#tibs talks

[teasodium]

CAN I RECOMMEND YOU TO THE @tmntbestsibscompetiton

O SURE! idk how this works exactly but go ahead!! thank u for thinking of me for this 👉👈

#tibs answers #tibs talks #tmnt

[toasteaa]

I have a single social spoon to my name atm, who wants it

#toast talks #I'm actually feeling pretty normal but my socialization battery is on power saving mode #Like I want to be social but I don't want to be verbal? If that makes sense? #Just listening to people talk or readinv stuff sounds great today #I want to take a bath but my tib is very small...I will attempt to make due #make do* jfc my brain today

[anurarana]

whos ur favourite oc :]

I think its a tie between kana and leon bc theyre siblings so their stories are really tied together. Theyre my most fleshed out ocs bc a lot of their story is prequel shit so their everything is integral to the world building

#like they still have a long way to go and they do grow as people during the main story #they.. not climax... but they both hit rock bottom at the end of the prequel and i think building them up to make it hurt that much worse #is very fun to me #my ocs #asks #i truly do want to do stuff with my characters lmao so sorry if im being kinda vague on a public blog #like ill talk about character tib bits all you want but its hard to describe them without spoilinh overarching story beats

[city-tickles]

Hey Mr. City!

Question for you: who do you think is the greatest taunting ler of all time?

Hi!

I’d say it’s TIB (Tickler In Black) He had a soft voice and I guess soft hands too because he was really good lol here are some clips. Hope you enjoy!

#tickling #ticklish #m/f tickling #foot tickling #upperbody tickling #tickle video #tickle request

[knifedancer]

Emotional Security

Felinette Drabble inspired by a recent interaction with my partner (Mr. Knifey). Just our lovely couple having a sweet moment together, letting down some emotional barriers.

