Chronic Daydreamer | agere side blog @tinyanni https://www.tumblr.com/tinyanni?source=share | I kind of yap abt tcklng mostly, but also othe random things that pop in my mind | Young adult era (20) | SFW BLOG | NFSW DNI
Hi! I've been in the community for years but I've mostly just been lurking. You can call me Nabi (not my real name), I go by she/her, and I'm a young adult. This is mostly a sfw tkl blog so if you're not into that, then please leave. I do not tolerate any discrimination or hate towards any community. NSFW/kink accounts, DNI. I am AroAce, the aro part still questioning but the ace part is solid. Sexual interaction makes me uncomfortable. Please respect that
My agere/agedre side blog is @tinyanni. If I follow you and you're an agere blog, I'd rather you follow back on my side blog than this one. I just don't feel like making a whole new blog for agere since it overlaps with this blog. Sometimes ill also reblog or post abt tkls there but it will usually be more agere related. This blog is for general tkl things and other random ramblings.
I used to have another tumblr blog during the pandemic but I lost it lol, so this is the new one. I'm open to making friends! (GENUINE FRIENDS not just ones solely surrounding the tkl community).
I don't exactly do content....I kind of just use this to let out my lee mood thoughts lol.
Media I like:
- Hazbin Hotel (leave me alone I like the songs ok)
- Omori
- Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood
- My Hero Academia
- Hilda
- Avatar: The Last Airbender
- Nimona
- Harry Potter (marauders)
- Haunted Hotel
- Epic the musical
I will put more but this is all I could think off at the top of my head. Nice to meet you guys!
I went on tklmap and put a pin there for myself to find lers in my county, and I ended up deleting it.
(Slight vent/story time under cut)
It's been 2 days and the people that kept sending me friend requests ended up being on the nsfw side, and if not then they just fetishize asian women and women in general and I'm so......disgusted. i actually forgot that that was a part of this thing.
They all kept saying that "they dont have friends they know who are into this kink" and I am sympathetic bcs they're refering to the people in their life, and I relate. I know no one in my personal life that's in this community, let alone anyone on tumblr thats filipino. (Actually i did find an sfw blog run by a filipino, but they're a minor and I'm 20 and it would feel weird if I followed them or interacted more than a like on a relatable post)
But everytime they mention it as a "kink" i feel my stomach churn. At first I thought it would be fine and I could stomach it because I learned about this whole thing through the nsfw channel first. As a child. Not the best way to be introduced, ngl. But i was a first generation ipad kid who had too much unsupervised screen time sooooo yeah. I thought I could stomach it bcs its not like anything I haven't seen.
But the asexual part of me just kept coming out and I kept remembering how sex-aversed I am. Even if they're arguably more respectful than some jerks I've seen on tumblr, it still made me uncomfortable. I specifically said in my bio that I view it as sfw and they'd still reach out to me.
So in the end, I deleted my pin on the map. I know it's on me for putting myself out there, but I wish there was a safer way to find people near me who could be my ler. I dont blame this less than positibe experience on tkl map either or their creator. I heard its relatively new so it's going to be quite imperfect. I just wish there was a way to filter out sfw and nsfw people on the pin like a tagging system, altho I think there's already some sort of tagging system in place.
I've only met one person from tklmap who also sees it as sfw. I've already met her irl in a mall nearby, but she stopped responding to my messages a couple months ago and I have no idea what happened. I worry for the worst, but I may never know and I miss her terribly.
I also just wish that, yk, men would stop fetishizing women? Or that we didn't oversexualize every innocent thing, including tkling?
i would like to dedicate this one to my friend, @kittens79-1 . i hope you enjoy it! likely an MCU inaccuracy or 2, since it's been a while since I've seen the Spiderman movies... but i do what i want 🤪
Premise: Peter is in desperate need of a distraction. And a smile.
Characters: Tony Stark, Peter Parker, JARVIS,
Pairing: Ler!Tony and Lee!Peter
NSFW + K!NK DNI
The average pedestrian in Manhattan moves with a purposeful stride, rain or shine. Homes and families to return to, business meetings not to be missed, shopping to be done before they sell out of the good stuff; places to be and people to see. Folks march around the clock, possibly being the ones who push the hands of the clock themselves with their intentional struts. Nary does a person saunter down the sidewalk, let alone mope down it.
