#ler!jamie

[trashyswitch]

Day 9: Lie

Despite having a doctor in the house, Jackie goes to Jameson's room to get some tender loving care from his non-verbal friend. Jameson happily provides that, and a little more.

Happy Thanksgiving weekend to all the Canadians! And I believe today is Columbus day/Indigenous People's Day for Americans too. There's two independence days as well, and overall...24 holidays today! I had no clue. either way, I hope you all enjoy!

Jackie walked up to the door and knocked gently. When the person came to the door and opened it, Jackie looked up to the person at the door. 

‘Hello Jackie.’ the person signed. Jackie smiled and lowered his right arm. “Hi Jay. May I come in?” Jackie asked. 

Jamie nodded his head and opened the door for him. Jackie walked in, and sat on the chair at the side of his room. ‘What’s wrong?’ He asked. 

Jackie sighed and bit his lip, before removing the unzipping his onesie and pulling his arm out. “There’s a reason I wear red.” Jackie explained. “I wear it to cover up any blood that leaves my wounds.” He unrolled his sleeve to show Jamie his arm. “I…” 

Jamie widened his eyes and covered his mouth. Jamie pulled up a chair and checked the slice wound on his arm. ‘Does it hurt?’ Jamie asked. 

Jackie chuckled. “Yeah…but it’s nothing I can’t handle!” Jackie declared, smiling with a thumbs up. 

Jamie hummed silently and stared at the man for a moment before going back to checking the wound. He conjured up a mask and gloves, before putting both on, followed by a pair of glasses. He took a better look at the cut and looked at Jackie. ‘Hurt?’ Jamie asked. 

“Nope.” Jackie replied. 

Jamie opened the wound slightly with his fingers. Then he looked at Jackie and raised his eyebrows in an attempt to ask. 

“I’m fine.” Jackie replied despite some visible strain in his voice. 

Jamie looked at Jackie with suspicion. Jamie then conjured up a bowl and a pitcher of cool water, before dumping bits of the water onto the cut at a time to clean it out. This made any loose bits of blood and dirt fall out of the wound and into the bowl. Jamie looked up and raised his eyebrows again, asking once again for an update on the pain. 

“mm- fine.” Jackie muttered. It seemed like Jackie was determined to keep his pain and anguish a secret from Jamie at any cost. 

Jamie looked at Jackie with eyes partly closed, clearly unamused and annoyed. He didn’t want Jackie to suck it up for him. So, Jamie shoved his finger into the wound and raised his eyebrows slightly more dramatically. 

Jackie yelped and pulled his arm back, grabbing it with his other hand. “OW! DUDE!” Jackie yelled. 

‘Did that hurt?’ Jamie signed, showing slight frustration on his face, as well as in his ASL.

“YES! What do YOU fuckin’ think?!” Jackie yelled. 

Jamie looked him straight in the eye. ‘Thank you for telling me the truth.’ he replied. 

Jackie stared at him and blinked, taken aback. “........I’m sorry, what?” Jackie asked. 

Jamie put the bowl down and picked up a piece of gauze from the bed. Ripping open the gauze, he reached out and took Jackie’s hand. He stayed silent while he did so, due to his hands —his only form of communication— being occupied. 

Jackie was left confused, but strangely let Jamie work at his arm again. But…why he let Jamie work at his arm again despite Jamie’s malice towards him…he couldn’t be sure. Maybe because he was desperate? Or maybe it was because he knew Jamie was proving a point, and wouldn’t do it again. 

After Jamie was done, he put the gauze down and let go so he could sign. ‘You are not being truthful about how you feel.’ Jamie told him.

Jackie blinked. “That…that’s because I feel fine, despite the cut.” Jackie replied. 

Jamie let out a long sigh, and shook his head. ‘No you don’t.’ Jamie said as he conjured up a roll of gauze. 

“But-…but I do!” Jackie repeated. 

Jamie cleared his throat loudly and started to wrap the gauze around the wound. Again, Jamie stayed silent through the wrapping process due to both his hands being too occupied to sign anything. This left Jackie in an uncomfortable state of silent agony. But Jackie didn’t need Jamie to tell him anything…because Jamie’s face said it all. 

Disappointment.

Jamie tied the gauze ends together and put his hands down. ‘Done lying?’ Jamie asked. 

Jackie widened his eyes and blinked. Gosh…it’s scary knowing how much Jamie could see through him. The man was not only naturally talented at conveying nonverbal gestures, but also at observing other people’s non-verbal gestures. It fascinated Jackie to no end. 

He finally let go. “Okay, fine…” Jackie sighed and put his arm down. “I’m not okay. I can’t stop thinking about the robbery victim.” Jackie told him as he put on his onesie sleeve again. “The victim’s in the hospital with life-threatening injuries.” Jackie told him. “And the perpetrator got away. He was the one who…” Jackie looked down at his arm and sighed. 

Jamie nodded and adjusted himself in his seat. ‘Why go to me?’ Jamie pointed to the arm. ‘Henrik is a doctor.’ Jamie made the D sign and touched the left inner wrist to make the sign. 

“Doctor?” Jackie clarified. 

Jamie nodded with a smile. ‘Why me? Why not go to the doctor?’ Jamie asked, repeating the sign. 

Jackie bit his lip. “Henrik is very against what I do.” Jackie admitted. “He doesn’t say it out loud, but he doesn’t need to in order to make his opinion known.” he explained. 

Jamie smirked. ‘What does he tell you?’ Jamie asked. 

Jackie sighed. “He warns me about overdoing it and getting injured too often.” Jackie admitted. 

Jamie smiled a bit more. ‘I warn you too.’ Jamie mentioned. 

Jackie grunted. “But you do it with a lot more patience.” Jackie complained with a laugh. 

Jamie chuckled and showed his teeth in his smile, shrugging his shoulders and signing the word ‘true’ back to him. 

“You also know how to cheer me up.” Jackie admitted. “Even when I don’t want to be.” Jackie added with a laugh. Jamie smirked and looked to the upper right, wiggling his mustache playfully. This alone was enough to make Jackie laugh. “Yeah! Like that! We have the same visual humor.” Jackie admitted. Jamie smiled brightly and cleared his throat, getting up. He conjured up a doctor coat and scrubs, put on a medical mask, and wrapped a stethoscope around his neck. Then, he put on a name tag that said [Cheer Up Doctor]. Jackie smiled brightly. “Ooohoho, nice get up! Still not a doctor though…” Jackie teased. 

Jamie rolled his eyes as he pulled out the stethoscope and waved the end of it. ‘Check heart?’ Was roughly what Jamie was asking. 

“Sure!” Jackie replied. 

Jamie placed the stethoscope onto his chest and listened to his heart. Jamie looked super focused on his heart, almost like he WAS able to hear his heart. Jamie soon lowered the stethoscope and removed the earpieces from his ears. ‘Small bit low. Signs of sadness.’ Jamie told him. 

Jackie chuckled. “Doesn’t take a genius to figure that out.” Jackie teased. 

Jamie gave him an unimpressed face before pulling out a thermometer. He waved the thermometer, as if saying ‘check temperature?’ To him. When Jackie gave him the permission, he placed the thermometer in his mouth, under his tongue. A few seconds later, the thermometer beeped and Jamie removed it. He sighed with a smile and showed Jackie the thermometer screen: [Sadder than Eeyore] 

Jackie read it and laughed, loving the little reference. 

Jamie pulled out a clipboard from his doctor coat and conjured up a pen. He started vigorously writing, before removing the paper and giving it to Jackie. 

Jackie read the paper. 

[Treatment: 10 minutes of tickles] 

Jackie widened his eyes and looked up at Jamie. “...Really?” He asked. 

Jamie tapped the paper. ‘Wanna be treated here? Or at home?’ Jamie asked. 

Jackie could feel his face heating up slightly. “Uhhhh…” He chuckled awkwardly and adjusted himself in his seat. “Here? I guess?” Jackie replied, giving Jamie permission to tickle him.

Jamie nodded and offered a hand. ‘Paper please.’ Jamie signed. Jackie laughed and handed him the paper. Jamie took the paper and adjusted his glasses to read it, nodding like a good doctor would, pretending like he had not just written the ‘prescription’. Then, he turned away, put the paper into his pocket, before turning to face Jackie again and sprinting up to him. 

“ooOHGOD-!” Jackie yelped as he was playfully tackled to the bed and tickled mercilessly on his armpits. “eeEEK! WAIT-HAHAHA! Eeek! Noho! NAHAHAHA! You ahahahaHAHAHASS!” Jackie yelled. 

Jamie smiled brightly and winked, before lifting up Jackie’s right arm and signing the word ‘cute’ to him…only for him to resume his tickle attack on just the right armpit. 

Jackie threw his head back and shook his head as his laughing fits filled the room with gleeful noise. “HAHAHAhahaha- Cohohome ohon! Hahaha! Hehehehe- Whyhyhy tihickles?!” Jackie asked. 

Jamie let go of his arm and signed the word ‘fun’ to Jackie. 

“Fun?!” Jackie reacted. 

‘Strong man is ticklish’ Jamie signed next before moving his hands to his ribs. ‘Your laugh is funny’ He signed right before gripping his ribs. 

“Is this really the only treatMENT OPTIOHOHON?! BAAAHAHAHAHA- Hahahaha! This ihihis ridihihiculous! NahaHAHA!” Jackie argued. 

Jamie only squeezed his ribs in response, earning him another fit of hysterical laughter. 

Jamie wiggled his fingers evilly in his face, and moved them around to figure out where to touch down. 

“Oh no, oh no, Jahamie dohon’t you dahahare!” Jackie pleaded. 

