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guy-busleeness · 2 months

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LEE!CLAUS HCS.

- His worst spots are his stomach, hands, hips, and where his chin would be

- He makes a ticking noise that the others call squeaks

- Imagine Talking Ben’s laugh but more high pitched (and British)

- His first reaction to getting tickled is to grab the ler’s wrists

- Definitely got his shit abso-fucking-lutely W R E C K E D by Andy after his little “Care for an apple?” Thing

- He also gets wrecked by Felix and pretty much anyone if he’s being too uptight (or grumpy)

- His main lers are Melody and Felix

- Melody wrecked him for his fuckin “Perhaps you should learn to live a little!” Comment

- He tries keeping his laughter in at first by biting his lip or covering his mouth but once you hear lil “tick.. tick.. tick..” you already know he’s absolutely S T R U G G L I N G to keep it in

- Cannot take being teased for the life of him

Ex:

“Jeez old timey, are you laughing or are you about to explode? Cuz I can’t tell which one… hmm.. maybe it’s both”

“FEHELIHIHIHIHIHIHIX!! STAHAHAP-! (*insert lil ticking sounds*)”

“Hmm… maybe you are gonna explode.. what if I try this spot?” *hip squeeze*

“GEEHEHEHEHE-!!? FEHEHELIX NOHOHOHOHO! *snort* UHUNHAHAHAND MHEHEHEHEHE!!”

“Unhand you? Tch! Haven’t heard that phrase for a while”

“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHP!! HOW ARE YOU EHEVEN REACHING ANYTHIHIHIHIHING-?!”

“Are you saying I’m short? Well, that’s not very nice is it Claus? Huh… maybe I shouldn’t be nice either”

#sfw twords #lee!claus #ler!felix #andy’s apple farm tickles #tickle hcs

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genderbinaryisforlosers · 5 months

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it's christmas please watch this make some noise bit that i think about at least once a week

(Dropout's Make Some Noise, season 1 episode 8, feat. Ruha Taslimi and Oscar Montoya)

#ruha taslimi #oscar montoya #dropout #make some noise #brennan lee mulligan #sam reich #christmas #santa's reindeer #santa claus #videos #undescribed

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artverso · 5 months

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Jim Lee - Batman & Catwoman in "Santa Claus Silent Night"

#jim lee #santa claus silent night

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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Santa ari and reader at night fondeuing then the elves have a mini peep session hahaha

🎄christmas masterlist🎄

summary - ari splits you open with his cock, not knowing his little helpers are enjoying a free show.

warning - smut, voyeurism.

the headers I use aren't mine.

“That’s right, baby. Take my cock. Go on.” Ari deepens his thrusts, watching his cock slide in and out of your used, puffy cunt. “Doing so good, taking me so well!” His eyes roll up to your face, grinning at the sight of your drooling mouth and the dazed look in your eyes. “You like taking my cock, baby? Like when I split you open?”

You babble, your nails digging into his flesh as your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your head is bobbing up and down as he pounds into your fucked out hole. “S–so good!” Your back arches off of the bed, mewls escaping you.

Jake pushes Ransom out of the way, “Let me see! I wanna see!” He grumbles, the other elves protesting as well. All eight of them are peering from behind the cracked door, watching their boss split you open. “Oh damn, he’s destroying my honey pot.” Jake’s arms cross over his chest, grumbling as he continues to watch, a small pout on his face.

“Oh, shut it! I could’ve done better than him!” Lee proudly states, the others snickering. “What?! I could!”

Lloyd huffs. “Yeah, right. I actually did better than all of you!”

Curtis chuckles, “I bet he’s never had her suck him off before like she did me!”

Ransom groans, “Can all of you shut up?! I can’t hear her.”

Frank’s brows furrow, “Can’t hear her? The whole of the North Pole can hear her?”

Steve smiles in happiness. “She sounds so pretty! I’m so glad she’s happy! And you know what this means? She’ll make us pancakes in the morning!”

Johnny sneakily walks back to them. The knickers Ari slung off of your body are being dragged behind him. “What are we talking about?”

The rest of the elves look at him, confused. “When the hell did you leave? How the hell did you even get those?”

