Pretty please read this before following or messaging and such, just so you know whether or not you will feel comfy on my blog and also so you know my boundaries and all those good things. Also, feel free to ask any questions if need be <3
Hello! My name is Kai! Welcome to my silly little blog where I post silly little things. I hope you enjoy your time here :)
first and foremost, this is blog is primarily a sfw tickle related blog. That’s why I created it and I want to get back to that cuz I really miss it. Don’t follow if you’re not comfortable with that! :)
I am a MINOR, and AROACE, and also just DON’T REALLY WANT TO INTERACT WITH FETISH. This is a completely SFW blog, please respect that, otherwise you will be blocked. Also, people older than me can follow, just please don’t message me or interact with me personally if you’re drastically older (meaning like late 20s+), I don’t really feel safe with that, thank you.
Tickle stuff, DNI criteria, and other random information under the cut :)
Mildly important or interesting little facts:
I’m aroace
he/they pronouns
I bounce around fandoms constantly
currently very very very into Miraculous and TMA
I’ve been on tumblr for five years now, maybe six
I play percussion
I sew and crochet
I’m like super freaking cool or something idk
I’m a Lee :) I’ve had I think two ler moods in my whole life, though they only lasted like ten minutes cuz I just ended putting myself in a Lee mood 😭 I’m fine with roleplay or teases or stuff like that, just don’t immediately approach with that, it’ll make me uncomfortable and unlikely to want to interact with you. Just approach me like a person, cuz I happen to be one of those! :)
I’m down to make friends, though I hesitate to talk to people sometimes cuz I get paranoid about online safety, but please feel free to reach out, I’d love to talk to people, a lot of you are pretty freaking cool! My apologies if I’m not the best at talking if you do happen to reach out :)
Also, way deep in the trenches of my blog is fanfic I used to write, I think entirely tickle fanfic. I don’t really write anymore, but I may post something again eventually, who knows, the world is mysterious and weird and stuff
Basic DNI criteria apply (no pedos, racists, homophobes, transphobes/terfs, etc), but also just DNI if you’re just an asshole, don’t think you’d enjoy my blog, or are above like 27 please and thank you. And once again, this is a SFW ACCOUNT RUN BY AN AROACE MINNOR. NSFW, DNI.
My silly little tags:
Kai’s precious little life - just things about me
Kai’s in a lee mood - tickle stuff
Kai’s a loooooser - yapping about my interests
loser island: my tomodachi life shenanigans
That’s all, hope you all have a lovely whatever time it is for you :)
I was in a long-term relationship that fell apart partially because I was ace and my partner was very much not, and every time we looked for relationship help we got told that I was the problem. Not just that a significant mismatch in sexual desire could be a problem in a relationship, but that it was My Fault, Specifically, for not being willing to suck it up and have a bunch of sex I didn't want. To my ex's credit, he cared about consent much more than any of the professionals we talked to and refused to pressure me even when my (lesbian, billed as progressive and pro-LGBT) therapist was actively telling him to.
But it meant that we had absolutely no help or support when we were trying to work on the relationship in ways that *did* value my autonomy. There's basically no advice for people who want to try to make a relationship where there's a big desire gap work that isn't "well you should just have sex anyway" or "just break up lol". And that sucks!
Sometimes breaking up is necessary, and that's what ended up happening with us because there were other reasons we worked better as friends, but there *should* be better frameworks for discussing what people want and need that don't automatically assume that one partner's feelings are automatically more important or valuable than the other's.
I was dating someone who wanted to be accommodating and work with me to figure things out but lacked the EQ to do so in any effective way. It was my first relationship and I was still figuring out what being ace meant for me. It’s been eight or nine years, but I still remember very clearly the moment I realized we’d been approaching the entire discussion as if my orientation was the problem to be solved, and that it would be equally as valid to say that hers was.
She was significantly less impressed with this revelation than I was, but I tried to hold on to it ever since (although obviously the real problem wasn’t either one of us, but the mismatch and the lack of tools to deal with it). I think it’s super important to remember that we aren’t the ones in the wrong while our theoretical partners are the ones in the right. I was surprised by how much I’d internalized the assumption and I don’t think I’m the only one.
