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Rip to the Pope Francis

this is the funniest thing anyone has ever sent me

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hi :3

I just read your Smosh fics from back in 2020 and they were adorable! And I've been wondering if you're still into Smosh, and if so what are your thoughts on the newer cast members?

thank you! i cringe reading them in hindsight but 2020 was not anyone’s best i think.

I have been getting back into it slowly lately, with a few videos here and there. for starters i am very glad anthony is back, seeing him and ian together in videos has healed something in me. of the new cast members that i am somewhat acquainted with, i really like angela, i think her and shayne are so funny together. i also really like arasha and amanda!

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25 superbat?

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25: “Well now you’re just asking for it.”

"Clark Kent, Daily Planet staff writer and long time collaborator of Pulitzer Prize winning journalist, Lois Lane, has recently caught media attention after his two left feet got him into yet another public fumble. Kent, as pictured in the image below, managed to knock over a 17-story champagne tower at a recent Wayne Foundation Gala, and internet users were quick to label the event '#ChampagneGate.'" The grin on Bruce's face as he read the article from his phone could only be described as impish, his eyes glistened with mischief as he watched Clark's face deepen into a dark blush.

"Bruce," Clark warned, his voice a low rumble. He shot Bruce a glare that lost all of its heat when he immediately had to avert his eyes, embarrassment making his face redder and redder the more he looked in Bruce's direction.

"Other words of interest used in the article include 'bumbling,' 'ditsy,' and 'endearingly incapable'." Bruce smiled, trying hard not to give into the embarrassed puppy eyes that Clark was sending his way. "I am, unfortunately, quite endeared by you, so I've got to agree with that one, but don't you think the dorky, clumsy reporter thing has gone a little too far?"

"Whatever, playboy," Clark groaned, bringing his hands up to cover his face, "don't pretend like it wasn't your fault."

"My fault?" Bruce scoffed, "it's not my fault you're ticklish. How was I supposed to know you'd take it out on my poor champagne tower?"

Clark couldn't see it, but he could absolutely hear the shit-eating grin on Bruce's face. He was done feeling mortified for one night. "Well," Clark said, his own playfulness coming out. He turned around on the bed, face still tinged red, developing a predatory grin of his own "I think now you’re just asking for it.”

"Wait- Clark- Clark, Nohoo!"

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68? Roy and jason?

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68: “What’s that? Stop saying tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle?”

"What’s that?" Jason asked, grinning devilishly down at Roy, who was pinned on the bed beneath his thighs, "stop saying tickle, tickle, tickle?”

"Jay- Jason, I swear to god," Roy grit out, voice pinched.

"What?" Jason asked, with that smug, lopsided smile. There was a twinkle in his eyes that normally drove Roy crazy in the best ways, but it did something different now, directed at him in this new context.

"Jay, please," Roy whined, voice coming out much needier than he intended, "you know I can't take the teasing."

"Why?" Jason's fingers fluttered over Roy's bare skin beneath his shirt, "does it embarrass you?"

"No, but-"

Jason broke character for a moment to level Roy with a deadpan look. Roy laughed nervously, both at the expression and the feeling of Jason's fingers still ghosting over his sensitive, bare skin.

"Okay, yes. Yes, it embarrasses me. This is embarrassing," Roy admitted, "can you just get on with it?"

"I don't think so," Jason said with a short laugh, "I'm not letting you off that easy."

Roy squirmed beneath Jason, his face reddening more and more as the light tickling continued.

"Does it tickle here?" Jason asked, fingers barely ghosting over Roy's bottom ribs. Roy's breath hitched, coming out in quick exhales as he fought back the giggles. The higher Jason's fingers rose, feather light and playful, the harder it got for Roy to stay still, for him to not burst into frenzied, panicked giggled.

Stopping just underneath his armpits, Jason leaned in, his lips touching Roy's ear, voice a low rumble. "Tickle, tickle, tickle."

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i wasn’t clear enough with this ask but if you guys want to come in my ask box or messages to yell about 911, you are so cordially invited

I wanted to ask your thoughts on 9-1-1 after our first episode back! I feel like they are really setting everything up perfectly!

i am a buddie truther and i feel like either a) i’m a delusional, or b) we’re getting buddie canon this season. really hoping for b!!!!

