#ler!betty

[123puppy]

11. Squeal

I did a sketch that lead to this moment but I doubted, you know, because I was scared ; u ;

I'm losing my mind over #16 because I had a dream-A DREAM- about it and omg, I wanted to eat my pillow /inhale

So have fun with that anticipation, you can guess what they are > v >

[ticklishbeans4]

You think Simon is the type to yeet himself outta there if it went like this: Betty: ... Simon Simon: Hm? ... Yes? Betty: *wiggles fingers at Simon* Simon: 0 _ 0 *Disappears aka sprints outta there* Betty: Woah didn't know he could run that fast

XD I love how your wrote this.

I could absolutely see him doing that, just yeeting himself out of the room. Of course he's always caught in the end, but that'a part of the fun uwu.

[ask-nightmare-ler]

They're back!

[veryblushyswitch]

They make me happy 💖

Dorks <3

[lyricityhq]

quem tiver mais de um personagem pode usar conta multimuse?

trecho retirado da página de regras.

Não permitimos o uso de blog mumu. O blog do primeiro personagem aplicado deve ser o principal*, mas o do segundo personagem pode ser um blog secundário. *A única exceção é o blog principal sendo a “central de personagens” que o player possui no lyricityhq.

[lopsicle]

~Winter Wonderland~

TickleTober Day 12 Mischief:

Characters: Lee! Simon, Ler! Winter King.

Summary: Simon’s been down in the dumps ever since entering the Winter King’s dimension and that just won’t do for WK, who tries everything to cheer him up.

Warnings: Tickle Fic, Simon being self-deprecating

•••

Simon felt like shit. Physically and mentally. He hadn’t given himself a wink of sleep since…since, when was the last time he had slept? It had to of been before Finn took him out into the woods, how long had it been since then? It was hard to tell when travelling through a horrifying multiverse, even though this new dimension wasn’t scary. It was just…troubling.

This Winter King guy really rubbed Simon the wrong way, and it just made him feel even shittier about himself to have an ounce of bitterness or jealousy towards the man. Yet, how could he not? The Winter King was everything Simon wanted to be; charismatic, helpful, powerful, he even fought off the Crown’s curse by himself! Simon couldn’t resist the Crown for anything, not himself, not Marceline, not even Betty. Betty. Oh, if she could see him now, to see that this is what she…was lost for.

Simon hadn’t moved from the Winter King’s throne, sitting at the foot of it with his rigid back leaning against the piercing cold chair. His borrowed, immaculate clothes kept him safe from the cold just enough so that he wasn’t shiver, but not enough to feel an annoying chill against his back. Fionna was off training, doing something productive while Cake actually managed to enjoy herself here. Simon wanted to join them, but partaking in anything here felt like eating the Forbidden Fruit, like he’d be admitting his flaws. Like he was saying the Winter King was superior.

Which he was, but Simon couldn’t bring himself to say that. Not out loud.

His host seemed to have grown concerned though, he had been observing Fionna duelling valiantly against his ice knights with a proud smile before his gaze lingered over to Simon, and his expression became something similar to a teacher worried about a troubled child. Though he fixed his expression, putting on his usual confident, cheerful face before skating across the ice masterfully over to Simon, standing before the shorter, curled up man.

“Now, Simon, my throne is lovely but surely there’s something more entertaining in this kingdom for you! And if there isn’t, I can make it for you in a jiffy!” The Winter King offered with a white smile, Simon managed to tilt his head up to meet his gaze, offering a polite yet deflated smile.

“Thank you but I…think I’ll be fine here, I’m just tired, it’s been a long few days.” Simon gave his usual excuse, hoping it would deter the Winter King. He underestimated just how perceptive he was; he shook his head at Simon with a gleeful expression.

“Oh, my dear, sweet Simon, did you forgot that we’re the same person at our core? I know that lie, I used it myself when things were rough many-a-times and I know that it won’t get you anyway.” The Winter King took on a more vulnerable tone, tenderly offering Simon his hand with an encouraging, hopeful expression on his face.