The other frustrating aspect of this is allo relationships will often have periods of time where libido does not match (I'm not derailing and this will swing back to asexual people)
Just after giving birth, during a family crisis, during a mental health episode, during health problems, during stressful periods at work
There are a lot of times when one person is horned up and raring to go and the other has no interest
And the solution often presented is that the person who is going through something should just put out because they are the problem instead of like...finding ways to engage in non sexual intimacy to reaffirm closeness
An asexual person is going to get 10x the amount of pressure and blame put on them and no advice on how non-sexual intimacy can help their relationships and if they get that at all it will only be to sell it as a bridge to sex they don't want.
I really hate the selling of intimacy as only equaling or facilitating sex. Intimacy comes in many forms and should be explored more by every couple as a non sexual act. And it the given importance it deserves. In fact I would argue if we as a society put more value on non sexual intimacy more relationships would be happier and healthier
And asexual people would stop getting shit for being themselves.
this is yet another crazy self-indulgent fic, like god I want this so bad, but also, hey, maybe you guys want something like this too. And so, I share! As per usual with me, I did write this for myself, an Aroace person, so it is written with platonic language and intentions which might make it a little difficult to interpret as romantic, but you’re the one reading, interpret it however you want! I hope you enjoy :D
slight tw: weed is mentioned and used in this fic. Also kissing but not on the lips and intended platonically (kiss ur homies guys it’s awesome). Also tickles I guess
Ler: unspecified! It’s up to you :)
Lee: Reader
Life had felt crazy recently. School was wrapping up, you had training for your summer job basically every single day for the next week or so on top of working your pre-existing job, and you were so tired. But that’s what made the calm quiet moments so nice.
You weren’t asleep, but honestly nothing was stopping you from being so. You were so relaxed, your eyes closed as you rested. And of course, they were there. They always made you feel safer than you could ever express.
You were lying together in their bed, limbs loosely tangled around one another. God, you loved them so much. Sure, it was platonic, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t be love.
Just an hour or so ago the two of you were passing a joint back and forth at a park near their place. Not enough for either of you to really get that high, but enough for you to feel it just a little. In your mildly inebriated state, you had finally found the courage to tell them out loud your deepest secret. Sure, they knew, you both were aware they knew, but you hadn’t ever felt ready to say it.
“You know, I kinda like being tickled” you had said to them softly as you passed them the joint.
“Yeah?” They replied gently, acting calm about it despite the fact that they were internally ecstatic about the fact that you had finally felt ready to tell them verbally.
“Yeah.”, you affirmed, your voice soft and quiet, not unusual when you were smoking, but not your base volume either. “It’s just kinda comforting… feels nice, makes me feel loved, you know?”
“I kinda like tickling you” they reply, the smallest hint of tease in their voice, but their little smile was one of endearment. “You just always seem so genuinely happy. It’s cute” they finished before putting the joint to their lips
“Shut up” you said with a little laugh, your head leaning on their shoulder, sighing softly as your body relaxed into them.
Now, an hour later, here you were, cuddles up comfortably in their bed, small amounts of weed still in your systems, allowing you both to be even more relaxed than you would regularly be.
You shifted your body a little, moving so your back was to their chest, then your hands reached out to gently hold one of theirs, running your fingertips along their own fingers, just quietly admiring. Then their hands gently shifted, holding one of yours, tracing along your fingers the same way. Then, after a few moments, their finger trailed down to your palm, causing a very small but clear reaction of a few extremely soft giggles before they died down but the feeling that caused the giggling clearly still there based on the sound of your breath.
They smiled a little, shifting their body ever so slightly downwards, and planting small gentle kisses on the back of your neck, stopping their tracing of your palms.
You squeaked quietly, quiet giggles bubbling back up and staying this time, your head tilting back a little in reflexive reaction. Their smile grew ever so slightly, not that you could see it. Listening to your laughter made them so happy.
Slowly, they moved their hand downwards, going just past your stomach to dip under your top, then gently walking their fingers back up along your skin, then gently skittering there.
You squealed, your body curling in at the new sensation, your feet kicking uselessly back and forth as you laughed due to the soft but certainly effective sensation.
“I always forget just how sensitive you are” they remark with a soft laugh of their own, watching you giggle and squeak at their hand.“Shuhuhut uhup-!”, you giggle out softly, causing them to laugh again.
“I’m barely doing anything!” they say, playfully defensive. You let out a small sound akin to a whine at their words, and they just gently kiss the back of your neck again, more so out of endearment then to tickle although that side effect was far from unexpected.