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a family member of mine has been dealing with some serious health issues, which is why i have yet to get to the last three (now month-old) ask memes. you will be seeing them soon, i swear!

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I wanted to ask your thoughts on 9-1-1 after our first episode back! I feel like they are really setting everything up perfectly!

i am a buddie truther and i feel like either a) i’m a delusional, or b) we’re getting buddie canon this season. really hoping for b!!!!

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Have you ever met up with someone in the t community IRL?

i haven’t! i used to have an irl friend that was also in the community who went by Kay online (absolutely can’t remember her old blog name for the life of me). since then though, no, i’ve never met up with anyone in the community! i’d be down for it tho!

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Are you okay with people in the community sending you messages? You seem so cool and I’m always looking for community friends!

yeah absolutely! i’m always down to make friends in the community :)

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Good job on getting all the prompts ❤️ :) They turned out great ❤️ :)

thank you thank you!! <333 it means a lot!!

i got way more requests than i ever have for an ask meme and totally didn’t expect it lol, but i’m glad i finished them! i have three more that slipped in right before my cutoff that i’m gonna write, and then it’s all finished!

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Just an FYI—for some reason on mobile some of the links to the fics in my masterpost visually appear to be plain text, but when you click the titles you’ll still be brought to the fic! I have no clue why they don’t look hyperlinked but i’m also scared of the tumblr interface and attempting to fix it, so, for now, the links are gonna have to stay funky.

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Me being a brat is me begging to be tickled btw 🫢

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Hiii<3

Can I request number 82 with ler Nash and Lee grayson? Thank you

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82: “You’re not really gonna tickle me, are you?”

"Nash, this is immature," Grayson grit out, firmly planted at his desk with no indication of moving anytime soon.

"Immature it may be," Nash replied, Texas timbre low and serious, "I think it's about time you get a move on from this work and get some actual sleep."

"I have been-"

"Sleep that's not on a blow-up mattress in your office." Nash clarified, eyeing the bare mattress wearily. "Do you sleep like a vampire, Gray? There's not even a blanket. Are you sleeping in your suits?"

"That would be unsanitary," Grayson bristled, "I have work to do, if you don't mind."

"Mind, I do, little brother," Nash moved from where he had been leaning on the doorframe, and shut the door quietly, as not to disturb the other late-night compatriots of the Hawthorne Foundation. "Now, you can come with me the easy way, or the hard way, and I'm sure you're smart enough to figure out what the hard way'll be."

Nash stretched his fingers in a way that was barely noticeable, but enough to turn Grayson's face red. Grayson focused his eyes back on his laptop, and started typing his document once again. "I'm working, Nash. You can show yourself out."

A few moments passed in silence, and Grayson had enough time to re-engross himself in his work. When he heard the sound of knuckles cracking from behind him, he looked back and then up, locking eyes with his older brother.

"You're-" Grayson paused to swallow nervously, “You’re not really gonna tickle me, are you?”

"Really, Gray," Nash started, making his voice sound exhausted in a playful way, "you've given me no choice."

As the most ticklish of the Hawthornes, Grayson barely had time to feel like a deer in the headlights before Nash's fingers were digging roughly into his ribs, in the way Nash knew drove him crazy. He squealed, realizing much too late the position he had got himself trapped in, stuck in his chair at his desk, Nash's body weight behind stopping any movement of it. Grayson was trapped, but he wouldn't give in so easily. Even if Nash scratching between his fourth and fifth rib made him want to implode with how sensitive it felt.

"Nash! I hahave wohork to do!" Grayson screeched, giggles erupting and overflowing.

"If stubborn is the method you're choosing," Nash grinned, reviling in the rare laughter of his younger brother, "than tonight, Gray, will be a long night for the both of us."

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80 for Connor Kent and Tim Drake please!

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80: “You should know better than to try to keep secrets from me.”

It was a lazy afternoon in the tower. Most of the young heroes were out with their mentors, or at school or the skate park or something like that. Who really knows what Gar does with his days.

