#ler!philip

[thatcheesyler]

HUNTER AS LER

OKI ANON, TYYYYY 😋👍

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Ticklish Understanding

Summary: After a visit at work from his girls, Barnum learns something interesting about young Philip Carlyle ❤️

(Thank you @lottie-lokisdottir for your help and suggestions ❤️ I loved getting to write this :) Enjoy! 😁)

"Goodbye girls! I'll see you at home!"

"Bye daddy!"

Barnum closed the office door. "I swear, those girls get smarter and smarter everyday."

"You have a couple geniuses on your hands Barnum." Philip shuffled some papers. "One day, they'll even outsmart you."

"And then they'll outsmart you Mr. Carlyle." Barnum winked at his young friend before stepping back to his desk. "The man who knows everything outsmarted by the two greatest girls ever."

"I don't know everything," Philip responded with a blush.

"Oho really?"

"I'm serious Barnum."

The older man leaned against his desk. "Name one thing the great Philip Carlyle doesn't know."

"Well for starters, how to deal with with your insufferable extravagance," Philip teased. "And that thing you do with your daughters."

P.T's eyebrows furrowed his eyebrows together. "What thing?"

"That thing you were doing earlier."

"Ah yes, because that it narrows it down."

Philip rolled his eyes. "That thing you were doing earlier where you would squeeze them and they would laugh and squeal."

Barnum thought back over the events of the day and tried to deduce what he was talking about. An image flickered into his mind of Caroline and Helen giggling under him as he squeezed their sides. "Tickling?"

"Is that what you call it?" Philip asked.

The older man scoffed. "You're joking."

Philip shook his head. "Nope.

A strange look came over PT's face. "You genuinely don't know what tickling is?"

The look his friend was giving him made Philip suspicious. "Am I supposed too?"

In a moment of passion, Barnum slapped the desk before standing and making his way over to the younger man's desk. "You don't know what tickling is?"

Philip jumped. "Sheesh Barnum, I already told you, didn't I?"

"I just can't believe it."

Philip set aside his papers and turned to his friend as he leaned against the side of his desk. There was no use trying to work when he wouldn't let this go.

"I thought it was the duty of every parent to pass that knowledge on to their child. My mother, bless her, gave that knowledge to me before she died and I in turn gave it to my kids. Even Charity's parents gave it to her and you know what they're like."

"Sorry tickling wasn't included in my parents training."

"Did your parents even hold you wrong?"

"No, they left that up to the Nanny." Philip used the pen in his hands to motion to the mountain of paperwork on the desk. "Are we done?"

"No."

The younger man groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose.

Barnum tapped his shoulder and stood. "Humor me for a minute."

"But what about our work?"

"The work can wait."

Philip sighed and stood. When Barnum got an idea in his head, there was no stopping him. He had learned it was better to go along with it than try to argue.

Barnum positioned them in front of the couch. "Now, you are aware that in the body, there are nerves that allow you to feel things, correct?"

"Yes, like I can feel the clothes on my back. Are we done?"

Barnum held up a hand. "Patience. Now many of those nerves signal there is something wrong. For example, if you were to stick your hand on that stove back there, your nerves would tell you what?"

"To get my hand away."

"Correct---."

"What does this have to do with tickling?"

"You'll see." Barnum grabbed one of Philip's arms. "Now, it's not just pain that the nerves feel, it's also weight and pressure, correct?"

The younger man shrugged. "I guess."

"To give an example." Barnum wrapped his hand around Philip's wrist and gently pressed his thumb into his wrist. "You can feel the weight of my hand and the pressure of my thumb."

"Again, what does this have to do with tickling?"

"This is all leading up to the same point if you'll just let me get there."

After another sigh, Philip motioned with his free hand for him to continue.

"Thank you. The biggest point I'm trying to make is that the nerves register or feel different things and they don't always have the same response to what they're feeling. So if I were to squeeze, your nerves would detect pressure, pain, or a tickle." Barnum emphasized his last point with a squeeze to Philip's side.

The younger man squealed and pulled his side in the opposite direction. A strange shock had gone up his side. It hadn't hurt, it had just felt so odd and made him nervous. Yet it also made him desperately want to laugh and squirm. "What the. . ."

"Of course, since you can find these nerves all over your body, you can be ticklish just about anywhere."

"What? Wow!"

In one motion, Barnum was sitting down on the couch with Philip in his lap.

The younger man blushed at the position he was in. "Barnum!"

"I understand it can be a bit overwhelming your first time," PT soothed as he wrapped his arms around his young friend. "However, you can grow to love it."

"Love what?"

"Tickling."

"That feeling when you squeezed my side?"

"Yes."

"That's tickling?"

"Yes."

"And people love it?"

"Yes?"

"Why?"

Barnum shrugged as he repositioned them both into a more reclined position. "Stress relief, bonding."

"Embarrassing more like it."