Jamie smiled and made his hands into fists facing down. Slowly, he began to count his fingers one by one. 

‘1…2…’ Jamie had both index fingers stretched out. And Jackie was giggling helplessly as he watched Jamie’s fingers anxiously. 

‘3…4…’ Jamie had both middle fingers out now, joining the index fingers in the fight to tickle. And Jackie could only close his eyes and shake his head as giggles left his lungs. 

‘5…6…’ Jamie’s thumbs were now outstretched for poor, vulnerable Jackie to watch and fear as his mind filled with teasy daydreams and phantom tickles.

‘7…8…’ Jamie’s ring fingers were now outstretched, further tormenting Jackie with their look alone. This made Jackie tense up and shake with an anxious, wobbly smile filling his face. 

‘9…10!” The moment both of Hamie’s pinkies were stretched out, the dapper boy let his wiggly fingers touch down. With no moment to lose, he skittered and scraped Jackie’s ribs as gently and as teasily as he possibly could. 

“eeeEEEEEEHEHEEEEK! Heeheeheehee- HAHAHAhahaha! Ihihihihi cahahan’t! Ihihi cahahan’t dohohoho ihit!” Jackie yelled at him. 

Jamie took pity on him and stopped his fingers. For now, anyway. But when Jamie started visibly scanning the man, Jackie immediately began to sense that something else was afoot. “…what?” Jackie asked. 

Jamie looked up at Jackie. ‘One more?’ Jamie asked.

Jackie groaned slightly at this. 

But Jamie was considerate beyond the insistence. ‘Finale! I’ll stop after! Promise!’ Jamie signed. 

Jackie could only look at Jamie’s puppy dog eyes for a few seconds…before he ultimately gave up the cause. “Fiiine.” He replied.

Jamie smiled brightly for a few moments before removing the medical mask from his face, Then, Jamie took in a quick deep breath, and lowered himself down! 

PPFFBBBFFFBBBBFFT! 

Aaaand out came any ounce of leftover sadness left inside of Jackie. 

[jamiesgotchu]

hey idiot heard you like tickles

throws this at you with great force

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[spoks-illogical-art]

Part 2 of my OC pixel icons masterpost!

Part 1

[veryblushyswitch]

If you told them you like tickling~

⚽️ Ted Lasso Part Two ⚽️

Rebecca Welton~

*Her face lights up when you tell her. She’s absolutely enthralled at how you could love tickling so much.

*After you explain, she gives you a hug with some side squeezes. She reassured you you’re not weird or strange. You’re in fact incredibly cute and endearing. One would even say absolutely adorable. Cue you blushing and her laughing at how you react.

*Her and Keeley will tease you together. Definitely while you’re in between them on the couch while giving you playful pokes.

*They don’t tease you like that in public though unless you’re comfortable with it.

*She gives you cheer up tickles 💖

*You’ve poked her a couple of times and even managed a side squeeze, but that’s all you could do before she completely flips the tables.

*Her nails are a devious weapon of mass destruction and definitely wiggles her fingers at you if you’re distracted.

*Her and Keeley are both very cuddly with their friends and she’ll give you gentle tickles if you’re sleepy or need to relax after a hard day.

*Her and Ted have had conversations about you and how they can make sure you’re never uncomfortable. They don’t intend to talk about you behind your back, but they’re just looking out for you and find your little interest, well… interesting!

*If you have a blog, she’d ask to see if only if you’re comfortable with showing her. If not she completely understands. If yes, she will go on about the cute designs and amount of followers you have.

*She managed to find some posts about wanting certain types of tickles. She now has that info in the back of her mind for later.

Jamie Tart~

*Man has had so much character development and I love him so much now. 💖

*My guy literally just goes, “Wait… you too?!”

*You two then bond over how you both love tickling. Of course that means lots of tickle fights.

*I can see him still being super shy about wanting to have tickle fights with you even though he knows you feel the same way. My poor touch starved boy.

“Do you wanna, ya know…” *pokes you in the side*

*Keeley totally spills his ticklish spots to you. He loves hates that-

*Keeley loves how phrases like “tickled pink” and stuff gets to the both of you.

*Jamie and you have teamed up to get her back before. Let’s just say she got you both back tenfold.

*Jamie and you made signals for ler and lee moods, but you both would get too nervous to use them. Eventually you both learned each others signs for both.

*You can read each other really well. Not just with tickle moods, with emotions in general.

*Both of you have lots of trust and understanding in each other. A big part of it stemmed from revealing your love of tickling.

Coach Beard~

*Somehow already knew-

*He just knows. Don’t question it.

*He definitely sees the reason for you liking it. Even admitting him and his wife have tried certain things when it comes to tickling.

*He actually thinks it’s weirder for someone not to like it.

*Sneak attacks Ted with pokes all the time and invites you to play along. That doesn’t mean he won’t do the same to you though. Especially in front of the team.

*He is incredibly good at reading people. He always knows when you’re in a lee or ler mood.

*Even knows when you’re in a switch mood! He’s that good-

*Him and Ted have had conversations in front of you on how to get better reactions and which spots are the most ticklish.

*If you thought you couldn’t get anymore flustered my gosh-

*Somehow his pokes and tases are more ticklish than anyone else’s.

*Is more blunt with teases, but it always feels really sincere.

*Asks you for tickle fanfiction. I feel like he’d genuinely enjoy reading some of it.

*You’ve tried tickling him before. It didn’t last long.

*You can get maybe a poke in if he’s distracted, but he’s very good at not being snuck up on.

*He’s also so quick to turn it onto you.

*There was a time where Ted spilled to you a tickle spot of Beard’s and even helped you get revenge.

Trent Crimm~

*A big sweetheart. And so so supportive.

*He’s also really curious.

*Asking questions as if he were about to another book about your love for it.

*Admits that he had a soft spot for it himself.

*Is actually really sensitive and it’s so adorable-

*He doesn’t retaliate all that much when you poke him or squeeze his side.

*He’s more of a lee than a ler.

*That doesn’t mean he won’t take the opportunity to scribble at your neck or squeeze your knee.

*He likes to give you head scratches and give you little sneaky ear and neck tickles.

*Comments on how easy you blush as if he doesn’t blush just as easily when you tease him.

*Always makes sure you’re okay with being full on tickled before he gets you.

*Surprisingly very skilled tickler.

*His fingers know just how to wiggle their way into your ribs.

*Speaking of which, he’s a sucker for counting your ribs out loud to you. And of course he “messes up” along the way and has to start over.

*Is more gentle with his tickles, which tickles a lot more in his opinion because of the anticipation of it all.

*Which also means he’s more susceptible to gentle and light tickles.

*They make him all scrunchy and tingly and it’s so cute. If you call him cute be ready for him to cover his face with one hand.

[rosiesramblings]

Tell the Fucking Truth

Fandom: Ted Lasso

WC: 700ish

A/N: Ok, anon requested 9 and G from this obscure media prompt list, and I KNOW that Ted Lasso isn't obscure in the slightest but nobody in this community writes for it so I am bending the rules. Enjoy!

TW for gratuitous use of the word 'fuck' and all its derivatives. Cause it's Roy fucking Kent. :)

If you made a list called, “Things About Jamie Tartt That Annoy Roy Kent,”, typed it up in Times New Roman 10 pt. font, and ordered each item of the list on top of the other, the resulting stack of paper required to contain that list would be taller than Roy himself. Probably.

The point is, there was a metric fuckton of reasons Jamie annoyed him. But the loudest, giggliest reason was currently the issue Roy was focused on.

Since the team had found out Jamie was ticklish, and since anyone with eyes could see that the arsehole was starved for physical affection, there was barely a day that went by that Jamie’s laughter didn’t echo across the pitch or the locker room. That was not Roy’s issue. Frankly, Tartt was much more palatable when he couldn’t speak for laughing. No, his issue was with the blatant, infuriating way that Tartt would deny the obvious.

“Nahahahahat even tihihihicklish!” Jamie would shriek when someone would scribble across his ribs or jam their fingers into his underarms. Like clockwork. There wasn’t a single person on the team who had gotten him to admit the truth. And, for some entirely irrational reason, it pissed Roy off.

Today was the last straw.

Tartt was literally rolling on the grass, cackling as he tried to avoid Sam’s wiggling fingers. Even though it looked like he could barely breathe, Tartt still somehow found the strength to bellow those words that made Roy want to rip his hair out.

“OI! OBISANYA!” Roy yelled as he stalked toward the two.

“Yes, Coach?” Sam asked.

“If he can still deny he’s fucking ticklish, then you obviously aren’t FUCKING doing it right!” Roy shouted, swiftly pushing Sam off Jamie and taking his place. Roy watched as panic and excitement battled for dominance in Jamie’s eyes.

“Oi, I dunno what you’re on ahabout, Coach,” Jamie declared cheekily. “Cause I’m really not even - FUHUHUHUHUHUHUCK!” Jamie threw his head back and screamed as Roy placed his hands on Jamie’s hips and squeezed.

“What was that? You got something to say?” Roy asked, teeth bared in a terrifying smile-adjacent expression.

“I’m NAHAHAHAHAT – NAHAHAHAHAT – SHIHIHIHIHIHIT!” Jamie’s smile was splitting his face so wide, and his eyes were squeezed shut. Roy scoffed. This was too fucking easy.

“You gonna admit it yet, or do I have to actually start fucking tickling you?” Roy asked.

Even as Jamie’s eyes bugged open at the threat, and even as one of Roy’s hands rose threateningly towards Jamie’s ribs, Jamie still didn’t back down. Instead, he stuck out his fucking tongue, and, well. Roy wasn’t going to stand for any disrespect.

