#tree’s frens

[theoncelee]

How are you today?

I’m okay,, getting a blood test rn so that stinks. Hbu?

[theoncelee]

Alright guys. It’s ramble time.

Okay so I got tworded yesterday. Like properly. For the first time in many years. And HOLY FUCKING SHIT. Guys. Fam. It was so bad. Had me curled up on the fucking floor questioning my life decisions. Man. It was so playful and silly and fun and just. Agh. Man. And the teases?? Deceased. Who taught my bestie to tease like that WTF. My best friend is great. I love that I can waste 6 hours watching anime and being silly with them and barely notice the time disappearing. Best friend if you happen to be reading this, you’re great 👍.

The fact that they’re not even in the community. And not only do they not judge me for it. They’ve let it become a silly part of our friendship. They’re so great for that. Seriously. Makes me feel so cared about holy shit akskdkdjdksk shout out to my bestie.

But also serious question. HOW DO YOU MAKE LEE MOODS GO AWAY. I thought the solution to them was to get tworded. But I’ve been tworded and it made the lee mood infinitely worse. wtf. It’s the next day and I’m still in the trenches of lee mood. THIS ISNT HOW THIS IS SUPPOSED TO WORK. ARGH. someone please give me answers I need them.

[theoncelee]

Honest

Banter from the lee’s perspective, because I decided someone deserved a taste of his own medicine. Debated posting this for a while but I decided eh why not. Enjoy? I hope.

If you happen to be my cousin uhhhhh maybe don’t read this one

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You. I love talking to you. You make me so soft lee and I can’t explain it. I know you’re a month younger than me but I get such comforting older brother vibes from you and it just makes me so soft idk man. I usually gravitate towards being a little shit but with you I just can’t help but tell the truth.

Yeah. I love being teased by you. And I will want you to know it. So what. I want you to know how much I’m having fun.

“Can I tickle you?” The request catches me a bit off guard. And of course I want you to tickle me. I love being tickled by you. And as much as I want to deny deny deny and provoke provoke provoke and poke every bear in a 50 mile radius to see where it gets me, I can’t force the lie out. I don’t know what kind of tickly truth serum spills from your lips but I just can’t lie to you. So I respond “yes please, tickle monster :)”. I adore how flustered you get when I respond honestly like that. I revel in how caught off guard you get from just that small answer. Awww. I love when you get flustered as a ler. It’s adorable. I love even more that I was the one to cause that reaction. That you’re all flustered and blushy because you want to tickle ME. I take advantage of the moment you take to process to just lay myself down on your lap, slightly lift my shirt, maybe place my hands behind my head. I know it won’t take long, you teasy little shit. I know I won’t have long before you make me start giggling. But that’s the fun of it all, isn’t it? It’s always all a game. My favorite game to play with you. And I always have fun. And I know you do too. It’s the silliness of this game we play almost more than the teasing that makes me giggle. You get even more flustered because your ler mood gets worse from just me laughing, which is probably the cutest thing in the entire world. I almost awwe audibly at you because I just can’t help it. But then you start tickling me and my teasy little persona melts away. It starts with pokes, each one not too bad, seeming endurable, but together building into a crazy tickle that drives me out of my mind. My skin feels too loose, like I can squirm around in it; but too tight at the same time, like I’m trapped and can’t escape. Not that I really am trapped nor that I’d ever want to escape. It’s maddening. To want out so so bad but at the same time NEEDING it to continue. Somehow, you end up pinning me and straddling my waist, the ticklish alarm bells ringing from my tummy with an intensity I’ve never experienced before. I stop being able to identify each tickle as an individual sensation and it all becomes a crazy buzz, a constant hum of static that tickles, it tickles, it fucking tickles. I can’t form any thoughts, let alone words, my mind too encompassed by the overwhelming sensation assaulting my nervous system. Until the havoc slightly slows and I’m able to speak and protest again, not that any protest is ever real. I love this.

“WAHAHAHAIT NOHO” “I’m not a waiter, I’m a cashier, this is a Wendy’s sir” “NOHO IHITS A MCDOHONAHAHALDS” “explains why you’re loving this” “SHUHUT UHUHUHUP” “BUT I HAVENT TAKEN YOUR ORDER”. I try to force out “then why are you already dishing it out?” but you start tickling faster so I struggle to give my reply. I try anyways though of course, I need to be a little shit by all means necessary. Besides, it’s not as though you don’t enjoy the banter. I know you do. I wouldn’t do it if you didn’t. My last thought is a soft one, about how much fun this game is, with you, before my mind is once again completely overtaken by the insanity inducing sensation on my tummy. It feels like it goes on forever, until suddenly it ceases. Like a rock concert paused mid guitar solo and replaced by a silent, padded room; the only sound the buzz of electricity in the overheard lights. For several seconds I can’t be sure whether you’ve stopped tickling, until I feel your hands on my wrists. I have two wrists, which means that’s two hands, so you probably aren’t still tickling me. Although in this state I can’t fully eliminate the possibility that you’ve grown a secret third hand. You must be able to see my dazed confusion, because you shrug and chuckle, “Feeling a bit peckish.” My eyes widen; I know what that means. And I know I can’t take it. My body somehow revives the energy to struggle and squirm, but it’s nowhere near enough to break loose, especially not with my exhaustion. Not that I actually want to escape of course. I can’t take it. I know I can’t. And yet I will. Because your head is dipping down, seemingly in slow motion and it’s coming, it’s coming, I’m gonna die gonna die gonna die gonna SHIT