Aged up, established relationship, identities known, post-Argos redemption.

~~~~~~~

Marinette tilted her head up as she sensed her human pillow shift, watching as her boyfriend slowly emerged from his three hour nap with a yawn. His blond hair, usually styled with gel, was mussed from the extended contact with her pillow. His clothes were untucked and wrinkled, the top few buttons undone to reveal pale collar bones adorned with the remnants of a small love bite -- evidence of their affections but low enough for his shirt collar to hide from prying eyes -- and the silver chain from which currently hung his miraculous. The hand on her waist tensed, pulling her tighter against his long lanky frame as if to reassure himself of her presence in his half-awake state, while the one at her shoulder rose to rub the sand roughly from his long lashes.

"Greetings, Rip Van Winkle, how was your nap?" She murmured sweetly, enamored by the way his pale lips upturned into a small sleepy smile at her voice.

"Mm, excellent. What time is it?" His voice was husky with sleep, making Marinette's heart beat race at the tone. She watched as he groaned, the hand on his face now pressing two fingers to the bridge of his nose.

Running a hand up his chest to rest over his sternum, she nuzzled into his shoulder playfully. "It's 5:38, sleepy head."

With a start, two pale green eyes opened and looked at her in shock. Marinette smiled as the residual haze of slumber finally lifted and his usual sharp gaze took in their surroundings -- her pink room, the magazine cutouts and drawings pinned to the walls, his tie and vest neatly strewn atop her chaise, their two kwamis asleep in a toy hammock in the corner, the waning daylight through the overhead skylight, and finally her bedside alarm clock -- before his chest rose with a quick intake of breath. "What... How did I sleep for so long?"

She snorted softly, "Really? You woke me up early, promptly whisked me away after to have brunch, took me shopping, and insisted on helping me with the akuma earlier... all this after your three hour train ride from London!"

"Do you blame me, Tib? I missed you." The young man cupped her cheek, his eyes glowing with love.

She returned it with an exasperated, deadpan stare. "...The train you caught was less than an hour after your flight landed from New York. Have you slept at all in the last twenty-four hours?"

The blond rolled his eyes while his fingers tinkered with the tangled strands of one haphazard pigtail, "As if you're one to talk about getting rest, Miss Guardian. Don't think I don't know that you've been staying up all night designing again."

Marinette gasped, "Who told?!"

Her boyfriend grinned and his eyes twinkled with mirth, "My cousin."

"Et tu, Adrien?" She huffed, feeling Felix beneath her chuckle as he pulled her tightly against him again.

They lapsed into a comfortable silence, drinking in each other's presence for the first time in several weeks, happy to simply be. No words needed to be said when their hearts spoke volumes. Wrapped in their own little cocoon as the muffled sounds of Paris drifted up through her window from the city below.

Finally, Marinette broke the warm stillness with a soft snort. The blond raised a questioning eyebrow at the sound. "You know, if I was any other woman, I think you would be in trouble right now."

"How so?" He scrunched his brow, watching her with a slight frown.

"You napped for so long, any other woman would feel neglected from your lack of attention," she dramatically tossed her head off to the side as she had seen Chloe do on many occasions. "I've been a gaming widow before so I can handle it."

A mocking half grin spread across his features, "You mean you caused gaming widowers."

Smiling mischievously, she scoffed but he cut her off with a finger to her lips. It was then that she noticed the lingering shadows around his eyes and the vulnerable gleam in their green depths. His words came out as a soft whisper, as if he were afraid to be overheard. "Is it so wrong that I feel safe with you beside me?"

Raising her hand to his face, she watched as Felix turned to nuzzle into her palm with a sigh. She kept her tone warm and loving, hoping it would cover the concern bubbling up inside her heart at his sudden change in behavior, "No, of course not, my dove. I'm so glad I make you feel safe..."

"...you're so warm and soft, comforting, that I just...my heart cried 'home' and I fell asleep," he murmured, his words like a whispered confession as pale lips trembled against her skin.

The intimacy of his tone left her speechless as she stared at her boyfriend. Felix was often stoic or mocking, keeping everyone at arm's length with biting comments... Hell, his primary love language even appeared more often as teasing banter sheathed in a mirage of scorn. The moments in which he revealed his softer side were infrequent and reserved for the select few that he cared about, Marinette receiving the bulk of it after his mother. However, even then, there was still a piece of him left guarded that no one could touch. Amelie had hinted at a rough childhood but wouldn't go into details, simply giving the young designer the advice to have patience and make him feel loved.

The exposed man before her was so different from the one that stole her heart that she scarcely remembered to breathe! Perhaps the prolonged exposure to Duusu was attuning him more to his emotions? As the silence dragged on, Marinette noted the way his eyelids pressed closed and he drew shakier breaths, as if trying to suppress something deep inside. She could tell he was at his emotional limit, his muscles growing as taut as a wound spring as his defenses began to rise in the deafening silence. She needed to do something to assure him of his well-being while still leaving room for this new emotional territory their relationship had expanded into...

Taking a cue from his love language, the bluenette shook free of his tight grip and climbed on top of him with a playful smile, bracketing his face between her forearms as his hands unconsciously found purchase on her hips as she hovered over him. Guarded green eyes searched her face silently, as if waiting for a strike. "Are you saying I'm so boring that I put you to sleep, Mr. Fathom?"

He smirked, a light growl emitting from the back of his throat as she leaned in closer. "Oh I'll show you how boring you are, Love..."

They would both be tired and sore tomorrow but they certainly weren't bored the rest of the night. And Marinette certainly couldn't complain about his lack of attention.

~~~~References:

Rip Van Winkle: Dutch-American folktale about a man that, while out squirrel hunting to avoid his nagging wife, falls asleep for twenty years after imbibing in alcohol with strange mountain men.

Tib: Medieval term of endearment meaning "calf", because ladybugs are sometimes called ladycows. Also became a way to refer to young women of a lower class, also sweetheart, in the 1530s.

Dove: Victorian term of endearment, some breeds mate for life, felt it was fitting for the peacock (bird) holder.

#felinette #drabble #miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #felix fathom #felix graham de vanily #felix x marinette #marivanily #fluff #cuddling & snuggling #couple cuddling #cute and cuddly #pov marinette

[ripperdoc-is-daddy]

READER IS BLK CODED AFAB

Pro Hero!Bakugou doesn't know what the strange bubbling white tub on top of the fridge is so he tosses it.

You come home and are ready to make some tibs and go for your tub that has your injeera starter in it. And you can't find it.

Katsuki comes over and watches. Takes a few minutes before he asks "The fuck you looking for so hard?"

"Mmmm...I had a tub of my starter up on the fridge but it's gone now and I am confused where the fuck I put it."

Katsuki pales as he remembers the tub he chucked earlier into the outside dumpster.

He slowly exits the kitchen and tries to make his way to the front door. You notice as he has his boots halfway on.