Johnny shrugs, “What? They're distracted and wouldn’t even notice if we all climbed onto the bed at this point. Plus, I needed a new pair, and the others are losing their scent.”

thank you for reading!

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yallmakemyassitch · 1 year

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Can you draw Peter wrecking the UNDEAD SOUL out of Andy? Along with giving his belly raspberries?

//Intense tickles, torture (gotta add these since it's pretty uhH- extreme, wanted to keep up Peter's character of someone sinister and omnipotent, so why not make Andy laugh till his voice is raw?)

Enjoy! I certainly had a killer time drawing these (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

A dead soul's dystopia ☠️

gave peter eyelashes cuz he's a pretty boy

#aaf tickling #lee andy #ler peter #claus the clock #margaret the mole #cw torture #melody the moon #felix the fish #andys apple farm #my art #ask answered #intense tickles #<- pretty heavily implied after the events of the comic #thomas you idiot now you have to laugh for all eternity 🙄

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interretialia · 5 months

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In Diem Natalem Christi draconem cupio!

Cupe aliquid quod re vera dari potest!

Fiat, amiculum cupio!

Quo colore draconem tuum esse cupis?

Rubro.

For Christmas I want a dragon!

Be realistic!

Okay, I want a boyfriend!

What color do you want your dragon?

Red.

(Versio Anglica.)

#For Christmas I Want A Dragon!#illustratedtextposts #tumblr #mama-het #melethninn #christmas #santa claus #twitter #dami lee #latin #latin language #latin translation #lingua latina #latin fandom #latin meme #latin memes #meme #memes #tagamemnon

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trashyswitch · 5 months

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A Tickly Christmas Tradition

William comes home from work, to the house completely empty. Where is everyone? Suddenly, William's captured and...Tickled?! What in the world is going on?!

For a little christmas treat, I made a FNAF game fanfic. This prompt was actually an idea in a discord server that I was in last year. It was a funny idea brought up by @anxious-lee-ler...back in 2022. Specifically Dec. 14, 2022. Sorry it took forever for this one to be made. But despite that, I hope you enjoy! Merry Christmas Eve!

“Guys! I’m home!” William yelled as he put his bag down at the door. He took off his jacket and his work shoes, before walking past the living room into the kitchen. He looked around the house, and noticed that the house was practically empty. “...Hello?” He looked in the kitchen some more, and checked the bathroom. “Hellooooo?” He called.

He walked up the stairs to the bedrooms, wondering if anybody was napping, or playing in their room. But when he looked in the kids’ rooms, he found them messy, but completely empty. He looked in the room he shared with his wife, and found it was vacant as well. Weird…

He went down the stairs, and called for them one more time. “Hellooooo?” He yelled. “MICHAEL? ELIZABETH?! CHRIS?!” He called. But he stopped as he stood in the middle of the kitchen. He couldn’t find his family anywhere! And it made no sense! Their second car was here! How could the car be here, but his family be completely gone?!

Suddenly, someone grabbed him underneath the arms and pulled him away.

“AH! LET ME GO!” William shouted. Someone else wrapped a tie around his eyes and upper nose. “HEY-” he reacted, trying to remove the eye cover. But as he struggled strong and hard within the arms of the stranger, William felt someone…tickling his sides and ribs?! “ST-STOHOP- WHOHO IHIHIS THIHIHIHIS!?” he asked, trying to feel around for anyone who might’ve been standing there nearby. He could quickly tell that the tickling fingers were small, nimble fingers…almost from a little kid!

“Don’t worry, Dad. It’s us.” Michael told him, poking his fingers in his belly button.

He could feel his fears slowly diminishing. Though he was thankful this was his family, he was still left incredibly confused by their actions. Why was someone tickling him?! Who was holding onto him? And WHY?! Suddenly, his legs were picked up by someone. “Whahait- Whahahat ahare yohohohou dohohohoihihing?” William asked, waving his hands around.

“Taking you to the living room.” His wife told him. “We’re creating a new Christmas tradition that I think you’ll love too.” She told him.

“Whahahat ihihis ihihihit?” William asked.

“You’ll find out in a few minutes.” Elizabeth told her father before grabbing the lights from the decoration bin.

