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Waiting for Us - windbreaker tickle comic

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Lee!Sakura, ler!Suo - if this isn't your cup of tea, please do not interact!

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Rooftop Talks (Wind Breaker)

*Kicks door in* @fanfic-chan! Dessie! It is I! Squiggily- you're Squealing Santa! :D Happy Holidays, Merry Christmas- Wondrous Winter; whatever you celebrate, I hope this year has been kind to you and your loved ones! Thank you for always being so lovely!

Fandom: Windbreaker

Characters: Sakura and Umemiya (platonic)

Prompt: "Any platonic scenarios generally are good with me, I'm not much into romance though. ^^'"

Summary: Umemiya invites Sakura to the roof for a chat. (Word Count: 1.4k)

'“Sakura, come with me.” Umemiya gestured him over, eyes warm and smile inviting. “Let’s chat.”

Said boy stared at him, brows furrowing. “Huh?? What the hell- what kind of request is that?” He raised his fists, automatically assuming Bofurin’s leader was ready to fight.

Umemiya only laughed in response, a loud sound deep from his belly as he slapped Sakura on the back, shaking him from his defensive pose. “Oh my god, you’re amazing! I’m so happy you came to our town!”

Sakura didn’t know what to say to that. His face turned bright pink as he made a series of grumpy sounds, tucking his fist into his pockets. “Whatever. What do you want to talk about, anyway?”

Umemiya didn’t respond, only smiling as he walked them up the stairs leading to the roof. It was chilly today- the warmth of the sun kept them from shivering as they stood side by side on the edge. “Beautiful, isn’t it? You can see all of Furin from up here.”

….Huh? He didn’t seriously bring Sakura up here just to look at the skyline? “It’s fine, I guess.”

“Hah. So poetic. I figured you not the time to write sonnets.” Umemiya patted his shoulder, eyes never leaving the skyline. “Wouldn’t you say however this view makes you feel at peace? I do everything up here- eating, napping, thinking. Oh, you should come plant with me-”

“What exactly are we here for?” Sakura couldn’t take this small talk. Not while his nerves were tight with sudden anxiety. “You said you wanted to chat. I know you didn’t drag he up here just to look at buildings.

Umemiya finally looked at him then, eyes kind. “You’re right. I brought you up here for a reason.”

“Well?” Sakura blurted after a beat of silence. The suspense was killing him!

“I brought you up here…to have coffee.”

…What the hell was that supposed to mean? Sakura gaped at the older man as he walked towards the table, pulling out two cups and a thermos. Once everything was set up, he gestured to him. “I got this from Kotoha’s place. Super fresh batch too. Don’t let her good grace go to waste.

“You’re screwing with me.”

“I’m not. Promise.” Umemiya grinned as he raised his cup. “You’re like a feral cat, you know? All claws and hisses.”

Sakura gritted his teeth, finally coming over and sitting down. He took the offered cup in his hands, welcoming the heat. “I’m no cat. I’m not used to people wanting me around, that’s all.”

“Huh.” Umemiya’s voice softened some. “Their loss, yeah? You make such great company- anyone who can’t see that is blind.”

Sakura blushed and glared in his cup, hating how comforting that felt. Then he got mad all over for letting himself be comforted at all. “Why are you being so nice to me? You know I’m gunning for the number one spot! Shouldn’t you be more-?”

“More?” Umemiya looked amused. Sakura sputtered as he looked for the answer.

“More- I don’t know! Defensive? Guarded? Angry?” Sakura waved his hand about, as if the whole thing should be obvious. “I’m some idiot from who knows where who showed up one day!”

“Given we’re a whole school full of idiots, you fit right in then!”

“I could be evil!”

“You’re not.” Umemiya glared, shutting that down. “Don’t ever say that again.”

“Tch-” Sakura wanted to argue, but the finality made him look away. A hand came to his head, ruffling his hair.

“You’re a good kid, Sakura. A great one. Who else shows up to a town he only knew for an hour and protects it without a second thought?” Umemiya was smiling again, the expression warm. “ If you do take it, I know you’ll carry on the legacy I leave behind.”

Fuck- why did he have to say such things? Sakura blinked rapidly as he ducked his head, glaring at his knuckle white hands. “You say that now, but you don’t know what I’ll do to de-throne you. I could betray you when you least expect it.”

“Oo, look at you thinking you’re some super villain!”  Umemiya poked his side, grinning when Sakura twitched. “Okay, Mr. Bad guy- how are you gonna betray me? Gonna gather all the first years around and pull a Caesar?