"WHAT. DID. YOU. DO!?" You demand harshly.

He is looking everywhere BUT at you as he explains. Your eyes narrow and you sigh. Grabbing one of his ears you drag him into the kitchen.

You pull out some teff and room temp water. "Get on it. You have three days to baby this and make it up to me."

You motion at the counter, step back and watch as he reads the instructions on the fresh bag of teff. Everytime he goes to speak you cut him off with an "AHHHT! Aht aht!" Till he eventually realizes he can't talk or fuck his way outta this.

You enjoy his misery as you have him make not one bit three starters- just in case. You also livestream it for the Bakusquad while you narrate how he came to be in this position.

He doesn't live this down for several months.

#follow 👑 share ❤️ enjoy 🍑 #mha bakugo x black reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #mha bakugou #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo x black female reader #bakusquad #bakugou x y/n #katsuki bakugō #bakugou katsuki #my hero academia imagines #imagine #katsuki bakugo mha #katsuki bakugou #bakugo katsuki x reader #aave (aave) #aave #bakugo drabble #bnha drabble #mha drabbles #bakugou drabble #bakugou fluff #bakugou imagine #bakugo imagine #katsuki bakugo drabbles #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #bnha fluff #mha fluff

[termagax]

sorry tibs i couldnt bribg myself to talk about him on that post but junkrat would not fucking drive a car i know this. he is a beautiful passenger princess he has never had the opportunity to learn because the only fucker in australia with a vehicle is roadhog and he is NOT !!!! letting that gay little freak touch his bike. i think at MOST junkrat could be a guy with a shitty bike that he stuck an engine on and it was very clearly cobbled together in a garage and is only dubiously street legal but it can go fuckyournutsoff speed but i dont think he would ever have a car or know what to do with one if he did.

#roadhog has a line on circuit royale where he whines about wanting a car and so #cringe incoming #so ive had this idea kicking around where 🐟&🐭 steal one as a birthday gift but neither of them fucking know how to drive #and because roadhog is a Car Guy i think i could get him some beautiful vintage piece with a manual and ground wheels instead of the #hovercars. roadhogs bike is like the only ground vehicle we see i choose to believe that was a decision he made. #anyways. the joke is they dont know how to drive and they didnt think that part through when they were like lets steal a car :D

[honeydukesheroine]

WIP Tag Game

Going to take on @welsh-green's tag invite!

I'm still alive, working slowly but daily on the next chapter of TIBs. Perhaps this'll give me a boost!

Rules are simple: Post a list of your current WIPs and your followers can ask you about them, you can share a bit from it or talk about your plans with it, whatever.

I've got a few ideas, some won't be posted for a long time as I'm determined to finish TIBs first. But I add words to them often!

The In-Betweens (6th Year)

A one-shot HBP Harry-Ginny note passing thing

Untitled DH story (Harry/Ginny POV)

Untitled DH story (Hermione POV)

If you'd like to play - @fizzyginfizz @ginnyw-potter @greenhousethree @historyevolving

#wip game

[teasodium]

spare 5 minutes of your time?

dw if not but this would help out with my dissertation a lot!

#tibs talks #dissertation #survey #thank you for your time! #thesis #foreshadowing

[incorrect-gentlemanjack]

Tib Norcliffe: You guys make such a cute couple. 

Anne Lister: What

Mariana Lawton: We’re not dating. 

Tib Norcliffe: What are you talking about? You’re always kissing and cuddling like a couple. 

Mariana Lawton: Yeah, but like, as friends. 

Tib Norcliffe: You literally have wedding rings. 

Anne Lister: We got them because they matched. 

#Mariana positivity post

[mahayanapilgrim]

Ngakpas

Ngakpa (Tib. སྔགས་པ་, Wyl. sngags pa ) are both healers and practitioners of the highest levels of Tantric Buddhism in the Himalayan regions.

The origins of Ngakpas is connected to Guru Rinpoche who, in Tibet during the 8th century, divided the Sangha into two branches: the red sangha of monastics with shaven-heads and the saffron robes (Wyl. rab byung ngur smig go see) and the white sangha of Ngakpas with white clothes and long, plaited hair (Wyl. gos dkar lcang lo’I see).

