#lee!lovejoy

[wilbyscoot]

knocks on ur blog. hear me out, ler wilbur lee lovejoy. man's is simply in a ler mood, being silly and playing up a big scary tkl monster persona, chasing his friends around - 🦐

YES

they'd be hanging out together peacefully and then wilbur walks in through the door with a wide mischievous grin and raises his hands into a claw

the rest of the band members freeze upon seeing him, they know what's about to happen and immediately get up and RUN

wilbur is an absolute menace of a tickle monster and i'm all in for it!

sometimes they would end up playing a game of chase or hide and seek, and every time wilbur would hide behind a wall or a door and wait for someone to go through, it gets them nervous and all giggly, hoping the tickle monster wasn't waiting for them on the other side

[leejeann]

With every new Lovejoy song, my hope that I'll see them in concert someday gets so much more

[blakeromanissuperior]

Playing the drums

Warning: fluff

Tommy was hanging with Will, Ash, and Mark cause why the fuck not. They were at Mark's house chilling, writing music, playing cards, drinking, and playing video games. Tommy was a little tipsy cause Champagne was his favorite, and he drank a little bit much of it. He walked up to Mark champagne glass in hand and asked Mark if he could play the drums for the guys. Mark said, sure, and sat down in the drum seat. "Is there any song you want me to play?" Mark picked up his drum sticks. "You'll Understand When You're Older! I love the ending, " Tommy beamed, taking a swig off his glass. Mark giggled and started playing. Tommy was mesmerized by the way Mark could do so many things at once on those drums. Mark was hitting the drums without stopping even spinning the sticks in the air. When Mark finished by yelling "Fuck!" Like he does when the song ends Tommy started rambling. "That was fucking epic Mark holy shit" Tommy yelled. Mark laughed and ruffled the 19 year Olds hair. Tommy shrieked quickly, running his fingers on Mark's sides. Mark jumped, letting go of the boy. "Not the hair, you dick head!" Tommy fixed his hair, and Mark had his arms wrapped around his front, protecting himself. "Jesus man, you didn't have to murder me." Mark giggled red in the face, but that was normal. "Sorry man, but next time, don't touch the hair," Tommy laughed. Will, Ash, and Joe were giggling and teasing Mark. "Next time, don't be so sensitive," Will said poking him. Mark hated drunk Wilbur he was too much of a tease, and it drove Mark crazy. "How about I teach you how to play the drums, kiddo?" Mark asked Tommy the boys face lit up. "YES YES YES," Tommy jumped up and down. Mark giggled, taking a swig of his whine, and started to teach Tommy. He taught him the basics wear to hold the drumsticks, how to hold the drumsticks, what each drum did, and even taught him some of Model Buses. Tommy taught Mark some piano but was taken back when he found out that Mark could play pretty well. He even impressed Tommy by playing the opening to the Annoying At First show on the guitar. After that, they all filled their cups up again, played minecraft, and laughed. Will, Ash, and Joe watched Mark and Tommy play an intense game of Mario Cart. Tommy ended up winning by jabbing Mark's side, making him lose his controller. "You cheater," Mark yelled, tackling Tommy to the ground. "You've been prodding me all night it's time for some revenge," Mark said with an evil giggle. Tommy's loud and wheezy laughter could be heard along with every other Lovejoy member, including Mark, who is also dying. Mark rolled off, Tommy everyone in hysterical laughter and really tipsy. This was the life that Tommy wanted to live forever he wouldn't trade this night of fun for anything.

[breadreads00]

I HAD A DREAM THAT I SAW AN INSTAGRAM POST WITH LEE!WILBUR LER!LOVEJOY VIDEO AND TURNED OUT THAT IT WAS A DREAM

I'M CRYING IT WAS SO GOOD 😭😭😭

[oldshowbiz]

Shack Out on 101 (1955) is an Allied Artists B-movie with cinematography by Floyd Crosby - father of David Crosby.

[onlyjellyillputinmybelly]

shoutout to random internet people for keeping me updated on insane crossover events

thank you for your service

[leemontoast]

I never was a fan of the internet She never felt that safe in her own head We both hate the news There for the grace of God goes you Smiling when I ask if she's bored yet We wonder if we took it too far Both taste confused Darling, what am I to do? I'd like to think that I'm The only guy she'll see tonight You can call me what you like As long as you call me And you could kiss the skin from my lips If it makes you feel good I'm not sure if you want it Not sure if you need me too And you can taste the beer On every guy who talks to you But you can't stay awake forever No, you can't stay awakе forever