Yet here we have our inaugural sulker, moving slower than a feather sinking in a tub of molasses. It goes by the name of Peter Parker. The poor chap has, without a doubt, completely flunked his English final. Evident by the decelerated shuffle, time moves slower when you don't want to tell your aunt that you may have just failed a class right before graduation. So, here our subject trudges toward Stark Tower in the heart of Manhattan after a horrendously long bus ride, rather than the quaint abode of Aunt May across the river in Queens.
Inside, Tony is "playing with his toys", as he likes to say. One of his cars became involved in a scuffle with him and his latest suit, and requires some TLC. "JARVIS, give me a manipulatable view." He rolls out from under his beloved vessel, hoping to have resolved her troubles. Sitting crisscross, he observes the blue map of the car's underbelly.
"Everything looks good, sir, except for the transmission leak."
"Transmission leak? Since when?" He turns to DUM-E. "Did you do that when you were poking around down here, huh? Don't think I won't turn you into an infinitely more useful coat rack. Sometimes, I think Ea Nasire sold me your wires." The robot angles its head downward, as if to pout.
"Sir, you may want to pause; Peter has entered the complex. He looks sad."
"Sad?" Tony perks up. "Peppy Peter, sad? How?" He rises, wiping his hands on a rag and making for the door. "Don't let DUM-E play with my toy, JARVIS, I'm counting on you." The poor robot whirs woefully.
Peter doesn't even bother grabbing a snack from the kitchen. He goes straight up to his bedroom, quickly intensifying anxiety propelling him. What if I did flunk? I won't graduate on time, and then I'll never go to a good college. He sets his bag down beside his door and slinks into his chair, dropping his head onto his desk, groaning. Words, syntax, and grammar - the end of the world.
"Up and at 'em, kid, no time for sleeping. I need help." Tony leans in the doorway of Peter's room, trying to mask his concern as he takes in the lump of sorrow before him.
"With?"
Tony blinks. Peter never cares what he needs help with; he only cares to be needed. "Camaro has a transmission leak."
"Which one?"
"'71." By happenstance, the teal 1971 Chevrolet Camaro Super Sport is Peter's favorite 'toy' of Tony's. He loves the way the blue catches the sunlight, and how smoothly it runs on the road. When Peter doesn't move an inch, Tony invites himself in. "C'mon, we'll take it for a ride afterwards. You can drive." This could be a lie, but it could not be. Only time would tell.
Peter turns his head to rest his temple on the desk. "No, thanks, Mr. Stark."
Tony raises his eyebrows. "I hate to say it, but I wasn't asking."
Peter gives the sigh of the century, and reluctantly pushes himself up, walking straight out the door and down toward the basement. Tony watches him go, his heart softening at the lack of light in his boy's eyes. To be remedied, he decides, and trails after Peter.
...
"Very well done, Pete. She's all yours." Tony rolls out from under the car once again, snatching the keys from the driver's seat.
"Maybe another time." Peter quickly makes for the stairs to return to his cave, but Tony grabs him by his collar.
"Hold it, hold it." He turns him by his shoulder, looking into his eyes. "What? Do I gotta go blow some punk to smithereens?"
"No, sir, it's nothing."
"Obviously not. Kid," Tony sighs, guiding him to a sofa. "Talk to me, Goose, what's going on?"
"You'll laugh."
"Can't promise I won't."
"Exactly. Mr. Stark, let me go, come on-" Peter struggles in his mentor's hold, suddenly feeling embarrassed at his dejection and mopery.
"No can do, pal. Talk to me. Just spit it out, and you'll be free to go."
Peter sighs. "I think I failed my English final."
Tony blinks. "That's it? If that's the case, Pepper or I can pull some strings, get you out of there top of your class-"
"You don't get it, Mr. Stark, ever since D.C., my whole school knows I run with you. They already think I'm a freeloader. If you threatened to explode my teacher just to fix an earned grade, you'd only be proving their point."
"Well, I wouldn't threaten your teacher, I'd bribe her."
"That is almost worse." He pauses, looking down at his sneakers. "Grades drop at midnight."
"JARVIS, what reads the clock?"
"It's 4:51 PM, sir. I can set a reminder?"
"Do it. Pete," Tony squeezes Peter's shoulder. "There's nothing to be done until midnight. You've got nearly seven hours to kill. Amuse yourself, take your mind off it. You'll make it out on time, one way or a less ethical one."
Peter doesn't reply. He knows that no matter how he protests, Tony can and will bribe his English teacher to give him a passing grade, so realistically, there isn't anything to worry about. Except for the lack of morals behind that grade. And his English teacher would be a hard bargain, too; a woman made entirely of rigid principles, hard facts, and cold truth, Tony may have to invent a new number to even get her to consider changing his grade.
