when Rachel is living on the ship and happens to see G man almost blotchy with light Grey pink spots all over him, and she asks if he tried Blush on for the first time lmao there's a Blitz off earth punk to follow 😆

[lucygraysboy]

“lucy  gray,  lemmeexplain,”  is  the  first  thing  that  leaves  billy’s  mouth,  words  clumped  together  as  he  utters  them  in  one  breath.  he’s  still  in  the  floor,  in  the  most  awkward  position  —  his  right  elbow  and  forearm  are  pressed  to  the  wooden  boards  below,  supporting  the  weight  of  his  body,  his  back  pressed  against  the  bed  frame,  legs  outstretched  in  front  of  him.  he  lifts  his  left  hand  up,  showing  he  means  to  do  her  no  harm,  but  he’s  not  quite  surrendering.  the  gun’s  not  pointed  in  her  direction  as  he  has  no  intention  to  use  it  against  her,  but  his  fingers  are  curled  around  the  grip,  his  thumb  hovering  over  the  hammer.  “i  can’t  put  it  down,”  he  says  calmly,  shaking  his  head  but  refusing  to  avert  his  gaze.  he’s  on  full  alert  now,  unmoving,  refusing  to  even  blink,  unsure  what  to  expect  from  her.  what  if  she  screams?  what  if  she  throws  the  plate  at  his  head?  what  if  she  throws  herself  at  him  and  starts  pounding  him  with  her  fists?  he  won’t  hurt  a  girl… 

“look.  i  don’t  mean  to  use  it,  but  you  said  it  yourself,  your  father’s  not  a  good  man.  he  won’t  let  me  reason  with  him  if  he  finds  me  here.  he’ll  kill  me.  let  me  keep  this  and  protect  myself  if  need  be.  that’s  all  i  ask.”  his  heart  is  pounding  so  hard  and  fast  that  he  can  barely  hear  himself  talking,  his  mouth  going  dry  all  over  again.  “you  can’t  mean  for  me  to  stay  in  that  closet  with  nothing  to  protect  myself.  a  sitting  duck,  is  that  what  you  me  to  be?”  he  begins  to  sit  up  slowly,  making  sure  the  gun’s  pointing  away  from  her  and  his  left  hand  remains  in  the  air,  but  that’s  his  first  mistake.  he  takes  his  eyes  off  her  and  unfortunately  for  billy,  he’s  anything  but  quick  now.  his  second  mistake  being  he  has  surely  underestimated  the  curly-haired  girl,  lowered  his  guard.  and  so  before  he  knows  it,  she’s  behind  him,  her  slender  arm  coiling  around  his  neck  like  a  snake.  he  gasps  for  air  and  grips  her  forearm  with  his  left  hand  tightly,  but  still  with  no  intention  to  really  hurt  her,  the  right  one  resisting  her  prying  fingers  for  a  moment  longer.  “lucy  gray,”  he  hisses,  fighting  with  her  for  the  revolver,  thinking  about  elbowing  her  in  the  ribs  if  she  doesn’t  let  go.  he’s  convinced  she’ll  shoot  him  the  second  he  gives  up  the  gun  or  stab  him  with  that  knife.  “let’stalkaboutthis.”

a happy smile returns back to lucy gray's face, although curious why he didn't go responding before she lifts her gaze up and expressions go pale when he's caught and with that pistol in his hand. her heart skips several beats as lucy gray freezes in place, speeding up and wondering if she made a stupid mistake by trusting him alone. "what are you doin'?" he didn't trust her to come back, now he had been digging his gun back up? so that meant he had already been looking for it, she calculates. looking for it and spotted it, somewhere during the time they'd been talking. why? what for? the only reason had to be him not trusting her or secretly planning to kill her? the way he looks wide-eyed, makes her believe the latter more than the first. because he'd been caught, evidently was going to try and HIDE he had took his gun back. swallowing, angry heat and nerves made her cheeks swell with red, "put that back down." and if he doesn't? what then? she's took out of this world in the same way her mother allegedly had been, by a man with a gun? a wary glance to the door, a part of her tells her to run, go get the preacher, start shouting there's a stranger in their home... he keeps shotguns all around the house, he'll quickly find one undoubtedly. but, she was no kind to rely on someone to fight her battles. this was her own, she was on her own and especially didn't need a man who never protected her before to do it now. she would've reached for her guitar again, smack him over the head, but the bullets in that gun will be far too fast. "i'm not playin'," she takes that knife she left in the plate with the fork, rushes behind him to tightly wrap that arm around his neck and comes tightly wrapping her other hand around the barrel of the pistol to at least aim it to the ground to have time to stab him in the shoulder if need to be, "put it back down, now." if he doesn't comply.

[karenkedlig]

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[sizzlingobjectgladiator]

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[go-westfield-wolverines]

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I didn't say "This is supposed to be Tate as a kid with blood". It's the actor who will play Young Tate on AHS in another horror movie, "Children of the Corn". His role in that movie convinced the AHS folks that he was the right kid. 

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