Roy raked his blunt nails down the left side of Jamie’s rib cage as his other hand clawed at Jamie’s hip bones with renewed vigor. With both of his worst spots under attack, Jamie let out a hysterical scream-laugh that had Sam giggling from where he was still seated next to Jamie’s side.

“Admit it, and this stops,” Roy called gruffly over Jamie’s laughter.

“COHAHAHAHAHA – COAHAHA – ROHOHOHOHOHOY!” Was all Jamie could get out, but Roy knew that meant he was ready to talk. Jamie never called him by his first name.

Roy stilled his hands, but didn’t move them from Jamie’s body. “Well?”

“IHIHIHIihihihihi’m – ihihihihihi’m a lihihittle fuhuhuhuckin’ tihihihihihicklish, alrihihihght?” Jamie gasped out.

“Fucking finally,” Roy growled, heaving himself up off of the striker. Before he could think better of it, he reached out and ruffled a hand through Jamie’s hair. There. Tartt would be fine.

Sam ran a hand up and down Jamie’s arm soothingly as Roy heaved himself to his feet, satisfied. He looked around and saw that the rest of the team had apparently seen the whole thing. Which just wouldn’t do.

“What are you lot FUCKING looking at?” Roy roared, channeling some rage by picturing his sister’s ex. They all jumped and hurriedly went back to whatever bullshit drills they had been doing before the spectacle.

As Roy stalked away, he heard Sam ask, “Did you get what you wanted, my friend?”

All he got in response was a giggly hum of affirmation.

[gorillaxyz]

shy face. sorry for posting abt my extremely important and personal self ship with a cartoon character on my own blog

[franticfanficloremakers]

ight ya lil bitches on this site heres what my friends and i made

we did charity for ya tumblr so here ya go, try to laugh at this and please leave kudos on the AO3 fanfic if u do laugh

and heres the one harvey did to put stuff on here on Wattpad to read as well, theres more chapters on the wattpad one anyway but more cohesive plot on the AO3 one https://www.wattpad.com/story/325988314-tublr-sexymen-lore-or-how-william-afton-fucked-the

please read and have some sort of enjoyment, even if its just some laughs

[fluffypandabun]

HELLO PANDA!! I'm not kidding at all when I say your rottmnt fics have infected my brain in the best way possible,

I literally think your rottmnt tkl fics might be the best ones I've ever read out of all the ones on here I'm SO serious, I ADORE your ones with leo and casey!!

SO. I saw requests were SEMI open, so if you'd like to, I'd love to see another fic with lee or switch casey, and ler leo!!:3 I just LOVE the way you write their dynamic!! The story is all up to you, but I'd love more fics to rot the rest of my brainz/pos 💥

AN: Hiiiiiiii JAMIE!!!!! Thank you sm for your kind words they mean so much and are actually what motivated me to come back when i received this ask during my hiatus! This fic took forever im sorry but I hope you enjoy it!!

Bad Spot

When Casey was younger one of his favorite things was an old tattered copy of a book, half its pages were falling out and parts of it were so water damaged you couldn’t make out the words, but regardless Casey loved it anyways. Always begging one of his uncles or aunt to read it to him, filling in the blanks the missing pages left with his own imagination. 

He’d lost the book when part of their base caught fire, his precious book burnt to a crisp in the flames. Casey had cried for days, selfish of him maybe as others had loss far more in that fire, but he had been a young child with very few things to call his own living in a world that took far more then it gave, he was allowed to be a little selfish. 

Overtime he’d forgotten about the book, things of more importance taking the top spot in his mind, however just a few days ago during one of his surface trips with the turtles, a familiar red book cover caught his eye. 

It was a far cry from his beat up and damaged copy, its cover and pages pristine and untouched like many of the things in the past seemed to be, but as he ran his fingers over the covers it felt as familiar as his own. 

He had bounded up to Raph, the eldest trying to coax Mikey down from the top of a fountain, eyes a glow as he talked faster then the turtle could keep up, eventually getting what the human meant as he glanced down to the book in his hand, a fond bemusement in his eyes as he spoke;

“Oh you want that book? Sure thing little man…But wouldn’t you rather have the first book of the series instead of the third?” 

And with his mouth agape, Casey looked up at the larger turtle like he’d just told him that he’d won the lottery. 

“There's more then ONE!?” 

So that's where Casey found himself now, already through with the first book of the series and nearly half-way through the second. Sitting cross-legged on the couch with the book spread open on his lap, the lair was quiet aside from the muffled sound of metal on metal coming from Donnie's lab and Raphs rumbling snores from where he napped across the lair in his bedroom. 

Casey was thankful for the quiet, don’t get him wrong he enjoyed how lived in the lair could sound at times, but as much as he loved the turtles noisiness sometimes it could be a bit much for someone who grew in a dead silent world where making the wrong sound at the wrong time could lead to your whole squad getting killed. 

So the teen chose to enjoy the silence while it lasted, which of course meant it didn’t last for much longer. 

“Woooow Case, already finished with the first book? And i thought the lair was only big enough for ONE nerd.” 

Casey let out a long sigh, silence now thoroughly shattered he lowered his book back down to his lap and looked over to his right. 

Leo was there, leant against the doorway of the living room part of the lair; eyes half lidded and a lazy grin that spelled mischief splayed across his muzzle. 

“Hello Leo”. 

The turtles grin only got wider at Caseys already “done with your shit” tone. Pushing himself off the couch he casually sauntered over as if he owned the place, which technically, he partially did. 

“So,” he began, making his way over to stand at the back of the couch, arms resting far apart on it as he leant forward towards Caseys personal space.

“Hows the reading going?” 

Casey rolled his eyes, giving Leos face a playful push away “Did you have to pick me to mess with today Leo? Im trying to read.” 

The turtle let out of a scoff, leaning back into Caseys space. “Whaaaaat? Me? Mess with you? Psh!”

The turtle let out a dramatic noise of offense, putting a hand over his chest. The dramatics drew a slight giggle out of Casey, which only seemed the fuel the turtle more.

“IIIIII came out here to spend some time with one of my favorite humans, the other being April of course, but if I’m not wanted then I shall go. Good day sir!” 

The turtle turned on his heel to leave when Casey felt a tug in his chest. 

“Wait!” 

Leo paused immediately, turning and facing Casey with a bemused expression at his tone of voice, Casey felt his ears go red at his own overreaction and he cleared his throat. 

“Uh well, you can stay you don’t have to leave. I wouldn't mind the company” 

Leo stared at him for a bit before his gaze softened to show he was being serious. “Well of course, who wouldn’t want my company?l”

The turtle sauntered back over and resumed his position leant over the back of the couch so he could read over Caseys shoulder. The human gave him a smile before he turned and went back to his reading. 

For a good moment it was quiet, a peaceful sort of silence between the two of them, Casey thought it was nice. After a moment longer he even began to relax, eyes half lidded and more so lazily skimming the pages then reading in depth like he'd been doing before.

He was close to drifting off when suddenly he felt a gentle breath of air hit the back of his neck, sending a ticklish shock all the way down his spine causing him to hunch his shoulders and squeak.

With a glare he whipped around to look at the accomplice, but Leo just gave him a lazy half grin, head resting on his arms.

"Sorry Case, my bad" He hummed, not sounding sorry at all.

The teen started at him for a second later before he shook his head with a huff, cheeks flushed, and turned back to reading. He figured he'd give the turtle the benefit of the doubt in that it had been just an accident.

This of course was a stupid idea, for not even two seconds later he felt another breath of air on his neck, this time it cause him to giggle lightly.

"Leheo!" He hissed, whipping around to face the laughing turtle.

"Whahaht? Im not even touching you!"

"You know what your doing! Now quit it!"

"Quit what? Quit doing this?" quick as a flash the turtle leaned forward to bury his face in the side of Casey's neck, blowing a quick raspberry and causing Casey to Shriek.

"LEHEO!"

Pulling away the turtle bust into laughter, shaking his head "God Cass you are so funny."

Face now fully red the human scowled, shoulders now hiked all the way up to his ears. "Why do you guys always have to do that" he whined.

Leo just grinned at him, wiggling his fingers "That's what happens when everybody knows your bad spot~" he crooned, cackling when Casey's face went even redder

It was no secret to the rest of the Hamato clan that Casey's neck and ears were deathly ticklish, by far his worst spot; something everyone (especially Leo) loved to tease him about.

It had been just the same back in the future, with his sensei and uncles and aunt all teasing him with raspberries and scribbles under the chin. Leonardo had been the worst about it back then too, so much so that Master Michelangelo had taught him how to get the turtle back and-

Wait......

Casey couldn't stop the wide grin that spread across his lips, because he had just remembered something very important about Leonardo, and in this case, Leo as well.

Said turtle noticed his change of expression and wiped the mirth from his eyes, cocking his head to the side "Whats got you smiling like that?"

Caseys grin simply widened. "Oh nothing, just remembered something is all."

Leo gave him a weird look. "Remembered what?"

"Oh just.....this!"

With that Casey lunged forward, grabbing onto Leos shoulders and flipping him straight over the couch and into his lap, the two of them wrestled for a moment, laughing, but while Leo had strength Casey had surprise and very key knowledge he had just remembered. So he wasted no time in lunging forward and digging his fingers into the backs of Leos legs.

Immediately the turtle let out a screamed that descended into wild laughter, practically flopping over and thrashing back and forth as he kicked out his leg.

"NYAHAHAHAH! CASEHEHEY!"

Said teenage human let out a giggle, trapping Leos leg under his knees so he could better poke and prod at the turtles muscled thighs.

"Hehe Yeah Leo?"