"You had one squeeze Philip. How can you say it's embarrassing?"

"Why am I sitting in your lap?"

"You're never to old for a cuddle. Besides, this is how I usually do it with my daughters."

"Who I am five times the size of!"

Barnum scoffed. "Please, you're not that big. Besides, it's part of the bonding."

"I can bond with you just fine from the couch."

"I have to be able to reach you."

"You can reach me from the couch."

Barnum grinned. "I also think it's funny to watch you get so flustered."

Philip sighed. "You're insufferable."

"May I continue, please?"

"Fine."

"Thank you." Barnum ruffled Philip's hair. "Now, like I mentioned earlier, the nerves spread to different parts of the body meaning you can be ticklish anywhere."

"Really?"

"Yep." Barnum squeezed the different spots as he listed them. "Areas like your stomach. Your hips. Your ribs. Even your armpits."

The reactions Philip's gave were priceless. He quickly turned into a squealing, squirming mess in Barnum's lap. Very undignified from his usual appearance.

Barnum loved seeing the bright smile on his face and hearing the child-like laughter filling the office. The older man paused his tickles long enough to give his friend's cheek a friendly pinch. "You're actually adorable when you're not being a pompous little businessman."

Philip growled and turned his face away. "You're such a jerk!"

"A loving jerk though." PT rested his chin on Philip's shoulder. "But you know what the best thing about tickles is?"

"That Ihi'll behe getting revenge later."

"No, the best thing about tickles is that you don't have to use your hands."

"Wh-what?"

"You can use your nose." Barnum rubbed his nose against Philip's neck.

Philip squeaked and turtled.

"You can use your chin." Barnum switched to rubbing his chin against his neck.

"Ah!"

"You can use your lips." The older man peppered a few kisses into Philip's neck.

The blush on the younger man's face darkened significantly. "Barnum!"

"Or, you can use your breath." Barnum blew a raspberry into Philip's neck.

"SQUEE!" Then the younger man snorted.

"That was very undignified of you Mr. Carlyle." P.T pinched his side. "But I'll let it slide."

Philip squeaked then leaned against the older man. "That's the last tihime Ihi let you explain anything toho mehe!"

"Now I know what to do when you get to uptight." PT ruffled his hair again. "A few side squeezes and you're your smiley self again."

Philip growled again. "I'm so getting yohou bahack."

"I'll look out for it." Barnum released Philip from the tickle hug, but the younger man didn't get up right away. "I thought you were desperate to finish your paperwork Mr. Carlyle?"

"In a minute."

"Oh really?"

Philip quickly squeezed Barnum's sides. "Revenge is more important."

The older man let out a few chuckles, but his sides weren't much of a hot spot. He quickly grabbed his younger friend's hands and wrapped him in another hug. "One thing you need to learn about tickling Phil. If you want to get back at someone who attacked you first, aim for their weaker spots."

Philip rolled his eyes. "How am I supposed to know them if you won't let me find them!"

PT Barnum pinched along Philip's sides. "Where's the fun in that?"

With another squeal, the younger man squirmed to the side and and accidentally tipped himself over.

"You alright?"

"Yehes. No thanks to yohou."

"Aww, don't be such a party pooper Phil." Barnum stood. "You lost your first tickle fight, but there will be others."

The younger man bolted upright. "Others?"

"Of course. Especially since your tickle tolerance is so low." The older man tapped his chin. "Hmm, maybe it would be a good idea to have a daily tickle time until you get your stamina up to where it needs to be. Say, maybe I can get the rest of the circus to join in."

Philip flopped back on to the couch. "You don't even subject your own children to that kind of torture!"

"Not all of my kids."

Philip turned to Barnum and gave him a strange look.

The older man winked. "You're the special exception child."

Those words washed over Philip as he stared at the man in front of him. He wasn't sure when he became the Barnum's adoptive son, but he found himself okay with it. He didn't have the greatest childhood, despite what it looked on the outside, and here, he had a home of people who cared.

"Come on Sonny." PT turned back to his desk. "Back to work."

With his back turned, Philip took a small pillow from the couch and chucked it at Barnum. It landed square in the center of his back, causing the older man to stop.

PT slowly turned to look at his young friend grinning on the couch then down to the pillow laying on the floor. "So that is how you want to play. Very undignified indeed."

"You sound like my father."

"How dare you insult me with such comparisons!"

That brought a smile to Philip's face."

"Just for that horrendous comparison, you shall be sentenced to a pillow attack."

In the blink of an eye, both men had a pillow in their hands and were facing off from opposite sides of the room.

A moment later, the two charged forward leaving a trail of feathers in their wake.

[tsofan1224]

Does anyone wanna roleplay with me? I'm sick in bed (this is my fourth month of being sick) and lonely. I have eight years of experience in roleplaying, and I can do whatever person point of view and length of response to match yours. There's quite a few fandoms I can roleplay in, including but not limited to every fandom listed in my description (Superjail, The Lorax, Professor Layton, Grand Theft Auto 5, etc.), but I've been obsessed with The Lorax most recently.