You squealed a little at the kiss, wishing you could fight the flush on your face. They just smiled, their fingers travelling upwards to find your high ribs, causing your giggles to get louder and higher pitched.
“Aw, you’re so cute! And to think it requires so little effort on my part to get you like this, you really are insanely ticklish” they tease a little, and you cover your face with your hands. If you could speak through your bubbly fit of giggles, you would, but instead you were stuck a flustered mess in their arms.
Eventually their fingers slowed, not quite to a stop, but most of the way, leaving you still giggling softly.
“Can you turn around for me?” they asked, all tease gone from their voice to make sure you didn’t feel so shy you wouldn’t be able to let yourself relax and comply. It took you a moment to gather yourself, but you nodded ever so softly. After a moment your body was shifted back so you were facing them.
“Good, thank you” they said softly, moving downwards to rest their forehead against yours, looking into your eyes, even though you were struggling to make eye contact.
“Now…” they said, their now still hands moving and coming to rest on the sides of your back. You felt your face flush again immediately, small nervous giggles slipping out every now and then.
“I know this is a pretty intense spot for you, so just say the word and I’ll stop, Kay?”, they asked, sounding ever so slightly more serious just to make a hundred percent sure that you understood and knew they meant it. At your shy nod, they sighed slightly and smiled.
“Good” they said softly, their fingers starting up their playful torment again. They were being so gentle, but you practically shrieked as you fell back into helpless laughter, your own hands weakly griping their shirt, kicking your feet back and forth again, eyes quickly shutting once again. They laughed at your reaction, kissing your forehead gently as they slowly started to increase the speed of their fingers, causing you to squeal.
“God, you really are so cute” they whispered softly, not teasing anymore, just wanting to tell you.
Their eyes swept over your face, taking in your smile. Even at this pretty odd angle, they loved looking at you, especially while you were laughing. They loved getting to see you like this.
Eventually, with a small plea for a break from you, their fingers slowed down yet again, still not quite coming to a full stop, but enough that you managed to get your laughter under control. They moved their hands down to your hips, tracing little stars and swirls.
“Thahank you” you said softly, still struggling a little not to giggle when you spoke. They gave your smiley, serene face one last sweep before closing their eyes just as yours were.
This was while William Still, one of the leaders of the Underground Railroad who helped former slaves adjust to free life, kept such detailed notes of all he helped, in an effort to possibly aid families in reuniting later on (he of course kept the notes very well hidden while slavery was still legal). He started doing this when one of his brothers, Peter, who unlike him was born enslaved, came to the Philadelphia Antislavery Society for aid after buying his freedom and initially they had no idea they were even related. William’s parents hadn’t been able to bring their two oldest sons with them when the successfully escaped with their younger children, and William was born after. None of his parents’ attempts to free his brothers had worked, and they’d lost track of them when they were sold out of Maryland.
William’s notes were turned into a book he published in 1872, in an effort to help families reunite. The book has records of over six hundred enslaved people.
Yes today is the release of the final episode of TADC and I understand people are hyped about it, but please don't forget that today is also Juneteenth. Take time to show your love and support and to understand the history behind Juneteenth, and spread awareness of it.
forever thinking of catra from the 2018 she-ra series. what if you were deeply in love with your best friend. what if you chose long ago to abandon your morals to stay by her side. what if, at the very first chance, she was faced with the same decision and chose her morals over you. what if your grief over that choice was so immense that it fueled five seasons of television and almost ended the world. what if, at the end of it all, the end of the very world she fought so hard to save, you asked her to stay and she finally, finally did
Oh my goddess gracious I had such a lovely dream last night. It’s kinda hazy, but I know in the dream I was half asleep and someone was gently playing a guitar and writing lyrics and every so often they would take a break and tickle me to help them think or something along those lines, and it was just so cozy and comfy and playful and sweet and I wanna live in that dream god it was so nice
freaking hate when I can’t find any fics for whoever the current brain eating guy is and so I write my own to live in my notes app but I can’t get the stupid characterization right and then it’s chud and I hate it 💔💔💔
went for a walk today and a little kitty I met back when the little man was still a kitten. Kitty then joined me on my walk for the next ten minutes. Very nice to know he’s doing well :)