Well fuck, he’d look like an asshole if he didn’t go with him now. That and he was kinda right, sulking in the corner about how much he sucks wasn’t gonna fix much. Cautiously, he placed his hand in the Winter King’s who suddenly yanked him up delightfully, his demeanour switching back seamlessly to his excitable self.

“Splendid choice, fellow Petrikov! I have the perfect activity in mind to get you out of that dark corner of your brain you’ve wandered off to!” The Winter King called out as he dragged Simon along behind him, who was letting out petrifying squeals and grunts as the two of them plummeted across the ice, cold air brushing past their ears. Sliding across the ice, the Winter King kept a strong grip on Simon’s hand, keeping him as steady as one could be when plummeting through the snow. He also flipped the two of them in the air a few times, just for the sake of it.

“Shouldn’t we slow down?! We’re heading right for the that edge!” Simon cried out, noticing that the Winter King was sending them to straight to one of the many lavish balconies of his ice castle. The King simply chuckled in response, his glasses shining with pride.

“Oh, yes, yes we are because that’s our destination!” With a frightened yelp from Simon and a joyous squeal from the Winter King, he sent the two of them hurtling from the balcony, before simply outstretching his hand and expertly creating a comfortable ramp of ice for them to slide down, right to the courtyard outside his castle. The Winter King kept his footing as he slid down whereas Simon simply clung onto him for safety, mentally cursing himself for ever agreeing to this. The King’s boots touched the ground with a satisfying crunch, maintaining his balance as he landed on the snowy landscape. Simon skidded against the ground, nearly slipping on his face but the Winter King caught him by wrapping his arm around Simon’s waist, keeping his footing steady.

“Are you trying to get us killed or do you just enjoy throwing me around like a ragdoll?!” Simon furrowed his brown as he panted for breath, resting his hands on his knees, hunching over slightly. The Winter King grinned from ear to ear.

“Yes!” Before Simon had the chance to rightfully give him an agitated earful for his behaviour, he continued speaking in his pompous, fun-loving tone. “That was very necessary for what we’re about to do, Simon, for we are about to engage in an activate that needs you to be on your guard, thinking straight, on top of your game, heart pumping and lungs heaving!” With an amazed expression, the Winter King held his arms over his head in a grand gesture.

“We’re going to have a snowball fight!” Simon stood there for a few moments just processing the information, blinking slowly in disbelief.

“You did all of that just for…a snowball fight?” Simon sighed, not sure why he expected anything different from his new companion.

“Why, of course, everything in the Winter Kingdom needs a little pizazz, it wouldn’t be nearly as fun otherwise! Speaking of,” The Winter King raised his arms through the air as if he was pushing them through water and before the pair of them, a few short walls of ice and snowy cover appeared on opposite sides of the courtyard.

“There we go, now there’s a little more flavour!” The Winter King smiled proudly, Simon was wondering how going up against what was practically an ice elemental in a snowball fight was even fear, but persisted.

“So uh, how do we start this?” Simon asked awkwardly, standing unsure of himself next to the impressive display of the Winter King’s power. Said King turned away from Simon as if he was thinking, but suddenly turned back, rolling a small snowball about within his hands before chucking it at Simon’s waist.

“Like that!” He smiled widely, playfully, Simon politely tried to match his energy with a competitive glare, falling down to his knees and shovelling up some snow. The Winter King retreated to his cover, grinning like a schoolgirl as he sat tucked behind a snow wall, peeking out from around its edge and-

Bam! He was struck square in the face by a snowball, it’s cold remnants dripping down his chin and staining his skin with a vanilla glow.

“Headshots are cheap shots!” The Winter King called out playfully, wiping away his eyes and ducking back behind his cover. The two of them went on with their fight, scrambling to make more snow balls, chucking them at each other, chasing each other around, sliding across the ice, of which Simon slipped many times. Simon took a few hits to his chests and limbs, but he managed to knock the Winter King’s crown clean off of his head at one point, sending the two into a laughing fit.