William felt as his body was wrapped in rope that sounded suspiciously like Christmas lights. His gelled hair was ruined with what felt like a Santa hat followed by a…headband??? And weirdly enough, his shirt was unbuttoned followed by his socks being taken off.

The confusion that filled Afton’s mind was overwhelming. NOW what was his family up to?! Why were they tying him up?! Why was he wearing a Christmas hat?! And how was a Christmas tradition that involved him being tied up, supposed to be fun for him?!

“Not close to his face, Chris.” Mrs. Afton told someone.

He could feel something being sprinkled onto him. He couldn’t for the life of him, figure out what it was! It felt strange on his belly. Whatever it was, it sounded like it came out of a pepper shaker of some sort. Were they dumping sprinkles onto him?! No, wait…sprinkles would be slightly heavier than this. This stuff felt completely weightless. What is it?!

“Okay. Take off the blindfold, Liz.” His wife said.

Elizabeth nodded and removed it from his face. “There!”

William squeezed his eyes shut as the bright light filled his eyes. Squinting, he looked in front of him, and found his 4 members of his family standing in his field of vision and stretching their arms out excitedly.

“SURPRISE!” They all said in unison to William.

William widened his eyes and looked down at his body. Right away, he got all his answers. He was right! He really WAS wrapped in Christmas lights! And he did have a Santa hat, with a headband! Only…this headband had a yellow, glittery star hanging down in front of his face. And if there weren’t lights covering his shirt and pants, then there was most definitely glitter. Wait…the sprinkly things he felt were glitter?! A bit of yellow glitter that came from the felt star on his head, and bright green glitter absolutely everywhere else.

William was mortified. “What in the- Why is there so much glitter?!” William asked, more shocked than angry by this point.

Elizabeth giggled as she held 5 empty glitter bottles in her hands. “Oh…No reason, papa.” Elizabeth said with a shit-eating grin on her face. William groaned in annoyance. Elizabeth only ever called him ‘papa’ when she was in a mischievous mood. Who the heck thought it would be a good idea to give Elizabeth the glitter?!

And then to make matters worse, Chris was giggling right beside him and STILL shaking the rest of the green glitter onto his lower leg.

“Okay, okay…I think it’s empty, Chris.” Mrs. Afton told her youngest.

Chris nodded and pulled the other empty glitter bottles out of his pockets. Chris had 5 glitter bottles as well! His two youngest children had managed to use 10 separate 16 oz. bottles of glitter on their father!!

That was- like- 20 cups of glitter!!

“Oh……my god…” William muttered aloud.

Elizabeth giggled. “Did we overdo it?” She asked.

Michael laughed. “Nope. In my opinion, he needs more.” Michael joked, pulling yet ANOTHER 16 oz. glitter bottle of his own out of his pocket.

“NO-” Mrs. Afton took Michael’s bottle. “10 full bottles is plenty enough.” She said, placing it aside.

William looked at the glitter, and blew a puff of air…and the extra layers of glitter blew with the air, over to his crazy family! Mrs. Afton and Elizabeth squealed and covered up their faces to prevent themselves from getting covered. Chris opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue to catch the glitter on his tongue like they were snowflakes, while Michael closed his brother’s mouth and gave him a stern look. “Don’t eat the glitter.” He ordered his brother.

“You are all gonna clean this whole mess afterwards. And I am NOT. HELPING.” William warned, shooting his wife a hairy eyeball expression.

Mrs. Afton was unphased by his threatening look. She was almost awaiting the look, just so she could say her wonderful comeback. “Oh, don’t worry. We’ll clean it up while watching the video recordings of you laughing your head off on the TV.” his wife told him, hinting at his demise.

Laughing his head off- What?!

“What do you mean ‘laughing your-’?!” William widened his eyes as he saw their youngest child, holding feathers in his hand. William widened his eyes and quickly remembered that his shirt was unbuttoned. “...Oh no…” he muttered. He quickly remembered that his socks were off too! “OH NO!” He curled his toes, suddenly fearful.

“Now do you understand what we’re cooking?” Mrs. Afton asked with a smirk.

William stuttered in shock for a second, before narrowing his eyes at his wife and kids. “Don’t you dare…Don’t you ffffff-” He quickly changed his word. “-Ffffffreaking dare…” He warned.