And so I find myself in your mum's bedroom Fighting with the pink roller blinds It's on pay-per-view Just place your bets on who's lost their mind You take a pirouette under duvet set You sigh with perfect pitch and with time I'm not made for you But what else is new? Oh Lord, she tells me that it's nothing I really hope it's nothing And you can kiss the skin from my lips If it makes you feel good I'm not sure if you want it Not sure if you need me too And you can taste the beer On every guy who talks to you But you can't stay awake forever No, you can't stay awake forever

This just in I am a total fucking dumbass And I've come to the uncomfortable conclusion I'll be spending the rest of my life in a state of constant paranoia Just let me follow you And I'll proceed to bang my head on every doorway And door frame you see suitable for us to go through And I've found that the road to happiness is paved With rows and rows Of very tempting parking spaces I'm not paranoid, I'm a realist I know you're gonna kill me! And you can kiss the skin from my lips If it makes you feel good I'm not sure if you want it Not sure if you need me too And you can taste the beer On every guy who talks to you But you can't stay awake forever No, you can't stay awake forever And you can kiss the skin from my lips If it makes you feel good I'm not sure if you want it Not sure if you need me too And you can taste the beer On every guy who talks to you But you can't stay awake forever No, you can't stay awake forever

@multigrainbreadbread

[almond-sw1rl]

My update on the Wilbur situation

I’m sure we are all aware of the outcomes of Wilbur’s actions. (God bless Shelby) And here’s further more some boundaries I have ever since this came out.

•Wilbur supporters / fans DNI

•Lovejoy fans DNI

If you still support him, get help. Because there is no excuse for what he did no matter how much you want to argue.

I will still be making my usual Lee!//Ler! Fan fictions, however, I will no longer be doing irl requests of Wilbur. But I will be doing Ghostbur and the Dsmp/Qsmp arc of Wilbur.

For those who disagree with me doing this, I understand, but this is what the REAL Wilbur did, not the CHARACTERS he was playing.

As usual, I love you all and have an amazing day/ afternoon/ night. <3

[mushiewrites]

Wilbur's Visit

day 5 everyone! I had like 12 different ideas for today, but none of them happened and I suddenly got a fever and everything very quickly went downhill :D BUT, I'm fine, I managed to write a cute lil fic with some georgebur <3 and post before midnight, which I guess is something! Anyway, I hope you enjoy! (also, remember to use the # "mushies lee!George week" if you participate! thank u!)

day 5 - thighs / prompts found here!

(lee!George / ler!Wilbur / ler!Dream : 1.1K words)

“Your garden is huge!” 

“It’s called a yard here in America, Wilbur.”

“Okay, your yard is huge!” He adjusted his wording, using the heaviest American accent he could muster up. George rolled his eyes with a fake huff as he looked up at his friend with a wide smile.

The two British boys stood next to each other outside in the back of the Dream Team home, Wilbur having visited due to Lovejoy having a show somewhere in Orlando. Dream and Sapnap had run out to pick up food for the four of them while the rest of the band had opted to get some much needed rest in their hotel rooms before their show tomorrow. 

“It is! Almost as massive as- HEY! Whahahat?! Wilbur!” George was in the middle of making some idiotic joke, turning away from the taller boy to admire the expanse of his backyard when suddenly Wilbur was in front of him, crouching down and quickly standing up with a very confused George clinging to his back. 

“Tradition, Gogs!” Wilbur exclaimed, adjusting his grip under George’s thighs as he spoke to make sure he wouldn’t slip off of his back during the spontaneous piggyback ride he had decided to give the brunette. Wilbur squeezed at George’s thighs, on the sensitive flesh above the back of his knee, causing the smaller boy to kick out with a yelp. 

Wilbur tilted his head to the side so he could see George, realizing quickly that he was just as surprised as Wilbur was at the reaction he had. He curled his fingers a few times and watched as the younger boy’s face twisted into a huge smile, a few more squeaks escaping and confirming what he had suspected all along - George was ticklish.

“What was tha-“

“Don’t.” 

The elder giggled at George’s response, bouncing him a little on his back to make him squeal a few times, making sure to squeeze his hands up the bottom of George’s thighs as he did so.

The reaction was instantaneous. George was giggling like mad, kicking as much as he could as he buried his face into the back of Wilbur’s neck in an attempt to muffle his laughter. This caused Wilbur to start giggling as well, tilting his head to block the sensitive skin on his neck that George was now inadvertently tickling. 

“Stahap, you’re ti-! Y-You’re- ….just stohohop!” George exclaimed as Wilbur continued to squeeze, focusing on a spot towards his upper thighs that seemed to make the younger boy shriek every time he danced his fingers gently over it. George made a move to squirm out of the grasp, but to his surprise Wilbur started sprinting across the yard, cackling wildly when George screamed. 

“I’m what, Gogy? Tickling you?” He flashed George a smile over his shoulder, chuckling when he watched George’s face turn a bright red.

“Whahahahat?! Nohoho! Stohohop, plehehease! Wilbur!” 