“I am sohoho sorry!” Simon apologised, keeling over as he offered the Winter King his crown back. The Winter King took it back with hands shaky from laughter and placed it back atop his head, placing one of his hands against Simon’s shoulder for support.

“D-dohohn’t be, that was a superb shot, Simon! But, that doesn’t mean your getting out of this that easily!” The Winter King commented with a sly grin that Simon didn’t have the chance to question the meaning of before he felt his cool fingertips he jabbed into his armpits.

“Ah! H-heheheehy!” Simon squeaked at the abrupt tough, his arms instinctively coiling to his sides. His legs gave out under him and he leaned into the Winter King for support, who wrapped an arm around his waist considerately.

“Don’t “hey” me, Simon, this is a very fair punishment! Crown shots are cheap shots, haven’t you heard?” The Winter King teased him, something that he obviously just made up as an excuse for…this. Why he was doing this was still unknown to Simon…until he remembered something the Winter King said earlier; they were the same person. He must’ve known that Simon would end up enjoying this too; Simon would’ve found it considerate if it wasn’t so, so flustering.

“Pleahahase, thihis is chihihildish!” Simon weakly protested, or at least it sounded like a protest. The Winter King stayed determined, slipping his hands down to Simon’s sides and jabbing his nails into his sides, wriggling them about.

“Simon, sweetie, we were having a snowball fight a few moments ago and you didn’t mean that at all! It doesn’t seem like your minding this all that much either!” The Winter King smirked, feeling no need to be discreet about that little secret. Simon did on the other hand, his cheeks turned a dark shade of red as he gripped onto the hem of the Winter King’s shirt tightly, as if he was begging for him to put those words back into his mouth.

“Dohohon’t be rihihidiculous!” Simon spat out, tilting his face down to hide his glowing cheeks. He didn’t know why he was trying to argue with WK like this, but it arguing an impossible lie felt easier than admitting an embarrassing secret.

“Oh, but I am ridiculous, silly even! That’s why us Petrikovs like this sort of thing; it’s playful and rough and so energetically soothing, don’t you think?” As the Winter King kept going on, Simon could feel that nervous feeling in his chest growing stronger and stronger. The Winter King’s hands began skittering and scribbling around Simon’s torso, his pristine nails digging into the fabric of his suit.

“M-mahahahahahahybe!!” Simon relented, finding it hard to deny such a vibrant, self-assured figure. T hat seemed to please the Winter King though, his fingers eased up on Simon’s waist a little bit, sticking to just tracing against his skin.

“Very good, now would you like this to continue or are you feeling better?” The Winter King murmured considerately, surprising Simon from just how easily softness and vulnerability came to him, simple as spawning ice from his fingertips.

Simple as manifesting your own reality.

“Cahahan’t it be bohohohth?” Simon chose. The Winter King felt Simon’s grip on him loosen slightly.

“Now your thinking right! Of course we can, my dear Petrikov, now let’s see where to start…your ribs, hips maybe?”

Simon blushed, regretting his decision instantly but ultimately, he was enthralled about what was to come.

[fluffyfantasticducky]

Domestic Petrigrof

fiancée activities

[lastoneout]

I know this is hypocritical but literally the ONLY time I have ever been alright with a VA being bothered with shipping questions is when some Professional Interviewer asked Betty White what she thought about Norma/The Once-ler and she did everything short of just saying "oh sure I bet they fucked" like QUEEN SHIT she was SO fucking funny for hearing about the most ridiculous crack ship from a KIDS MOVIE immediately yes and-ing the fandom. Insane behavior. I would give anything to shake her hand.