“Ooooh, you’re lucky.” Mrs. Afton reacted, before bringing her fingers closer to his belly. “Cause if you swore…we would’ve made sure you REALLY regretted it.” She told him.

William yelped and wiggled around, trying to get his belly away from her fingers. “D-Don’t! Why are you doing this?!” He asked, a small wobbly smile building on his face.

“Because it’s fun!” She told him before touching his belly. Just her little nails’ touch was enough to make the hairs on his arms stand on edge. “Plus, I know you’re gonna like this~” She told him, before dancing her fingers all over his belly.

William jumped and winced, trying not to laugh right away. If they were going to make him laugh, he was going to make it a challenge. His family was going to have to work hard to get him to laugh like they want. If they were planning on playing games with him, he was going to play too.

“Ooooh, holding out on us?” His wife asked before looking at Michael. “Get your hands ready. We might need you to help break your father’s walls down.” She told her eldest son.

Michael nodded his head and readied his fingers on his upper ribs. “Ready, Mom.” Michael replied.

“You’re not gonna go for his armpits?” She asked.

“Nah. His armpits kinda stink.” Michael replied rather bluntly with a chuckle, waving his hand close to his nose for extra humorous effect.

“Sh-Shutup!” William spat through his teeth.

She laughed at her kid’s bluntness. “It’s not gonna get any better, Michael.” She teased playfully to her son. “But, you do whatever you want.” She said, before winking at him.

Michael smirked at the wink. That was his cue to start. “Yeah. I will.” He replied proudly, before immediately starting to skitter and scratch at his father’s upper-to-middle ribs.

“NonONO-” William squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head as the biggest wobbly smile they had ever seen on the father and husband had filled his face. He was visibly straining to not laugh. Apparently, it wasn’t just his armpits and belly that were ticklish. It actually looked like his upper ribs were just as bad, if not more ticklish than his armpits! And it appeared that Michael knew this all too well.

“I wanna tickle his stinky feet!” Elizabeth teased as she ran up and picked up her Dad’s foot.

“NO! Leavemyfeeheetalooone!” He grunted and protested through his teeth.

Mrs. Afton laughed. “Sure, go ahead!” She replied. “Hey Chris?” She said, looking over at her youngest. “You sure you don’t want to join?” She asked. “You can prop up the camera and join in, if you want.” She encouraged him.

But Chris shook his head and walked the camera closer to his Dad. “Mhm! I’m recording Daddy’s girl laugh!” He told his Mom.

She laughed at her youngest’s reply. “Just keep the camera steady, alright?” She told him.

“Yup!” He replied, popping the P.

William could feel his lungs starting to fail him a lot faster than he was expecting. He knew growing older usually affected one's body…but his lungs too!? What a terrible time to figure this out!

Soon, little titters and hisses started to exit through his wobbly grin. Mrs. Afton lit up upon hearing that. “We’re close! Liz, go for his toes!” She told her daughter.

Elizabeth quickly separated the big toe and 2nd toe, before sliding the feather back and forth in between his toes. “Coochy coochy coo, Daddy!” She declared.

William finally broke out in strong, high-pitched laughter. His laughter was so unlike his body frame! And his family was well aware of this fact. “BWAHAHAHAHA! AAAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOHOP!” He pleaded.

“Okay, stop!” She ordered her tickling kids. Michael and Elizabeth removed their hands from their respective spots, while Mrs. Afton did the same thing. No one was tickling him, yet his laughter was still quite heavy and strong. But just as fast as it broke out, the laughter seemed to calm down into giggles, before turning into breathlessness mixed with chuckles.

“Yohohou guhuhuys…” He muttered a little bit.

“Okay…” Mrs. Afton made a signal…and with this signal, came an eruption of squeals and laughter.

“eeEEHEEK! WAHAIT- NOHoho! Lihihiz!” William yelled and laughed.

Elizabeth smiled and opened his toes with her index and middle finger, before fluttering the feather very gently into his toe crevice. “Tickle tickle!” She teased.

“How did you learn to do that?” Mrs. Afton asked her daughter.

“Michael! He taught me!” Liz told her Mom.