Leo practically squealed, drawing more peels of laughter from Casey. His arms flailed about as if unsure of what to do with themselves, Casey having to dodge a few swaps at himself.

"C-CasEY I-Iihihihihim goohohohona g-get you for thihhIHIHIHIIS-"

The turtles threat was caught off when Casey began to scribble his fingers into the hollows of the back of his knees, head thrown back and mouth opened in a wide genuine smile Leo howled with laughter.

His body shook with the force of it, his shoulders jumping as he hiccuped and at one point even snorted, which caused Casey to laugh himself at the silly noise.

"Man Leo, must suck having someone know about your weak spot huh~" Casey teased, squeezing gently at the turtles kneecaps.

"C-Cass Pleashehehese!" Leo hiccuped in between his squeaks and squeals of laughter, giggling to himself the teen finally decided to show mercy.

"Okay Okay Ill stop." He chuckled, pulling his hands away and sliding off the couch. He sat on his knees and watched the turtle flop over onto his back on the couch, arm thrown over his face like a fainted Victorian women as he groaned.

He sluggishly turned his head to face Casey and, with weak movements like he was dying, flipped him off.

It caught the human so off guard that he burst into laughter, prompting Leo to glare at him with a smirk barely tugging at his lips.

"Y-You think that's funny? Oh ill show you funny-Come here!"

Before Casey could even begin an apology Leo had lunged forward and grabbed him, immediately burying his face into Casey's neck and blowing a massive raspberry.

Casey screeched before he burst into loud happy laughter, hair getting even messier by the second as he shook his head back and forth to try and get away from the ticklish feeling.

"NOHOHOHO LEHEHEO!"

The turtle said nothing, simply lowering his hands down to Casey's sides and rapidly squeezing up and down.

Ah, so Leo was trying to kill him.

"L-LeheheOHOHOHO! Im Im sorheheheheHEHEHEEEEEE!"

"Tell it to the judge Mister!" Leo grinned, pulling away to blow a quick playful raspberry against Caseys' cheek.

"LEHEHEHEHO!"

"Sorry, I cant hear you over how loud your laughing~"

Casey ended up not get much reading done, his book laying abandoned on the floor, but that was okay. He have plenty of time to read in the future.

Plenty of time.

[gabykatttt]

The city’s yours

Veneer 🎶🎤

This is just the start of your story

If you got guts you get glory

Anyone can make it even you

In New York City

And now's the time you gotta stand tough

'Cause if you work hard you can rise up

Anyone can make it even you

In New York City

Look at me I'm just blood pumpin'

You and me are two hearts thumpin'

We are two souls giving the same feed

So take it all

The city's yours

It's worth fighting for

It's all yours

So take it all

The city's yours

It's worth fighting for

It's all mine

It's all yours

In New York City

In New York City

In New York City

So put your gloves on start trainin'

You gotta get wet when it's rainin'

And If you got heart you can make it too

In New York City

You see what I see look harder

You know we're the same when we start off

Four walks two heads one heart paired

So take it all

The city's yours

Ask it for more

When you arrange a tour

So take it all

The city's yours

It's worth fighting for

It's all mine

It's all yours

In New York City

In New York City

Veneer 🎶🎤

So take all

Velvet 🎶🎤

So take it all

Veneer 🎶🎤

The city’s yours

Velvet 🎶🎤

The city’s mine

Veneer 🎶🎤

It's worth fighting for

Velvet 🎶🎤

It's worth fighting for

Veneer 🎶🎤

It’s all mine

Velvet 🎶🎤

It’s all mine

Veneer 🎶🎤

So take it all

Velvet 🎶🎤

So take it all

Veneer 🎶🎤

The city’s yours

Velvet 🎶🎤

The city’s mine

Veneer 🎶🎤

It’s worth fighting for

Velvet 🎶🎤

It’s worth fighting for

Veneer 🎶🎤

It’s all mine

Velvet 🎶🎤

It’s all mine

Veneer 🎶🎤

It’s all yours

Velvet and Veneer 🎶🎤

In New York City

With Velvet

Veneer where are you? Velvet asked herself looking at the moon and the ocean.

With Veneer

Where are you Vels? Veneer asked himself looking at the sky drinking his tea.

@simplydannie @skydiverdrawings @brozonelovergirl @once-ler-ask-blog153 @horrorartist23 @angelicstarss

[outlanderbrasil]

Os Temas de Outlander por Diana Gabaldon

Os textos que você vai ler foram escritos por Diana Gabaldon, aonde ela comenta sobre cada um de seus livros e o significado de cada um deles. Estes textos podem ser lidos em inglês no seu famoso Compendium, o The Outlandish Companion. A tradução foi feita pela equipe Outlander Brasil.

Os textos abaixo contém spoilers. Se você não gosta de spoilers, veja apenas dos livros que você já leu.

A viajante do tempo - Amor

Enquanto meus livros são frequentemente classificados como (por pessoas sem saber do que chamá-los) romances românticos, eles não são. Entretanto, A viajante do tempo é, de fato, o único que tem a estrutura necessária para ainda passar como romance romântico. Isto é, é uma história de um namoro; seu mecanismo central preocupa-se com a união de duas pessoas em uma (teoricamente) permanente união monogâmica. Além disso, contudo, explora a natureza do amor sobre uma série de níveis e em uma variedade de contextos.

Nós temos o conflito de Claire sobre (verdadeiramente) amar dois homens. Temos o amor de Jamie por seu pai, sua irmã, e seu lar, e o amor de Murtagh por seu afilhado. Nós temos o amor profundamente conflituoso entre os irmãos MacKenzie. Temos o amor dos membros do clã um pelo outro, seu Laird e seu lar. Temos as emoções muito complicadas do Capitão Jack Randall, embora se alguma delas constituem amor, ou meramente obsessão, é um assunto para o leitor decidir. E temos o Amor Divino, no qual Claire mais ou menos tropeça em um ato de desespero. Mas quase todo relacionamento no livro descansa no amor e a história inteira como uma prova do poder do amor.

A Libélula no Âmbar - Casamento 

Este livro lida, principalmente, com o desenvolvimento de um casamento específico- o de Claire e Jamie- mas ao longo do caminho se observa vários outros relacionamentos e combinações que exploram o conceito. Temos o casamento arranjado de Mary Hawkins e o idoso e verruguento Visconde Marigny. Temos os casamentos de classe e conveniência sem amor, porém pragmáticos vistos na Corte Francesa e os casos eventuais e egoístas que contrastam tão fortemente com o senso de compromisso e abnegação no coração de um bom casamento. Mais tarde nós vemos o amor condenado entre Mary e Alex Randall, e o casamento pragmático entre ela e Jack Randall (baseado no amor de Jack por seu irmão, ao invés de por Mary). Vemos a culpa de um casamento rompido e remendado na recomeço das relações de Claire com Frank e a paz de um casamento duradouro, profundamente comprometido entre Jenny e Ian em Lallybroch, e apreciamos as várias ameaças que há nesses vínculos sociais e como as pessoas sustentam um casamento, ou não.

O Resgate no Mar - Identidade

O Resgate no Mar tem muita aventura, mudança de tempos e lugares, busca de destino e assim por diante, mas o tema basilar é a busca de uma pessoa por identidade e como se definir, aos seus próprios olhos, ou nos dos outros, ou nos da sociedade no geral. Pelo casamento, pela carreira, pela vocação- ou pelo reconhecimento da sua própria essência de ser. Você vê isso organizado mais visivelmente (claro) na história de Claire e Jamie, primeiro conforme ela busca o marido que ela perdeu e por quem anseia e então conforme eles buscam por um desembarque seguro e um lugar que possam sobreviver juntos.

A metáfora contínua encontrando seus nomes: Jamie tem cinco para escolher, mais um título mais vários apelidos e ele vive sob uma variedade de noms de guerre (frequentemente baseados literalmente de guerre) ao longo do livro, em resposta a sua mudança de funções e de quem está atrás dele no momento. Claire, claro, saiu de Beauchamp, para Randall, para Fraser, para Randall e agora está prestes a ser novamente Claire Fraser, ou será Sra. Malcolm? Ou talvez Madame Etienne Marcel de Provac Alexandre? (Simbolizando a ligação do seu destino com o de Jamie, sim?). Como Jamie conta a Claire no meio do livro,

“—Durante tantos anos —ele disse— por tanto tempo, eu fui tantas coisas, tantos homens diferentes. — Senti que ele engolia em seco e ele remexeu-se um pouco, o linho de seu camisão farfalhando de goma. —Fui tio para os filhos de Jenny e irmão para ela e Ian. ‘Milorde’ para Fergus e ‘Senhor’ para os meus colonos. ‘Mac Dubh’ para os homens de Ardsmuir e ‘MacKenzie’ para os outros empregados em Helwater. Depois, ‘Malcolm, o mestre-impressor’ e ‘Jamie Roy’ nas docas. — A mão acariciou meus cabelos, devagar, com um som sussurrante, como o vento do lado de fora. —Mas aqui —ele disse, tão baixinho que mal podia ouvi-lo —aqui no escuro, com você... eu não tenho nenhum nome.” Eles dois adotam, descartam e adaptam funções conforme vão de um bordel em Edimburgo, a Lallybroch, ao Caribe, e por último lançados à praia por um furacão, para a América. Lá, despojados de tudo, exceto um do outro, Jamie finalmente recupera e reapresenta sua identidade, quando ele se apresenta a um salvador: 'Meu nome é Jamie Fraser... E essa é Claire... Minha esposa.”