The silence gave Kon and Tim much needed ambiance, the two had learned to take peace and quiet when it was given to them.

An afternoon watching shows on Netflix had devolved into something different, something more tender, and Tim slowly kissed a trail down Kon's neck.

"I love being here with you," Tim sighed, breath warm on Kon's skin. Kon's warm hands were tracing shapes on Tim's back, and Tim felt him trace a heart right over his spine.

Tim continued the kisses, making imaginary shapes with his lips over Kon's collarbones, feeling his boyfriend shiver underneath him. He loved to know that he was one of the few people with any power over Superboy, so strong and powerful, yet pliant under Tim's gaze, under his touch.

"Are you blushing?" Tim asked, when he noticed Kon's neck getting red. He looked up at Kon's face, for the first time in the last few minutes, and noticed his face was scrunched up, his eyes closed and jaw tense. "Oh."

Tim smiled fondly at his boyfriend, even though Kon couldn't see it, and started the kisses again, even softer this time. His fingers slipped under Kon's plain white shirt, tracing lazy shapes on his sides and teasing the bottom of his ribs.

Kon started to tremble, puffs of air leaving his nose as he cracked an eye open to take a look at Tim. The mischievous glint in Tim's eye told him enough, and he could feel the blush rising higher on his face.

"Baby," Tim's voice rumbled against Kon's collarbones, and it was enough to get a hiccupy laugh out of the other boy, "you should know better than to try to keep secrets from me.”

"Ihit-" Kon choked on a giggle, high and frantic, when Tim nibbled toothlessly at his adam's apple, "it ruhuhuins my street crehehed!"

"Really?" Tim asked, his fingers pinching up and down Kon's sides, eliciting more hiccupy laughter as the Kryptonian visibly struggled not to push Tim away. "I think you lost your street cred a long time ago, babe."

"Dihihid nohot!" Kon shrieked, his dimples forced out by the smile on his face.

"I guess I'll just have to prove it to you."

"Prohove it? What? Noho- Tihim, noho pl- AH!" Kon's shriek was shrill and loud, as he bucked his hips up to try to dislodge his boyfriend, hands still firmly on Tim's back.

Raspberries on his collarbones seemed to get him good, Tim noted, it wouldn't be long until Kon's street cred really would be in shambles.

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I've been loving the first few tickle asks that you did ❤️ They were all so good! The one with Eddie trapped in the couch had me grinning ❤️😁 And the older brother tickle threats with Nash and Dick were fantastic! ❤️ :)

If you've still got some writing steam left, maybe #88 with Buck and the team? ❤️ :)

Thank you!! I'm glad you've been enjoying! :) I live for cute sibling dynamics!

This one is set during the Gerard era, I love Bobby but this prompt just screamed Gerard-era 118 to me (annoyed, paranoid, and a teeny bit vindictive)

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88: “We don’t have time for such childish— hey! Stop it!”

Gerard stepping away from the station during a shift was a rarity. A much enjoyed and appreciated rarity, but, unfortunately, still a rarity.

He had stepped out only minutes ago to get "rations" for their "dinner". Also known as some sort of flavourless mush that maybe would consist of some sort of quinoa and the blandest vegetables he could find. Gerard didn't believe in things that tasted good. Or wasting time on cooking.

In the meantime, the 118 was tasked with cleaning the fire trucks until they shined in the dark, and had spent the entire day shining chrome with every cleaning product known to man. Once again, and unsurprisingly, Buck couldn't back down from an argument with Gerard, and it ended up with the entire team facing the consequences.

Buck put his foot in his mouth like it was his job, and the rest of the crew was, to put it mildly, absolutely pissed off.

"Guys, I'm sorry. I didn't think he'd force us to clean the trucks again," Buck sighed, tossing his rag into the nearby bucket of dirty water.

"Are you serious?" Eddie asked, standing up straight to look Buck up and down, "he's made you clean the toilet for ten days in a row, you didn't see this coming at all?"

"Well, maybe, but I didn't think-"

"That's the problem, Buck!" Hen shouted, dismounting from her position inside the ambulance, where she had spent much of the day taking gauze out and putting it back again, "you don't think!"