Feeling the light little nips is somehow SO MUCH WORSE than the torment I’ve already endured and I immediately lose it. I throw my head back, lost high in the clouds of ticklishness, unable to process…anything. I can’t feel the ground under me, nor you above. I’m floating in an abyss, a void, where the only sensation I register, the only sensation I can feel, is the insane surge of ticklish energy pouring from my tummy. I vaguely hear the distinct sounds of “OM NOM NOM” in the distance and if I could laugh any harder, I would just at the pure silliness of it all. The silliness further escalates as you adopt a voice which I miraculously identify as cookie monster’s, only you say “giggles” instead of cookies. Which is just so incredibly silly I almost roll my eyes, but I can’t hide the way my blush deepens and my squirming increases from the flusteredness. I have no idea how long you’ve been tickling me but it feels like it’s been forever. I don’t remember what I had been doing before you started tickling me, I’m not even fully sure what day it is anymore. All I know is how happy I am, how happy you’ve made me. How safe I feel. I catch my breath, and smile. This time not at all because of the tickling. That’s just how much fun I’m having. Then the tickling starts again, and I shriek in excitement, and I don’t even care if you notice. Why wouldn’t I want you to know how much fun I have being tickled by you? Why wouldn’t I want you to receive that positive feedback? You tease for a bit, using that evil voice that you know gets me every time, and I just absolutely die. I melt, right there where I’m laying, becoming one with the floor and fusing with the rug. The tickling ramps up somehow even MORE, which I hadn’t thought was possible but somehow it is and oh god oh god oh god-

And you lapse into silence. And somehow it feels natural. It feels right. Just two friends, being silly and playing this game with each other.

A long while later, because I never asked you to stop (how could I?) the unbearable sensation finally pulls away. I’m still giggling, shaking, and just trying to comprehend….anything. It’s at this moment I’m probably most honest of all. Completely tickled out, curled up on the floor, just letting myself feel your gentle hands slowly grounding me back to reality, the tears I hadn’t even realized I’d been crying being wiped away. I blink and find myself in a hug and I hug back with all my might. Because I had so much fun. I can’t find the voice to say “thank you” so I just squeeze and hope you get the message. My favorite tickle monster. My friend.

love ya too, dork

[theoncelee]

@twordishdragon happy Wednesday

happy wednesday to all my fellow aroace folks

[mitzi-moo]

Who needs to go on a safari when you got giraffes at home 😂

[surebabyholdback]

[snazzyladreal]

the flakiest flakes that flaking flake’d

Cause you know, the other interest has to show up at least once

I like the sweater they normally have, I think it’s cute in the human/gijinka designs

[theoncelee]

SO REAL. One of these days we will meet in person and finally get to hug 😞

@thetickleedemon @tikalee

Yall are so cool and I feel like I never actually talk to yall cause we’re never online at the same time

themes commonly found in international friendships

- ‘u dont have (insert food/music/restaurant here) over there??’ - ‘wait what time is it. shouldnt u be asleep’ - alternatively: timezoned/clockblocked again - ‘do u need a hug. have a virtual hug’ - weird slang terms - ‘i will fight everyone thats mean to u. i will fight them rn’ - vague embarrassment regarding ur accent - ‘dont maKE ME COME OVER THERE’ - ‘oh yeah i have a friend who lives in (insert country here) and apparently’ - no real hugs :(( - suffering - fahrenheit vs celsius - the measuring of things in feet fucks one of u up, probably

[nostalgia-tblr]

further loki s2 bitching (skip if u wanna)

Loki S2 either forgot about the variants concept or ditched it as too likely to draw the audience's attention to Sylvie-as-a-Loki and either way the variant stuff was MY FAVOURITE PART so thanks for that guys :|

[theoncelee]

Ohhh treeee~

Imma get your tummy and sides while i trap you in a huugg using your hoodie pocket just to add on to make sure u cant get awayy~

WHATWHATWHATWHATWHAT???

RAY I SWEAR TO GAWWD

Thanks for the lee mood??? Help???????

AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!

[proteidaes]

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[slavicgerman]

[mitzi-moo]

Spotted a sheep 🐑

[theoncelee]

Absolutely. Your pfp IS you actually

[ellaintrigue]

[jinx-blackout-84]

Yellow and orange are the worst colors for anything other then Halloween. If I see anything, especially cars, with that color I want to rip out my eyes and jump off a bridge

Tree it's okay that you don't like yellow. We know you're emo. It's okay that you favorite colors are Blood And Suffering Red, Insomnia Navy, and Mental Illness Weighted Blanket Grey.