“Whahaht? Erk! Whhihihy the hehehell woohohuld I doohohho thahaht?” Sakura yelped, squirming some when that dastardly finger kept poking him. “Stahhap!”

“Yeah, you’re right- I can’t personally see any of you with knives. Pencils maybe? Oo, light sabers! I wouldn’t mind going down to that!  Make sure you stab me here, and here, oh and definitely here!” Umemiya poked all over, jabbing his sides and back with rapid but gentle precision. Sakura batted and swatted at him, giggles bubbling over as he lost the battle. “Are you guys gonna wear little leaf crowns? I want it as biblically accurate as possible!”

“Thahahat’s not eehehehven in stahahahar whahahahrs! Aheahhaha, shihihiht! Knohohck it ohoohohff!” Sakura fumed through his laughter, falling to his side with a gentle push. The pokes turned to flicks and scratches, making him yell out as he shoved at the hands. “Stahahhahap!”

“Your right, your right- Caesar is so dated. Oh! Let’s do the Walking Dead! Come at me like a bunch of cannibals! Roar!” He playfully growled at Sakura as he dug into his belly, relishing the sudden boom of laughter spilling out. “Oo, are you ticklish here? That’s a good spot, huh?”

“Shuhuhuhuhut uhuuhhup! Gehahahahhaha, wehehehhe’re nohohohot cahhahahanahahahbles ehehehehither!” Sakura howled, pushing as hard as he could against the fingers scratching at his belly, kicking his legs like a dog. Much to his annoyance, the visual of them eating Umemiya was funny- further worsening his giggle fits. “I dohohoon’t ehehehven thihihink Suohohoho ehahahhats!”

“Oh yeah- he’s so secretive about that. Okay, new game plan. When it’s time for me to go, I want you guys to go mediival on me! Get some horses and tie me to them!” He raised Sakura’s arm, jabbing him rapidly in the armpit and making him scream. “Tie me up here…and here…”

“GEHAHAH! UHUUHUMEHEHEHMIIHIHIYA!” Sakura was dying- he swore he could feel his soul starting to depart. The Sanzu river was just in sight. “STAHHAAP!”

“Oh? Okay then!” Umemiya did just so, the visions of a river fading with each slow dying giggle. “Well, we can workshop it later. I’m sure when you guys decide how to dethrone me, it’s gonna be spectacular! Wait!” He leaned forward with excited eyes. “I want a parade!”

“Pfft- whihihth plaahhants as the theheme?” He huffed out, the image of Nirei and Suo in tomato outfits suddenly coming to mind. He pictured Sugishita in a potato suit, face glum and all. It was enough to make him wheeze.

“You see my vision!” Umemiya cried in glee, laughing alongside him. “Whoo! Okay, okay- enough of that. We’re both gonna be lightheaded. Come here.” The older boy gently tugged Sakura back up to a sitting position, passing him a bottle of water. Where the hell did he even get that? “How do you feel, Sakura?”

“Like death.” His reply was automatic. His growing smirk died down when he saw the returning seriousness in the older man’s smile. “What? Like- right now?”

“Mhm.”

“.....Uh..I guess not bad?” He winced, blushing fiercely at his lack of description. “I feel okay. Fine, really.” The more he said it, the more true it felt. 

“That’s good. Real good.” Umemiya nodded, squeezing his shoulder. “I hate seeing my brothers and sisters sad. I hate it more hearing them call themselves something so terrible as ‘evil’.” The pointed look made Sakura squirm. “To tell you the truth, the reason I brought you up here was because you seemed so down lately.”

“I wasn’t-”

“I know people, Sakura, don’t deny it.” Umemiya waved off his defenses, smiling gently. “I can tell when someone is unsure of themself. Consider today a reminder that you’re one of us, and you’ll always have your big brother Ume to talk to if you need me.”

“Gee, thanks.” Sakura tried to sound sarcastic, but it was clear to both of them the words meant everything. Umemiya nodded and ruffled his hair, further solidifying his promise.

Maybe having Umemiya as a big brother wasn’t so bad, afterall.

Thanks for reading and Happy Holidays!

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"We risk becoming an island of strangers, not a nation that walks forwards together." - Keir Starmer, 12.05.2025

All people are strangers until you befriend them, regardless of where they were born. Shame on this government of bigotry.