[thatcheesyler]

NOW THIS IS WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT, PRAISE BE TO WHOLESOME LEE TRASH, FOR PROVIDING US WITH THIS DELICIOUS MEAL 💖💖💖💖💖

Fandom: The Owl House

Ship: None

Characters: Ler!Collector, Lee!Belos

Word count: 1,218

Warnings: Intense tickles, a little bit non-con, tell me if I need to add anything else!

A/N: This is adorable I love it so much!!! Thank you to @ticklytums for the inspiration!

Spoilers for King's Tide

Let's Play!

"Philipppp! I'm boredddd! Let's play!" The collector, manifested into a real-life child, said.

"No, I'm doing something right now. You need to be patient."

"I don't wanna be patient! I wanna do something now!" The collector grabbed his arm and shook him a little bit.

"Well then you have to do something without me." The child whined at this.

"I wanna play with you! Right now!" Belos simply ignored them for the present moment.

The child soon tired of whining and started poking him. In the cheek, on his shoulder, on his arm, everywhere.

"Will you stop?"

"Why?" Belos sighed. He hated the why game. It was played like this - The collector would constantly ask why until he was done with all of the questions and gave into whatever the collector wanted to play.

"Because-" One not well coordinated poke landed on his side, and he gave a little squeak.

He could still save this, maybe.

"What was that?" The child asks, poking him again. His muscles tensed as he inhaled sharply. "Did it hurt?"

"No-"

"Then why did you make that noise?" They began poking him in the same spot on his side over and over and over again.

"Collector, if you do not stop, I cannot finish up, which means I cannot play."

"But I wanna know why you made that noise!"

"It tickled. That is all." Belos said, trying not to sound flustered in any way.

Wow, a child could get an admission out of him through sheer annoyance. Pathetic.

"It tickled? What is tickled?" Belos was about to ask how they didn't know what tickling is. But, it kind of made sense. They were trapped as a shadow-like creature, unable to feel touch for hundreds of years.

"Let me finish what I'm doing and I'll show you." The child whined again, but tried to sit still. They did pretty well.

For a minute and a half.

They then went right back to poking Philip, this time adventuring up and and down his side, ribs, and hip bone. He tried to keep himself composed, but eventually, the tingling was the only thing he could focus on. But he would not break. Not in front of this annoyance of a child.

"Are you done? You stopped writing, you must be! Come on, let's play!"

"I'm never going to get done if you keep p-poking me like that." He gritted his teeth in an effort to not laugh. The collector stopped for a moment, thinking. Belos used the opportunity to speed run his paperwork, even though he was a little confused as to why they stopped.

"Philip! I remember this game!"

"Remember... what game?"

"The tickle game! Let's play let's play!" The collector immediately latched onto the older man, tickling his sides.

"No! You i-incorrigible child, get off!" Belos clumsily fell out of his chair, knocking his staff out of his reach.

"Come on Philly! You need to laugh more anyways!"

"N-no! Collector I will- noahahaha!" He tried to hold himself together, but it was pointless. The child would have their fun, would force him to participate as long as they wanted.

It wasn't awful though. It was true, he didn't laugh often, barely even smiled. Allowing himself to let go, even if it was somewhat forced, was kind of nice.

But admitting to it, well. He'd rather throw himself into the Boiling Sea before doing that. Especially to the child, who now had a body, which would definitely be used to tickle him silly.

Moving upwards. Towards his worst spot. His armpits.

"Wahahait! Nahahahaha! Ohoho myhyhy TihihihITAHAHAN THAHAHAHAT TIHIHICKLES!"

"That's kind of the point!" The collector giggles at him.

"COHOHOHOLLECTOHOHOR- NOHOHOHOHAHAHAHA!" He dissolved into pure hysterics, unable to form comprehensible words anymore, when they attack his armpits.

Titan, he hated this. He hated being a flustered, blushy, giggly, crying mess, due to the hands of a child. A star child that has the powers of a God, maybe, but nonetheless, a child. He hated that there was nothing he could do about the almost unbearable tingles of electricity shooting through his body, causing him to squirm around fruitlessly. He didn't hate the tickles themselves, though. Just the fact that he could be rendered a defenseless giggly puddle of ticklish nerves under the hands of a mere child. He was emperor, for Titan's sake. He was supposed to be always alert, always ready. But now he couldn't even control his own laughter.

"I'm not hearing a stop~" The collector teased. Well of course he wouldn't beg for mercy. That's a low that even he wouldn't go to. Even while being a sensitive pile of nerves that was tingling all over. At that point, he might as well just jump off the highest peak of the Isles. "Oh, stop fighting it Philip! We both know you love this!"