Michael chuckled awkwardly. “Well…I may have tried it on her a few times…” He admitted.

“I see~” She replied. “And where did you learn it, Michael?” She asked next.

“.....Dad.” Michael replied with a laugh.

Mrs. Afton bursted out in laughter. “Is that so?!” She reacted. “Having any regrets yet, Will?” She asked her husband.

William nodded his head “YEHEhehehes!” He replied.

“Alright. Liz, let’s give your brother a turn to tickle.” She told Elizabeth.

Elizabeth nodded her head and removed the feather, earning her a high-pitched squeak.

William’s eyes widened the moment the feather flew out of his toes. It tickled SO MUCH MORE than Liz’s see-sawing EVER did! “eEEHEEK!” He went limp in the chair. “Ohoh gohosh…” He muttered, shaking his head.

Michael skittered his fingers on his ribs. “Tell me, Dad:” He started tickling in between the ribs for a bit. “How bad does this tickle?” Michael asked.

William jumped and snorted, leaning his head back and giggling in a somewhat girly way. “EEheeheeheehee! Prehehehetty bahahad!” William admitted.

“Okay…” He quickly switched to tickling each and every individual rib. “What about this? Is this better? Or worse?” Michael asked curiously.

William gasped and cackled, shaking his head left and right and throwing the bouncing felt star all over the place. “aAAHAHAHA! NOHOT THAT! IHIHIT’S WOHOHORRRSE!” He shouted.

“Oh god!” Michael reacted. “It’s really that bad?!” He asked, tickling the individual middle ribs.

“YEHESYESYEHEHEHESS! PLEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOHOP!” William pleaded.

“Alright, alright.” Michael switched to tickling between the middle ribs once more. “I’ll do this instead.” He told him.

William snorted and started giggling in the high-pitched voice all over again. “Ohohohokahahay, thahahahanks.” William told him.

“Would it be too much for you if I joined back in?” Mrs. Afton asked.

William shook his head. “Nohoho, ihihit wohouldn’t nohohohow.” He replied.

Mrs. Afton smiled and started gently tickling the soft of his small beer belly. “I’ll be gentle.” She told him.

William jumped and sunk his stomach in slightly, but to no avail. Not only did sinking in his stomach fail as a preventive strategy, but it also ruined his ability to breathe. So he breathed in as much as he could, before falling into an endless stream of high-pitched giggles.

“Thihihihihis ihihihihis weheheird.” William told him.

“Oh, hush your mouth and laugh, our 6ft Tickle Tree.” She teased.

“Wh-Whahahat?!” William asked.

“There’s a reason you’re covered in green glitter.” Mrs. Afton explained. “Can you tell him why?” She asked Chris and Elizabeth.

“We wanted you to look like a christmas tree!” Chris told his father.

“That’s why you’re also covered in Christmas lights with a star on your head.” Elizabeth told him.

“HAhahahaha- Whahahahat?!” He reacted, unsure how else to react to this information.

Michael chuckled. “I didn’t want to join in originally…” Michael looked at his Mom. “But then Mom mentioned ‘tickling’, and I quickly changed my mind.” Michael admitted bluntly.

Mrs. Afton smirked. “Trying to throw your own mother under the bus, I see?” She asked.

“What?! No!” Michael put his right hand up. “Honest!” He pointed his index finger at his Mom. “But I may be throwing myself under the bus.” Michael admitted.

“Alright, alright.” Mrs. Afton replied, double-checking to make sure Chris and the recorder were doing okay.

“Wait…How does the song ‘Oh Christmas Tree’ go again?” Michael asked.

Elizabeth's eyes brightened. “Oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree, how lovely are your branches!” She declared, saying the lyrics instead of singing it.

“You’re very close. It’s ‘How lovely are ‘thy’ branches’.” Mrs. Afton corrected.

“Okay. So…what if we sang ‘oh christmas tree’, but we changed the word ‘branches’ to ‘laughter’?” Michael asked.

Elizabeth gasped. “YEAH!” She shouted excitedly, stopping her tickle attack. “🎵Oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree, how lovely are thy laughter!🎵” She sang.

Michael hummed. “I think ‘your laughter’ would sound better in this situation.” He admitted.

“I think I have to agree with you, Michael.” Mrs. Afton replied.