“Noho can do! You were trying to escape my tickles! That’s extremely rude, don’t you think?” Wilbur spoke, bouncing George again to readjust his grip on the smaller boy. He moved his grasp towards George’s inner thighs this time, pushing in with his fingers a few times with a little more pressure and breaking out into giggles as George shrieked and attempted to climb off of him again. 

“Look! You’re doing it again!” Wilbur yelled before taking off once more across the yard, ending up next to the lounge chairs near the back door of the house. “Looks like you leave me no choice, George!” 

“Whahahat, I just- WILBUR!” George was suddenly dropped from Wilbur’s arms and landed on one of the chairs below, startling him and sending him into a frenzy of giggles. The weight of the two caused the back of the lounge chair to lay down completely, allowing Wilbur to push the smaller boy down onto his back. George quickly turned over onto his tummy to try and get away, but the taller boy straddled the backs of his calves so he couldn’t escape. 

“It’s fine, king, just relax!”

Contrary to his calming tone and request, Wilbur dug both hands into the backs of George’s upper thighs, focusing on the area towards the tops of them to make the brunette shriek. George clawed at the cushions of the seat before dropping his hands into the grass below, ripping up the blades as he laughed himself silly and pleaded like his life depended on it.

“NAHAHA PLEHEHEASE! Nohohohot there not thehehere!”

“Yes here! It seems like a good enough spot to me!” 

George resorted to bringing his hands up to cover his face, trying to block out his laughter and also to try and soothe the rapidly growing blush before Wilbur would try to flip him over and see. 

“It is a good spot,” George froze as he heard a familiar voice coming from behind him. “In fact, it’s probably the best.”

“Dream! How lovely to see you here on this fine afternoon!” He heard Wilbur over exaggerate his accent, deniably making him giggle more at the ridiculousness of the situation. 

“DREHEHEHEAM! Hehehelp mehehehe!” George pleaded, shoulders scrunched up to his ears and face still hidden in his hands due to the embarrassment of his best friend finding him in this predicament. It was nothing new, he had ended up in this exact scenario more times than he could count with the blonde, but that didn’t seem to make this any easier on him.

“Help you? Alright, if you say so.” 

George suddenly felt another set of hands begin squeezing at a very precise spot on his upper inner thighs, a spot only Dream knew, sending his laughter up an octave and causing his squirming to turn to thrashing. 

“DREHEHEAM!”

“Whahat?! I'm helping!” 

The brunette was in full hysterics, smacking his hands against the cushions of the chair as his thighs were tormented by his friends. It wasn’t until Sapnap wandered into the backyard looking for everyone, too hungry to wait for them to finish whatever torture Wilbur and Dream had started, that the two finally let him up.

When he was finally able to sit up, George felt tears streaming down his cheeks and whined in embarrassment. He wiped his face with his sleeves with a groan, turning to face the two and swearing to take down everyone in the house if they pulled anything like that again.i

[everyones-fav-mailboy]

Hi! I’m Oakley Foster!

You can call me oaks, oak, Lee, or anything else you think of!

I’m 17, August 12!!

I’m a son of Hermes and the designated mail boy for him!

I use he/him, im gay and si- nvm koi called dibs, could be poly or mono, just depends really.

My powers include:

The ability to never get lost

Automatically knowing where everything / everyone is

Being able to read every language (but only if it’s mail)

My weapon of choice is:

Preferably nothing but I do have a dagger if needed

My fatal flaw is:

Naivety

Personality:

Sweet, kind, naive, blindingly trusting, friendly, shy

Conditions:

Autism, anxiety, rheumatoid arthritis

Never seen without:

His mail bag, His cane or forearm crutches, His braces, His glasses

His collar, courtesy of koi <3

Tags:

Hermes henchmen - siblings

A letter? For me? - asks

Oakleys origin - lore

Oakoi - me and koi!!

Friends:

@vines-for-minds - Astro or Elliot, he/they!!

@everett-child-of-ares - Everett, he/him

@pink-koi-lovejoy - KOI!!!! He/they!!

[viluve]

Introduction post ᯓ★

Hello, I see you’ve stumbled across my blog. Welcome and thanks for stopping by.

For your information, this is a tickle blog, aka just a silly little place where i repost amazing art, occasionally write stuff, and just chill. My blog is fully SFW so fellow minors are welcome to interact with it. Please do not interact with me in any way whatsoever if you post NSFW content, i am a minor.

To find out more about me,my boundaries, and general information about my blog, look under the cut. :)

About me ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ :

First of all, here is an image with things that apply to me

Done looking at it? Good!

More about me ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ :

My name is Vic, friends may call me Vivi or any other nickname that isn’t weird. :)

I do not know if i am an ENTP or an INTP (Myers Briggs Type Indicator)

I am a True Neutral (Moral Alignment Test)

If I had to describe myself with adjectives i would say I am bold playful, open, and (mostly) funny.