"IHIHI- I DOHOHON'T YOU IHIN- IHIHINSUFFERABLE CHIHIHILD!" He screamed, as they moved one hand down to tickle his hip, and the other stayed to cause as much giggly chaos in his brain as possible.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Keep telling yourself that. Eventually you'll come to realize that you're wrong!" They slowed their hands, and their head tilted with a smile. The break was needed and well-deserved. But it didn't feel like a slow wind down, like they were done completely, so Belos was a little bit skeptic, but took the time to breathe.

Then he felt his shirt get pushed up. He crossed his arms over his stomach.

"Nohoho." But the kid looked so excited, like a puppy who hadn't seen their owner in a while. They grabbed his hands, and both of them were surprised when Belos' arms gave almost no resistance at all to being pushed to the side.

"Ready? This is the most fun part!" The child bent down and blew a raspberry on his tummy.

The sensations from those things were utterly horrible. It was so much, he could barely manage one. He screamed, it was so bad. He loved it, yes, but the raspberry things were too much to bear.

So when the collector gained his breath to do another one, it was no wonder why Belos decided to squirm away. Or, try to, in his weakened state.

"No wait, one more! One more and I'll stop if you want!" Belos shook his head no. "You... don't want me to stop after one more?"

"Cohohohollector, plehehehease-" Oh no. Now he was begging. The Emperor couldn't stand a few tickles, how pathetic. It's a good thing no one else knew about this. Belos would have their head if anyone else knew. "Plehehehease stohohohop!"

"Mmm... okay." They blew one more raspberry, it was a long one, before they sat back up and pulled his shirt down.

Belos felt tears run down his red face, and he wiped them away quickly.

"Wait, I didn't mean to make you cry! Don't be sad, I'm sorry-"

"Yohoho- You're ohokay." Belos sat up and grabbed their hand, patting it. "Hahahahappy tehehears, rihihight?" The collector looked up at his face, before tackling him to lay down again, this time hugging him. Belos hit the floor with a grunt, before hesitantly wrapping his arms around the kid.

They stayed like that for a while. It was calm and peaceful. It was amazing.

[porqueamamosler]

"Livros valiosos não são companheiros - são solidões: perdemo-nos dentro deles e todas as nossas preocupações."

Philip James Bailey (1816-1902)

[saturniasxenos]

Aphrodite Themed NPT ID Pack

Hello my lovelies, inside this pack you'll find pronouns, titles, names and genders that have a connection / relation to Lady Aphrodite, love, roses, doves, beauty, the sea, and all alike.

Lady Aphrodite is the most beautiful goddess. 🩷

Us humans, nonhumans, therians, and alike are all beautiful as well. 🩷

Pronouns:

Am/Ambro/Ambrosia/Ambrosias/Ambrosiaself

Aq/Aqu/Aqua/Aquas/Aquaself

Aqua/Aquama/Aquamarine/Aquamarines/Aquamarineself

Ap/Appl/Apple/Apples/Appleself

Bea/Beaut/Beauty/Beautys/Beautyself

Co/Cora/Coral/Corals/Coralself

Cha/Char/Charm/Charms/Charmself

Do/Dov/Dove/Doves/Doveself

Fo/Foa/Foam/Foams/Foamself

Gra/Grac/Grace/Graces/Graceself

Gra/Grace/Graceful/Gracefuls/Gracefulself

Gar/Garde/Garden/Gardens/Gardenself

Hea/Hear/Heart/Hearts/Heartself

Ja/Jasmi/Jasmine/Jasmineself

Lo/Lov/Love/Loves/Loveself

Myr/Myrt/Myrtle/Myrtles/Myrtleself

Mi/Mirr/Mirror/Mirrors/Mirrorself

Moon/Moonsto/Moonstone/Moonstones/Moonstoneself

Pea/Pear/Pearl/Pearls/Pearlself

Po/Pop/Poppy/Poppys/Poppyself

Pi/Pin/Pink/Pinks/Pinkself

Pur/Purp/Purple/Purples/Purpleself

Qua/Quart/Quartz/Quartzs/Quartzself

Rose/Rosequa/Rosequartz/Rosequartzs/Rosequartzself

Ro/Ros/Rose/Roses/Roseself

Rho/Rhodon/Rhodonite/Rhodonites/Rhodoniteself

Re/Red/Reds/Reds/Redself

She/Shell/Shells/Shells/Shellself

Sea/Seashe/Seashell/Seashells/Seashellself

Se/Sea/Seas/Seas/Seaself

Spa/Sparr/Sparrow/Sparrows/Sparrowself

Swa/Swan/Swans/Swans/Swanself

Swa/Swall/Swallow/Swallows/Swallowself

Va/Vani/Vanilla/Vanillas/Vanillaself

Ve/Venu/Venus/Venuss/Venusself

🫀/🫀's

🩷/🩷's

🩵/🩵's

❤/❤'s

💚/💚's

💜/💜's

💗/💗's

❣️/❣️'s

💕/💕's

💞/💞's

🐬/🐬's

🦢/🦢's

🕊/🕊's

🌹/🌹's

🍎/🍎's

Titles:

