He likes the cleanliness and organization of all the leaves being out of the way.
But what he likes most about it is the fun that Lance has afterwards.
Lance loves to jump into the leaf piles, he's done it since his childhood and it brings him back to a sense of serenity and joy that he lost in the war.
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A/N:I apologize for this being late, yet again! As we all know, life has been kicking my ass. Anyways, enjoy part 2 of Jokester! (Part 1 linked down below)
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âTIM NO!!!â Jason screeched as Timâs hands zoomed towards his hips.
Tim latched on and began squeezing Jasonâs hips viciously. Jason screamed before dissolving into deep belly laughter, his hands wrapping around Timâs wrists in an attempt to pull them away; his legs kicking out behind him.
âYou just think youâre hilarious, huh? You got jokes? Hereâs a reason to laugh, Jay!â
Tim grinned as he brought Jason to tears in a matter of seconds, his struggling getting weaker with each passing moment. Little known fact about Jason that only his brothers know: tickling makes him weak. Literally saps him of his strength. Itâs like his kryptonite.
âTIHIHIHIM!! OHOHOHO MY GOHOHOD STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!!â
âAwâŚcan the big bad Red Hood not handle a little tickling?â Tim cooed at him, âYou shouldâve thought about that before you tickled me. Suffer the consequences!â
Tim tickled up a little higher, not wanting to overload Jason with the overwhelming sensations. Jasonâs laughter came down a little from heavy belly laughs to softer, higher pitched titters.
âI wahahahas juhuhuhust trying to mahahahake you laugh!â
âThere are other ways, dude. You donât have to tickle me for that.â
âYour sehehehehense of huhuhumor suhuhuhuhucks!â
âExcuse me!?â Tim exclaimed indignantly, âMy sense of humor doesnât suck! Your jokes suck!â
Tim tickled back down towards his hips, staying a couple inches above them as to not kill his brother from laughing too hard. Jason let out an embarrassing squeak.
âTIHIHIHIM!!! Dohohohohonât!â
âApologize and I wonât. I could literally do this all day, Mr. Iâm big and tough,â Tim scoffed slightly. âYou wouldnât be as feared by the Gotham underworld if everyone knew how ticklish you are.â
âThehehehehey dohohohonât nehehehehehed to know!â
âTheyâll find out if you donât apologize for insulting me and tickling me! Iâll leak the intel!â
Tim gave Jasonâs hips a few warning squeezes, causing a squeal to rip out of his throat.
Tim hummed in thought as he kept tickling his hips. Jason thought he was going to die. He couldnât take much more of this. Tim, thankfully, came to a consensus with himself and stopped, releasing his brother from his ticklish prison. Jason panted, holding his stomach.
âYouâre evilâŚâ
Tim gave him a devious grin as he stood up.
âI learned from the best. Now go away so I can read in peace. Or Iâll come after you again.â
âAlright alright. Geez.â Jason stood up and ruffled Timâs hair before walking out of the library. Tim smiled to himself as he grabbed his book, returned to his seat, and resumed reading. Maybe having annoying big brothers wasnât so bad sometimes.
As you read in Kevinâs post, no witch is immune to the occasional mistake. In my post, I will be discussing an experience the two of us had together.Â
In our preteen years, we had a friend that was very cruel to us. She was manipulative and rude, and always had to get her way. The two of us were great friends to her - often going out of our own way to make her happy or just get us all a meal and she took lots of advantage. When we started high school, things only seemed to get worse. She grew increasingly more toxic, and formed a toxic friendship with another girl at our high school. Eventually we realized the four of us simply were not compatible, but not on mutual terms. Kevin and I did our best to distance ourselves and as did the rest of our friends, but in the months that followed the toxicity of the pair of girls only grew. Theyâd often say nasty and rude things, instigating and picking fights while trying to split Kevin and I up. Spoiler alert, that literally never happened lmaooo It was around this time that we began working on our own curses and hexes. Although we didnât use them often, the two of us developed some pretty heavy and nasty curses we were preparing to use on the pair if the desire ever arose, and boy it did. Many of you may be against the practice due to the trifold law, but we are not the same witches - we are not against the practice of curses or hexes. We are only against cursing and hexing the undeserving, and these two girls were very deserving for abusing our kindness and stirring many false rumors about us and the rest of our friends. They had caused us so much suffering and turmoil in our teen years, that we felt this was more than warranted. Together under the cover of nightfall, we gathered a jar, black ribbon, murky-dirty-paint water (Iâm an artist so itâs the one accessible nasty fluid besides feces that I had access to), candles, incense, pushpins, a personal letter and some pictures they had taken and written, and probably some other items I no longer remember using. And if you canât remember what you used or why, then your curse certainly wasnât as warranted as you mightâve thought (which we soon learned ourselves). Gathering these materials, we lit our candles and spat out all the negativity we could into this jar. We dipped these ribbons into the murky green paint water (to make all things in their lives unpleasant and never satisfying) and performed knot magic to rain down even more hell on these two individuals. We threw in a few other items and the candles we used, and for extra measure we stupidly spat into the jar. Like not verbal spit, I mean we actually spit into the jar just to be more spiteful. Any other time youâre working with your craft Iâd say do whatever feels right, but by spitting into the jar we mistakenly put a physical tie and connection to OURSELVES. So over the course of the next few months after we had buried the jar in an undisclosed location, our lives undoubtedly began to take a turn. Things stopped going our way, it started to feel like the universe was moving against us - and then we realized, oh shit. We spit in the fucking jar- Believe in whatever you want to, but when youâre cursing or hexing someone you definitely donât want anything tying you to the hex or curse. Thatâs how they blow up in your face. You want items tying your targets to the curse, not items tying your self. This is where we made our mistake, along with targeting someone prematurely. I just donât believe we knew what we were really in for just yet. Everything going on for the months after we first created the curse jar made sense, and we knew exactly what we had to do. I dug up the jar one night in the rain, and the next day we took the jar to a nearby river clearing where weâd have undisturbed peace. Together in advance, we crafted a reversal of the same incantations previously used in our curse to undo the damage. We cautiously cleansed and disposed of most of the materials that we were able to be rid of, and took care of the rest of them. We made sure to keep our focus and intent clear, really honing in on our desire to undo such a nasty curse. We definitely know better now, and we take magic like this much more seriously. Considering this was such an innocently dumb mistake, we figure maybe it could do you some good to read and remind yourself to slow down. Through this experience, I realized just how far I was going just because I wanted something done. I look back on the experience now and wish I was more patient and mindful of things, it was a mess. And, no matter what happens with a spell or ritual of yours - make sure you keep track of any remains. Youâll need them if you plan on righting any wrongs or reversing any unpleasant spells.Â
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