“🎵Oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree, how lovely are your laughter🎵” Mrs. Afton sang.

The kids joined in with their mother. “🎵Oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree, how lovely are your laughter🎵”

Mrs. Afton continued the song. “🎵Your precious giggles fill the air, and warm our hearts with tender care,🎵” She sang in her gorgeous singing voice.

“🎵Oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree, how lovely are your laughter🎵” The kids sang.

Michael stopped his tickling and sang the next verse. “🎵Oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree, of all the laughs most joyful. Oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree, of all the laughs most joyful🎵” Michael sang.

“Not bad!” Mrs. Afton reacted. “🎵Each year you bring us delight, with every shining grin so bright,🎵” She sang. “🎵Oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree, of all the laughs most joyful🎵” She finished.

“My turn, My turn!” Elizabeth declared. “🎵Oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree, we learn from all your gigglees. Oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree, we learn from all your gigglees🎵” She sang.

The other Aftons bursted out laughing. Did Elizabeth just come up with a word to make the verse work?!

“🎵Your high-pitched squeals of festive cheer, give hope and happiness all year,🎵” She sang. “🎵Oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree-🎵

They all sang together. “🎵We learn from all your giggleeeees.🎵” They all sang.

William chuckled and nodded his head with a smile. “I would clap, but…My hands are kinda tied.” He told them.

Everyone burst out laughing at this. Mrs. Afton walked up and unplugged the Christmas lights. “Let’s get this off you.” She said, removing the Christmas lights from around him.

“Thank you, love.” William said, leaning in for a kiss. She wiped a few green glitter pieces from his mouth and kissed his lips.

“Eugh…Gross…” Michael muttered aloud.

“Awwwww!” Elizabeth reacted, holding her hand on her chest.

Chris giggled, zooming in on his Mom and Dad’s kiss.

“🎵I saw Mommy kiss the tickle tree, underneath the christmas star last night🎵” Chris started singing.

Mrs. Afton and William both broke their kiss and looked at Chris, laughing at Chris’s lyrics.

“🎵She didn’t see me creep, down the stairs to have a peek,🎵” Elizabeth sang.

“🎵She thought that I was tucked up in my bedroom, fast asleep🎵” Michael sang.

“He wasn’t!” Chris declared. “🎵I saw mommy kiss the tickle tree, Every little giggle filled the night!🎵” Chris sang.

“🎵Oh what a laugh it would’ve been-🎵” Liz sang.

“🎵If Daddy had only seen-🎵” Michael sang.

Everyone, even William, joined in together for the last part. “🎵Mommy kiss the tickle tree last niiiiight!🎵”

#fluff and humor #christmas fluff #christmas tree #i saw mommy kissing santa claus #oh christmas tree #family fluff #crying child is chris afton #ticklefic #ler!mrs.afton #ler!michael #ler!elizabeth #ler!chris #lee!william

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tybarious-ii · 6 months

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Santa Claus in a 1941 Willys MA

"Camp Lee, Virginia -- Discarding his old-fashioned sleigh and reindeer, Santa kicked up a fast, tough 'Jeep' car, and is on Christmas maneuvers around Army Camps in his 'Jeep-sleigh.' Here the Panzer Santa, with a well-filled sack of radios, books, cookies, and other gifts dear to soldier's hearts, glides up to the door of barracks in Camp Lee's Quartermaster replacement center. Lack of snow in Virginia doesn't hamper this Santa."

Date: December 12, 1941

U.S. ARMY SIGNAL CORPS PHOTO: 639680

#Willys MA #Jeep #Santa Claus #Camp Lee #Virginia #US Army #Army #December #1941 #world war ii #world war 2 #WWII #WW2 #history #my post

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the-lilac-grove · 6 months

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Sheryl Lee Ralph as Mrs. Claus at the 2023 Macy’s Parade

#sheryl lee ralph #mrs claus #macy's thanksgiving day parade

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ronispadez-art · 9 months

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@nana1927291 here's some clausten for u :3

Also some stosuh bcuz I still have brainrot.