(X) Who Is Beautiful

Devotee of Aphrodite

Rosebud

(X) Who Loves

Child of Aphrodite

Lover of Doves

Lover of Swans

Lover of The Sea

Collector of Shells

(X) Who Nurtures

Risen From The Sea

Dancing In The Rose Field

Call of The Sparrow

Call of The Dove

Protector of Swans

Protector of The Sea

Protector of Sparrows

(X) Who Loves Doves

Names:

Fem: Aziza, Ahava, Adrianna, Asherah, Amy, Amandine, Amanda, Adora, Adoration, Amorra, Amarissa, Amadea, Amara, Amy, Adelpha, Annabelle, Aimee, Brooks, Charity, Coral, Cara, Carys, Cher, Cerys, Cordelia, Darya, Elska, Eri, Esha, Esme, Freya, Halia, Ines, Ivy, Ife, Juliet, Kasumi, Kailani, Kerensa, Laguna, Libi, Love, Mila, Mai, Milena, Minna, Marina, Moana, Mabel, Mia, Nereida, Pippa, Rain, Rose, Rosie, Rosa, Suki, Sandy, Talia, Valentina, Venus, Yang,

Masc: Alon, Adrian, Agapito, Agapius, Amor, Amantius, Amato, Amias, Aziz, Adonis, Beck, Beau, Conor, Connor, Cordian, Caspian, Connelly, Corwin, Caleb, Dilan, Dewey, Desiderio, David, Dariel, Deniz, Darrell, Erasmus, Erazem, Erastus, Eros, Fenmore, Firth, Finn, Hudson, Hart, Jed, Kevan, Kevin, Kordian, Kiefer, Kaito, Liev, Lev, Leif, Lennon, Liam, Leofric, Manju, Milos, Obi, Pacificus, Philip, Romeo, Rasmus, Rhys, Rudo, Sajan, Triton, Taddai, Taddeo, Thaddeus, Valentino, Valentine,

Neu: Aroon, Arrow, Adair, Amadeus, Aire, Aiko, Amoris, Anbu, Cariad, Caro, Ceri, Caron, Glyndwr, Ingrid, Jorah, Kealoha, Keris, Kerensa, Kama, Kamaka, Ler, Maite, Mirren, Muir, Navy, Ocean, Paris, Sailor, Shui, Siran, Tutku, Vale, Vashti, Yaretzi,

Genders:

Lovememory - It could be related to having memories of love ; memories of love being a part of your identity ; memories of love from / in ones past life ; and etcetera.

Idolovea - a gender related to idols & love! Being an idol of love , a love idol , an idol who spreads love , an idol who loves , etc!

Puramour -a gender where your only purpose is to find love .

Amoncitte - A gender Related to Ones hand Intwirled on Anothers , Feather light Kisses , Gentle care , Love letters , Sweet Nothings , Cherishment , && Pure Love.

Redstringic - a gender related to the concept of the red string of fate. this gender is related to love, the concepts of soulmates ( of any type of love ), && feeling complete.

Agapelic - a gender that embodies agape: godly love, also known as the highest form of love, unconditional and boundless. this gender feels intense and may be connected to divinity, or a godly being that represents agape.

Loverlexic - a lexic gender related / connected to the word ''lover''. this gender may or may not be related to romance, that's up for the user to decide!

Loveincarnic - a gender connected to loving love and loving being a lover.

Rosweetphrasic - A gender related to the phrase "A rose by any other name would smell just as sweet."

[vini-monteiro]