I think that’s it about myself. But before we move onto my boundaries I will briefly explain what all my shortened words mean in case you do not understand them. :D

DNI : Do Not Interact

SFW : Safe For Work

NSFW : Not Safe For Work (18+)

tk : tickle

TDLOSK : The Disastrous Life Of Saiki .K

ASSAS CLASS : Assassination Classroom

PJSK : Project Sekai

DDLC : Doki Doki Literature Club

My boundaries ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ :

DNI if : You are a Lovejoy fan, a Wilbur fan, a Melanie Martinez fan, over 20 years old (with the exception of blogs i follow/interact with first), if you post NSFW content, if you are racist, a proshipper, xenophobic, homophobic, or transphobic, and if you are too sensitive. (The “too sensitive people DNI” thing because no, i will not do a whole list of things for you just so that you don’t start crying and screaming like a child.)

You are on thin ice if: You are a Hazbin Hotel or Helluva Boss fan, if you are a DTEAM fan, 17-19 years old, someone who likes to argue, or just annoying.

Please interact if: You are in any fandom I’m in, if you are a fellow SFW tk blog, or if you’re just chilling :)

What you can/shouldn’t do ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ :

Here is a list of things i would be comfortable with and that you can do, followed by a list of things i would be uncomfortable with and that you should not do. The list of things you can do is if you do not fall in the DNI criteria of the previous list.

What you can do: Dm me to talk, ask for my socials, give me non romantic compliments (e.g. “pretty; smart; funny; silly; …”), reblog or like my posts even if you are not a tk account (just don’t put them in a main tag), send me asks, and just enjoy my content :)

What you shouldn’t do: Dm me in hopes of romance, dm me for sexual matters, tease me if i do not know you, ask for teases if i don’t know you, dm me in hopes of seeing my face/body, interact with me in any way if you are in the “DNI” category, give me weird pet names, sexualise me, or be weird.

Now that i’m done talking about myself, let’s talk about my blog.

About my blog ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ :

My blog has two “sides”, a non tk related side, and a tk related side. Regardless of what you are following me for, be aware that the other “side” exists.

About tk related things :

This is not a fetish, nor a kink, for me tickling is just a playful and cutesy thing between friends or characters.

I might post some more fics, headcanons, or other things. If I do post them, expect them to have characters from these fandoms :

- JJK

- MP100

- TDLOSK

Please understand that i cannot write for fandoms i know nothing about, so if you send me an ask saying e.g. “can you write lee!y ler!x from xyz show??” I will not be able to do that.

To see my fic/s type in “tickle fic” in the search option on my profile.

About non tk related things :

I think i’ll mainly just reblog poetry or write about stuff happening in my life, nothing too hard to understand :)

Once again, thanks for stopping by and thank you for reading my introduction. :)

Vic outᯓ★

Started my blog on August 14th 2024 at 09:53am (CET/GMT+1)

(yes the exact time is necessary)

[wilbyscoot]

Holy shit the moment I see someone talk about ler lovejoy with wilbur as a lee it's fucking over for me.

[leejeann]

Spotify it is literally spooky month

I love that this title makes it sound like it'd be a bunch of sweet and upbeat/funky love songs, meanwhile since the Daylist also has to incorporate songs I already listen to, this "funky valentine's day afternoon" playlist has basically the entire Wake Up & It's Over EP by Lovejoy and So Long, Grapes, and Romanticise This by James Marriot in it lmao

[blakeromanissuperior]

I'm praying for more Lee Mark in later Ash vlogs I just love his laugh and smile sm it should be illegal how fucking adorable this drummer is!!

[meanstreetspodcasts]

BONUS - Suspense Goes West

For this bonus episode, we're saddling up with the best Suspense stories of the old west. Alan Ladd hunts for his brother's murderer in "A Killing in Abilene" (originally aired on CBS on December 14, 1950). Then, Richard Widmark fights a bloody feud in "The Hunting of Bob Lee" (originally aired on CBS on October 29, 1951) and he tracks a deadly panther through the snow in "The Track of the Cat" (originally aired on CBS on February 18, 1952). Frank Lovejoy stars as one of the west's most infamous gunslingers in "The Shooting of Billy the Kid" (originally aired on CBS on April 28, 1952) and Richard Widmark returns - this time as another notorious outlaw - in "The Spencer Brothers" (originally aired on CBS on January 26, 1953). Finally, Victor Mature stars as a legendary bandit in "The Love and Death of Joaquin Murietta" (originally aired on CBS on February 16, 1953).

Check out this episode!

[oldshowbiz]

Frank Lovejoy throttling Lee Marvin