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Cats getting caught doing crimes

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kill the imposter syndrome in your head because not only is there someone out there doing it worse than you, they’re also using chat gpt to do it

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my best tip for anyone trying to get back into reading is to remember that you can read books to avoid other responsibilities in ur life and it can become a vice if you play your cards right

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I started using Head and Shoulders ten years ago for itchy scalp and dandruff, and then for ten years I have not had itchy scalp and dandruff, so I thought “why do I still buy shampoo to combat itchy scalp and dandruff when I do not have itchy scalp and dandruff,” so I stopped buying the shampoo for itchy scalp and dandruff and can you guess I have now? Can you predict what currently afflicts me? It’s alright if you can’t because apparently I fuckin couldn’t either

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I hate how people will look at popular indie artists who had one or two songs go viral on TikTok and start making fun of anybody who listens to them. "Oh you listen to Lemon Demon, Will Wood, Jack Stauber, Glass Animals, and Mother Mother? Tsk, don't you know that is stupid TikTok neurodivergent white transmasc preteen music? It's so mid and bad you should listen to real music–" you are a pit of misery

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It really is wild that some politicians can stand there and say "yeah we're getting rid of a program that keeps quite literally millions of people alive specifically so we can cut taxes for people who are already richer than god" as if it's a normal political stance and not so cartoonishly evil I'm legit shocked perry the platypus doesn't break through the nearest wall the minute the words leave their mouth.

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what abled ppl think is a massive problem for disabled folks: 13 year old on the internet faking something

what is actually a massive problem for disabled folks: "well you don't LOOK disabled, are you sure you're not faking? I'm not giving you accommodations until you PROVE you're not faking. Please give me, a stranger, your medical info and explain your condition to me in detail so I know you're not faking and only then will I respect or take you seriously"

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No children are allowed in the Library of Congress.

It's not that kind of library.

In other words...

You are being lied to

again

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BAN ON CONVERSION PRACTICES IN THE EU. GO SIGN IT. DEADLINE IS FUCKING MAY 17. WE'RE STILL MISSING 800.000 signatures. FUCKING DO IT.

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Flying Types Lift the Spirits

Original request: "For tickletober this year, could i suggest lee!larry for day 25 (new discovery?) and for the scenario perchance he’s feeling stressed from work, and at home one evening his pokemon try to comfort him, so one of them nuzzles him or something and he reacts weird and they realize he’s ticklish and use that to cheer him up?"

Author’s note: Larryyyyy! I still have fun saying his name like that every time, Lol. Here’s Day 25 of Tickletober: “New Discovery” from August’s Tickletober List! I hope you enjoy!

Series: Pokemon

Characters: Larry, Staraptor, Altaria, Oricorio, Tropius, Flamigo 

Word count: 1,156

Summary: Larry is feeling a little stressed from work, so his team of flying type pokemon take it upon themselves to lift up Larry’s spirits with a newfound method thanks to Staraptor’s discovery.

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All Larry wants to do is to sit down and rest, but it’s hard to do that when his chest is aching and his mind is filled with scenarios of the near future—tomorrow to be precise. His boss requested… No, more so told Larry that he was scheduled for a meeting in the morning, three Elite Four battles, and two gym battles; all to be done back-to-back.

He can do it, but it’s going to be tight. Any slip up, any delay, and he could be a minute late to any of his appointments. And if he’s late, he could get an earful from the boss, or worse—a penalty to his paycheck.

He pauses his TV show and places the remote by his side, next to Tropius’s head that’s curled up and sleeping behind him like a pillow. Larry’s too distracted to even pay attention to the program. He wipes a hand across his tired face. One of his other Pokemon by his side takes notice; Staraptor tilts his head from his perch on the back of the sofa. 

“Chir…?” the large bird quietly chirps.

Larry turns to look at him. “Oh, it’s fine. Staraptor. I’m fine. Everything’s… normal,” he moves his gaze away from the bird’s.

Staraptor ruffles his feathers like he was huffing. Being a pokemon that’s on Larry’s normal type and flying type teams, Staraptor has spent the most time with him. He easily knows when Larry’s not telling the truth.

Larry lets out a soft chuckle. “Okay, you got me,” he admits. He pauses before speaking again, figuring out what to say. “I'm just thinking about a lot of things. A little stress, that’s all.”

The brief conversation between Larry and Staraptor has slowly roused the rest of his flying type party from their slumber. Altara is perched on the back cushions with Staraptor, Flamigo is standing near the arm of the couch, and Oricorio is cuddled up on the cushions by Larry’s side opposite of where Tropius is lifting his sleepy head.