A realized Ngakpa can perform ceremonies to pacify illness, disease and help in other worldly activities and be a master of the inner levels of Tantra and Dzogchen practices dealing with liberation on others. However, many people confuse them as 'shamans' or just 'lay practitioners' and often times they were belittled by those who are unaware of their history and importance as the torchbearers of an ancient Indian tradition.

As Khetsun Sangpo Rinpoche said, “for the ngakpa the purpose and final goal is enlightenment in order to liberate others and self. Usually in the shamanic tradition no one talks of enlightenment.”

According to Kunzang Dorje Rinpoche,

There are two types of ngakpas – those of family lineage (rigs rgyud) and those of Dharma lineage (chos rgyud). Ngakpa family lineages are passed from father ngakpa to their sons from generation to generation. At present, these are family lineage holders such as the great lamas of the Nyingma tradition, Minling Trichen Rinpoche and Sakya Trizin, the throne holder of the Dharma Potrang lineage

Ngakpas, known in Tibetan as "སྔགས་པ" (sngags pa), play a significant role in the spiritual and healing traditions of the Himalayan regions. Their origins are deeply intertwined with the profound teachings of Guru Rinpoche, who, during the 8th century in Tibet, initiated a division within the Sangha, the Buddhist monastic community.

Guru Rinpoche's division resulted in two distinct branches. The first is the "red sangha," composed of monastics who wear shaven heads and saffron robes. The second is the "white sangha" of Ngakpas, characterized by white clothing and long, plaited hair. This division reflects the diverse paths to spiritual realization within Tantric Buddhism.

Ngakpas are highly regarded for their unique roles as both healers and practitioners of the highest levels of Tantric Buddhism. A realized Ngakpa possesses a deep understanding of Tantric and Dzogchen practices, which focus on inner transformation and the path to enlightenment. Their abilities extend beyond the conventional boundaries of spiritual practices, allowing them to perform ceremonies aimed at pacifying illness, disease, and assisting in various worldly activities.

Contrary to common misconceptions, Ngakpas are not shamans or mere lay practitioners. They are torchbearers of an ancient Indian tradition with a distinct focus on achieving enlightenment for the benefit of both themselves and others. In this sense, they are more aligned with the traditional Buddhist goals of liberation and awakening.

Khetsun Sangpo Rinpoche eloquently summarizes this distinction when he emphasizes that for Ngakpas, the ultimate purpose and goal are enlightenment, a goal rarely discussed in shamanic traditions. The focus on spiritual realization sets Ngakpas apart from practices primarily concerned with worldly or material concerns.

Furthermore, Ngakpas come in two main categories: those of family lineage (rigs rgyud) and those of Dharma lineage (chos rgyud). Family lineage Ngakpas inherit their role from their fathers, passing down the tradition through generations. Prominent figures within this tradition include the great lamas of the Nyingma tradition, such as Minling Trichen Rinpoche and Sakya Trizin, the throne holder of the Dharma Potrang lineage.

In conclusion, Ngakpas are a unique and essential part of the Himalayan spiritual landscape. Their roots in the teachings of Guru Rinpoche, their dual role as healers and practitioners, and their dedication to the path of enlightenment distinguish them from other spiritual traditions. It is crucial to recognize and honor the history and importance of Ngakpas as preservers of an ancient Indian tradition and torchbearers of the quest for spiritual awakening and liberation.

#buddha #buddhism #buddhist #dharma #sangha #mahayana #zen #milarepa #tibetan buddhism #thich nhat hanh #padmasambhava #Guru Rinpoche #four noble truths #buddha samantabhadra

[luke-hughes43]

telling mark about ryan | mark and fiona

this is probably like a month before they start dating.

mark is meeting up with fiona after a game. she's already having a particularly rough day with it being the anniversary of her brother's death, and she gets into with another player and gets a red card at the begining of the second half so she's ejected from the game.

she is fuming and trying to keep herself from crying bc she hates crying at the field. the game ends and she packs up and leaves the bench so that she doesn't start crying.

she heads over to where her and mark are supposed to meet. she sees him smiling because the team won and she scored 2 goals before getting ejected.

he sees her dejected figure as she gets closer to him and he says, "hey fi. you ok?"

she shakes her head and hugs him. she whispers against his chest, "can we get food? i need to tell you something?"

"anything you want fi."

she leads him to the car and starts driving him to her favorite restaurant. they get out and order and then sit down at a table. fiona says to mark, "september 7, 2019. 3 years ago today. my twin brother ryan, died in a drunk driving accident."