[humorisstoredinthetits]

Even More Headcannons

Exactly what it sounds like

They are the house that hands out full-sized candy bars on Halloween

Mac always makes them dress up in a theme

They've done the Teletubbies, the Wizard of Oz (Duke was the Wicked Witch, she was not happy about the green makeup), The Golden Girls, the I'm In Love with the Villainess girls and her personal favorite, the South Park kids

She was Kenny, Duke was Kyle, Veronica was Stan and Chandler was Cartman

Sometimes Betty and Martha will join in on the theme

They tried to get one of them to be Noo-Noo the year they did Teletubbies but they both refused

JD swallowed his pride and went as Noo-Noo

JD hides in their bushes and scares the kids

Mac and Duke always eat too much candy and get stomachaches

Duke's snake is named Cornelius (if you get this reference you're awesome)

Chandler's cat is named Heather

She thought it would be funny (Heather Cat-ler, get it?)

Heather the cat sits atop her cat tower and hisses if anyone gets too close

But whenever Mac walks in she jumps down and starts purring

Basically she's just Chandler in cat form

Mac's Rabbit is named something cutesy like Munchkin

Catler hates the rabbit

She's just jelly that Mac isn't giving her attention

Whenever Duke annoys Veronica she'll pick her up and won't put her down

Duke is like 5'3 while Veronica is 5'11

Chandler is 5'5 and Mac is 5'9

Most people think Chandler is the tallest but its bc she always wears heels

Chandler is actually a huge scaredy-cat

She's afraid of rides at amusement parks, snakes, spiders/bugs, dogs, heights, blood, ghosts/the undead/zombies/etc., the youtube videos Veronica watches at 3am, and of course being abandoned and left alone forever but that last one is more bc of trauma than anything

She's really insecure about her fears, she's supposed to be the strong one who stares down her competition

Elaborating on the dog thing, if a dog ever comes close to her she'll scream and climb on whoever is close

JD totally has a dog but its like a golden retriever with a heart of gold named Spot and he uses it to scare Chandler

JD and Duke do chaos gremlin things together sometimes

One time they all got together and played UNO

They took all the +4 cards from the deck and hid them in their pockets and made Chandler sit between them

They would only use the +4 cards on her and she got so fucking mad

(She sat in the middle so even if things got reversed one of them could always +4 her)

Chandler may or may not have set the deck on fire

Veronica started watching One Piece and she was pretty much dead to the world for like 10 days or however long it takes to watch it all the way through

She was completely unresponsive to anything the Heathers did and it scared the hell out of them

Mac loves Pokemon and has like 10,000 plushes

Her favorites are the eeveelutions

Chandler and JD are slushy buddies and will often go to 7/11 and just talk about their trauma and shit

[123puppy]

29. Wake up!

[veryblushyswitch]

Get him!!! 💖

HELO CAN U DOODLE SOME LEE SIMON FROM FIONNA AND CAKE… HES JUST…SO SILLY I LOV HIM

HEEHOO ofc you can :D

i drafted this then forgot abt it my bad-

[ticklishbeans4]

Because I just caught up on all the Fionna and Cake episodes and I'm in love, here's my headcanons.

Simon Petrikov, aka my SON

Ler

Not much of a Ler but he'll play the part now and then

More a gentle and playful Ler, loves giving cheer up tickles

Favorite way to tease is wiggling his fingers over his Lee and pretending he's gonna tickle them while saying stuff like "I'm gonna getcha! The tickle monsters coming!"

Used to give Marceline cheer up tickles when she was little, and played little tickles games with her to keep her distracted and happy. This little piggy was his favorite cause it made Marcy snort and he thought it was adorable.

Used to tickle Betty when she was over working herself and she needed a break.

Lee

Definitely a huge lee, my boi gets all the tickles

Worst spots are his sides, ribs, knees, and neck.

When Marceline was little she'd hug him but then give "surprise tickles" which he always fell for.

Betty tickled him all the time too, sometimes when he was over working himself, sometimes cause he just looked so dang cute, and sometimes just because.

Has a snorty and wheezy kind of laugh, and doesn't immediately laugh when tickled, he'll yelp and squirm around trying to escape before he breaks.

Sensitive to raspberries, but really he's super ticklish to everything.

Can't handle compliments and always melts when he gets them while being tickled.