Os Tambores de Outono - Família

Se A Libélula no Âmbar lida com o estabelecimento e crescimento de um casamento, Tambores faz o mesmo com o conceito de família e sua importância na vida de uma pessoa. Uma das maiores noções, desenvolvida ao longo dos livros, é que uma família não consiste apenas de pessoas que compartilham DNA, nem uma família deixa de ser importante, se seus membros estão separados, ou mortos. A família de Claire e Jamie, conforme eles estabelecem-se na Carolina do Norte consiste em Fergus e Marsali, o filho deles, Germain e o sobrinho de Jamie, Ian, assim como Brianna, a filha que Jamie nunca viu.

Quanto a essa filha, seu choque ao saber da verdade de sua paternidade a conduz a achar sua família e arriscar tudo para salvá-la, enquanto Roger MacKenzie Wakefield (nascido Mackenzie, mas adotado por seu tio-avô) arrisca tudo por causa dela, e torna-se sua família, também, juntamente com seu filho, Jeremiah (que pode ou não ser de Roger, mas o qual Roger reivindica firmemente como seu). Qaundo Brianna escreve no seu bilhete para Roger, anexo com a prataria da sua família, fotos e recordações: “Todo mundo precisa de uma história... Esta é a minha.”

A Cruz de Fogo - Comunidade

A Cruz de Fogo continua o senso de “construção” dos livros, do namoro, ao casamento, à família e agora à formação de uma comunidade, conforme Jamie reivindica seu destino original como laird e líder, sustentáculo e protetor de uma comunidade. Vimos fazer isso (brevemente) em Lallybroch e então durante os anos depois de Culloden, quando ele liderou os prisioneiros em Ardsmuir, e os manteve (na sua maior parte) sãos e vivos ao forjá-los em uma comunidade. Jamie foi sempre definido (para ele mesmo, assim como para o leitor) pelo seu forte senso de responsabilidade e aqui nós o vemos em pleno funcionamento, conforme ele junta arrendatários para sua terra, Fraser’s Ridge, com a ajuda (e obstáculo ocasional de arrepiar os cabelos) dos viajantes do tempo de sua família.

Assim como em qualquer história que vale a pena, a autodefinição de um protagonista (quer seja uma pessoa ou um grupo) é um processo tanto de descoberta, como de conflito. Pedras no caminho, oposição e perigo são as ferramentas que a natureza usa para esculpir uma personalidade marcante da pedra nativa. E assim nós vemos não apenas a formação da comunidade de Fraser’s Ridge (um paralelo e microcosmo da América emergente), mas a luta individual de Jamie, Claire, Brianna, Roger e outros para se encaixarem no seu ambiente em mudança, e preservar suas próprias identidades e descobrir suas vocações no processo.

Um Sopro de Neve e Cinzas - Lealdade

Estou tentada a dizer que o tema de uma única palavra desse livro é “sobrevivência”, mas os meios pelos quais tantas pessoas sobrevivem às vicissitudes de um mundo girando fora de controle é realmente um tema melhor, eu acho. Nesta instância, nós exploramos a lealdade feroz de Claire e Jamie um com o outro e com sua família. Mas além de lealdade as pessoas, lealdade as ideias e ideais é uma coisa enorme nessa época da História da América e o conflito dessas lealdades é paradoxalmente tanto a causa de fratura social, como dos meios de sobrevivência, quando o mundo está em colapso.

Nós vemos outras formas de lealdade em trabalho, a lealdade da ganância e autoproteção, entre a gangue de Brown e o bando de saqueadores de Hodgepile; a lealdade à tradição e aos líderes entre os Cherokee; a lealdade ao Rei, país e regimento mostrada por John Grey, e a lealdade da amizade, como vemos entre Lord John e Jamie. E, em última análise, nós vemos a lealdade e amor dos pais, que farão qualquer sacrifício para o bem de seus filhos e o futuro.

Ecos do Futuro - Nexo

O ícone na capa da edição americana desse livro é um estrepe, uma arma militar que data à época dos Romanos. O ícone na capa da edição do Reino Unido é um esqueleto de folha, mostrando a superioridade do departamento de arte de Orion em relação aos meus próprios instintos, mas incorporando o mesmo conceito basilar: as ligações complexas e frágeis entre pessoas, períodos e circunstâncias.

O livro segue quatro histórias principais, as quais se conectam de forma maior e menor e, dependendo de qual imagem de capa você prefere, revela a importância e resiliência de tais conexões em tempos de guerra e conflitos pessoais ou mostra as veias subjacentes de nutrição e sustento entre as pessoas que as mantém inteiras apesar dos estresses da passagem do tempo. Como com Um Sopro de Neve e Cinzas, EU considerei um tema alternativo de uma única palavra, neste caso, “mortalidade”. Não morte, como tal, mas uma realização da natureza finita da vida e o que isso faz as pessoas. Esse era um conceito muito mais difícil de pôr em uma capa, entretanto.

Escrito com o sangue do meu coração – Perdão

Se a palavra de Eco era “nexo”, os leitores mais perspicazes estão provavelmente esperando que a de MOBY seja “espaguete”, ou, possivelmente, “polvo”. Entretanto, não é. É “perdão”, tanto a doação deste bálsamo, como a recusa de perdoar e o que a doação e a recusa fazem tanto aos doares, como aos beneficiários em ambos os casos.

Vemos esse conceito em operação entre os personagens principais- particularmente no que diz respeito à reação de William a descoberta de sua verdadeira paternidade e no que diz respeito aos esforços de Claire em lidar com conhecer o homem que a estuprou e sua reação com o que Jamie faz em relação a isso. Mas também o vemos em passagens menos importantes, lidando com personagens incidentais. A Sra. Bradshaw e a escrava Sophronia, por exemplo. A Sra. Bradshaw mostra uma determinação corajosa em ajudar a garota (assim perdoando-a pelo que poderia ser visto por uma mulher inferior como cumplicidade na infidelidade de seu marido), apesar de sua incapacidade (e quem poderia imaginar isso?) de perdoar seu marido e a luta interna aparente que a situação a custa. Rachel perdoa Ian imediatamente acerca de sua confissão que ele fora casado anteriormente e sua admissão do medo que ele poderia não dar a ela, filhos.

Jamie perdoa Claire e, relutantemente, Lord John, por terem dormido um com o outro, enquanto pensavam que ele estivesse morto, mas não consegue perdoar Lord John por confirmar diretamente seu próprio desejo por Jamie.

Claire instantaneamente perdoa Jenny, a cunhada que outrora ela amara profundamente. Jenny enfaticamente não perdoa Hal, o comandante dos homens que machucou sua família e que contribuiu para a morte de seu marido, mas ela aconselha e ajuda Claire, que deve lidar com sua realização que o homem que a estuprou está vivo, ao compartilhar a experiência de sua filha. Buck MacKenzie não consegue se perdoar pelas formas como ele falhou com sua esposa. Roger explicitamente perdoa Buck pelo seu papel em enforcá-lo, mas demonstra o efeito bumerangue do perdão, no qual a sensação da ferida retorna e deve ser lidada outra vez.

Fanny perdoa William e Jamie por não terem sido capazes de salvar Jane, mas você pode claramente ver que eles não perdoam a si mesmos e vão viver com os efeitos de seu fracasso por algum tempo. “Espaguete” é provavelmente o termo certo, realmente...

 GABALDON, Diana. The Outlandish Companion. New York: Delacorte Press, 2015. V.2, p. 545-550

[trashyswitch]

Brody's Memes vs Schneep's Antics

Chase likes to test the waters when it comes to teasing Henrik. But everyone, even Jamie, knows not to mess with a clever surgeon like Schneeplestein...

This fanfic was suggested by Shannon! Thank you, and I hope you enjoy! Anyone else awaiting the Egos comic that'll be coming out soon?

“Hey Henrik.” Someone called. 

Henrik turned around. “Hm?” 

“Henrik.” The person said again. “Vhat?” Henrik replied, turning to look at the person. 

“Hi.” The person said with a smirk. 

Henrik sighed. “Hi Chase.” He replied before turning back around. 

Chase smiled and pulled out his phone. While Henrik was texting on his phone, Chase had started sending things to him. 

Henrik noticed the notification and clicked it. 

[H] 

[I] 

Henrik looked at Chase over his shoulder. “Really?” Henrik asked. 

Chase giggled and went back to his phone. 

Henrik tried to go back to texting. But he started getting different notifications. The first one was an airdrop of a distorted picture of a horse with the word ‘HONSE’ on it. 

Henrik raised an eyebrow and looked at Chase. “Vhat is zhis?” He asked. 

Chase smirked. “...Honse.” He muttered with a laugh. 

Henrik clicked the ‘deny’ button on the photo, and went back to texting. But he had only written 3 more words when another airdrop notification showed up on his screen. This time, it was a picture of a person hitting its head in the corner of the room. 

[Y’all ever find a corner and just ñҰҰҰêêêêêê]

Henrik looked at Chase. “.....Okay, maybe I’ll keep that one.” he said before clicking ‘Accept’. He went back to texting. He got a few words written down before clicking send. And right as he was about to go back and text someone from earlier, another notification showed up. 

It was a picture of a strawberry with a gun. 

[This is a strobbery] 

It was at this point…that Henrik had decided that was enough. He moved to his own camera roll, and started choosing photos of his own. With the photos chosen, Henrik started airdropping photos to Chase’s phone. 

“Hm- EW! What the hell?!” Chase clicked the ‘Deny’ button. “No!” 

Henrik smirked slightly and airdropped another photo. 

“What is- GAH!” Chase covered his eyes for a moment while he clicked ‘Deny’. “I did NOT need to see that.” Chase muttered out loud. 

Henrik smirked and airdropped a couple more photos. 