"jesus fiona. i'm so sorry, i had no idea." he's shocked.

she shakes her head, "no one does. not even stella. i haven't told anyone about him, he died junior year of high school. our dream was to play here together. he played baseball and was really good too."

he says softly, "if you wanna talk about him, i'll listen fi."

"i got hurt too in the accident. tib fib fracture and they had to insert rods surically to repair the bones. it took me a year to play soccer again. i almost quit, i didn't wanna play in a world without my brother. i didn't wanna come here without him."

"oh fi. i'm sorry." his face drops hearing her say she wanted to quit.

"thanks mark. about halfway through senior, when it came to decide if i was still going to michigan or not, i went to see ryan and just kinda thought out loud for while. and decided that he'd want to keep playing and he'd want me to go to michigan and live out dream. so that's what i've been doing. or trying to at least."

"well i know i didn't know him but i'm sure he'd be so proud of you. i'm proud of you fiona." he smiles at her.

"thank you mark. and yea, i like think he's proud of me. red cards and all. it's not even like i mean to get yellow and red carded all the time, it's just, soccer is all i have left to connect to ryand so i just put all of my feelings into the game and i get a little intense. it's why i wear number 10, because he did." fiona sas with a smile as she thinks of her brother.

"fiona, i know that he's proud of you. you're an amazing player and an even better person. i'm proud of you for doing this and i think you're doing a damn good job honoring ryan."

"thanks mark. wanna come over and watch a movie with me?"

"sure." he says and pays for their food and leads her back to the car. she drives them back to her house and they end up cuddling while watching some movie she found on netflix

#fiona swanson #mark estapa

[tibby]

hello tib i feel like you are out mostly of the clutches of swiftieism by now which is probably good but also can we talk about when emma falls in love

honestly one of my least favourite vault tracks but listening to it did make me feel like a 2000s movie character yelling "if you love emma so much why don't you just marry her!!!"

#ask #anonymous

[incorrectclassicbookquotes]

Raskolnikov and Dounia dividing up things there parents left them

Raskolnikov: Over the line. Over the line!

Dounia, looking down to see her foot on the tape Raskolnikov set up: I'm on the line.

Raskolnikov: On the line is over the line. Get your foot on your side.

Dounia: Whose side? *Puts foot over the line* This one? Is this the side?

Raskolnikov: No.

Dounia: Is this the side you're talking about?

Raskolnikov: Get...You know what *grabs a lamp* What is this? Do you recognize this lamp?

Dounia: Where did you get that?

Raskolnikov: I think this is the lamp that dad got you in China.

Dounia: Give it back to me. Give me my lamp back. It's mine so give it back to me.

Raskolnikov: Here let me put it on your side for you. *Throws it on the ground breaking it*

Dounia: That's fine. I don't care. I wanted to show you something my feeble little arms were able to carry. *Holds up a blue stuffed elephant*

Raskolniko: Mr. Tibs.

Dounia: Oh is that it. Is that what they call you, Mr. Tibs? *Breaks off the stuffed elephants head* What do they call you now?

Raskolnikov, looking off into the distance and trying not to cry: Whatever, I don't care.

#crime and punishment #raskolnikov #dounia #incorrect quotes #source: it's always sunny in philadelphia

[ittybitsysword]

Some personal quest stuff Rav would have if they were a companion:

Act 1

would find them looting dead bodies

would be unclear if they killed them or if they died from the crash

would call PC Tib with low affinity, plays it like a pet name but they just do not care about learning your name

find out they are an oathbreaker paladin

higher affinity find out they were a paladin of Beshaba

Would get first night together imminently after passing priest of Lovatar checks (or refusing them and talking to them after)

Knows the Zhentarim, find out they’ve done merc work for Zhents before

Camp event of finding a giant black stag watching the camp, and Rav trying to convince you to kill it.

gets very upset in the temple of lathander, can knock down one of the statues for affinity ( can sleep with them again in the temple )

#Rav #I’ll edit this as I think of stuff #maybe a priest of tymora would find you in the under dark

[parcai]

idk how ppl talk abt the same shit 4ever had 2 jump from pjo back 2 tsc + now we're at trc, + when that's over imma do tib (toaster in bath)

#k #pjo #trc #tsc #on posts