“It seems like everyone heard that. Sorry for waking you all.” Larry pats Oricorio and Tropius’s heads. “It’s alright. I just have to keep telling myself that.”

Tropius lets out a soft rumble like a purr; Oricorio lets out a quiet chirp. To comfort him, Tropius nuzzles his head into Larry’s side.

Staraptor, Flamingo, and Altaria turn to one another with a worried gaze. Altaria also has a concerned look in her eyes, like a mother wanting to care for their child. The three bird pokemon silently communicate to each other: There must be a way to help.

Suddenly, Larry abruptly shifts in his spot with a quiet huff releasing at the same time.

“Tropius,” Larry says. There’s remnants of a slight chuckle in his voice. Tropius tilts his head.

Staraptor, Altaria, and Flamigo glance at one another again, this time confused. That was strange. What made Larry jolt like that?

Seeing Tropius try to help, the electric bird chirps and energetically cuddles up to Larry’s side. The dual-type trainer flinches away. 

“Oricorio,” a similar hint of a chuckle is a bit louder the second time. The little cheerleader bird pulls away. She leans her head to the side.

A sudden realization hits Staraptor. His trainer didn’t just chuckle, he laughed. It was quiet, but a laugh nonetheless. There’s only one thing Staraptor knows that would cause a jumpy, laughter-producing reaction like that.

Staraptor informs the other flying types of their new discovery—which to Larry sounds like a bunch of chirps, squeaks, and squawks.

Larry’s brow lifts in confusion as he watches them all converse. Once their chirps and chatters die down, there’s an unsettling sense of mischief in the air. Although most of the party are flying type Pokemon, there’s one normal type move that they know of that will be super effective against their trainer: Tickle.

Tropius wraps his long neck around Larry’s torso, like the safety bar of a roller coaster ride. 

“Tropius? What are you–?”

Staraptor flaps his wings and squawks. With the signal, the rest of the flying types attack.

Tropius nuzzles his head into Larry’s ribs; Oricorio hops to the opposite side and flutters her feathered pom-poms into his tummy. Staraptor and Altaria lean down their heads and cuddle up against his neck. Flamigo assists Oricorio by using his beak to nuzzle into Larry’s side.

“Wha-ha! Hehehehey!” is all Larry is able to manage before giggles overrun his words and his body surges with tickly energy from all of his pokemon. He curls in on himself, scrunching his shoulders to his neck and squeezing his arms to his sides. His pokemon easily slip through his defenses though, gently scratching and scribbling into the spots that are getting giggly reactions from their trainer. After all, the move Tickle does lower defense.

“Hehehe! Is thihihihis what all of the chirping wahahas abohohout?” Larry tries to look at his pokemon while he wiggles in his spot, arms wrapped around his giggling chest. Another effective scribble from Flamigo to Larry’s side causes him to twist towards Altaria. With half of his back now facing Staraptor, the large bird takes the opportunity to nuzzle his beak into the back of Larry’s ribs. 

“Aha!” the trainer jolts with an exclamation of more giggles and turns to gently push Staraptor’s feathery head away with the palm of his hand. “Staraptohohor! Thihihis is your dohohoing, isn’t it?”

“Chirrr!” Staraptor chirps. Guilty as charged. 

“I shohohould have knohohown!” Larry laughs before he suddenly yelps and drops his hands to wrap around himself again when Oricorio flutters her wings near his side while still also at tummy. He kicks out his legs and leans back into the cushions as laughter consumes his entire form; invisible weights that were pressing into his chest appear to lift from the bubbly giggles billowing from his person. 

Larry calls out to his flock of pokemon, “Ohohokay, everyone! I’ve gohohohot the message! Nohoho more tickles! Plehehehease!”

Listening to their trainer, all the pokemon immediately stop. His giggles carry over as the trainer is given a moment to breathe. 

After a moment, his laughter begins to subside and his breathing steadies. Staraptor kneels his head to Larry’s shoulder and nudges him. The large bird looks at Larry with big, sincere eyes.

Larry scratches the side of Staraptor’s head to reassure him. “No, I’m not mad at you. I appreciate you all for looking out for me.”

The rest of his pokemon chirp and cuddle up beside him. A soft smile remains on his features. Larry drapes his arms around the creatures in a hug.

No matter how tough some days might be, he forgets that doesn’t have to tackle them alone. He has his pokemon by his side, and company like that, who cares enough to carry some of the burden, makes it better.

“We’ll get through tomorrow,” he says to them, thinking of optimism. “I know we will.”