Back-to-back, more vulgar photos from medical case’s he had read about, had shown up on Chase’s phone. Chase had to keep covering up his eyes and clicking ‘deny’ on every single picture that showed up. “Henrik, STOP!” Chase yelled. 

“Annoying, isn’t it?” Henrik asked with a smirk. “Yes! I get it! I’ll stop.” Chase replied. 

“Good.” Henrik replied, touching the airdrop button to stop it from sending. 

Chase sighed and rubbed his forehead. “There is a huge difference between ‘Honse’, and ‘arm that’s been crushed, degloved and burned’.” Chase told him. 

Henrik chuckled. “Do not even get me started on zhe penis pictures I have saved on here.” Henrik warned with a smirk. 

Chase gagged and covered his mouth. “EW! HENRIK! SHUT UP!” Chase yelled. 

Henrik bursted out laughing as he went back to texting. 

Later, Henrik was watching TV, and occasionally checking his phone. Anytime he got a text, he would look at his phone to determine if it’s worth texting back or not. 

Eventually, one of the text messages was from Chase. Henrik chuckled and picked it up, clicking the message and looking at it. It looked like a photo of himself, but…with text on it. 

[When you’re on your 5th cup of coffee…and you’re still tired…] 

Henrik blinked and stared at the photo. Not…the most flattering picture of him, to say the least…Where Chase got this picture, Henrik couldn’t be sure. Henrik put the phone down and continued to watch The View. 

A few minutes later, another picture was sent to Henrik. He rolled his eyes and picked up his phone, opening it before reading the text: 

[When they question my knowledge on anatomy:] 

Henrik chuckled a slight bit and saved that one to his phone. Then, he put down his phone and kept watching TV. 

Not even a second later, Henrik received not one…not two…but 7 memes at the same time. This made his phone notification sound go off 7 times over, cutting off every alert so a new alert can make itself known. Henrik grumbled and got up from his seat, taking his phone with him and turning the TV off right as it was changing to commercials. 

Henrik walked to Chase’s room and kicked the door open. He heard the words “HOLY FUCKIN’-” coming from the other side of the room. Henrik turned to look at Chase, his eyes burning with rage. 

“Are you done?” Henrik asked. 

Chase blinked once, staring at Henrik…

Chase blinked a second time…before slowly smiling and clicking the [send] button without even looking. 

Henrik widened his eyes for a moment as the alert went off on his own phone, before closing his eyes and breathing in deeply. He was attempting to calm himself down so he doesn’t completely obliterate Chase…

Or rather…not right away. 

“HenrikHENRIKWAIT!” Chase ordered as Henrik sprinted up to him. 

Henrik slowed to a stop and looked at him with death in his eyes. “What.” He said. 

Chase bit his lip. “A-At least…” he pointed to the phone. “L-Look at th-the…memes?” he asked. 

Henrik sighed and pulled up the message, looking at the messages to read the memes. 

[Henrik looking for the next donut shop]

[Henrik after his 13 hour shift] 

[Henrik looking for the time he gave a fuck] 

[Henrik trying to listen to your bullshit] 

Henrik closed his phone, dropped it on the ground before tackling Chase to his bed. “Vhere did you get zhose pictures?” Henrik asked. 

Chase widened his eyes and immediately looked a little guilty. “I…took screenshots from your video cameos on the channel.” Chase admitted. 

Henrik blinked…and then poked Chase’s belly. “Very vell.” Henrik said. Then, Henrik clawed and skittered his fingers strategically on Chase’s belly. “But zhis isn’t zhe first time you annoyed me today.” Henrik reminded him. “And for ZHAT…you get tickles.” Henrik declared. 

Chase’s reaction was immediate. The man was seriously going for his worst spot right away: The right side of his belly. It was a really bad spot that Henrik knew too well and unfortunately, appeared to be taking advantage of it. “NAHAHAHA! HEHEHENRIK! NOHOHOT THAHAHAT!” Chase yelled. 

“Not vhat?” Henrik asked with a smirk. 

Chase attempted to roll himself onto his stomach, but only made it to his right side. “NOTICKLES! NOHOHO TIHIHICKLEHESSSS!” Chase yelled back, kicking his feet. 

“Oh, you zhink ordering me around vill help your situazion?” Henrik asked as he rolled Chase onto his back again. Henrik then switched to squeezing and gently digging his fingers into the right side of his belly. 

Chase gasped and threw his head back with a high-pitched squeal, before hugging himself and wiggling around as his fits of cackles filled the room. “YOHOHOHOU- HAHAHAHA! CAHAN’T TAHAHAKE- A GODDAMN JOHOHOKE- KKHAHAhehehehe!” Chase laughed rather gleefully considering the implied forcefulness of his laughter. 

“Let me guess…I suck?” Henrik asked with a smirk. 

“WHATDOYOUFUCKIN- THIHIHIHIHIHINK?!” Chase yelled back. 

Henrik raised an eyebrow and dug his fingers in a bit deeper. 

Chase arched his back and screeched, before falling into hysterical cackles. By this point, he was beginning to worry about how long Henrik may tickle him for. So he began attempting to kick Henrik away. 

And one of the kicks actually landed! Henrik yelped as he felt Chase’s foot push him away. But it only took a second for Henrik to grab his ankle and resume his attack. “Zhank you for volunteering your foot to me.” Henrik declared as he tickled up and down the arch and balls of his foot. 

Chase squeaked and squealed, letting out more squeaky laughter not long after. “EEK! NAHAHA! FAHACK- EEEEEHEEEK! PLEHEHEHEEEEEEASE! GAHAHAHA!” Chase laughed. 

But everything halted the moment they heard a creaking door from behind him. Henrik turned around and locked eyes on the person that was standing there. It was Jamie…And he was just staring at them with a shocked facial expression. It was like he walked in on a train wreck and he just couldn’t look away. 

“Vhat? You interested?” Henrik asked. 

But Chase saw it as a chance to escape. He immediately pulled his foot out of Henrik’s grip and scooted himself away. “Jamie HELP!” Chase ran himself behind Jamie and pushed Jamie into Henrik’s path. Jamie put up his hands in an attempt to stop himself, but inevitably smashed right into Henrik, knocking the two of them onto the floor. 

Jamie looked at Henrik with visible nervousness, almost like he knew Henrik was gonna tickle him. When Henrik started to get up, Jamie started scooting away. But Henrik started shoving his fingers into his sides and ribs to tickle him. 

Jamie could feel a wobbly smile growing onto his face. Henrik kept getting him in a few spots, which would normally cause yelps and squeaks. But Jamie was completely silent. Normally, this would be a problem. But with Jamie’s wiggling and visible jumps, Henrik was getting the tickly hints quite clearly. “Do not make me go for your vorst spots.” Henrik warned. 

Jamie squeezed his eyes shut as his grin became toothy. Meanwhile he is desperately trying to tickle Henrik back and escape. But Henrik stopped his attack for a moment and grabbed both his wrists. Jamie widened his eyes and pulled on his wrists, before staring at Henrik with surprise. 

“Vone…” Henrik started counting, bringing his free hand down. 

Jamie threw his head back for a moment, almost like he was squeaking, before shaking his head desperately. 

“Two…” Henrik counted, bringing his right hand down a little bit more. 

Jamie squeezed his eyes shut as his smile widened. It’s a little bit hard to tell if Jamie is giggling in anticipation or not. Either way, Henrik knew he was doing his job as the tickle monster rather well. 

“Three!” Henrik dropped his hand down and dug into his left hip. Jamie threw his head back and audibly wheezed before he shook with newfound laughter. His laughter only came out in mini wheezes, but that didn’t seem to bother Henrik at all. Henrik looked just as happy as ever, to make the dapper boy laugh like this. “Such a ticklish viddle dapper boy.” Henrik teased. 

Jamie shook his head, kicking his feet and pulling on his wrists. Technically with his hands up in front of him, Jamie was still able to sign. So he took advantage of that and started signing words like ‘Help!’, ‘Stop!’ and ‘No!’. 

Though these words would usually worry others, Henrik wasn’t really bothered. The man actually found it cute that Jamie was so talkative despite his hands being out of the way. “I’m sorry, Yamie. But no vone is here to help you.” Henrik told him. 

Jamie wheezed and ended up snorting in response! 

“Oh! Vhat vas zhat?!” Henrik reacted, taken aback. “Vas zhat a snort? Zhat’s so sveet!” Henrik teased. 

Jamie’s eyes had widened in shock at the sound before, but now the teasing was making him develop a soft blush on his face! 

Henrik noticed this right away, and couldn’t help the giggle that left his mouth. “Vell look at zhat…” he stopped tickling and lowered his left hand down. “Is it time for me to stop?” Henrik asked. 

Jamie looked down, still bashful. Henrik quickly took that as a big fat yes. He put Jamie’s hands down, and backed up from him. When Jamie had recovered, Jamie asked Henrik what was going on between him and Chase. 

Henrik chuckled. “Zhe arschloch kept annoying me.” Henrik told him. 

Jamie smirked. ‘Want to tickle Chase together?’ Jamie asked. 

Henrik raised his eyebrows. “Like…a partnership?” Henrik asked. 

Jamie nodded his head and clapped his hands together like a little child. 

Henrik chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. “Sure, vhy not.” 

…And that’s how Chase was utterly obliterated by the evil doctor and his trusty dapper partner. Chase would later put on a GoPro and get revenge on Henrik. After that, he would eventually screenshot the funniest moments and make it into a meme compilation. 

[When someone tickles your neck] 

[When your crush starts talking to you] 

[Henrik trying (and failing) to escape the tickle monster] 

[If you tickle me, I am not responsible for your injuries] 

[jamiesgotchu]

get. Them. Wrecked.

ouuuuh jason's gonna GET em:3

[shield-o-futuro]

Connor 🤗 Love

🤗 - Um dos personagens abraça o outro.