Tony sighs. "You poor youngling, you've left me no choice. Fix your face." He rockets his fingers into the crook of Peter's neck, flexing the ends to dig in without hurting.
Peter lets out the smallest "ah!" ever produced by a human, smashing his ear to his shoulder. "Mr. Stark, what are you dohoing?"
"Fixing your face, since you wouldn't." Tony slinks his hand around the curve of his neck, all the way around and back. Peter giggles, but doesn't fight to get away. Interesting... Tony drops his hand down to Peter's side, prepared for him to fold over into a puddle of light giggles. He was not prepared, however, for Peter to flop into his lap, laughter bubbling from him. "Boy, you need this, huh?"
"Shuhut uhup!" Peter crosses his arms over his chest, effectively doing nothing to stop his attacker. If anything, it only enables him.
"Oh, Dracula needs some tickles, huh?" Tony's fingers massage into the ribcage that's miraculously placed itself before him. It isn't lost on him that Peter seems to be refraining from protecting himself. This lack of movement seems rather intentional to him. Curious...
"Mr. Stahahark!"
Those quick fingers rocket under Peter's arms, digging into the hollows like a pirate in sand digging for a treasure chest. "Present." Tony has already got his treasure, though; the Spider Child is smiling, and that's all he could ask for. In fact, said Spider Child is howling. "Bad spot, huh?" He smiles, arc reactor warming at the effortless laughter spilling out of the boy he cherishes so dearly in his lap.
Without pausing his treatment for a second, the genius-billionaire-playboy-philanthropist admires the youth he's come to have such a soft spot for. Here he is, trusting Tony completely to handle his vulnerability and allow himself to be cheered up. The rosy tint on his cheeks from the wide smile across his lips reminds Tony of the sunrise view from the top of the tower; a pale pink slowly lighting sky before the bright sun greets the land and blankets it in warmth.
Peter inhales deeply, finding himself adjusting to Tony's touch, self-consciousness building once again. "Mr. Stark-" He begins, slowly sitting up.
"Uh- I didn't say we were done here." With one hand, Tony pulls Peter back down to his lap, turning him to be more on his back. The other hand gets a headstart on his stomach. Music to Tony's ears, Peter's laughter refreshes with a squeal. "That's what I thought," he smiles. "Now, would you say you are thoroughly distracted? Hmm?"
"OhohkaHAY!" Peter hollers, tightening his torso and sitting up, signaling he'd had enough.
Tony lets up, smiling at him, even though he knows there is not a chance in hell his arachnid apprentice could look him in the eye right now. He puts a hand on his shoulder, nodding toward the car across the garage. "What do you say we take her for a spin and admire our work, huh?"
Peter takes a deep breath, trying hard to swallow his blush. "Can I still drive?"
Can you tell this was really difficult 😔 i love the idea of cheer-up twords but they are very difficult for me to fathom
Premise: Steve hates to see you down in the dumps, especially when he put you there
Characters: Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Steve Rogers, gn!Reader
Pairing: Ler!Steve and Lee!Reader, implied Ler!Tony and Lee!Peter
NSFW + K!NK DNI
You and Peter have become somewhat of an iconic duo in the superhero scene. While you aren't one yourself, you aren't any less adored by those who are. For the most part, you and Peter have been inseparable since day one, bonding over nerdy science stuff, Legos, and taunting the geriatrics of the Superworld. Namely, the two you'd both lied to and left hanging back at Stark Tower.
"Peter," you giggled somewhat breathlessly, your stomach heaving as wind combed through your hair. "Let's take a break, I feel like I'm going to throw up." You'd spent your night so far clung to Peter's back, soaring between buildings and clearing rooftops. As fun as it's been, you never were one to handle intense movement well.
Without a word, Peter flings the two of you over an alleyway and onto the roof of an apartment building. Small bouts of laughter from adrenaline still escape you as you let go of your ride and settle yourself without grace a comfortable distant from the ledge.
"Jelly legs?" He takes his mask off, wiping sweat from his forehead.
You nod, catching your breath. "You do this every night?"
He shrugs, leaning over the short wall of the roof and looking at the city below. "For the most part, yeah. You get used to the feeling pretty quick."
"Do you?" You rise and make your way towards him. "Woah, which island is that?" You marvel at the lights off in the distance, separated from you only by a pitch-black river.