I could definitely see Finn and Jake tickling him to "get back at him for the Ice King bizz" but they never mean it, they just wanna mess with him.

He does enjoy being tickled, but he'd way to flustered to ever admit it.

Fionna

Ler

A hecka ler, she's always first to tickle her friends when they're feeling down, or just cause she can.

Also, very much and evil ler. She's absolutely ruthless when she gets going.

Always goes for the worst spots and jumps between them till her lee is gasping for air and begging.

She has occasionally gone too far, but she apologizes and gets them water and extra snacks.

Loves raspberries and gives them very liberally

If someone doesn't want to be tickled she'll respect it, but might sneak in a poke or two just to be sure they're serious.

Lee

Not as much of a lee, but she still really enjoys it!

Worst spots are her underarms, thighs, belly, and ribs.

Definitely has a snort laugh and gets flustered when someone points it out. Which her friends do. Often.

Really sensitive to feathers and gentle tickles

Can't stand baby talk when she's being tickled and with go beat red if someone baby talks her.

She has pretty sensitive ears too, she gets squirmy if someone whispers in her ears. Marshal Lee once brushed a feather over her ear and she squealed wicked loud.

[inscryption-gamers-au]

oh to answer yourself question lu. I mean nobody,

The Lorax (also known as Dr. Seuss' The Lorax) is a 2012 American 3D computer-animated musical comedy film directed by Chris Renaud, co-directed by Kyle Balda (in his feature directorial debut), and produced by Chris Meledandri and Janet Healy, from a screenplay written by Cinco Paul and Ken Daurio. Paul and Daurio also served as executive producers alongside Dr. Seuss' widow Audrey Geisel. The second screen adaptation of Seuss' 1971 children's book of the same name following the 1972 animated television special, it was produced by Illumination Entertainment and distributed by Universal Pictures. The Lorax stars the voices of Danny DeVito, Ed Helms, Zac Efron, Taylor Swift, Rob Riggle, Jenny Slate, and Betty White.[4] It builds on the book by expanding the story of the Lorax and Ted, the previously unnamed boy who visits the Once-ler.

[The scrybe remains silent, despite your rambling about this lorax]

[... I do not know any of those names, either. Except Betty White]

[captainamericaswifereal]

WOLVIE PUDGE - Poolverine Tickle Fic

Editors note: I finally wrote this!! It was ofc wrote for my own self-indulgence, as is all my writing lmfao, but @hotshot624 was the one who requested this! When a certain someone (my bf) inevitably sees this, if you tease me about it, I'll beat you up (reverse psychology).

Summary: Logan has gained some weight since moving in, and Wade loves tummys!

Pairings: Ler!Wade Wilson, Lee!Logan Howlett // can be read romantically or platonically but leans romantically.

Warnings: tickling (obv?) mentions of stabbing and blood, cussing, the use of the nickname puppy.

Word Count: 1450

Read below the cut!

Logan's domestication was highly credited to a certain merc with a mouth. The gradual transition to feeling at home, sharing meals with a family, (and maybe a 'family' is a horny psychopath and a cocaine addicted nana.) Was something Wade noticed early on as Logan settled into their apartment. The main change to be observed however was Logan's changing eating habits. From snacking on beef jerky and fruit to enjoying Althea's freshly baked raisin tea buns. Seeing Logan eat more normally warmed Wade's heart, though he knew better than to express it openly. Oh how badly he wanted to lift Logan up and sing about how proud he was of him, but he wisely held back, knowing he would likely lose a finger or two.

However, Wade finally gave in when he discovered what he now has affectionately dubbed the: "Wolvie Pudge." The softness of Logan's stomach, the healthy weight gain after years of neglect and excessive drinking. Now, don't get Wade wrong, those abs were a gift from Thor himself, chiseled muscles that somehow looked oilier every movie. But, the newfound softness was even more appealing. Logan's stomach now displayed small rolls when he sat, pushed out slightly when he scratched an itch, and peeked over his belted jeans. Wade couldn't contain his excitement.