★★★★☆ O livro segue a história do caçador de recompensas Rick Deckard, cujo trabalho é "aposentar" androides renegados que escaparam das colônias externas. A história é ambientada em uma Terra no futuro próximo, que sofreu os eventos de uma terceira guerra mundial cataclísmica, chamada 'World War Terminus' (abreviado para 'WWT'). A maior parte da humanidade mudou-se para colônias em outros planetas (Marte é o único a ser diretamente referenciado, mas está implícito que existem outros, e uma missão fracassada em Alpha Próxima também é mencionada). 'Os Androides Sonham com Ovelhas Elétricas?' começa lentamente. As primeiras cinquenta páginas são usadas para definir o cenário e fornecer ao leitor algum conhecimento prévio, antes de realmente entrar na história. Gostei da maneira como a história flui e aumenta gradualmente o ritmo, o autor conseguiu manter o leitor tenso, com muitas reviravoltas completamente inesperadas. Quando Rick é preso pela agência de caça de recompensas falsas, o leitor não tem ideia do que está acontecendo. Eu achava que Rick de alguma forma havia avançado no tempo, o que não poderia estar mais longe da verdade, Phillip consegue mudar um pouco as cenas monótonas, com risco de vida para Deckard, em poucas linhas. Outra coisa que achei interessante sobre 'Os Androides Sonham com Ovelhas Elétricas?' foi o fato de Phillip conseguir criar uma atmosfera civil, que está faltando em muitos outros romances de ficção científica. Ao criar uma religião falsa e um programa de televisão, ele consegue reunir uma sociedade pós-guerra realista realmente palpável. Uma das principais correntes subjacentes nos romances de Philip, até onde eu sei, é o fato dele adorar fazer a pergunta: 'O que é real? O que é falso? '. Enquanto 'Os Androides Sonham com Ovelhas Elétricas?' não leva ao extremo, como Ubik faz, ele ainda consegue atrapalhar profundamente a compreensão do leitor sobre o que está acontecendo. Embora isso possa ser visto como bom ou ruim, acho que é uma vantagem, porque é incomum e parte do clichê padrão dos romances de ficção científica e da escrita em geral, além de fazer o leitor parar e pensar mais sobre o que eles estão lendo. No entanto, nem tudo é bom com os 'Os Androides Sonham com Ovelhas Elétricas?'. Enquanto Philip responde a muitas das perguntas que ele levanta ao longo da história, ele deixa quase o mesmo número de respostas. Na minha opinião, deixar o leitor pensando no final de uma história é uma coisa boa, mas Philip leva isso longe demais. Se houvesse uma sequência, é possível que Philip pretendesse escrever uma, mas como é uma novela independente, sinto que isso prejudica bastante a história como um todo. Outra coisa que eu não gostei foi o final. Parece fora de lugar e não faz sentido para mim. Usar a religião falsa que Philip inventou como uma peça importante da trama não me convenceu. No entanto, o resto do romance compensa o final decepcionante. Minha única queixa principal é o fato de que a prosa atual não é boa. No geral, 'Os Androides Sonham com Ovelhas Elétricas?' é um livro incrivelmente profundo e complexo que contribui para uma leitura muito interessante. Na superfície, pode parecer qualquer outra aventura de ficção científica, mas Philip consegue pintar uma imagem sombria e incrivelmente realista de uma futura Terra, enquanto ainda tem personagens críveis. Além dos obstinados, eu recomendaria este romance para quem gosta de ler um livro para mais do que apenas entretenimento. De certa forma, 'Os Androides Sonham com Ovelhas Elétricas?' é realmente muito filosófico. Agora, isso é algo incomum para um romance de ficção científica! Um livro incrivelmente profundo e complexo que contribui para uma leitura muito interessante. 'Os Androides Sonham com Ovelhas Elétricas?' tive um efeito tremendo no gênero de ficção científica como um todo, qualquer fã de ficção científica deve definitivamente lê-lo.

[thatcheesyler]

How would Willow wreck him?

Uh, chaotically and skillfully, would be the short answer.

Well, first and foremost, you cannot slip 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 past this powerhouse of a witch, if Willow catches even the faintest glimpse of a reaction from Philip, he is dead, deceased if you will. I just know in my heart that she utilises every possible combination of her plant abilities to completely destroy him. Like one thick vine would be holding him in the air upside down by the ankle whilst some smaller little leaves, tendrils and flowers grow out of it, exploring every common and uncommon tklsh spot they can exploit. Meanwhile, our victim in question is uselessly flailing around like a headless chicken in order to try and evade her wrath, except he can't, because it's playfully attacking him from every side his body leans towards.

I like to think this would go on for around half an hour, maybe a little longer if Philip was being rude about it, before he either apologises for being evil (a rare sighting), or Willow sees him go kind of limp with exhaustion.

Oh and some of the main cast 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 have gathered around with a bowl of popcorn to enjoy the show, even Willow occasionally snatching a few pieces. Wrecking your enemy with excessive plant magic 𝘤𝘢𝘯 be tiring, after all.

[gaybananabread]

OH MY TITANN!!!

EEEE!!

The Evelyn headcanons were so damn cute!!

Can we please get Lee and Ler Caleb headcanons?

Have a nice day! 🫶🏻

🌟~Caleb Tkl Headcanons~🪶

~Aww thank you! Of course, I've been meaning to give the og string-bean some attention. He deserves to smile (⁠〒⁠﹏⁠〒⁠). Working through my reqs one at a time, oldest to newest. Promise I'm not ignoring y’all, I've got a system. Thank you for the request!~

General:

I think we can all agree that this boy is mostly lee.

With Evelyn, however, he gets a bit bolder and wants to see her smile.

So I'm gonna go lee-leaning switch. Mostly wants to get got, but can leave his girl a giggly mess.

I don't see him and Philip really getting into these fights often, though Caleb’s bro definitely taught him where his worst spots were.

Really only feels like sharing his liking of this with Evelyn.

Lee:

Gets lee moods pretty frequently. Lucky for him, he's got a certain magic user to help him out.

SUPER wiggly lil guy. Kicks his feet, flaps his arms, squirms like there's not tomorrow.