"I said I'm sorry, I didn't-"

"You know what, Buck?" Chimney was suddenly right behind him, voice coming directly from next to Buck's ear, "I actually think it's time to stop the blabbering. Don't you? I mean, it did get us into this mess to begin with."

"I didn't mean-"

"Do you hear that, Hen?" Chim asked, interrupting Buck and turning towards her, "I hear something. I think it's getting louder."

"Oh," Hen smiled deviously at Chim, sensing the playfulness in his voice, "I think I hear it, Chim."

"What? What are you guys talking about?" Buck asked, panic rising in his voice.

"I think it's the sound of some needed revenge," Chim's voice was suddenly as close as it could possibly be, and his fingers were suddenly all over, scratching maddening shapes into Buck's tummy and ribs. Buck reacted with a snort before clenching his teeth, stuck in Chim's backwards embrace.

"Hey- No!" Buck shouted, trying to double over in Chimney's arms, shoulders shaking with restrained laughter, “we don’t have time for such childish— hey! Stop it!”

Buck made an attempt to break from Chim's hold that only served to fail miserably. Muffled snorts and aborted giggles escaped sporadically as he squeezed his eyes shut to try to combat the feeling. Even his hands prying at Chimney's failed to provide him with any reprieve, Chimney's fingers working as if they were completely unhindered.

"Hey, how much tickling do you think is worth an entire day of cleaning the trucks?" Chim asked, looking towards Eddie and Hen.

"I mean," Eddie said, a lilt in his voice, "we have been doing this for hours."

Chimney hit that spot right under Buck's ribs and really dug in, and Buck's laughter finally poured out, loud and squeaky. "Guhuys, plehease! I sahaid I'm sohohorry!"

"Hmm, I think you're onto something, Eddie." Chimney's fingers dug into Buck's hips, and Buck shrieked, doubling over uselessly, going limp in Chimney's hold. "Afterall, I think we've heard enough of his yapping for one day. His laugh is much less annoying."

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#12

Jason Todd and Tim drake :D

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12. “So, what’s this I hear about you being deathly ticklish?”

Tim was hunched over the Batcomputer, more than 12 hours into an investigation into a new crime syndicate stretching itself between Gotham and Star City. His blue light glasses were abandoned somewhere in the pile of files on the desk, and his eyes were red and wide, pupils dilated. He had let time slip away, he hadn't even realized he'd been there longer than four hours, let alone twelve.

Jason had been trying to pull the replacement away from the screen for more than an hour. Every snarky comment and ordered command fell on deaf ears. It was like Tim couldn't even hear him.

Jason hated to admit defeat, but he did have to shoot Dick a text somewhere after the thirty minute mark for some sort of advice that could give him reprieve.

Advice is one word for what he got.

"So," Jason spoke aloud again, suspecting Tim wasn't really listening, "what’s this I hear about you being deathly ticklish?”

Tim gave... no reaction. He continued to worry over the papers in front of him in silence.

Jason sighed, long and deep, the type of sigh only harnessed by someone truly, deeply worried by the behaviour of one Tim Drake.

"You've forced my hand, Timmers." Jason positioned himself behind the creaky office chair, hands positioned above Tim's sides. "Any last words?"

Tim jumped in his seat, the sudden proximity of Jason's voice finally snapping him out of whatever trance he had fallen into. "Jason, wha-"

Jason's fingers dug right in, scratching and prodding Tim's tummy and sides, Tim's head went back, trying to get a better view of his attacker while laughter was forced out of him.

"Jason! Nohoho!"

"Sorry, Replacement. You got yourself into this." Jason teased, fingers mischievously scratching lightly over Tim's ribs before jolting back down to his tummy. The kid's laughter was surprised and frantic, picking up pitch every time Jason's fingers darted over to his ribs.

"I didn't evehehen do anythihihing!" Tim screeched, hands forgetting he even could protect himself.

"Sometimes," Jason said with a grin, "that is exactly your problem."

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Your inheritance games fics have encouraged me to read the book! And it's such a good book

no way 🥺🥺

I'm so honoured that I inspired that! the series is soooooo good, and there's so much content for the series. Shoot me a message if you ever want to talk about the series!!