"Uh," Peter surveys his land. "Well, that over there is FDR Drive, which means that's the East River, so... Roosevelt."
"How far away are we?"
"Who cares? We'll get back eventually."
You stand together, appreciating the beautiful aerial view for a good long while. Peter had been trying to convince Tony to let him take you out patrolling with him for weeks, certain you'd enjoy the rarely seen perspective. The streets of the city wrack your nerves; so busy and cramped, and anyone could be hiding around any corner or within any crowd. Positively, Peter was sure, you'd prefer to look down on them than through them. And he was right. As much as your stomach flipped and your eyes watered from wind, it's been fun to "patrol" with Peter. Nay- it has been downright exhilarating. Your adventures of the night combined with your little fibs to the folks you'd escaped from stirred up a type of excitement you've never felt before. And the sight of your chaotic, bustling home city from so far up, blanketed by distance to almost seem calm, unearthed a new feeling of appreciation for it.
You glance at Peter. His eyes are fixed blankly at the lights reflecting on the river bank off the highway bordering it nearest to you. Soft shadows and highlights coat the bridge of his nose and the curve of his cheeks. Zoned out? A better term for it, but he sure looks at peace, as if he were beholding his city just as you are.
"Children, it is far past curfew." A voice shocks both of you out of your stupors. You both spin around to see a red and gold figure with one metallic hand on its hip. "I never thought you would be able to sneak out without even JARVIS noticing. Impressive, I gotta say." Tony takes a few steps forward.
"Mr. Stark!" Peter chokes out. "We didn't sneak out.. N-Ned texted me and said he saw some suspicious activity down in Midtown, so I-"
"Midtown? Completely South of where we stand? And even if you weren't lying, there's no reason for an accomplice." Tony gestures to you, approaching nearer until your backs are pressed against the short wall.
"Uh.. they were the... suspicious... activity." Peter sighs, knowing he can save a city, but not a lie. Even you cast him a sideways glance.
"Right. Come on, Spiderling and associate. Bedtime." Quickly, you two are snatched up by your collars and blasted off of the rooftop. You shut your eyes, praying it helps with the unrest in your stomach.
Back at the tower, Tony marches with a hand on both of your backs, ensuring he sees you to your final resting places. "Does Steve know?" You ask meekly.
Tony scoffs. "Does Steve know?" he repeats under his breath. Peter sends you a horrified look, and you return it.
"Sorry," he mouths.
You shake your head. You wanted out just as badly as he wanted you out. Neither of you are more to blame.
"JARVIS, lock down every exit and alert me if any windows open." Tony pushes open your bedroom door, pausing a moment. He stares down at you, the twinkle in his eye ever present. "I imagine Steve will want a word with you on integrity, not dissimilar to the one I'm about to have with who I can only assume to be the mastermind behind this daring escape." He tosses a glance over his shoulder, and something about the instant change in Peter's expression sends a shiver down your spine.
You step into your room and shut the door. Two sets of footsteps continue down the hallway. Peter's pleading voice fades quickly. It was good knowing him, and you'd always remember him fondly. Whatever Tony was about to do to him was certainly unrecoverable. Steve, as you'd known him, was one to spare casualties where he could. Certainly, he thought you sparable... right?
You sat on the edge of your bed, waiting listlessly for Steve. Was it really so bad that you and Peter had snuck out? All for a little fun? You'd both done much worse. Peter snuck onto the Q-Ship, and you'd... well, it's hard to compete with that, given you aren't Super. Without a doubt, though, you'd done some very naughty things before. Maybe skipping class and sneaking into Tony's workshop. You sigh, awaiting the talking-to of doom and despair.
Eventually, your door creaks open. Steve steps in, his expression unreadable. His eyes indicate humor, but his jaw indicates frustration. "Pretty bold of you to sneak out like that."
"How'd you figure it out if JARVIS didn't even see it?"
"I'm surprised you didn't notice the half-eaten plate of churros on the counter. We called for you guys to partake." You bite your lip and look at your knees. Damn. The only thing to ever stop you and Peter from demolishing a plate of churros is yet to be discovered. "You know, you were far more likely to be permitted out if you two had just kept on begging Tony. He would have said yes, eventually, just to shut you up. Sneaking out doesn't speak to the discipline I thought you had."
That sentence stings. Your lips turn down just a bit, and you don't look back at him. "The discipline I thought you had." Wow. What a line.