If you think you can handle it, watch for flailing limbs. If not (good choice), it'd be smart to pin him first.

I imagine he's got a decently higher voice than his brother (think Ethan Nestor)

Bright, bubbly giggles and almost childish laughter. Boy's got so many squeak spots, it's adorable (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

Worst spots are his feet and knees. Loud, snort-filled laughter if you manage to get him there. Careful, though: he kicks.

Melt spot would have to be his neck.

He adores tickly little kisses there from a certain witch. Some wiggly fingers wouldn't hurt, either.

Since he met Evelyn, he learned that he actually enjoys being tickled quite a bit. It's a fun way to bond, and it's fun to just relax and let his walls down around someone.

Ler:

When he feels like seeing his love smile, this boy gets disastrous ler moods.

By disastrous, I mean he gets stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Loves seeing Evelyn smile and laugh, but it flusters the heck out of him.

If his lee asks for more or says something like “Don't stop!”, he's done for.

Definitely a soft ler. Only goes in harder if specifically asked, and even then he holds back. Boyo doesn't wanna make anyone uncomfortable.

Likes giving tickle hugs/cuddles. Don't be surprised if he comes up behind you and starts squeezing your sides or teasing your neck.

Pretty much only tickles Evelyn, though he'd be comfortable doing it to people he knows decently well.

Masterful aftercare. Long cuddles, little praises, snacks and more.

He's got a special way to make hot cocoa, though he refuses to share his secret. It's well worth the giggle-fest to drink some afterwards.

[sobreiromecanico]

Leituras da Semana [#38 / 28 Out 2024)

(a testar um novo formato para isto)

Vale sempre a pena ler ou ouvir Alan Moore, e neste ponto (como em tantos outros...) ele tem toda a razão quanto ao estado da arte dos fandoms; ainda há umas semanas trouxe esse tema aqui ao blogue, a propósito de outros casos. Mas o artigo de Moore traz uma perspectiva especialmente interessante:

And while the vulgar comic story was originally proffered solely to the working classes, soaring retail prices had precluded any audience save the more affluent; had gentrified a previously bustling and lively cultural slum neighbourhood. This boost in fandom’s age and status possibly explains its current sense of privilege, its tendency to carp and cavil rather than contribute or create.

É a comercialização e consumerização do fandom, que de um modo geral deixou de se referir a grupos de entusiastas para com alguma coisa - banda desenhada, ficção científica, jogos, etc , para se passar a referir a consumidores de alguma coisa. Para as marcas, isto foi brilhante: encontraram imensa gente disponível para promover os seus produtos de borla, e encontraram um fluxo de receitas constantes para produtos derivativos artificialmente escassos, feitos para alimentar o fear of missing out. Se isto tem sido bom para os fandoms em si... tenho cada vez mais dúvidas. Um olhar de relance para o que as Comic-Cons são hoje não ajuda.

Leio esta excelente reportagem de David Bernardino sobre a edição portuguesa do Tribeca Festival - anunciado com pompa e circunstância - e sinto-me transportado para aquele icónico capítulo do hipódromo em Os Maias. Em pouco mais de um século mudámos tanto, e ao mesmo tempo tão pouco.

(o artigo merece ser lido, apesar de em vários momentos induzir imensa vergonha alheia no leitor; fica o trigger warning)

Não me passa exactamente pela cabeça ir ao sótão lá de casa ver se a velha e pesadíssima televisão CRT Philips de 1989 ainda funciona, e se lhe é possível ligar a minha Playstation original para jogar Resident Evil 2 ou Wipeout 3 tal como se jogava nos anos 90. Nem por isso, porém, deixo de apreciar imenso esta reportagem de Aidan Moher sobre um cantinho muito particular do retro gaming. E sobretudo por ver nele um esforço de preservação tanto dos videojogos como de uma tecnologia que, tendo caído em desuso e estando praticamente extinta, tem os seus méritos e o seu charme.

[starlightglimglam27666]

Disney Prince Ticklish Headcanons

SKIP

Charming

Very ticklish

Gets tickled a lot by Cinderella

The mice tickle him a lot too

He likes being tickled and would verbally ask for tickles

Joins Cinderella in tickling her mice

Very good ler

He is merciful and will stop when his lee asks

Philip

Pretty ticklish but would try forever to keep it hidden

There's a 50/50 chance he'll be happy with Aurora tickling him

Whether she respects his boundaries or moy, he just lays there and takes it

He does enjoy tickling her though

He loves the sound of her laughter and would do anything to hear it

He won't go over boundaries and will ask if he went too far afterwards

Eric

Oh he's a total lee

He likes being tickled by Ariel, but only when no one is around

He tickles her on a regular basis

He loves the sound of her laughter and would do anything to hear it

He loves to tease

Adam

He's not ticklish, at all

But that doesn't mean he won't tickle

He does this to Belle so she could get the experience

He tickles his servants on a daily basis

He respects boundaries

He can be merciless

Aladdin

Ticklish tummy? Ticklish tummy

Very much a lee

Abu used to tickle him all the time

Jasmine likes to see him happy so she tickles him a lot

Genie and Carpet also tickle him a lot

He likes being tickled gently

He tickles Jasmine on occasion

He respects boundaries

Naveen

A total lee at most

He can barely finish his own sentences before bursting into uncontrollable laughter