That Wolvie pudge was so fucking cute, he felt like a grandmother to cocaine. (Definitely not targeted.)

♡

One night, Wade and Logan were relaxing on the couch, with Dogpool snuggled up on Logan's lap as they watched The Golden Girls. Wade, sprawled out on the cushions, couldn't take his eyes off Logan's soft tummy, which was far more enticing then Betty White's antics.

"Honey Badger!" Wade playfully began, earning a grumpy growl from Logan, who was always a irritable at night.

"Oh don't go there.. I just started talking!" As Wade inched closer, Logan snarled but didn't move away, a routine they seemed to always have. Slowly, Wade shuffled until he was pressed against Logan, his hand resting gently on Logan's side.

"See this is intimate, the Honday Odessey scene could benefit from cuddles aswell," Wade remarked as he rubbed Logan's squishy side, surprised by the soft sound that escaped Logan's throat.

"Oh, sweet son of Odinson! You laughed at my joke!" Wade squealed in delight. And it wasn't that he intended to do this.. but the quick press in of rough fingertips into Logans stomach caused an unexpected reaction. Giggly growls and squirming. Dogpool, tired of the commotion, headed to her oversized bed, her collar jingling as she walked away.

Wade couldn't resist poking Logan again, but this time Logan swiftly batted his hand away. "Can you fuck off?" He grumbled.

"When you say 'fuck off,' it sounds a lot like 'come closer,' Peanut," Wade teased, wiggling his fingers mischievously as he noticed Logan's face turning a soft cherry color.

That's when it finally clicked. Logan wasn't laughing at his joke (Which slightly damaged his ego.) He was ticklish.

"Oh my god! Big bad Wolverine is ticklish! This is too cute!" Wade sang, attempting to grab Logan, only to hear the sound of metal as Logan's adamantium claws were exposed smoothly.

"Fuck off if ya know what's good for you," Logan snapped, his claws dangerously close to Wade's face as he moved away, his eyes betraying his tough act.

"Is this foreplay?" Wade quipped, eliciting a deep growl from Logan. As Logan tried to walk away, Wade seized the opportunity and pounced.

He snatched Logan, giving his soft sides a firm squeeze, prompting a burst of laughter. Logan folded like a lawn chair, collapsing to the ground, attempting to resist Wade's playful assault to no avail. Swiftly overpowered, Logan found himself pinned down, Logan tried to dig his claws digging into Wades thighs, but the sensation didn't bother him; the moment was too amusing.

"Leavin' in a hurry, huh?" Wade taunted, prodding Logan's stomach center, causing an ineffective wiggling of the claws in his flesh. Logan had only been tickled a few times at the X-Men mansion. Escaping the grasp of small mutant children was a breeze when you were metal-grafted, but Wade's equal strength immobilized him completely.

"I'll kill ya—" Logan tried to sound tough, but Wade wasted no time poking his stomach again, causing Logan to scrunch his nose to stifle a laugh.

"Nah, sweetheart, you can't kill me! Im Marvel Jesus!" Wade playfully glided his hands up and down Logan's sides.

"You got a cute belly, Peanut!" Wade remarked, lightly digging his nails to elicit a choked noise. "Cutest belly ever!" He squeezed Logan's sides, prompting Logan's arms to tense up, claws retracting and extending repeatedly in a futile attempt to break free.

Logan clenched his eyes shut, battling the bubbling laughter threatening to burst out. He tried to ignore the way Wade's fingers glided and squeezed his tummy.

"Look at you! Does it tickle?" Wade cooed, his hands spidering over Logan's stomach, circling his belly button. Logan feared that answering would unleash his laughter.

Wade swiftly dug his finger into Logan's belly button, Logan jerked, a hearty cackle escaping his throat, followed by loud curses and thrashing. Wade twisted his finger in the small cavern of Logan's stomach, applying firmer pressure this time.

"Did I hit a good spot, sweetheart?" Wade teased, earning a loud snort from Logan.