You want to defend yourself and tell him Peter was the one who'd snuck you out, and so desperately wanted to take you out. Yes, you longed to see the city like he did, but you didn't necessarily want to sneak out. But you catch yourself. You were just as guilty as he was because you did go with him, and it wouldn't be very disciplined to throw him under the bus. So, you say nothing.
Steve knows that sentence stung. He did intend to allude to his disappointment, but not that intensely. He bites his lip. "Hey, don't shut down on me, I'm not implying you're undisciplined-"
"No, stick to your word. You just said I was, so pick one." Attitude definitely won't fix your feelings, but you find yourself speaking before thinking. You look him in his eye, holding intense contact.
"You're not undisciplined. I mean that," he says earnestly. "I was trying to say, I never thought you'd lie to us."
This was a more agreeable statement, for lack of a better word. You had built yourself up to be a dependable, honest person. You hadn't realized that simply sneaking out could give that reputation such a blow. Still, Steve words cut deep. You roll onto your side and lay down, turning your back to him. "Goodnight, Steve."
"No, don't do that. Hey." He places a hand on your shoulder. "You're not a loose cannon and you know it, that came out wrong and I misconstrued my thoughts, I'm sorry." Your body locks down, even though you don't want to ignore Steve. His remorse is audible, and you believe his apology, but your body isn't working with your mind, which frustrates you to no end. Steve recognizes this and pats your shoulder with a sigh. "I'll give you a break."
Time passes, and you slowly gain the ability to control your body again. You change into your pajamas and snuggle under your blanket, still feeling hurt, even though you believe that Steve is sorry and didn't mean what he initially said. You glance at the clock on your desk before turning to face the wall: well past ten o'clock.
Steve knocks on your door, opening it slowly to avoid waking you in case you'd fallen asleep. "You awake in here?" He whispers. You hum to give him a sign of life. He enters casually, gently shutting the door. "I am sorry, you know." He approaches your desk and sets a plate down gently.
"I know."
"You're not undisciplined. It was... youthful hooliganism. Hell, Bucky and I snuck out to meet up a couple times when we were younger, too. But the lying is what Tony and I took issue with. It threw your chances of us agreeing to let you go out together out the window, and falters our belief in you. You know that, I'm sure." He approaches your bed and crouches behind you, staring at your blanket-clad back.
You doubt this will cause great changes in the trust the Avengers have with you. Business-wise, you've never let them down and have always done everything that you can to help behind the scenes. But still, you did lie. You and Peter had told Steve and Tony that you were going to play around with Peter's new Lego set in his room, and they didn't think twice about it because of the regularity of such an occurrence.
"I'm sorry we lied," you say softly. You mean it, too. Just like Steve doesn't want his lapsus linguae to leave a lasting impact on your relationship, you don't want your lapsus judicii to leave a stain on your reputation with the Avengers.
"I believe you." He reaches out and kindly strokes your back with his knuckles. "Hey, listen. I heated up some of those churros, if you want them."
That piques your interest. You sit up and let your blanket fall over your legs. Steve smiles at your rejuvenation and grabs the plate, motioning for you to scoot over. He squeezes onto your bed, offering the plate to you. Together, you share some churros, forgiving of each other's mistakes. Even though your face doesn't show it.
"Is Peter..." you begin, swallowing the final bite of your last churro, "still with us?"
Steve chuckles, setting the plate back on your desk and rotating to face you, laying on his arm. "Yeah, he's alive. Did you hear him?"
"Hear him?"
"I guess not, then." He smiles, looking down toward the end of the bed. "Was it fun, at least? Your little endeavor?"
You nod, also staring at the end of the bed. "Yeah."
"'Yeah?' All I get is a 'yeah?' C'mon, tell me something exciting!" Steve pokes your belly a few times. A smile fights to spread over your face, but you bite it back, covering yourself with your arm.
"Uhum... we saw Roosevelt Island."
"That's something, what else?"
You think for a moment. "We watched a helicopter land at the hospital."
Steve sighs. "Doesn't sound like it was all that worth it." He's just trying to get a rise out of you. You shrug, sighing a little yourself. He straightens his lips, peering at you. "Yeah, I know... I cut you pretty deep, didn't I?"
Yes, is the answer; Steve's comment did really hurt you. It frustrates you - it always has - that comments that cut bleed for longer than they should. It's always been this way. One small comment could disrupt your entire mindset extensively, no matter how good your day had been beforehand. "Yeah," you whisper.
He nods. "I'm sorry."
"I know."