His stomach is extremely feather sensitive

Tiana started to tickle him often when she found out that he was ticklish

She would tickle him a lot when they were frogs

"Being a frog doesn't stop you from being ticklish"

Always begs for mercy

He'll admit to being ticklish

Just teasing gets him

Eugene Fitzherbert (Flynn Rider)

Very ticklish

He secretly loves it, but would never admit it

Ever since Rapunzel's hair grew back, she would tie him down with it and go to town on him

He would retaliate by tying her up with her own hair

He likes to see her happy

After he was pardoned, the guards would act all silly with him, which Rapunzel finds amusing

Kristoff

Not ticklish

He would tickle Anna every so often to hear her laughter

He loves to tease

Sven and Olaf would watch with amusement

He laughs along with his lee

He occasionally tickles Elsa

[filapi]

Jim Keller - Mistakes

John Lee Hooker, Kraftwerk ile karantinaya girseydi ne elde ederdiniz? Jim Keller’ın endüstriyel blues ve endüstriyel tehdit karışımı, "Don’t Get Me Started", pandemi için kesin şarkı olabilir. Keller, yıllar önce San Francisco grubu Tommy Tutone’un bir parçası olarak, 80’ler radyosunu dinlenebilir kılan klasik bir power pop parçası olan "867-5309" ("Jenny Jenny") parçasını ortaklaşa yazıp seslendirdiğinde dikkat çekmişti. New York’a göç ettikten sonra çiti atladı, Philip Glass’ın yayıncılık şirketini yönetti ve Glass’ın kariyerinin yönetimini Dunvagen Music’in direktörü olarak üstlendi. Keller, 2005’te kayıt yapmaya ve performans sergilemeye geri döndü ve zaman, viski ve vaatlerle yaşlanan bir sesle, Tom Petty’nin terapisti olabilecek birinin sesine sahipti. Bugüne kadar Sunshine In My Pocket (2005), Soul Candy (2011) ve Heaven Can Wait (2014) olmak üzere üç solo albüm yaptı. Müzik sektöründe kült bir figür olan Keller'ın New York'taki Lakeside Lounge ve The Rockwood Music Hall'daki konserleri efsanevidir. Şehrin en iyi müzisyenleri onunla sahnede olmasa bile, seyirciler arasındaydılar, şarkı söyler, çalar, sizi daha düşük bir kasabada hapse attıracak türden gürültü yaparlardı. By No Means, uzun zamandır birlikte çalıştığı Byron Isaacs (The Lumineers, Levon Helm) ile yazıldı, Mitchell Froom (Los Lobos, Crowded House, Randy Newman) tarafından üretildi ve Los Lobos'tan David Hidalgo'nun gitarıyla desteklendi. Sizi bağlayan ifade, sinsi ve her şeyi bilen ama yine de her şeye değecek, tüm bu çılgın karmaşaya anlam kazandırabilecek o sırrın söylenmesini bekleyen.

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Bucky and Reader: Found Family (Switch! Reader and Bucky)

Bucky, Sam, and Peter (Lee! Peter, Ler! Bucky and Sam)

Upgrades (Lee! Peter 1, Ler! Tony)

Bedtime Tricks (Lee! Peter, Ler! Irondad)

Sebastian Stan and Reader (Lee! Reader, Ler! Sebastian)

Andrew Garfield and Reader (Lee! Reader, Ler! Andrew)

Ironfamily: Tickle Monster Vacay (Lee! Morgan, Ler! Tony, Switch! Peter 1 and Harley)

Caught in a Web (Lee! Peter, Ler! Tony Stark)

Ticklish Understanding (Lee! Philip, Ler! PT Barnum)

Rise and Shine (Lee! Peter, Ler! Tony)

Marc and Reader (Lee! Reader, Ler! Marc)

Attention (Lee! Tony, Ler! Peter)

The Breakfast Fate (Lee! Peter, Ler! Tony)

Movie Shenanigans (Lee! Tom, Ler! Andrew and Tobey)

Until We Get It Right (Lee! Tom, Ler! Andrew and Tobey)

Trying Out Tickles (Lee! Merlin, Ler! Arthur)

[7seasalcyon]

My precious boy, Philoktetes Philip Leander (also known as Phil Ler). A shabby, ridiculously lucky, incurable gambler, bastard of a newly Awakened mage in denial. My character in a Mage the Ascension game I used to play in, led by the incredible @zestybob ~!!

[oraetc]

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