"SnRKHAHAHA- SHUHUT UP!" Logan finally surrendered, bursting into fits of laughter, to which Wade responded with a smile.

"Awww! Is Wolvie tickly? Coochie coo! Listen to that laughter! Someone has a bad case of the giggles!" Wade playfully taunted.

"I swehehear to fuhuckin' God I'll kihill- YOHOHOU!" Logan's laughter intensified as Wade curled his finger in his belly button.

"Oh, I'm sure you will Peanut!" Wade teased, his free hand scribbling up Logan's sides. "Here.. let's.. OOOO!" Wade noticed Logan's ribs and decided to focus on that spot.

He smoothed his hands over Logan's stomach, causing him to breathlessly giggle at the phantom tickles on his skin. Before Logan could catch his breath, Wade was back at it, attacking him again. Wade leaned over, lightly tracing the rib that protruded as Logan breathed.

"Nowww.. my pretty puppy," Logan's face burned with embarrassment at the absurdity of it all, he was a grown ass man.

"I'm gonna get you! I'm gonna get these cute little ribs so good!" Wade playfully threatened as he pinched the first rib, eliciting a snarl from Logan that quickly turned into giggles. By now, Wade's blood had stained the carpet, and the thought crossed his mind that Al would probably kill him, maybe even before Logan did.

"One ticklish little rib!" Wade sang, teasing and pinching the each rib. "Two ticklish little ribs!" Logan's laughter filled the room, his stomach jiggling with each gasp.

Wade felt a warmth in his heart as he listened to Logan's breathless laughter. he was definitely in love.

He continued counting until Logan squirmed so much he had to stop. "Dawwh! You made me lose count!" Wade teased, enjoying the mortified look on Logan's face. "Let's start over!" As Wade pinched the first rib again, his other hand squishing Logan's hip flesh, Logan's plea rang out.

"PLEHEHEASE WAHAHADE!"

"What was that, pretty puppy? Say it again?" Wade playfully teased, running his fingers up and down Logan's side before digging his knuckles into the bottom part of his belly. Logan let out a long and loud snort, prompting Wade to poke him, making small "tk tk tk tk" noises.

"Oh boy, that was one hell of a snort! Listen to those giggles!" Wade chuckled, enjoying the playful banter. Logan thrashed, more pleas escaping his throat, his ears and chest burning with embarrassment.

Wade finally gave in, patting Logan's stomach a few times. "Aww, Okay fineee.." He rolled off of him, looking at the holes in his flesh where the claws were. He shrugged.

'You're a fuhuckin freheak.. sadistic bahastard...' Logan muttered, sitting up and wrapping his arms around himself in hopes to stop the false feeling of Wades fingers tormenting his skin. "I'm goin' to bed."

Wade didn't push further; that plea said enough about tonight. Logan was vulnerable.

Logan walked down the hall, choosing to sleep on the floor instead of with Al and Wade that night. The next days passed quietly, no mention of the previous actions. Wade spent the last few days cleaning the carpet, and his back hurt ten times more than how adamantium claws feel in your ass (don't ask how he knows this).

But when nighttime arrived, about a week later, Wade was surprised to find Logan seated on the couch, his stomach on display. Without a word, Logan simply growled, "Get the hell on with it."

[depositodeposito]

A PIOR MÃE DO MUNDO

https://www.amazon.com.br/Grito-guerra-m%C3%A3e-tigre-Amy-Chua-ebook/dp/B009M8CJN2/ref=sr_1_1?__mk_pt_BR=%C3%85M%C3%85%C5%BD%C3%95%C3%91&crid=SGJW6HBNNWFC&keywords=m%C3%A3e+tigre&qid=1685114961&sprefix=m%C3%A3e+tigr%2Caps%2C212&sr=8-1