Conto 58  — Love & Connor Foster

Pela janela de seu quarto, Love conseguia ouvir as risadas das crianças do bairro, brincando na rua. Dando uma rápida olhada para fora, ela pode ver o grupo formado por pelo menos sete crianças, todas com arminhas de brinquedo, atirando água umas nas outras, enquanto corriam. Isso a fez sorrir. Era uma tarde quente de verão na cidade de Nova York, então era compreensível que as crianças tivessem escolhido uma brincadeira com água para se refrescar.

E era também por este motivo que a filha mais nova de Thor estava dentro de seu quarto, preparando uma pequena mala para partir ao anoitecer, na esperança de colocar o máximo de distância entre si e o calor exagerado da cidade. Ela sempre odiou climas quentes, afinal.

Voltando sua atenção para a mala aberta em cima da cama, Love pegou somente mais dois casacos e uma blusa nova que ela havia comprado não muito tempo atrás e jogou dentro da mala, dando-se por satisfeita. Ela sempre deixava uma mala arrumada e pronta para uso dentro de seu armário, para o caso de um dia acordar e ter vontade de simplesmente sair por aí em uma aventura ou coisa parecida. Era um hábito antigo e difícil de largar, porque apesar de ela ter começado a se acostumar a ficar em um só lugar por um grande período de tempo, ela ainda tinha um espírito livre, e de vez em quando, ela ainda precisava apenas… sair. Se afastar de tudo. Viajar. Se manter em movimento.

Dando-se por satisfeita com a questão das roupas, ela se virou e foi até a estante perto de sua mesa, e passou os olhos pelos livros que tinha ali.  Estava tentando decidir qual levaria consigo na viagem, quando ouviu os passos nada sutis de seu irmão se aproximando de seu quarto. 

A porta estava aberta, então pelo canto do olho, ela pode ver quando Connor apareceu, se encostou no batente e cruzou os braços.

— Alguém já te disse que é muita sorte sua você não ser um agente secreto? — Love comentou, sem se virar para o irmão mais velho, seus olhos ainda focados nos livros à sua frente. — Você parece um rinoceronte andando por aí.

— Como você é engraçada, Jamie. — Ele ficou em silêncio por um momento, e isso fez com que ela finalmente o encarasse, perguntando silenciosamente com o olhar o que ele queria. Apesar de que ela já sabia a resposta. — A mamãe disse que você vai pra Nova Asgard.

— Aham. Vou sair mais tarde.

— Vai sozinha?

Ela negou com a cabeça, enquanto desviava o olhar para a estante novamente, puxando o mais recente livro que sua mãe havia escrito. Ela ainda não tinha tido a chance de ler, mas teria agora.

— A G’iah vai comigo. — Pelo canto do olho, Love pode ver a careta que Connor fez ao ouvir o nome. — Algum problema?

Ele deu de ombros antes de responder.

— Não. Quer dizer, sei lá. Não gosto dessa G’iah. Ela é esquisita.

— Você é esquisito.

Connor revirou os olhos, Love sorriu. 

— Estou falando sério.

— Bom, eu também, Con.

Ao ouvir isso, Connor entrou de uma vez no quarto e se sentou na cama da irmã.

— Tá legal. Se você gosta tanto assim dela, então ela não pode ser tão ruim. Mas… não sou o maior fã. — Ele disse, e antes que Love pudesse retrucar, ele acrescentou. — Vai ficar quantos dias fora?

— Uhm, não sei bem. Uma, duas semanas no máximo. — Ao dizer isso, Love lançou um olhar curioso para o irmão. — Está com medo que eu não volte?

— Não é isso. — Mas tudo em sua expressão e linguagem corporal diziam a mais nova que era exatamente isso. — É só que, você vive sumindo de tempos em tempos.

— Ei. — Ela colocou a mala no chão e se sentou ao lado de Connor. — E vou voltar logo. Prometo que não vou fugir de novo.

— Acho bom mesmo, porque nós realmente precisamos passar mais tempo juntos, Jamie. Sinto falta da minha irmã.

Love não pode conter um sorriso ao ouvir isso, e empurrou o ombro de Connor com o seu.

— E eu sinto a sua, mas vamos ter muito tempo pra gastar juntos, então não se preocupe, pode ser? Vai ser uma viagem rápida. Eu preciso sair daqui. Sabe o quanto eu odeio...

—O calor. Eu sei.

— Pois é. E o verão aqui, é um inferno. E eu até te chamaria pra ir juntos, se não soubesse que você está ocupado...

— Aham, eu entendo.

— E você não gosta da G’iah, então seria um problema.

— Tem isso também. — Connor se levantou mais uma vez, e Love o imitou. — Mas tudo bem. Só tenha cuidado, beleza?

— É Nova Asgard, tenho que ter cuidado com o que?! — Ela riu, mas Connor continuou sério.

— Ataques de monstros e toda essa coisa. Sabe que pode acontecer.

Love revirou os olhos para isso.

— Nunca acontece quando a Lorrie está lá. Mas pode deixar. Eu vou tomar cuidado.

— Ótimo.

E com isso, Connor a puxou para um abraço apertado. Love não era a maior fã de abraços, ela na verdade não estava muito acostumada com isso ainda, mas aceitava abraços de algumas poucas pessoas. Connor, claro, era uma delas.

Ela o abraçou de volta e logo deu alguns tapinhas em suas costas para que ela soltasse.

— Tá bom, já chega. Me larga.

— Certo, claro. — Ele a soltou, e sorriu. — Não esquece de me ligar, tá?

— Vou mandar mensagem. Sabe que eu detesto ligar.

— Eu te ligo então. — Ele disse, fazendo seu caminho para sair do quarto. — Vou te deixar em paz agora pra você terminar de arrumar suas coisas. —Connor olhou para trás uma ultima vez. — Nos vemos em duas semanas.

Love acenou com a cabeça, e esperou até que ele saísse do quarto, para sussurrar para si mesma.

— Nos vemos em duas semanas.

E ESTAMOS DE VOLTA ! Não sei se o conto ficou legal, é a primeira coisa que eu escrevo em muito tempo ( segunda, na verdade. Eu fiz 85% de um conto de aniversário pro sam ontem mas não consegui terminar então não postei >.&lt; ), mas to feliz de escrever uns continhos de novo :) Depois eu edito pra colocar um bannerzinho, por enquanto vai simples vemos. Espero que vocês tenham gostado e, amanhã acho que já tem outro ! Vou deixar AQUI o progresso dos contos que chegaram. Fiquem a vontade pra mandar mais porque acho que agora tá indo!

[beadickel]

Vamos para a Tag da semana?

Um livro que recomenda para todos

Um livro que recomenda para ninguém

Um livro que não conseguiu largar

Um livro que já releu

Um livro da sua lista de desejos

Um livro de não ficção

(Marque 2 mútuos para responder s2)

QG não desista de mim e da minha demora pra responder as tags 😭 Queria dedicar um tempinho extra pra essa, e finalmente consegui! Enfim, bora lá:

🫧 Um livro que recomenda para todos: A Garota das Laranja, Jostein Gaarder - Um dos livros mais bonitos que já li! Entrou na minha vida num momento em que eu estava precisando, e acabou se tornando um dos meus favoritos. É sobre luto, família, amor e laranjas.

🫧 Um livro que recomenda para ninguém: Fazendo Meu Filme 3, Paula Pimenta - Infelizmente precisamos passar por esse para ler a série completa de FMF, mas não desceu pra mim. Quando li em 2020 pela primeira vez, foi ok, mas quando reli no ano seguinte, me deu tanto nojo. O relacionamento dos protagonistas tá numa toxicidade impossível de passar pano! Falas super gordofóbicas, ciúmes descontrolado e possessividade são coisas que, tudo bem serem abordadas, mas deveria ter sido de forma certa e consciente.

🫧 Um livro que não conseguiu largar: Impecáveis, Sara Shepard - É o segundo volume de Pretty Little Liars, e também o livro que me fez entrar de vez nessa série literária! Quando li Maldosas (primeiro volume) em 2021, não consegui gostar, mas aconteceu que Impecáveis entrou em um descontão na Amazon que acabei comprando - e não me arrependi!

🫧 Um livro que já releu: Minha Vida Fora de Série 1, Paula Pimenta - Esse é um dos meus livros favoritos, e gostaria de considerar ele uma espécie de "leitura anual". Esse livro me traz um conforto tão grande!! Minhas histórias favoritas da Paula são aquelas que se passam aqui no Brasil, com esses cenários de escola/faculdade mesmo, que faz nos sentir tão pertinho dos personagens.

🫧 Um livro da sua lista de desejos: Barbie: The World Tour, Margot Robbie - Gente, eu JURO. Esse livro é uma perfeição (nunca li)!!! É um apanhadão dos visuais mais icônicos da Barbie, desde os anos 50, com imagens exclusivas das bonecas e da própria Margot vestindo os looks. Ahh, sem contar nos desenhos das roupas! Se não fosse tipo, 300 reais, eu comprava 🥲

🫧 Um livro de não ficção: Cartas Xamânicas, Jamie Sams e David Carson - Na verdade, esse é um oráculo, mas é acompanhado de um livro com o mesmo nome! Esse é um dos meus oráculos favoritos, e vira e mexe gosto de tirar uma carta ou apenas folear o livro em si, lendo sobre os animais e seus poderes e o Grande Mistério.

Vou taggear a @sleepyheadnat e a @shakespereansonnet pra esse jogo!