This is a new style I'm calling "soft and cute" because it's very soft and very cute :33

Kofi

#clausten #stosuh #mother 3 #mother 1 #ninten #claus mother 3 #stephen ng #hosuh lee #plan3 #actually stephen #roni draws stuff

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browsethestacks · 6 months

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Vintage Comic - Black Cat Comics #027

Pencils: Lee Elias

Inks: Lee Elias

Harvey (Feb1951)

#Comics #Harvey Comics #Black Cat Comics #Christmas #Black Cat #Vintage #Art #CGC #Harvey #Lee Elias #Santa Claus #Santa #1951 #1950s #50s #John Wayne

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒆 (mon biche)

valentine's day masterlist - gingerbread house

summary - you and lee do some baking... well you bake, and he eats...

the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Lee grumbles, making his way into the kitchen and up the small ladder leading to the counter’s top. Huffing as he finally reaches the top, rolling onto his back as his chubby little tummy moves up and down. “Why da hell haven’t we got an elevator yet.” He grunts, rolling to his front and getting onto his knees. “Stupid fucking ladder, always wanting me to do some sort of fucking exercise.” As Lee stands, he looks down at his little tummy and rubs it, pouting.

“Are you done, little baby?” He whips around, staring wide-eyed before scowling. He huffs, sauntering over with his hands on his hips.

“How long ya been standing there?” Lee glares, trying to hold back the blush threatening to show on his cheeks.

You raise a brow, “Long enough, now. Are you ready to bake the gingerbread men? That is what you wanted to do, right?” He nods, coming closer to where you and the ingredients are, licking his lips at the sight of the yummy stuff. “Okay, so we’ll start with the gingerbread men, and while they are baking, we’ll build the gingerbread house?”

Lee’s stomach grumbles at the thought of all the delicious food. “Uh, huh.” He settles close to everything, beginning to help pour and stir the ingredients. Soft giggles escape him before he covers them with coughs as you tickle his chubby tummy. Once you and Lee have finished making the biscuits and placed them in the oven, you grab his tiny form and carry him over to the table where everything for the gingerbread house is set up. Lee’s eyes widen, and his mouth drops open at the sight of more yummy things.

You place him gently onto the table before taking your seat. The kitchen is filled with laughter, concentrated faces and a giant mess on Lee’s face as he continues to eat his way through the decorating. “Lee, baby. Nothing will be left for the house if you keep eating it all.”

He looks at you and pouts, his whole body covered in white frosting as he continues to chew what’s left in his mouth. “But… It’s so good….” He rubs his tummy again, staring at you with sad eyes as you gently smile at him. A giant grin appears on his face as you slide a bowl of m&m’s over to him, his tiny self practically diving toward it as he grabs a handful, eating one while placing another on the house.

You smile before continuing to decorate until the timer goes off. You stand and head over, opening the oven door and placing oven mitts on before carefully removing the tray. You smile at how well they’ve turned out and turn your head as you hear a little huff coming from the table, giggling as you see Lee standing on his tippy toes, trying to have a look as well. His little eyes are vast, and his mouth hangs open as he struggles. You begin to walk over to the table with the tray, carefully placing them down onto the table and hearing a pleased noise escape Lee as he looks at them.

You both continue with the gingerbread house as you wait for the gingerbread men to cool, giggling as Lee keeps looking over at them with heart eyes, mouth practically drooling. Once everything is done and the biscuits are cooled, Lee looks at you for permission to touch them, and the minute you nod. He quickly waddles over and picks one up, bringing it over and placing it down next to you before continuing to do the same with the rest of them. Your brows furrow as you notice one of the men with some of his head missing. You slowly look over to Lee, who has his hands behind his back, rocking on his feet as he looks up at you innocently. “Did you take a bite, baby?” His little head shakes, mouth slowly moving. “No? Are you sure? What’s in your mouth then?” Lee shrugs, pouting. You shake your head with a small smile, “Hmm, I guess you wouldn’t mind if you don’t get any then?”

Lee’s mouth drops open, and his brows furrow as he stares at you. “Wha? Why? What? I may have had a tiny… Tiny bite, but I deserve to eat as much with all the hard work I did.” He notices you smile as your brow raises, and he glares, “You did that just for me to confess, didn’t you?” He huffs as you nod before nuzzling into your hand as you stroke his cheek.