“ADULTA SIM, MADURA NEM SEMPRE: FRALDAS, BOLETOS E POUCO COLÁGENO”, DE CAMILA FREMDER 

https://todavialivros.com.br/livros/lutas-e-metamorfoses-de-uma-mulher

 Departamento de especulação Capa comum –  Jenny Offill

Triste não é ao certo a palavra - Gabriel Abreu

Reféns - Nina Bouraoui

Mães arrependidas, Orna Donath

Elena Ferrante, Tati Bernardi – A maternidade desnuda, a construção das vozes narrativas, a alteridade

A filha perdida, da escritora italiana Elena Ferrante

Você nunca mais vai ficar sozinha, da brasileira Tati Bernardi

Departamento de especulação, Jenny Offill

A maternidade e o encontro com a própria sombra, Laura Gutman

Carta ao filho: Ninguém ensina a ser mãe: Ninguém ensina a ser mãe, Betty Milan

Mamãe está cansada, Vanessa Barbara

A mãe eterna: Morrer é Um Direito, Betty Milan

A minha mãe é a minha filha, Valter Hugo Mãe

O conflito: A mulher e a mãe, Elizabeth Badinter

Mal-Estar na Maternidade - do Infanticídio à Função Materna, Vera Iaconelli

Criar filhos no século XXI - Vera Iaconelli (Autor)

Parentalidade: 1 Daniela Teperman (Compilador), Thais Garrafa (Compilador), Vera Iaconelli (Compilador)

Laço: 2 - Daniela Teperman (Compilador), Thais Garrafa (Compilador), Vera Iaconelli (Compilador)

Nico, 1988

Eu não nasci mãe: O que precisei desaprender para aprender a ser mãe, Lua Barros

Mamãe & Eu & Mamãe - Maya Angelou

Lili - Noemi Jaffe

Expedição: nebulosa - Marília Garcia

Niketche (Edição de bolso): Uma história de poligamia  –  Paulina Chiziane

Pequena coreografia do adeus  –  Aline Bei 

Carta a minha filha –  Maya Angelou 

Canção para ninar menino grande –  Conceição Evaristo

A extinção das abelhas - Natalia Borges Polesso

A autobiografia da minha mãe  –  Jamaica Kincaid

Garota, mulher, outras – Bernardine Evaristo

As alegrias da maternidade  – Buchi Emecheta

Mãe fora da caixa  –  Thaís Vilarinho

O livro que você gostaria que seus pais tivessem lido: (e seus filhos ficarão gratos por você ler)  –  Philippa Perry

Medeia

Copo vazio - Natalia Timerman

Ventres livres?: Gênero, maternidade e legislação  – Maria Helena P. T. Machado

O corpo guarda as marcas: Cérebro, mente e corpo na cura do trauma - Bessel van der Kolk

Canção de ninar -  Leïla Slimani

Fique Comigo -  Ayobami Adebayo

BELA MATERNIDADE - BELA GIL

“QUANDO O CORPO CONSENTE”, DE THÉRÈSE BERTHERAT, MARIE BERTHERAT E PAULE BRUNG

“FILHOS: DA GRAVIDEZ AO 2 ANOS”, DE FABIO ANCONA LOPEZ, DIOCLÉCIO CAMPOS JR.

“O QUE ESPERAR QUANDO VOCÊ ESTÁ ESPERANDO”, DE ARLENE EISENBERG, HEIDI MURKOFF E SANDEE HATHAWAY

“PARA EDUCAR CRIANÇAS FEMINISTAS”, DE CHIMAMANDA NGOZI ADICHIE

https://www.doispontos.com.br/dias-de-se-fazer-silencio-9786559282944/p?__dPosclick=PQFkI.CE.1ac4&utm_campaign=semanal2107&utm_medium=newsletter&utm_source=email

Amanhã o sexo será bom novamente, Katherine Angel

https://www.amazon.com.br/conversas-que-nunca-tive-minha/dp/6586551994

[purplewinterstache]

It irritates me to know that Danny Devito and Betty White did a movie together but their characters never interact with each other during the film.

What's possibly more irritating is that it's also the same film that launched the Once-Ler fandom.