"Hey," he says quietly, turning to face you entirely. "Look at me. It's nothing either of us are going to hold against you. It's just a lesson in honesty, and patience. And you still aren't undisciplined. You're young, you're learning, you're going to make mistakes, just like everybody else in this world." You nod, not looking away from the peak of your feet under the blanket. "Don't make me do what Tony did to Peter."
You wrinkle your brow, turning to face Steve. "What did Tony do to Peter?"
Is Steve... smiling? "Oh, nothing too crazy... But, it'd coax that smile out of you."
Your stomach flips, and that smile Steve referenced is starting to surface. "Ohh, no, Steve, don't..." You turn over to hide, facing the wall.
"No, I think it'll help!" He sings, marching to fingers up your back, toward your side. "C'mon... let me see that smile." He buries his two fingers into your side, just under your ribs.
"Steheheve, nohoho!" You whine, rolling into your pillows.
"Steve, yes! Someone needs to smile, and I'm going to make it happen!" He wraps his arm over your back and pulls you closer, digging into your side, squeezing rapidly with intermittent pokes. You tuck your arms in closely to your sides, shutting your eyes tightly. "Get your face out of that pillow and let. Me. See. That. Smile." He moves his hands up to your ribs, shaking them to emphasize each word, before gently wiggling his fingers at the base of your neck.
"Stohohop!" Your voice is muffled by the fabric of your pillow.
"Stop what? Turning your frown upside down?"
"Yehes!!" You turn your head for a breath of air.
"Oh? Was that it? Was that a smile? Was that a smile?" Steve leans over you, trying to get a better look, digging his chin into your trap. "I think I saw it!"
You're trapped now, in a sort of side hug. He slides his other arm under you and claws at your stomach. There's no hiding it, now: you're smiling at the hands of Steve. "Steheheve!" You squeak out.
"Ah, don't you just love to see it? What a beautiful thing, a smile, huh?" He speaks into your ear, his breath making you lift up your shoulder, trapping his head between it and your own head. He turns his head and blows a quick raspberry right under the curve of your jaw before letting up. "Don't want you returning those churros to me, now." He stops tickling you but doesn't release you. "Hey, I'm glad you're smiling. Makes me feel a whole lot better. And I'm willing to bet it made you feel a whole lot better, too."
You shut your eyes, tired from the undertakings of the day, but the smile doesn't disappear from your face. "Maybe," you mutter.
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
Steve smiles and gives you one more loving squeeze before rising, taking the plate from your desk. "Sleep tight, sunshine."
These recent lee moods do be making me real giggly and squealy even from tkl posts that ARENT EVEN MEANT TO BE TEASES. THEY'RE JUST TALKING ABT SMTH THEY LIKE AND IM SUDDENLY WITHOLDING A GIGGLE LIKE HELP???? I NEED TO BE WRECKED
a scenario always living in my head rent free is someone trying to massage your back while sitting on the back of your legs but you’re too ticklish on your back
My back is so sensitive I can even tkl myself there agshwjqiieje2.
Like if anyone goes for that bone in the spine where the neck and the back meets Im gone. Or that entire upperback area in between the shoulder blades. Or that small strip of a spot where the sides and the back meet. HEY WHO'S SPILLING MY SECRETS.
I genuinely hate working while in a lee mood....i never get anything done.
ineedalerineedalerineedalerineedalerineedalerineedalerineedalerineedalerineedalerineedalerineedalerineedalerineedalerineedalerineedalerineedalerineedalerineedalerineedalerineedalerineedalerineedalerineedalerineedalerineedalerineedalerineedalerineedalerI NEED A LER.
I was scrolling through compilations of tadc kinger being a dad(tm) and someone commented how they loved that whenever kinger's hand grabs ahold of smth, the hand follows even when the thing moves away.
So imagine kinger just clawing at your stomach and no matter how much wriggling or squirming or even inching away from him his hand just follows cuz it's attached to you now—
ASGQGQJKDIEIQJDK3OP1QGSHW ANYWAYS TIME TO BE A NORMAL PERSON NOW AND DO MY WORK (IG????????)
Awwwwww, does someone want some tickle-tickle-tickles, hm? Does someone need me to scribble all over their sides till they're a flustered blob on the floor? I think they dooooooo!~
ASGSHWHJQJQGEJEJWISUWGQHABWQV *screams*
I'M NOT AFRAID OF YOU!!! *shoves fists in the air* I'M NOR AFRAID!!!!!