[veryblushyswitch]

I LOVE YOUR TED LASSO FICS SO MUCH!! 💖💖

Like Riding a Bike

Fandom: Ted Lasso

WC: 1.4k

A/N: Hello!! It's been a minute!! Sorry about that. Turns out my new job is actually insane. On the plus side, I am getting a ton of overtime lol. ANYWAY, thank you for your patience, and I hope you enjoy this fic, prompted by anon :) Can be read as platonic or pre-relationship.

“For grandad!”

Jamie’s shout echoed across the shadows of the park, and before he knew it Jamie had Roy balanced carefully on a perfectly-legal, not-at-all-stolen, authentic Amsterdam bike.

“Alright, now head up, hips square, aaaaand… pedal!” To his credit, Jamie did not laugh when Roy seemed to fall to the side in slow motion. He didn’t. Okay, maybe his lips twitched a little bit, but Jamie could easily blame that on a muscle spasm after all the exercise he’d done that day.

“It’s alright, good lad, good lad, right back on,” Jamie cheered, channeling his Mummy when she taught him to ride a bike as a sexy little baby. Roy did not seem to appreciate the encouragement the same way baby Jamie had, pushing grown-up Jamie back with a growl as he swung his leg back over the seat.

Clearly, Roy needed some extra help. This time, Jamie planted one hand on the back of Roy’s neck, and the other steady on Roy’s waist. Roy was tense underneath his fingers, but, Jamie figured, he was entitled to a little tension when he’s facing shit from his past. Losing his Grandad really fucked him up, and Jamie wasn’t going to begrudge the man his feelings, no matter how Roy tried to choke them into submission.

“Don’t need my fucking hand held,” Roy growled, undercutting his statement when Jamie let go and Roy immediately toppled sideways. “Fuck!”

“Alright, keep your trousers on, old man,” Jamie put his hands up in the universal ‘do no harm’ gesture. “Let’s try again, come on.” 

Roy gave a long suffering sigh, rolled his eyes so far back that Jamie was pretty sure he got a good look at his own brain, and swung his leg back over.

Jamie, trying to be a good friend, lightened his touch since Roy clearly wasn’t a fan of Jamie touching him in the first place. 

If possible, Roy got even more tense. “Oi!” He barked at Jamie. “I said don’t fucking need you for balance!” He claimed, scrunching his shoulders like Jamie always did when Sam wiggled his fingers under Jamie’s chin.

Now, Jamie wasn’t what anyone would call a genius. He wasn’t really book smart; the letters moved around too much for him to want to unscramble them. Because of this, people were constantly underestimating him, at least in the brains department. Look, Jamie might not be winning the Know Bell Prize or some shit any time soon, but that didn’t mean he was stupid. He knew what it looked like when a poor sod was ticklish and doing his damned best to hide it.

Jamie bit down on his tongue to hide a mischievous smile. “Look, mate, you don’t have to like it, but you need me until you can at least get a few meters on your own, yeah? C’mon, let’s do this, old man.”

Roy grumbled what Jamie figured was an assent, and Jamie placed his hands just firm enough that it could reasonably be interpreted as keeping Roy balanced, and not as a quest to get Roy Kent to laugh. Holy shit, did Roy giggle? This was going to be so damn fun.

Under Jamie’s light touch, Roy instantly tensed back up. Jamie risked a tease. “C’mon, mate, you’re never gonna keep your balance when you’re this stiff. You gotta loosen up a little,” Jamie squeezed Roy’s neck, and was rewarded with a growl that Jamie would bet his entire trainer closet was covering up a chuckle.

“You can fuck right off if you’re gonna keep talking instead of teaching,” Roy bit out.

“Right-o, Roy-o,” Jamie said cheerfully. “Look straight ahead, not at your toes, just like football, yeah? Otherwise the only place you’re going is down.” Jamie subtly moved his hand a little higher so that it was resting on Roy’s ribs. Roy made a sound like all the air had been punched out of him.

Jamie took his hand from Roy’s neck and used it to cover his smile. God, this made all the four am training sessions more than worth it. 

Instead of putting his hand back on Roy’s neck, Jamie decided to up the ante, and wormed his fingers under Roy’s armpit.

This seemed to be the last straw for Roy, who gave a shout and buckled to the side. Jamie went down with him, figuring the jig was up, and started playing Roy’s ribs like a goddamn piano.

“Shit - fuck - you shihihiitfucker - dahahahahahammit Tahahartt!” Roy broke, low, growly giggles (giggles! This was the best day of Jamie’s life.) and tried to curl away from Jamie’s fingers.

“Awww, what’s the matter, mate? Could it be the the big, bad, Roy fucking Kent is as ticklish as a little lad?” Jamie goaded, sneaking a hand underneath Roy’s hoodie and scribbling at his stomach.

Roy tossed his head back, a forced grin on his lips. Jamie was sure if his eyes were open there would be murder in them.  “Ihihihi’m gonna fuhuhucking KIHIHILL YOU!” Roy roared, his back arching.

“Roy, mate, this is fucking golden,” Jamie crowed, his smile splitting his face. Roy thrashed hard, harder than Jame was expecting. 

Jamie knew he was on borrowed time, so he wormed both of his hands into Roy’s underarms, and he was not disappointed.

Roy Kent. Fucking. Howled.

Jamie couldn’t help but laugh along with him. “Oh my god, this is worse than I thought - mate, this is a fucking liability! How are you supposed to be ‘here, there, and every-fucking - woah!”

Quicker than Jamie could blink, Roy flipped their positions, and was looming about Jamie like a fucking werewolf. And looking at Jamie like he was a fucking steak.

“Roy, mate, it’s all in good fun, yeah? We don’t really have to -”

“Oh no, we abso-fucking-lutely have to,” Roy growled, a smile still in his voice despite the eyebrows he was giving Jamie.

That was all the warning Jamie got before Roy wrecked his shit. 

One hand went to Jamie’s hips, kneading like he was baking fucking bread or some shit. The other hand spidered over Jamie’s tummy, which was arguably worse.

“ROHOHOHOHOHOHOY,” Jamie screeched, tossing his head back, a smile splitting his face.

“Fucking what?”

“TIHIHIHIHIHICKLES.”

“I’d fucking well hope so,” Roy said, ruching up Jamie’s shirt in one smooth motion and scribbling across bare skin. “You’d better get used to this, cause we’re gonna be here for a while.”

“SHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT,” Jamie cursed, shaking his head back and forth.

“No? No, we’re not going to be here for a while? Or no, you can’t handle any more tickles? Cause I’m about to prove you wrong on both accounts,” Roy said as the hand squeezing Jamie’s hip moved down to torture his thigh instead.

Somehow, Roy’s growly voice saying ‘tickles’ made it tickle infinitely more. Jamie was no stranger to being tickled - since it was no longer ok to hit him, his teammates had to find other ways to get him to shut his mouth. But Roy was on another fucking level. And Jamie was losing his goddamn mind.

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE,” Jamie was not above begging.

“You want to see something that always gets Phoebe?”

“NOHOHOHOHOHO!”

“Too bad,” Roy said, and leaned down to blow a fucking raspberry above Jamie’s belly button.

In the tiny part of his brain that wasn’t going insane from the tortuous sensations, Jamie imagined telling his 10 year old self that one day he’d be lying down in a park in fucking Amsterdam, getting the absolute shit tickled out of him by his childhood hero. If Jamie could have laughed any harder, he would have.

“ROHOHOHOHOY,” Jamie wailed.

“You ever gonna try that shit again?”

“PROHOHOHOBABLY,” Jamie answered.

“Yeah, knew that was probably too much to ask,” Roy grumbled. “You gonna try that shit in front of anybody else?”

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO,” Jamie promised.

“Fucking sure?”

“YEHEHEHEHEHEHEHES! PLEHEHEHEASE ROHOHOY!” Jamie begged, on the verge of insanity.

“Alright,” Roy said, and finally ceased his tickling.

Jamie curled up in a ball, tugging his shirt back down. He wiped the tears from his face, still giggling.

Roy ruffled Jamie’s hair. “Come on. I’m going to ride a bike tonight even if I blow out my other fucking knee.”

All Jamie could do was groan through his giggles.

[itacoisa]

7 de julho de 2023. Domingo.

Depois de semanas FINALMENTE terminei de ler um livro, uhuuul.

Pois então, de forma bem resumida, Acerto de Contas é um livro de vingança. Jamie é um dos sócios de uma grande empresa em Londres, acontece que ele é bem escroto. Assim, após três colegas de trabalho compartilharem situações constrangedoras que ele causou, uma delas decide dar início ao seu plano de vingança.

A ideia do livro é bem interessante, possui bons momentos e dá para ler bem rapidinho, mas tem um problema: o final é muito corrido.

Diz a contracapa da edição que as protagonistas começam a duvidar de si mesmas, mas não é bem verdade, o final foi tão corrido que nem deu tempo para elas (e nem a gente) duvidar de alguém.

Em outra postagem eu até reclamei disso, mas se todas as protagonistas tivessem engajado no plano, o livro seria bem melhor e quem sabe um pov do Jamie também ajudaria nisso.

Enfim. Dei 3 estrelas, o que é BOM.

Acho que faltou gente doida fazendo doidice, sabe? Achei pouco (mas quando isso foi proporcionado, foi muito bom, sério. Achei que o capítulo 29/30 foi incrível)

Só para encerrar, eu acertei o final, rsrs.

/// #embuscadosuspensedoano2023

Apesar de ser vendido como um thriller psicológico, o final corrido não me proporcionou muitas sensações, sabe? E eu acho que para um livro ser o >suspense do ano< a gente precisa sentir BASTANTE. Por enquanto, o ranking é esse:

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